PLEASE GOD GIVE ME A PARTNER WHO WILL MESSAGE ME IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DAY WITH IDEAS FOR OUR SHIP AND NOT FIND IT WEIRD WHEN I BOMBARD THEM WITH CAPS LOCK FEELS.
"God, you’re cold as ice." Maeve stated coldly. Hearing the blonde’s words, Maeve clenched her fist tight, trying to control herself. "It’s adorably nice how people think it’s about putting one’s self in the wrong side of society." She said then called on a waiter for water. Getting the glass of water, she slowly and seductively touched the glass to her lips then sipped the drink. "I find it amusing that you think people’s lives function the way you think they do. When in reality, every people struggles to reach something or to get out of a certain situation. We don’t need friends to help us solve problems. I don’t need them to solve things for me. I need them to keep me going." She said calmly, but it was clear that she was messing with the blonde. She doesn’t care. It doesn’t matter. She isn’t Lou’s slave so she can defend herself in the way she can. "I wonder how far your partners pushed you in life. Or yet, if one can consider it FAR enough." She said with dark eyes, and a dark tone.
"Some people called me hot", she said in a attemptive to be funny. This was the first time she felt okay to be funny in this year, at least. Something different was going on, but she was actually excited by it. "Have you ever imagined that this situations…. Are not a real thing? Sometimes we pretend to be in trouble, when it’s not something that is really happening. People love to make up drama", she rolled her eyes and then open her purse to take a pack. Putting a cigarret between her lips, she lit it. "My partners offered me challenges, of course. They helped me shape my personality. But I don’t need them to keep going" she then decided to give the other a really sweet smile, squeezing her eyes even. "I do need you, though"
"Even casual dates?" Maeve asked again, more interested. "If you don’t mind me asking," She started, then paused for a few seconds. "Oh, never mind. I don’t think my question even makes sense." She said with a shrug. Maeve was supposed to be offended, but clearly, she isn’t. Because it was a fact. She was old to model again, but not old enough to stop. She stared at the blonde, her eyes cold. She lowered her head then smiled a tad, as if reminiscing. “They’re not useless. Not when they’ve helped me survive my darkest days.” She looked at Lou with gentle eyes this time. “Why, Mistress? Don’t you have people you can call friends?” She asked, a sly smirk on her lips.
"Please try to think before speaking", she said, trying to sound nice. She would never say that to a slave, she would just tell her to shut up. This was why she didn’t liked social occasions. "That’s because you put yourself somewhere in society you don’t belong. And then you creat problems so you have to create friends to solve it", as she spoke she swang the glass in her fingers, making the liquor shift was she spoke. "No. I have partners. Fellows Masters and Mitress that I like more or less", she surpressed from her mind three other people that didn’t fit on that category, but she decided to let it go. "Friends really have to use on my life"
"You don’t do dates?" She asked again, clearly surprised. Someone as beautiful as Lou shouldn’t be staying single.. Unless she’s got trust issues. "I was a model, yes." She answered then shrugged her shoulders. "I don’t know. I don’t consider selling my body a job or whatever professionals call it. I want to go back to modelling. But I don’t know where to start.” She replied, her eyes dark with hatred - with the world, with the people around her, and those people who are clearly the reason why her life is fucked up.
"I don’t believe that someone like me can enjoy any sort of dating", Louie shrugged. This was getting interesting. She never have spoken about this subject before, but all the ones around her she wasn’t any good for dating. She did tried a couple of times. "And you’re too old to model again", one more blunt fact, Lou looked at her. "Why do you even bother to waste time on them?", she pointed the friends. "They’re useless".
Conservatively, Maeve sat down, assisting her dress. She kept her head low, both her hands on her lap. “I.. uh,” She struggled with the right words to say. “They’re my former co-models. They needed to unwind.” She said then looked behind her, noticing her peers were already ordering. Turning her gaze back at Louise, she asked, “Why aren’t you with someone, Mistress? I mean, don’t you have a date or..” Maeve bit her lip. “Sorry for asking.”
"I don’t do dates", she looked at Maeve like that was pretty obvius. Lou was still playing with the glass in her hands and was starting to wonder why Maeve was there. This answer wasn’t satisfying enough and she wanted to take as much as possible. "You were a model then?", she looked at her dress. "You’re used to seel your body. Not only as a part-time slave"
Maeve kept her focus on Louise as she was writing. Seeing her once Mistress smile, she found herself idiotically smiling as well. When she received the reply, again a napkin, she hesitated upon reading the order. She tilted her head up slightly then bit her lip. After a few seconds though, she stood up, her friends asking her where she was going, but gave them no answer. “Hi,” she said, a half smile painted on her lips. “May I sit with you?”
"Sit", she demanded, pointing the chair in front of her. Louise then focused her green eyes on her former table. She didn’t reconized anyone, as she expected, so this would bring a lot of questions. Lou crossed her legs and finally looked at Maeve. "What are you doing here slave?", she asked and then gracefully took some of her wine.
Abbey forced herself to keep quiet as she listened to her Mistress’s words. Slave she could live with but slut? She was the furthest thing from that actually. It didn’t matter though. This was her life now and if the Mistress wanted to call her a slut, then that’s what she’d be called.
The girl almost didn’t want to answer when she was asked about being a virgin. She was and maybe it was obvious, but she was afraid to admit it. Some people, she’d read, jumped you if they found out you were a virgin. Cherry hounds, that was the slang for it. But some, and maybe this Mistress was, about preserving that purity. Something about having a virgin in their midst gave people thrills.
“Yes," she finally said sucking in a breath as she felt the dress lift and her ass was exposed a little more.
“Let’s change that" she said simply with a real smile on her face. The thing was - for Lou being a Mistress it wasn’t only about rough sex, or being a dominant. It was about breaking things.
Breaking rules, breaking her weak sthereotype, break other people. And that’s why slaves existed. To break them. Specially if they were young, small and virgin. So, this is why Abbey turned out to be so perfect. She was, a virgen.
Lou then licked her index and middle finger, making it as wet as possible. It was her first time, no need to hurt her more then that. At least, not now. Louise, unfortunately, knew then. She then started to tease Abbey’s entrance. Rubbing from her clit to between her lips, she didn’t pushed, she just wanted to test her. ”Tell me what you’re feeling slave”.