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- Forwarded for Quarterhorse by me. I'll give him all email that is sent
- through me; but I'll probably be the one doing the replying. This story
- has consensual bondage and some obedience. I hope that people enjoy it.
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- Elektra
- ------ I was a little bemused by the fact that Lisa hadn't leashed me in
- any way, and was walking as if she expected me to just follow her. Of
- course, Morgan's command was enough to guarentee my obedience, but how
- could she know that? She didn't even look back, once, until we reached the
- door to the back rooms. I was a little nonplussed at her assumption and,
- perhaps, even a little more so at the fact that I was obeying utterly
- voluntarily. Part of me said that it was because I knew that she would
- report to Morgan all my behaviour, but I wasn't so sure. Her perfect
- assurance was just right for making me feel exactly how I wanted to feel,
- like someone's good submissive.
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- I'm not a good slave. I've never been a good slave. Too stubborn,
- too likely to fight my bonds, and I've always despised people who think
- that they can master me with pure physical punishment or physical
- anything. Morgan calls me an intellectual snob, and it's true. I hate
- stupid people, and I'm even worse on insensitive, stupid people. Those
- who try to treat me a as a dumb beast usually get unpleasant surprises. I
- always wonder why they don't play off the fact that I *am* intelligent and
- capable of learning what they want. What gets me is someone who can sense
- what I feel, emotionally, and is quick enough, sensative enough play on that.
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- I like to please people, and a harsh word will make me obey far
- more quickly than the striking of a strap without word or reason why.
- When Morgan applies the strap it isn't for punishment, it's for our
- pleasure, and his sensativity for not only what I can take, but what I
- enjoy is a constant means of fulfilment. Though there are those that
- simply like to hear me scream, they don't really command my emotions or
- respect, and, only rarely, my body. Lisa, though, had judged and measured
- accurately my own tendency to obey gentleness exactly, especially after a
- thorough beating. She was using that fact quite well, and I had to admit
- that I appreciated it.
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- Broken-nosed Charlie was presiding over the door tonight. And the
- huge fellow was doing his job with his usual enthusiasm. As we neared him,
- the auto-vid was playing all the warnings with the National Right To Death
- stamp on the bottom. Enter and be forever lost... going through the Door
- was physical expression of consent, but the patrons of Sauron's liked to be
- absolutely sure. Charlie was very good at being sure.
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- Charlie towered over slender Lisa with his protrubing lower
- canines, bone deposted dermal armor and massively ugly warts he stared in
- to her eyes and asked, "You're goin' in with your full consent, right?"
- Lisa blinked and he smiled a wicked smile, that stretched his lips across
- his tusks. "Be sure, little lady, a'fore you enter the Dungeons."
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