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Post by Landis d'Ames nó Mandrake on Jun 2, 2009 17:02:25 GMT -5
For the first time in a year, I was bored. Not many had come seeking an assignation at Mandrake House, and those that did were not interested in me. I had already written letters to my mother, father, brothers, and third cousins and was about to begin writing letters to the dead. It seemed all the other adepts were occupied, so I did not even have the option of engaging in meaningful conversation with anyone. I had decided that walking around the grounds would at least be doing something--even if it wasn't terribly exciting. It was just another warm day in an identical sequence of warm days.
So that was how I ended up at the gates of Mandrake House, watching individuals and carriages idle at the gates, as if they were about to cross some invisible point of no return. I chuckled softly to myself, there was always a point of return, even during an assignation. The simple uttering of a signale would cause any gods-fearing adept to cease tormenting a patron. I rarely gave someone cause to utter a signale, but it was a prize that many an adept savoured.
Alas, I had no patrons contracted for the day. A pity, but it would not do to stand around feeling sorry for myself.
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Post by Anixiel nó Valerian on Jun 3, 2009 8:44:25 GMT -5
It was a gorgeous day, as days are here in the late summer, but it did not reflect my mood at all. I seemed to be rather listless as late, feeling rather inadequate, not up to par, mayhap I was a little under the weather. Patrons came to see me who I had pleased with the utmost skill many times before, only to leave not completely satisfied, even when they said they were. I knew, I could see it, I could tell instinctually. Chalk it up to Tsingani intuition or whatever you liked, I just knew. I wasn't pleasing like I could, or should, or wanted, like I was made to, and it unsettled me terribly.
With this in mind I had made my way to the Dowayne, seeking permission to seek out a reciprocal assignation with someone of Mandrake House. The meeting left me in tears and on my knees, but permission was given with a loving stroke to my flowing locks and a concerned glance as I left he Dowayne's chambers.
Outside, the birds sang, beautiful songs, aires as odes to nature, to all the Gods, and I could barely pay attention to appreciate the beauty, my mind wandering.
I had dressed simply in the morning, a very light knit without stays or binds, strapless with an empire waist, pleated and floor length, covering my simple dainty yellow slippers, my hair loose, flowing in careless waves to just past my buttocks and a smudge of khol to darken my lashes (I was not entirely beyond vanity). I took a deep breath at our gates and set out to Mandrake House.
I approached the gates of Mandrake House shortly, hesitating as I felt the hairs on my arms and legs stand straight up, bumps appearing and chills coursing through my body. I felt a sense of right, like this was what I needed to do, where my soul had lead me, and nodded once to myself. With a definite purpose, I approached the gates, my gaze finally able to sharpen and focus, looking to the few that milled about outside, as if wondering whether they should enter.
They wondered, I knew.
But before I did, I sighted someone, sitting by the gate, a smile on his face, confidence writ in his posture, and behind his impossibly green eyes, mirth and deeper, cruelty lay. Certainly not a patron of the house, I looked on him, as if compelled, though I knew my gaze should have dropped to the ground.
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Post by Landis d'Ames nó Mandrake on Jun 3, 2009 9:16:57 GMT -5
I felt someone watching me and I instinctively turned my head to meet their gaze. What have we here? Somehow I knew that I was looking at a fellow adept--one learns to recognize the characteristic grace of the Servants of Naamah--at the very least, she had been trained in the Night Court.
Slowly, sinuously, I came to my feet, half-smiling in a way that said Come if you dare, but without words. No words were needed at this point. Unlike the others, she would enter Mandrake House, this I knew. If I was to be the one to claim her, then so be it. Ah, to run my hands through such luxurious hair!
Still keeping my eyes locked on the woman's, I jerked my head to the side, towards the House proper, before moving in that same direction. An invitation, although, the choice was hers to make, it was entirely possible that she would prefer one of my fellow adepts who were more versed in...conventional...ways of causing pain. Well, I consoled myself with the fact that even if one of the other adepts was chosen, I could at least engage her in conversation.
After all, there were other days in the year which were equally suited to assignations.
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Post by Anixiel nó Valerian on Jun 3, 2009 10:24:47 GMT -5
I stood entranced until his head turned, as if in slowed motion, to have his piercing gaze directly upon my person. My breathing stopped, like a deer caught in crosshairs, and my heart beat hard in my chest. I released the breath I had been holding for fear of fainting like a foolish girl right before the gates of Mandrake House. A smile came to his lips, none too bright, but not terribly dark and sinister either. I could not return it though, I couldn't bring myself to be that brash. Something about him...
I shook myself gently as he rose, his movements graceful but snakelike, smooth but foreboding, and I felt myself shiver. His red locks like fire, green eyes like the translucency of early blooming leaves, and watched mesmerized as he moved, his head nodding almost imperceptibly towards the gate. I looked behind me, wondering if maybe all my skittishness had been misplaced and he had been nodding to a friend, an acquaintance who stood in the background. But upon turning and finding no one, I knew it was I he wished to see. I nodded once, casting my eyes downward though a smile came to my lips. I prayed that my bowed head would hide it as I came to stand beside him.
Forcing myself to drag my eyes from the ground to his face, I looked upon him, from toe to top. He was tall... Gods he was tall, cutting quite the figure of a man with perfectly set shoulders and a build not too cumbersome or bulky, but strong in its manliness under his dark garb. I swallowed, probably visibly, before finally settling my gaze on his.
"Good morning...." I trailed off, not knowing his name and certainly not wishing to call him Master... not yet at least. "I am sorry I don't think we have been acquainted..."
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Post by Landis d'Ames nó Mandrake on Jun 3, 2009 10:52:04 GMT -5
"It does not seem so," I agreed. "I would remember such a pretty face," she was even lovelier up close, and I found I had to resist the urge to caress her smooth cheek. Such things came natural to me, trained to dance the dance of dominance and submission, of power and control.
"Landis nó Mandrake," I purred, caressing each syllable with my tongue. "'Tis a good morning indeed. How may I serve you? Or, should I be asking: How may you serve me?" I chuckled. Oh, yes, this was what I needed, a conversation with someone who was not a part of the House.
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Post by Anixiel nó Valerian on Jun 3, 2009 11:19:46 GMT -5
Standing before him and peering up I felt even smaller, his voice drawing me in, smooth and even a mite flirtatious, but manly. Every inch of him screamed dominance and every fibre of me felt to kneel before him to kiss his feet. I shook the thought for a moment, and smiled sweetly, feeling my cheeks heat at his compliment.
"And I think I would remmeber those eyes," I ventured teasingly, though truthfully. "Lovely to meet you, Landis," I whispered, bowing my head and curtsying before him. "I am Anixiel no Valerian." My lips curled into a soft smile as I felt my cheeks warm ever so slightly at his presumption.
"And maybe, yes, that might be the right question," I murmured, dragging my gaze which had already dropped to the ground from habit back to his emerald eyes. After all, I had not chosen to contract him yet, at least not out loud. "Depending on how you like to be served..." I tossed back. His confidence, so large, so overwhelming made a spark in me wish to fight back ever so slightly, not to submit right away. I wanted t osee what he was like first. So far, there were no complaints on my part.
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Post by Landis d'Ames nó Mandrake on Jun 3, 2009 11:46:24 GMT -5
I could have sworn that my eyes lit up with predatory glee as she revealed that she was from Valerian. Ah, what a treat, indeed! Whichever adept she chose would be lucky to have her. No other House knew how best to please a Mandrake than Valerian.
Promptly schooling my expression, I gave her a lazy smile. I liked this one, this Anixiel, demure, but with a touch of defiance, of fire. "It all depends, my dear Anixiel nó Valerian," I replied, still purring, "on how well you deal with total humiliation." Once again, I resisted the urge to touch her, to snake an arm around her shoulders. "I do not have to touch you to cause pain," I added, still smiling in that lazy, seductive way that my dear brother Emile once said could melt snow in Skaldia. "But of course, I am competent with the whip."
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Post by Anixiel nó Valerian on Jun 3, 2009 16:01:28 GMT -5
I smiled again at his words. It may have been that the fates had allowed me to stumble unseemingly on exactly what I had been looking for, and mayhap I was the same to him, that is if he was looking for anything. Though he struck me as the type to rather have the hoardes come to him, not the other way around.
I shifted for a moment under his gaze, his eyes still on mine as I strove to keep eye contact, though in truth it was not terribly difficult as my eyes could barely pry themselves away from his beauty. Purely d'Angeline and shining with it.
I could feel a chill course tis way through my body at the way his voice caressed the syllables in my name, each letter seemed to be tasted on his tongue like a sweet wine and I couldn't help but wonder how he would sound, taunting me, teasing me, humiliating me as it seemed was his specialty. I blushed at the thought, finally lowering my head, though my eyes peered up at him through long, dark lashes.
"Is that not something then, Landis, that would be best found out than answered outright?" I queried. I almost gasped and covered my mouth with my hand, surprised at my own words, the brashness of them. For all that I didn't, my heart beat faster within my breast for it. What was it that he was bringing out in me that I had not let out before? But I resisted as best I could, my blush deepening no doubt, the darker colour the only thing attesting to my own embarassment.
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Post by Landis d'Ames nó Mandrake on Jun 3, 2009 16:26:52 GMT -5
I chuckled softly. "Indeed, such things are best experienced..." I noticed her blush and wondered what she was thinking to make her cheeks heat so. A part of me had an idea as to the contents of her thoughts, but I did not give voice to them. Let it not be said that I even humiliated patrons outside of assignations.
"Would you care for a drink?" I asked, gesturing for her to precede me into the building itself. If I read her right, she looked as if her heart was about to burst from her chest. "It can be hellishly hot this time of year." I wished to put her at ease, if she was here for an assignation, then I did not want one of my fellow adepts to complain that I had already riled their patron. "If it's an assignation you seek, I will fetch the Dowayne for you if you wish."
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Post by Anixiel nó Valerian on Jun 3, 2009 16:40:56 GMT -5
I watched him move through the gate and followed. "A drink would be greatly appreciated, my lord. It seems the walk and heat combined may have heated me a little much," I murmured, without even thinking, and the slip up had already left my lips and was irretractable. I wondered for a moment whether he would notice how I had already given him rank above me though we were of equal status here in the Night Court, both adepts, unless of course he was the Dowayne's favourite or second. Regardless, it was not yet called for, though I was certain that that would answer his question on my reasons for being within Mandrake walls.
"And yes, I am here seeking a reciprocal assignation, with my Dowayne's blessing." I moved through the gate with grace and stopped beside him, chancing another glance up at him through my lashes. He towered above me, lean and commanding, with such an ease that it was obvious it came very easily to him. I wondered, then, if he might be from Kusheth. It seemed those from that province were always either innately dominant or innately subservient. "But if it pleases you, I would like mayhap that drink first and.. .maybe...," I cast my gaze down again, biting my lip as I cursed myself inwardly for not being able to voice my own wants, "if it doesn't bother you overmuch," I said, my voice a soft whisper and barely noticeable, "maybe some conversation... with you."
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Post by Landis d'Ames nó Mandrake on Jun 3, 2009 17:16:45 GMT -5
I nodded, signaling for one of the young apprentices and telling him--in no uncertain terms--to go and fetch us a pitcher of cold water and some glasses. "Come, we should be able to find a comfortable seat in the whole of Mandrake House."
I led the way, gesturing for the returning apprentice to follow Anixiel with the drink-laden tray. It would be a good lesson in balance for the young man, and I was not one to shy away from educating the soon-to-be adepts of Mandrake House. In fact, I was not one to shy away from anything.
I led her into one of the rooms that we used for casual conversations with patrons, carefully propping the door open to reinforce the fact that she had the option of leaving if the course of our conversation displeased her. I immediately took the couch that dominated the room, sliding into a comfortable position, one hand caressing the cushion at my side.
I gestured for the boy to place the tray on the table, and another, sharper gesture sent him away. Once I was satisfied that he was not eavesdropping, I took the pitcher and filled both glasses before taking mine and sipping from it.
The water slid down my throat and a satisfied "Ahhhh..." came from my lips before I set the glass down and turned to my guest. "Now that our thirst has been looked after, what topic of conversation would appeal to you, Anixiel nó Valerian?" I asked.
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Post by Anixiel nó Valerian on Jun 3, 2009 19:57:36 GMT -5
I followed behind him, my yes never straying from his back, the expanse of it not as wide as I had seen in some patrons, but that did not make him any less than them either. His muscles moved luidly under his clothing, I could see them, staring as I was, and felt another chill go through my body, settling in my stomach and setting it to fluttering once we had entered the room and he sent the young inductee away. He took a seat, sitting comfortably in the couch, his hand petting a cushion, and I wondered at how his caress would feel against my skin, instead of that cushion, seated at his feet, doing his bidding.
I shook my head for a moment, unsure of where to sit. There was a chair across from him, and room left at the couch... and that spot by his feet, so appetizing, calling to me, but I had to resist, just for now at least. The pain of denial was just as sweet a pain as any. So, there I stood, indecisive even as he passed me my glass of water and I held the cool glass with both hands, sipping daintilly from the rim of it, looking down at him.
This position seemed terribly unnatural to me, though the dominance his presence exuded could never be threatened by my own, even if I stood, looking down at him. This would not do however, and, though I hesitated at first, I opened my mouth to ask him a question.
"Where shall I sit Ma..... Landis?" I asked, my cheeks heating only slightly from the near slip, though other areas of my body tingled with my own unconscious recognition of choice.
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Post by Landis d'Ames nó Mandrake on Jun 3, 2009 20:34:17 GMT -5
I raised an eyebrow at her little slip of the tongue. "Why, wherever you wish to sit, Anixiel," I replied, taking another sip of water. Ah, she hadn't even signed a contract with me, and already I had her in my thrall! Still, I had to smile at her response--it probably came as naturally to her as my demeanor came to me. I certainly wouldn't mind if she wished to sit at my feet or in my lap, but I was understandably apprehensive since she had not yet chosen to sign a contract with me.
If there was one thing my mother told me before I started training in Mandrake House, it was to be cautious until a patron had signed that contract. I did not wish to risk the wrath of the House and the gods.
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Post by Anixiel nó Valerian on Jun 3, 2009 21:29:22 GMT -5
I noticed his eyebrow raise a fraction in recognition, though he did not take it further. He was an adept, afterall, and even if intrigued, I doubt he would order me to do anything until the formalities were well out of the way.
I chose to sat beside him, on the other side of the cushion he caressed, though close to it, wondering if his fingers my accidentally brush against my thigh, then blushing at the silly fabrications of my mind.
My back arched gently even if the thought was foolish, yet another reminder that there remained business to be done. I had come here in need of purging myself in the only way I knew how without going to the Temple of Kushiel itself, and with Landis, this purging would also be a learning experience. I had not had many patrons who wished to berate me, but I had some and I was often difficult to fall into a role that did not require whipping and enduring physical pain. It reminded me so much of my childhood.
I looked to Landis again, my hands nestled in my lap. "Well, where are you from, Landis, and how did yo u find yourself here?" I asked, looking around, then wondered if it would be too personal a question. I worried my bottom lip between my teeth as I awaited his answer.
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Post by Landis d'Ames nó Mandrake on Jun 3, 2009 21:51:52 GMT -5
I closed my eyes for a brief moment, remembering the cliffs of my home province and the bright green fields that bordered the d'Ames estate. "I come from Kusheth," I replied. "My mother was an adept of Mandrake House, and my father hails from Camlach." I smiled. "As for how I came to be here, fate had already dealt my brothers their hands--the youngest was sent to train as a chevalier in Camlach, and the other--the middle child--was sent for fostering with the Cassiline Brotherhood, as is tradition among the peerage."
I idly tapped the pillow with the tips of my fingernails. "The whole story of how I came to be here is complicated, I doubt it would interest you, suffice to say that no one can ignore the voices of the gods--especially not that of Mighty Kushiel--even if they be Mandrake adepts, who are not easily inclined to obey anyone." I leaned back against the couch, once again resisting the urge to reach out and stroke her hair. It practically begged to be stroked--and pulled, although I was not one to tug at a patron's hair during an assignation.
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Post by Anixiel nó Valerian on Jun 4, 2009 10:51:51 GMT -5
I watched his easy movements, every one of them graceful, his voice mellow and smooth and imagined how it would be listening to him, yet again, berating me. I knew he was the one then, the one to contract, and I was sure he could tell, too. A man from Kusheth beckoned by the Gods when he could have easily spent a nice life at home, waiting to inherit his lands.
"Yes, it is not wise to step in the way of the will of the Gods, especially not one whose hand gives love through punishment," I agreed with slow nods. Bending my head, I took another sip of the water. It was cool, and felt even cooler as my body seemed to remain heated, even out of the late summer sunlight. I did however, disagree with him on one thing. I would have been interested to hear more, to hear how he knew, how Kushiel had spoken to him. But maybe such was not my place to ask.
I pushed that thought to the back of my mind for now, and sat upright, whereas he leaned back into the couch. My body wanted to yearn towards him, but I kept myself still, my urges rising steadily and remaining unfulfilled.
"Do you miss it?" I asked, sipping again, "Kusheth?"
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Post by Landis d'Ames nó Mandrake on Jun 4, 2009 16:59:59 GMT -5
I took another sip of water, considering her question. "I miss my family, even though I have one brother in the City, but I cannot say the same for the land. There is little to do on the estate, and the City of Elua is always bustling with activity." I smiled over the rim of my glass. "I am the future Lord d'Ames, as my father keeps reminding me, but the estate has always felt to me as if it belongs to someone else. After all, what man or woman can own Mother Earth?" I sat up, placing my hands on my knees. "Ah, but such questions are for priests and priestesses, and I am but Naamah's servant, not her intimate companion."
I leaned back again, taking the time to examine her more closely, watching the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. I wondered, too, if I were to place my hand over her heart, I would find it beating like that of a frightened rabbit being chased by a fox. The thought caused heat to snake down my spine towards my phallus, not an unpleasant sensation, but one which I was cautious in encouraging--arousing me was part of the game, after all.
"What about yourself?" I asked, turning the glass this way and that in my hand. "To which parent do you owe such...luxurious...hair?" I smiled, still resisting the urge to reach out and run my fingers though it.
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Post by Anixiel nó Valerian on Jun 4, 2009 20:11:18 GMT -5
It didn't surprise me that I had been right in figuring that he was to inherit his father's title, but it did a bit that he would truly choose this life. Then again, the way he had explained it it didn't sound like it was chosen so much as the path was shown to him, much like the dromonde of my Tsingani heritage.
Drawing myself out of thought for a moment and realising the silence, I looked into his eyes and watched as they roved slowly over my body, resting on my chest, and I felt my breath catch in it, as though he had stopped it with his very stare. I felt the heat rise from that spot where his eyes settled, up my neck to my cheeks feeling them flame and a corresponding heat between my legs. I nearly whimpered from my body's reaction to his meer glance. I couldn't begin to fathom how I would feel closer to him, being touched by him. I began breathing again, clearing my throat slightly as he looked to his glass, examining it as he had me a moment before. I blushed anew at the compliment.
"My mother," I murmured, my voice soft and sweet with a very soft tremble of my lower lip that I had to fight to control. "I am part Tsingano," I murmured again, my hand raising absentmindedly to pluck at a lock, twirling its silken length around my finger. "To whom do you owe your stunning eyes?" I asked breathlessly, surprising myself with my flirtatious behaviour. I looked down, bowing my head to hide the blush, and looked up at him through my lashes. He was beautiful. Utterly beautiful.
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Post by Landis d'Ames nó Mandrake on Jun 4, 2009 20:52:31 GMT -5
I smiled. "My eyes are my father's gift to me. My mother's eyes are darker, but she gave me my hair." I slowly ran my hand through my red locks, letting the stray hairs fall against my cheek. I could not help but notice how her lip trembled. The adepts of Mandrake House were trained to recognize the physical signs of distress that a patron displayed when they had reached their limits. I would not question her further. In fact, I was content to let her gaze appreciatively at my form.
I smiled like a snake. "My dear Anixiel," I purred. "It is all well and good if you wish to worship me with your eyes, but I can think of a better use for two bodies as lovely as ours." I leaned closer to her, still resisting the urge to touch her. I wondered if she could smell the scent of spikenard on my skin. The same incense that was offered to Mighty Kushiel in his temples--which I offered in turn to the smaller effigy in my own room. I also kept an image of Camael, but I did not have the same connection to that god that my brothers had. I was not one for swordplay.
I slowly raised the glass of water to my lips again, wondering if I was being a little too presumptuous, and yet, perhaps it was fate that led me to wander near the gates, seeking an answer to my boredom. I wondered which of the gods could have orchestrated this meeting--when I found out, I was going to leave a very generous offering on their altar.
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Post by Anixiel nó Valerian on Jun 5, 2009 9:13:44 GMT -5
I watched him as he let his hand course through his hair, his locks falling against his cheek, his pale skin seeming even moreso with the flaming red that lay across it. he was terribly beautiful. His smile sent chills through me and I was hard put to stop the trembling in my own body, the want and desire making me about ready to snap from the tension that it seemed only I was not immune to. When he spoke, his voice was smooth, caressing my name, and I became lost in it, nearly missing the words that it spoke so fluidly.
"You are right, Landis," I murmured as he leaned forward, my body doing the same, yearning towards his, though I stopped any contact, knowing full well the rules of the service of Naamah. I inhaled through my nose, catching a very familiar scent that furrowed my brows in thought and made my heart beat harder in my chest. I sniffed again, slower, taking in a full, deep breath of him, becoming dizzy with it. It reminded me of Kushiel's Temple, and I knew then what it was. It was as though Kushiel had made an embodiment of himself, if he could, in Landis. Everything about him, his body, his voice, his words, the promise of repentance, and his scent gave praise to the God we both served.
I gulped down a lump in my throat, looking no doubt very much like an awed child as he sipped his water, my eyes moving to his lips, watching them press to the glass and part to take the water in, then moved to his neck as he swallowed.
"Landis, may I ask you a question?" I breathed, raising my eyes back to his, a visible shiver making its way through me.
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Post by Landis d'Ames nó Mandrake on Jun 5, 2009 9:51:51 GMT -5
I smiled, pulling away from her. "Of course you may, Anixiel." She could have asked me a million questions and I would have answered them all. However brief one's time with a patron was, the building of trust was imperative. An adept who could not gain a person's trust--especially one from Mandrake House, could not hope to have many assignations. At least, that was my experience.
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Post by Anixiel nó Valerian on Jun 5, 2009 10:44:29 GMT -5
He leaned back and it was as though there was a string tied between us for my body nigh slumped forward to be closer to him. I straightened myself and peered into his eyes. I wanted to get to know more about him, but at the same time I wanted to let him know that I wanted him, and him alone for the reciprocal assignation. I only prayed he was amenable to the idea too.
"Well... what is it about your particular brand of... punishment.... that you enjoy more than imposing it physically?" I queried. I wanted to know what it was he enjoyed, so that I might better understand him and his art. Although it was I who was seeking the reciprocal assignation, I wanted to be sure that, should he accept my request, he would be thoroughly pleased by me, and that I would have something to offer upon the pedestal of learning in return.
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Post by Landis d'Ames nó Mandrake on Jun 5, 2009 11:20:14 GMT -5
I smiled, bringing my foot up to rest on my knee so she could see my boot. It had been dirtied a bit from my jaunt outside, but were otherwise very clean. "Do you know how many tongues have caressed this boot?" I asked, running a finger down its black surface. I shuddered with pleasure at the thought of Anixiel doing that exact thing, my mind racing, thinking of other humiliations I could inflict on such a willing pet. Yes, 'pet' sounded like the appropriate term to use to describe such a lovely woman. I was tired of using the term "slave" anyways, it was so...conventional.
I didn't answer the question I had posed to her, I just continued caressing the boot like I would a lover's skin. Actually, I had lost count of how many tongues had touched those boots. "As you said before, such things are best experienced, but suffice it to say that I expect patrons to earn the right to be noticed by me. How would you feel, my dear Anixiel, if I denied you your release after you've spent the last few minutes begging for attention? What would you be prepared to do for that release?" I idly ran a hand through my hair. "Therein lie my methods, but to say too much would spoil the experience." I always liked the first assignation with a patron because we were both treading on unfamiliar territory, but I did enjoy thinking up creative ways to humiliate my more regular patrons.
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Post by Anixiel nó Valerian on Jun 5, 2009 13:24:32 GMT -5
I watched as he crossed his leg, bringing his booted fut up on his knee, his fingers caressing the shiny leather as though it were a loved one. I noticed him shiver, his words, his actions, making me bite my lower lip - hard - to stiffle a whimper as my heart beat faster, like the wings of a hummingbird, so fast I thought I might die from it. I twas hard to hear my breathing over it, but his voice was crystal clear, even as he dropped it.
"Anything..." I whispered, in answer to his question, "I would do anything." The thuoght of it near overwhlemed me, taking over my mind as I thought on how he would bring me to do whatever he bid just to taste him, let alone to have my own climax. "Landis?" I queried, breathless again, this time desire soaking into every syllable like a cotton shirt soaking up blood. I wanted to be his, if just for one night, to belong to him, be his property to do what he wished with.
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Post by Landis d'Ames nó Mandrake on Jun 5, 2009 13:46:43 GMT -5
The poor thing! She was practically sweating with desire, I could feel it rolling off of her even as heat swept through my body. I wanted to touch her, and yet I knew that if I did, I would not be able to stop myself from doing other things.
"Yes, my dear Anixiel?" I asked softly, my tongue caressing each syllable, a hint of a smile on my face--a promise of something more to come as soon as we stepped into one of the pleasure rooms.
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Post by Anixiel nó Valerian on Jun 5, 2009 14:10:42 GMT -5
"Will..." I swallowed, feeling his desire rise, I don't know how I could sense it, mayhap it was the way he smiled at me, the way he looked at me, the way I could feel his heat, smell the spikenard stronger than before, but I could, and I already knew his answer before asking the question, but still... "Will... you have me? Please can we go to your Dowayne to set up a reciprocal assignation?" I asked, shivering all over this time, not fighting it at all, letting him see how he had made the desire rise inside me, what he made me feel. "I think you are exactly what I came here looking for."
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Post by Landis d'Ames nó Mandrake on Jun 5, 2009 14:45:18 GMT -5
I almost laughed. Never had a patron asked if they could contract me quite like Anixiel just had. Ah, this one was a perfect match for Valerian House.
I managed to hold my laughter in as I nodded, a small smile on my face as I reached out to grasp her hand. "You may, if I may contract you as well..." I smiled. "I am sure our respective Dowayne's would be happy to arrange something between us, once they see how...eager...we are." Ah yes, I was certain I wanted her now--needed her, in fact, and I was equally confident that I could make a case to Ignace as to why this assignation would be to the good for both of us. She had a need, I had the means to fulfill that need.
Ah, but there was a little matter that I had to take care of first.
"I require a moment to prepare," I explained. "If you will wait a moment, I will return shortly."
I headed for my quarters. There was something I wanted there that I could not find in any assignation room. Once I was inside, I quickly lit the sticks of incense in front of Kushiel's image and crossed to the small cupboard at the far end of the room, taking out the whip which lay inside.
My whip, once my mother's whip, but she had passed it down to me. I gripped the hard leather handle. The whip always smelled faintly of myrrh--sweet yet bitter, the perfect description for such an instrument of pain, almost poetic in its motion. Even the sight of it sent chills down a patron's spine--even if I did not actually use it during the assignation.
I only had time to make a brief obeisance towards the effigy of Kushiel before I had to extinguish the incense and return to Anixiel, holding the coiled whip in my hand. "I trust you have also had time to prepare?" I asked, smiling as my thumb stroked the fine leather. I was already thinking of several creative ways to put it to use on this adept's body--and not all those ways involved making welts on her back and buttocks.
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Post by Anixiel nó Valerian on Jun 5, 2009 19:56:13 GMT -5
The smile on his lips said it all, even before he grasped my hand, so small in his, so weak in his, and we walked into the hallway. I felt the flutter of butterflies in desire and satisfaction before he excused himself for a moment and I felt alone, like something was missing and frowned. I stood with eyes downcast and waited on his return to go to the Dowayne to plead our case.
I was in the middle of taking in a breath when he returned, his smooth and steady gait bringing him towards me as though he glided, a long whip at his side that cause me to shiver. It looked well loved and he seemed so natural with it. I wondered idly if he would use it on me at all.
"Yes Landis. Shall we go to seek permission from your Dowayne now?" I asked, my eyes lingering on the whip in his hand before I slowly brought them up his form, taking him in, and my gaze settled on his eyes.
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Post by Landis d'Ames nó Mandrake on Jun 5, 2009 23:05:43 GMT -5
I nodded. "He will want to know what we are up to, I am sure he will be happy to see that we are not idle--and contributing to the reputation of our Houses." I winked at her, chuckling softly.
I took her hand again, leading her to the Dowayne's office, where I knocked on the door.
"Enter," was it just me, or did my Dowayne sound bored today? I didn't blame him. He probably had about as much to do today as I did, and he was in charge of the entire House.
I opened the door, bringing Anixiel in after me. "Good day, Dowayne," I said, smiling even as I bowed to him. "We have come seeking a reciprocal assignation."
I saw my Dowayne's eyes move to Anixiel for a brief moment before focusing on me, his lips turned up slightly in what could have been a smile. "Have you found another pet so soon, Landis?" He asked, looking away from me and turning his black eyes on Anixiel. "Landis appears to have made his feelings clear on this matter, have you received the approval of the Dowayne of Valerian House, my lady?"
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Post by Anixiel nó Valerian on Jun 7, 2009 14:03:32 GMT -5
I smiled as he winked at me, casting my eyes downward again before blushing as he walked us to his Dowayne's chambers. He rapped at the door, only to be bid to enter. I kept my eyes downcast as I curtsied deeply, the knee behind my forward leg touching the floor before raising again to my feet. I mustered up the courage to bring my eyes to Ignace's though I faltered many times along the way. No wonder he was Dowayne.
I cleared my throat. "Yes, my lord," I murmured low but loud enough for all in attendance to hear, "by the hand of Kushiel and Naamah it has been seen to and permission has been given from Valerian House." I was wound so tight with the desire that Landis had engendered in me I shook with it, though no doubt it looked like pure nerves. "What will you, Dowayne?" I asked bringing my eyes to his, if even only for a moment before dropping them again. My hand was still in Landis' and I must have been getting my courage from his strength. I held tighter to it, finding warmth and comfort where I would soon find repentance.
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