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Post by Liana nó Valerian on Sept 20, 2011 4:59:54 GMT -5
Continued from: hereWe entered the Valerian house and I led the way through the public corridors at a brisk pace, wishing that I'd never stepped out that morning. My whole demeanour and attitude had been totally un-Valerian-like and I was still half-convinced that Sébastien only wanted to see Trinette to report me. Still, we are trained to be obedient...if not sensible, I thought reproachfully...and so I had to follow through with his request. Upon reaching the threshold to the adept's rooms, I excused myself to the Captain and asked him to wait a moment whilst I put the shopping away, grabbing a passing adept to help me with the bags. We reached my room in record time and I all but ran into the room and slammed the door. Dumping the bags unceremoniously on the bed I collapsed in a heap on the chair in despair. Sweet Namaah! What had I been thinking?! As I went through the entire conversation with Sébastien in my head I groaned and banged my head against the wall a few times to try and knock some sense into myself, though I suspected it wouldn't make much difference. Rising, I splashed some cool water on my face and straightened my hair and dress before taking a deep breath and plastering a smile on my face. I opened my door determined to face whatever may come. I'd certainly brought it on myself! "I do apologise about the wait." I said as I gestured the way to go towards Trinette's rooms. "Have you any idea in what area you would like instruction on?" I asked as politely and as demurely as possible.
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Post by Sébastien de Loréan on Sept 22, 2011 0:12:20 GMT -5
I'd accompanied Liana as far as propriety allowed in context of the Night Court, and having been left to wait, I sat in one of the plush waiting parlors and distracted myself with a rather lewd, but somehow tasteful painting. The young woman's body was lithe and simultaneously frail and strong, and reminded me of Calista – more so that the marks of the whip were so very artistically splayed on her tender flesh.
That made me eager to visit Trinette and play out my little prank, and so when Liana arrived, I rose politely from my contemplation and affected awe at an environment I'd known for years.
“Ah, but in everything you wish to instruct me,” I replied, smiling amiably. “Or rather, everything which your Dowayne will see fit, or course.”
I tried not to let my amusement show – the closer we were to Trinette's office, though, the more difficult it became.
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Post by Liana nó Valerian on Sept 24, 2011 14:47:32 GMT -5
I nodded at the captain's sensible answer and it sounded submissive enough. I wondered, as we walked through the corridors, why the captain liked being submissive. I supposed, after some thought that being a soldier he'd be used to taking orders and now that it was peacetime, he'd probably be missing the dominance that is rife in the army...plus, I mused, he'd be probably used to pain.
"Do you have any preference as to what implements are used in your assignations?" I asked curiously as we neared Trinette's office. "Personally I don't like flechettes and I prefer to be bound." I continued conversationally. "though of course I'm amenable to whatever my patron desires."
We were almost at Trinette's quarters now, for which I was glad. As handsome as the captain was, I couldn't wait to be done with his company, I'd embarrassed myself enough to last a lifetime today and was eager to pass on his request to some other adept who'd hopefully conduct themselves in more fitting a manner!
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Post by Sébastien de Loréan on Sept 25, 2011 16:46:46 GMT -5
I took good note of what Liana had to say about her preferences as we walked, and mused that she would indeed look lovely, nude, tied up and made helpless for usage – if that was what she liked, I could certainly accommodate. One of the advantages of serving in the army was that one got to know all sorts of interesting knots and plenty of interesting usages.
“I will admit that I do not like flechettes particularly,” I replied seriously, and earnestly – I'd never used them on an adept myself. “But I am rather fond of aides, paddles and whips. A crop is also rather pleasant, don't you think?”
In fact, I did like all those things – but with me on the giving end, not receiving. It was nonetheless a good conversation to have, seeing as I hoped to contract the lovely Liana.
[OOC: Feel free to move the thread whenever you see fit. ^^]
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Post by Liana nó Valerian on Sept 29, 2011 13:39:52 GMT -5
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