Post by Admin on Nov 20, 2013 10:16:55 GMT -5
(22:50:13 )
[PIC]
. |..Exavier Exeter..| .
Blacksmith of Minus
-[sitting at the outdoor tables in the main square]-
says to His apple .p o m m e. -I: I reach up to your throat, and slide the pouch that you wear off your head, having just received word from a messenger about what was inside, and permission to use the item that was enclosed in the pouch around your throat. "kneel pomme." I say to you as I point to a spot right in front of me.
(22:56:16 )
His apple
[PIC]
.p o m m e.
-I Belong to the Spectacle-
Streets of Ar | IC
-[sitting at the outdoor tables in the main square]-
says to . |..Exavier Exeter..| .: I had been curious about that pouch all evening and watched as you removed it from me, the pansy purple hues tracking your movements with unabashed looks as the messenger walked away. I slid from your lap quietly, falling to my knees at your feet in that wide display of thighs as the delicate arch of my back pressed my small breasts forward. My hands rested lightly atop my thighs with the palms facing upwards and I waited for your pleasure quietly.
(22:59:20 )
[PIC]
. |..Exavier Exeter..| .
Blacksmith of Minus
-[sitting at the outdoor tables in the main square]-
says to His apple .p o m m e. -I: I'd sent word back with the messenger, thanking the Spectacle for his generous gift, and offering one of my own in return. The finest weapon made on Gor, to any of his particular specifications, including any type of ornamentation that he may require. I slip my fingertips into the small pouch and produce a key, I look it over slowly, and am sure that it indeed is the one that fits in your collar. I push your dark read hair back behind your shoulder, turning the collar slowly until the keyhole is visible, the one that I would put on you when we had time available to properly install it would not require a key. I reach down, slipping the key into the hole in the collar and I twist it. Suddenly there is a few clicks, and a snap as the collar falls open. I slide it from your throat and set it to the side, to be returned to the Spectacle.
(23:09:30 )
His apple
[PIC]
.p o m m e.
-I Belong to the Spectacle-
Streets of Ar | IC
-[sitting at the outdoor tables in the main square]-
says to . |..Exavier Exeter..| .: I lifted my chin as you moved the collar about my neck, the roil of emotions made it hard for me to breathe and I could feel my heart pounding in my ears hard enough that I thought I would faint. I barely heard the soft snick of the tumblers as the key turned within the lock and the collar opened and for the first time in what felt like a lifetime my neck felt cool air upon its entire length. I watched you quietly, waiting to see what would happen as you set the collar aside. I looked at it with mixed emotions knowing that one door was closing but another was opening and I would walk , no run, through it eagerly and embrace with lay within that future. I smiled up at you and tried to still the sudden trembling that threatened to overtake me.
(23:18:05 )
[PIC]
. |..Exavier Exeter..| .
Blacksmith of Minus
-[sitting at the outdoor tables in the main square]-
says to His apple .p o m m e. -I: I'd been carrying a collar in my pack, with the hope that I would be able to catch up with the Spectacle to buy you. I of course had no idea that he would make it a gift, but it never hurt to be prepared. I turn from you for a moment, sliding my hand into my pack and taking out a small wooden box. The item within was prepared for me over 10 years ago by one of the finest jewelers on Gor at the time. I'd not realized at the time that it would be this many years before it would be used. The collar itself did have a hinge and had a small area where a locking pin was inserted. For tonight I would just use the simple locking pin, though I had other designs for later. It is close to an inch wide, but the solid silver that it was made out of was crafted to be incredibly thin. It would sit as a band around your throat, that throat which was currently unadorned with any collar at all. I look into your face for a moment, and can see the excitement there, a new chapter, and with each new opportunity in life there were parts of it that made one nervous and excited at the same time. I still had not said anything to you, taking my ownership of you to this next level with actions rather than words. I remove the silver collar from the box and then I slide the silver collar around your throat, on it I can see {Ex} etched by that very same jeweler, as when I bought it that is how all collars were marked, and I even had a certificate to indicate that I was the only man on Gor with that collar marking. Taking the two sides of the collar, I close them about your throat. I then take a small locking pin from the box and push it into the slender hole opposite the hinge. This would permanently mark you as my property.
(23:27:02 )
His apple
[PIC]
.p o m m e.
-I Belong to the Spectacle-
Streets of Ar | IC
-[sitting at the outdoor tables in the main square]-
says to . |..Exavier Exeter..| .: I watched you rummage about your pack until that little wooden box emerged from within and you opened it and regarded the collar within for a few ihns. I was vain enough to appreciate the craftsmanship of the metal , the delicately wrought silver a thing of beauty and ownership brought a thrill of acquisitive pleasure that shot through my body as I looked it over greedily. In truth, I was less concerned with the item itself than what was etched upon it, your initials and as you looked down at me again I leaned towards you, every fiber of my being supple and pliant as I felt you place that slender collar about my neck and the cold metal warmed swiftly to the heat of my body while you worked the small pin into the hole to keep it closed. I bent at the waist then, the dark red curls spilling about your boots in an array of reds and golds upon the dirt as my lips moved first to the left boot, then the right to adorn them with an homage of kisses before I pressed myself back into that kneeling position before you with a serene smile.
(23:36:43 )
[PIC]
. |..Exavier Exeter..| .
Blacksmith of Minus
-[sitting at the outdoor tables in the main square]-
says to His apple .p o m m e. -I: I stood there, above my new property, watching as you lower yourself to the ground, kissing first one of my boots and then the other before sitting back into your kneeling position again. I did like how the collar looked around your throat, and it did indeed mean more than just the metal it was made from, or even the initials etched upon it. It meant you were mine, in body and soul and you would remain that way so long as it pleased me. I imagined it would please me for a very, very long time. I look over the beautiful slave flesh that I now own for several long moments before I speak, "You are mine now pomme, you will submit to my will in everything. I expect you to be pleasing and I do not have many rules for you. You will serve my friends and sword brothers as if they were me, with everything that makes you what you are. You will work hard as my slave, as I expect more than service, I expect you to learn, to find new ways to please me every day. I will be your teacher, your lover and your Master so long as you wear that collar. My disappointment will be your worst punishment and my pleasure will be your greatest joy."
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Ex's apple
p.o.m.m.e.
Property of Exavier
Minus, IC
(23:52:30 )
. Ex's apple .
[PIC]
p.o.m.m.e
Property of Exavier Exeter
Minus | IC
-[sitting at the outdoor tables in the main square]-
says to . |..Exavier Exeter..| .: Slender fingers touched the metal as you spoke, my eyes tracing your body as much as my fingers traced over your name upon the metal. I nodded with each command, the majority of them were as simple as breathing, working hard and serving were as natural to a slave who wanted to please her owner and survive til the next day. But the prospect of facing your disappointment was an unbearable thought and I murmured simply "yes, Master" praying that I would never have cause to see that facet of you as I didnt know if it would be worth bearing.
[PIC]
. |..Exavier Exeter..| .
Blacksmith of Minus
-[sitting at the outdoor tables in the main square]-
says to His apple .p o m m e. -I: I reach up to your throat, and slide the pouch that you wear off your head, having just received word from a messenger about what was inside, and permission to use the item that was enclosed in the pouch around your throat. "kneel pomme." I say to you as I point to a spot right in front of me.
(22:56:16 )
His apple
[PIC]
.p o m m e.
-I Belong to the Spectacle-
Streets of Ar | IC
-[sitting at the outdoor tables in the main square]-
says to . |..Exavier Exeter..| .: I had been curious about that pouch all evening and watched as you removed it from me, the pansy purple hues tracking your movements with unabashed looks as the messenger walked away. I slid from your lap quietly, falling to my knees at your feet in that wide display of thighs as the delicate arch of my back pressed my small breasts forward. My hands rested lightly atop my thighs with the palms facing upwards and I waited for your pleasure quietly.
(22:59:20 )
[PIC]
. |..Exavier Exeter..| .
Blacksmith of Minus
-[sitting at the outdoor tables in the main square]-
says to His apple .p o m m e. -I: I'd sent word back with the messenger, thanking the Spectacle for his generous gift, and offering one of my own in return. The finest weapon made on Gor, to any of his particular specifications, including any type of ornamentation that he may require. I slip my fingertips into the small pouch and produce a key, I look it over slowly, and am sure that it indeed is the one that fits in your collar. I push your dark read hair back behind your shoulder, turning the collar slowly until the keyhole is visible, the one that I would put on you when we had time available to properly install it would not require a key. I reach down, slipping the key into the hole in the collar and I twist it. Suddenly there is a few clicks, and a snap as the collar falls open. I slide it from your throat and set it to the side, to be returned to the Spectacle.
(23:09:30 )
His apple
[PIC]
.p o m m e.
-I Belong to the Spectacle-
Streets of Ar | IC
-[sitting at the outdoor tables in the main square]-
says to . |..Exavier Exeter..| .: I lifted my chin as you moved the collar about my neck, the roil of emotions made it hard for me to breathe and I could feel my heart pounding in my ears hard enough that I thought I would faint. I barely heard the soft snick of the tumblers as the key turned within the lock and the collar opened and for the first time in what felt like a lifetime my neck felt cool air upon its entire length. I watched you quietly, waiting to see what would happen as you set the collar aside. I looked at it with mixed emotions knowing that one door was closing but another was opening and I would walk , no run, through it eagerly and embrace with lay within that future. I smiled up at you and tried to still the sudden trembling that threatened to overtake me.
(23:18:05 )
[PIC]
. |..Exavier Exeter..| .
Blacksmith of Minus
-[sitting at the outdoor tables in the main square]-
says to His apple .p o m m e. -I: I'd been carrying a collar in my pack, with the hope that I would be able to catch up with the Spectacle to buy you. I of course had no idea that he would make it a gift, but it never hurt to be prepared. I turn from you for a moment, sliding my hand into my pack and taking out a small wooden box. The item within was prepared for me over 10 years ago by one of the finest jewelers on Gor at the time. I'd not realized at the time that it would be this many years before it would be used. The collar itself did have a hinge and had a small area where a locking pin was inserted. For tonight I would just use the simple locking pin, though I had other designs for later. It is close to an inch wide, but the solid silver that it was made out of was crafted to be incredibly thin. It would sit as a band around your throat, that throat which was currently unadorned with any collar at all. I look into your face for a moment, and can see the excitement there, a new chapter, and with each new opportunity in life there were parts of it that made one nervous and excited at the same time. I still had not said anything to you, taking my ownership of you to this next level with actions rather than words. I remove the silver collar from the box and then I slide the silver collar around your throat, on it I can see {Ex} etched by that very same jeweler, as when I bought it that is how all collars were marked, and I even had a certificate to indicate that I was the only man on Gor with that collar marking. Taking the two sides of the collar, I close them about your throat. I then take a small locking pin from the box and push it into the slender hole opposite the hinge. This would permanently mark you as my property.
(23:27:02 )
His apple
[PIC]
.p o m m e.
-I Belong to the Spectacle-
Streets of Ar | IC
-[sitting at the outdoor tables in the main square]-
says to . |..Exavier Exeter..| .: I watched you rummage about your pack until that little wooden box emerged from within and you opened it and regarded the collar within for a few ihns. I was vain enough to appreciate the craftsmanship of the metal , the delicately wrought silver a thing of beauty and ownership brought a thrill of acquisitive pleasure that shot through my body as I looked it over greedily. In truth, I was less concerned with the item itself than what was etched upon it, your initials and as you looked down at me again I leaned towards you, every fiber of my being supple and pliant as I felt you place that slender collar about my neck and the cold metal warmed swiftly to the heat of my body while you worked the small pin into the hole to keep it closed. I bent at the waist then, the dark red curls spilling about your boots in an array of reds and golds upon the dirt as my lips moved first to the left boot, then the right to adorn them with an homage of kisses before I pressed myself back into that kneeling position before you with a serene smile.
(23:36:43 )
[PIC]
. |..Exavier Exeter..| .
Blacksmith of Minus
-[sitting at the outdoor tables in the main square]-
says to His apple .p o m m e. -I: I stood there, above my new property, watching as you lower yourself to the ground, kissing first one of my boots and then the other before sitting back into your kneeling position again. I did like how the collar looked around your throat, and it did indeed mean more than just the metal it was made from, or even the initials etched upon it. It meant you were mine, in body and soul and you would remain that way so long as it pleased me. I imagined it would please me for a very, very long time. I look over the beautiful slave flesh that I now own for several long moments before I speak, "You are mine now pomme, you will submit to my will in everything. I expect you to be pleasing and I do not have many rules for you. You will serve my friends and sword brothers as if they were me, with everything that makes you what you are. You will work hard as my slave, as I expect more than service, I expect you to learn, to find new ways to please me every day. I will be your teacher, your lover and your Master so long as you wear that collar. My disappointment will be your worst punishment and my pleasure will be your greatest joy."
change your tags to read
Ex's apple
p.o.m.m.e.
Property of Exavier
Minus, IC
(23:52:30 )
. Ex's apple .
[PIC]
p.o.m.m.e
Property of Exavier Exeter
Minus | IC
-[sitting at the outdoor tables in the main square]-
says to . |..Exavier Exeter..| .: Slender fingers touched the metal as you spoke, my eyes tracing your body as much as my fingers traced over your name upon the metal. I nodded with each command, the majority of them were as simple as breathing, working hard and serving were as natural to a slave who wanted to please her owner and survive til the next day. But the prospect of facing your disappointment was an unbearable thought and I murmured simply "yes, Master" praying that I would never have cause to see that facet of you as I didnt know if it would be worth bearing.