Our Nature { Maeve & Louise }

maeve-aislin-brennan:

"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"


Our Nature { Maeve & Louise }

maeve-aislin-brennan:

"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"


Our Nature { Maeve & Louise }

maeve-aislin-brennan:

"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".


Our Nature { Maeve & Louise }

maeve-aislin-brennan:

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"



Our Nature { Maeve & Louise }

maeve-aislin-brennan:

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.


Change of Scenery [ Closed RP ]

abigailspastels:

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”.


Our Nature { Maeve & Louise }

maeve-aislin-brennan:

It was a Friday, and usually, Fridays are Maeve’s favorite part of the week. Usually, her Fridays consist of staying at her flat, watching shitty television shows, and keeping in touch with her friends from Ireland. But tonight, she had no plans of doing the old routine. Since she was once a model, and she still has those connections with her former co-models, she was asked to come with one of her co-models for a restaurant date and being the bored one that she is, she decided to say yes. Slipping on a black Club L Criss Cross Detail Skater Dress, Maeve checked herself on the full-view mirror of her flat. She doesn’t usually dress up for bars, but she was informed that the restaurant they’d be going to would be a high-class restaurant. So, maybe trying to impress people would mean her bank account balance going up again. In accordance with her black Skater Dress, she knew a black Party Stiletto would match the elegant outfit.

After an hour of travel, Maeve, together with her friends, made it to the said restaurant. Clearly, Maeve was impressed. This is something she missed - high class restaurants. Since she was too impressed to even notice the people passing by, or seated on wherever, Maeve was shocked when a waiter gave her a table napkin and uttered no word.

"Sit somewhere you can see me. L." Her heartbeat raced, then scanned the room for someone she knows and was taken aback when she saw L - Louise. Keeping the napkin, she then changed place with one of her friends and kept her eye contact with Louise. Writing back on another napkin, Maeve called for a waiter and told him to give the letter to the blonde across their table.

I wasn’t expecting to see you. I don’t know if it is a good thing that we’re both here. or not. Are you with someone? Or would you allow me to transfer to your table if I offer? - Mae

Louise recieved the napkin again. Of course Maeve would want to talk. She couldn’t just take the order, she had to ask for more too. She then smiled, writing on a new napkin. This was a different power play, and she liked. “Without saying a word, stand and come sit with me”, she ordered and then made herself confortable again in her sit. This night would be better then she ever imagined. 


Our Nature { Maeve & Louise }

Louise was sitting at her now usual table in the restaurant. She liked this place. She liked few things in New York, but she like this one. The tables next to wall, such as the one she was sitting now, were small, perfect for dates and people that didn’t wanted to be noticed. In the middle of the room there were bigger tables, but she never saw any family there. Probably something about the place - the lights were sort of purple wish, with red layers too. It was like some classical victorial vibe, including all the decorations. Louise finally found a place where she could feel like home. And the white wine was good. 

She was taking a sip when she noticed someone that she knew entering the room. This was new. No one she had ever spent time with had the taste or the money to be in a place like this. Lou smirked and followed Maeve, who sat in a table with other people. She then wrot in one the napkins. “Sit somewhere you can see me. L.”, and then told the waiter to give to him. Lou then sat back, it was time to have fun.


maeve-aislin-brennan:

Of course, it was real. Apologies don’t help. Dominants have no mercy; or maybe some of them. But as far as Maeve was concerned, all of the Doms are the same. And that, that makes Subs like her, give in for pleasure and pain. The blonde’s soft way of caressing her skin made Maeve bite her lip secretly. The pain was not too much, even though both her buttcheeks were sore - too sore. “I.. I can go far, Mistress. As far as you want.” She answered obediently, clearly not wanting to mess with her pissed Mistress.

Louise nodded her head, as if she was congratulating the other for the right answer. As a silent reward, Lou didn’t made anymore show about it. With her thumb she rubbed Maeve’s asshole, teasing it. She had to admit, this was her favorite part. Watching that sensitive skin pulses under her touch. Almost made her do nothing but rub that. But she was too focused for that. Lou then slipped her middle finger inside her ass, first a bit harshly, to cause friction, she slowly, so all of her finger was in. She looked down, apreciating the view of fucking that gorgeous tall woman in the ass. She then pushed her finger in and out, slowly and then faster. “Get on your knees”, she ordered. 


maeve-aislin-brennan:

Hearing Louise’s words, Maeve bit her lip. Her Mistress was pissed - and it was Maeve’s fault. She’s been in this situation before; it did her no good. She ended up being sore, nonetheless - even more sore than she expected to be. Maeve was never good when it comes to controlling her moans or even herself. She flinched when the first slap was given to her. It pained her, but it brought her pressure as well. As the slaps continue on a steady rhythm, Maeve knew she couldn’t hold it any longer. On the 7th slap, she moaned “Mistress” out loud unconsciously, then bit her lip as she heard herself. “I-I’m sorry..”

"Sorry won’t do anything for you, slut", she said simply. As a second punishment, she just slapped her left butcheek, ten more times. Now she was probably too sore to complain, but her ass looked better, at least. Louise caressed her skin, warm from the recent touches. She then squeezed them hard, opening her butcheeks. "How much can you take on this ass of yours?", she ask, just out of curiosity. 


animalipstic:

Eyes wide, Enna frowned. “This skirt is cute,” she drawled, giving it a swift twirl that probably would give a movie a Mature-Audiences rating. “Why would I be punished for wearing it? Or punished by wearing it?” 

"Well, if I was your mistress you would wear it for me. Or to humilliate you around", she shrugged and then waved. "I won’t waste anymore time on this conversation, I don’t wanna be caught".


Change of Scenery [ Closed RP ]

abigailspastels:

Abbey stayed bent over like that, tensing a bit when she was touched.  At least it was just her back.  It actually sent shivers down her spine.  Was that a good thing?  Then the mistress spoke and she let out a soft yet annoyed sigh.  She had been dreading this. 

Ever since Abbey was a child she’d been teased about her last name.  ‘Fairchild’.  How could anyone pass up the opportunity.  She was often called a prude and sometimes she was called an innocent little lamb.  Either way you looked at it, ‘Fairchild’ just fit her.  It was like a tailor named Taylor or a carpenter with the last name Carpenter.

Fairchild,” she finally said.  She could only imagine how that name would fair in this kind of world.  “Abigail Fairchild.”  She said waiting for the mocking to ensue. 

A devilish smile showed up on her lips. Fairchild. It was too good to be true. A slave, that looked as prude as this one, called Fairchild. Louise just kept that small win inside her brain and said nothing, she wouldn’t play childish games. Luise was above that.

I’ll call you slave, when in a good humor”, her voice wasn’t cold as always. She was actually just trying to make her life easier by explaining more rules. “And slut if I am willing to. And anything else that I feel like”, she shrugged, in a very informal move for her.

Without any other further note, she pulled Abbey’s panties down. Stepping back, Louise gave a very long look at her ass, slowly lifting her dress. “Are you a virgin, slave?


Change of Scenery [ Closed RP ]

abigailspastels:

Abbey jumped when the mistress snapped.  She didn’t want to but she didn’t have much choice did she?  She went to the armchair, spreading her legs enough.  She felt a nervous lump in her throat as she bent over so her ass poked out from under the dress.  She expected she was about to get a spanking and that scared her. 

She was never big on punishment.  Growing up, she was one of those kids who feared her parents disappointment more than anything else.  Verbal punishment was worse than physical.  She wanted to apologize but she knew that would just make things worse; so she shut her mouth tight and waited.

I don’t remember your lastname”, she said in a cold tone, walking behind her, getting closer to Abbey. She was looking down to her, not directly to her ass at first, just admiring the new position her slave got to offer.

After several minutes, her fingers finally touched Abbey’s back. Even with the fabric of her dress, Lou could feel the eletric touch. The forbiden and at the same time welcome touch. She caressed her lower back a few seconds, not with tender, but like she was getting to know a new toy. This would be fun. “Tell me your lastname”, she said , demanding her to talk now.


animalipstic:

Either scatterbrained or a very good actress, Enna pressed her lips together, frowning at the woman. “Walk around like what? It’s a public park.”

"With that skirt", she said simply. "Are you being punished?", she asked curiously.