Surprise Welcoming (Lynnidy)

[jasper mikel saxton]

Jasper tucked his lighter into his jacket pocket and licked his lips to get rid of the nicotine that stained it idly as he waited. With one foot resting on his opposite knee, Jasper was slumped in his seat lazily but confidently all at the same time. The building hadn't exactly changed much, in fact, not at all from what he'd seen from the outside as he'd pulled up. He supposed he'd only been away for a year though. His father had been insistent that a year abroad would do them all a world of good, despite Jasper not wanting to move at all. After all, he'd had it all; some of the most obedient slaves in the school, top grades and enough bravado to walk around as one of the more popular guys. Life had been pretty fantastic before his father had dropped the bomb shell on him, but then the year away had been fun. He'd met lots of people... women mostly, but that was beside the point. Right now, Jasper Saxton was back and he intended to make that known. He tilted his head and his neck cracked just the slightest bit even as he ruffled his blonde shaggy hair that sat on top. It had grown only slightly longer since he'd left but other then the toning of his muscles, nothing else had really changed.

Jasper tilted and rolled his head to look up when the door to the principals office opened and he stood, letting the kinks out of his back as he did so. Huh... they'd painted the room. About time, the place had been near deterioration last time he'd sat in here. Things had changed since then though. "Welcome back, Mr. Saxton." Jasper smirked and took a seat again, this time opposite the principal. There was an empty chair beside him but he didn't take much notice. "Thank you, sir." He blinked once whilst he spoke, his voice fairly deep and the strong London accent touching his words. He'd lived in England till he was nine years old... before he moved here. It had been where he'd ended up on his year away. "Here's your timetable..." The sheet of paper was handed across by the seemingly distracted principal but Jasper didn't care, he just wanted to see when his free periods were. After all, that was what was important in this place. He smiled to himself. Well, the schedule could be a lot worse... his free were joined together to give him long breaks during the day. That's what he liked. Time to actually do something and not just wait around for the next lesson... not that he actually did that either.

Jasper rested his foot on his other knee again, mimicking his earlier pose and he chewed his bottom lip in thought. "I suppose things are the same?" There was a moment of silence before a considered "yes" was offered. Glancing up, Jasper took note of the way the principal was sitting, her eyes boring at him... almost like he was a piece of meat. Okay, that was a bit weird. Shrugging it off and ignoring it, Jasper's eyes moved back down to the piece of paper. "And the market is the same?" He was eager to see what was around for him to snap up. After all, Jasper had every bit within himself to enjoy his senior year in high school to the full, without any barriers. For that, he wanted good company and that hopefully included good slaves. "Yes. But it isn't necessary for you to go this time." The voice was stronger. That was new. Jasper looked up again with a bemused look. "Since when has there been an order to pick up some slaves?" Jasper asked with amusement lacing his tone. Oh, if only he knew. "There isn't. At least not one that you described." Jasper blinked and his confusion was evident on his face quite apparently. "Then how am I expected to pick?"... "You don't. Not this time, Jasper." His eyes narrowed slightly and he sat up a bit straighter. What was he talking about?

The Principal shuffled a few papers on the desk and also sat straighter before crossing her arms on the table. "We have decided that this year is going to be a bit different with you, Mr. Saxton. No longer a 'master'... if you understand what I mean?" Jasper was silent and he didn't move for a short while. She was kidding, right? He was not a slave. Not in a million years. Never had he once shown any implications that he was born a slave, nor that he turned into one. Everything about him screamed 'master' and yet... here she was. "You're kidding me." His eyes stayed narrowed but he was sat further forward in his seat. "I assure you we're not, Jasper. Not this time. There's no more debate on this. I can tell you now that we have already had to refuse claims of you as soon as the news broke you were returning and not as a master. As you should know, it is purely on a first come first serve basis after seeing you." This was unbelievable. A slave? Like hell he would be. But he knew his father would never leave again, not after how much pestering and annoyance Jasper had inflicted having wanted to return to this school. It was a nightmare. "I would be careful who you run into... your arrival today has no doubt fostered plenty of interest around the school." Jasper fell back against his seat, his eyes boring into the paper. He felt ill. The knocking at the door did nothing to calm his nerves either.

[lynnidy ann rush]

The bell for the end of second period went off and Lynnidy gathered her things and stood from her desk. She stretched slightly and made her way out of the classroom and hung a left toward the girl's bathroom. She stepped inside a stall and locked it just before a group of girls entered the bathroom as well. She was about to set her things on the floor when the other girl's conversation hit her ears and she froze in her spot, intrigued, standing in the stall. "I heard Jasper Saxton was coming back this year. He is so hot, maybe he'll pick me as his slave." One girl said. Lynn had heard that one of her old friends would be back this year. Well, they were more of acquaintances than friends per say, as they were never ones to hang out, more just pick on each other when seen in the halls. The next sentence was what caught her attention. "No he's not picking slaves this year." A different girl said.

Jasper not picking slaves? This was news to Lynn. From what she knew of Jasper, he loved having slaves and was known for only choosing the best. Him not picking a slave was very odd. Maybe the year away had messed with his head. Maybe where ever he went did not have slaves and it made him think badly about once having his prized possessions. She doubted it. Students had tried being masters and simply not having slaves. Once you had them though, it was hard to give them up so she was sure he had suffered without them for the year he had been missing. "No I heard he is one now. They bumped him down!" Lynn's eyes widened before she smirked and left the bathroom without even using it.

This would be interesting, to see Jasper deal with being a slave. Then a thought hit her. Lynnidy had yet to claim any slaves this year. If she found Jasper first, she could claim him. It would be hilarious and she could watch him try to cope with everything up close and personal. She was just like him in a way, she had to have the best slaves as well. And he was by far one of the most attractive boys in the school, so to have him as her little personal lackey was perfect. She knew the first place all return and new students would go would be to the office to get their schedule and status for the year. So, she made her way there.

Lynnidy reached the main office and smiled sweetly at the secretaries. They all loved her. They loved most of the masters and were much kinder to them than the slaves. "Hello Miss Reynolds," she greeted one of them, "I had a question about something. I heard Jasper Saxton was returning this year and I would just like to know when. We were very good friends and I would like to throw him a surprise welcome back party." Lynn lied so convincingly. The secretary smiled back at her, "Actually, Mr Saxton is in with the principal as we speak. I'm sure neither will mind if you go back." Of course they wouldn't.

The brunette thanked her and headed back the hallway to the office and knocked on the door. Her sweet smile was still on her face as the school principal opened the door for her. He was blocking Jasper from her view, and he shut the door behind him so as she could not see in yet. "Good morning Mr Collins. I.." He held up a hand to stop her as he let out a slight laugh. "You always have to be first, don't you Miss Rush." He knew exactly why she was there. "Well, I can't keep you from him, can I now? Go on in, I'm going to get some coffee. I will be back in a few minutes." She nodded and let herself in after he walked down the hall. Her smirk replaced the fake sweet smile she played off so well.

She closed the office door behind her silently as she stood behind Jasper's chair. She placed her hands on the back of it and leaned down and leveled her head with his own to speak to him. "Well well well. If the cat hasn't become the mouse. Welcome back," Lynnidy basically purred. She was known to be sarcastic and snobby and it was clear she hadn't changed while he was away. She was also know to be a bit harsh with her slaves sometimes when they didn't listen. Well, he would witness it first hand, she was sure.

[jasper mikel saxton]

Jasper stared hard at his timetable but wasn't actually reading the words, instead his mind was going crazy with what would happen next. He was quite literally stuck in a very difficult situation because once you arrived in this place, very few people actually left. He had for a year, but that hadn't even been by choice. And ultimately, he was back where he should be although apparently not with the right status. His stomach felt queasy and even slightly numb because he couldn't wrap his head around why on earth they would down grade him from a master to a pathetic, underachieving, grovelling little slave. As if! Jasper re-read his name along the top of his schedule to make sure they'd gotten the right person... just for precaution. His head stayed ducked as the knocking on door sounded and Mr. Collins stood to go answer it. "You." He pointed at Jasper. "Stay there." Trust, he had no intention of going anywhere until this was sorted out. He'd been a master for long enough, despite his one year disappearing act, to know how it all worked out for the slaves throughout the year and although it largely depended on the master, it was generally not good or anywhere near half of what it was for the one in charge. That's why he wasn't happy with this new arrangement. Senior year of high school was supposed to be special and the best year of your life... not stuck as a slave for some jumped up person. Jasper didn't even consider that as being himself.

Jasper tilted his head and his frown was very much present on his face as he watched the principal head toward the door. Hearing the fact the man hadn't ushered the visitor away made him curious and Jasper moved his head to the side to try and gain a peek however frowned again when the door was shut and he was left alone, in the newly painted room... waiting. Maybe he was being punk'd or something? Nah, he wasn't famous yet. Letting out a long sigh of both impatience and slight sadness at his predicament, the door clicking open gained no response from the blonde boy, presuming Mr. Collins had returned to give him some more information on exactly why he'd been demoted so far down. It still made him ill. Licking his lips, Jasper felt a presence behind him and before he could turn to see what the principal was doing, breathing could be heard in his left ear so he went deadly still. What was with this place recently? "Well well well. If the cat hasn't become the mouse. Welcome back," Jasper blinked and turned his head ever so slightly so he was or at least felt less of at a disadvantage.

"Hello Rush." His face turned into a smirk, like his problems had just melted away. Their relationship had always been cold at best and whilst he could probably vouch and say neither of them hated one another, they were simply too much alike to get anywhere close to being friends. The general sarcastic comments to put one another down had really been the limit come end of sophomore year. "I see you decided to keep the fangs." Dipping his voice himself, Jasper hushed his words at her. "They always were a good look on you." That wasn't condescending... no not at all. Most would argue against that opinion. Turning his head back to the front, Jasper glanced back down at his sheet for his schedule almost as if that would give him some solace. He'd taken note of her words and had judged that probably she knew of the... turn of events. Hell, the bitch had probably masterminded the whole thing. It would not be the most surprising thing he'd experienced after all. Still, if she thought he was going to be her slave, the world certainly had tilted on its axis. In the back of his mind he knew he had no choice but he certainly wouldn't make it easy for her.

Then again, Jasper didn't even know if that was the reason she was here. It seemed peculiar that the principal would allow her to just walk in without him unless there was a valid reason and no doubt she would reveal that soon enough... nothing was ever too low for Lynnidy Rush if he could remember right. Yes, she was hot and all the boys in the school probably drooled simply at the sight of her, Jasper would not be sucked into that. Ever. Too many words had been said between the two of them and right now, he had distinctly more important things on his mind, such as hot to get out of this mess. Worst comes to worst, he would have to find a push over of a master/mistress and things wouldn't be much different. Pushing his hair out of his eyes, Jasper's blue eyes turned back onto Rush for a moment and he considered her with a bored air before reaching into his pocket and pulling out his cell phone. It was the most obvious show of what he thought of her being her and if it put off any wild ideas she was harbouring for him claiming, it was worth it in the end.

[lynnidy ann rush]

Lynnidy was interested as soon as she heard Jasper was back. Hearing he was now slave status and up for grabs only interested her even more. She knew the moment the words hit her ears that she wanted him as her own. It was too perfect not to grab the opportunity. They were too much alike to be friends, but now she would have the pleasure of bossing him around and making her do as she pleased. She was known to be one of the loved yet hated masters of the school. She could be harsh yet she gave out wonderful rewards. Or so they said. She never let on to what she did with her slaves behind closed doors. But Jasper, if she had her way and reached him first, he would find out.

She quickly made her way to the main office, her high heels clicking softly on the schools floors. She was dressed in a high wasted skirt and a white top. Needless to say, she looked amazing as always. A couple guys came up to her as she walked by but she dismissed them with a wave of her hand quickly. She had places to be, people to enslave. She entered the main office and said hello the the secretaries. She sweet talked her way into being allowed back to the principals office even though he was with Jasper. It was all too easy. Being a master had it's perks. You were basically allowed to do as she pleased. She knocked on the door of the principals and waited with a smile on her face.

He knew what she wanted. She barely had to say anything. He loved her too, being a friend of her fathers it was more than a piece of cake to get mistress status before she even became a freshman. So of course, he had no problem leaving her in his office with the newly made slave. She patted her on the back and walked down the hall, leaving her to enter the office with a wicked smirk on her face. Closing the door she found her new toy sitting in a chair looking sickly. She leaned over and spoke to him before crossing in front of him and lifting herself to sit on top of Mr. Collins's desk like she owned the place. At his words about keeping the fangs, she actually purred with a roll of her tongue and a quick wink. She was the cat in this situation and little Jasper was her mouse, her toy.

When Jasper glanced down at his schedule again, she pulled it out of his hands swiftly and turned it around so she could look over it. "Perfect. You have time to go and get me lunch here." Lynnidy spoke of his back to back free periods. She looked back up at him as she handed his paper back, "I don't like the cafeteria's food." Her smirk was still present. If he didn't know that she was claiming him the moment she walked into the door, he would now. She slid off the desk so she was standing and pushed on his phone, causing it to flip closed in his hands. "This will be fun," Her voice was back at her normal purr as she once again walked behind him and leaned in close to his ear again. She kissed his cheek quickly, "I promise."

[jasper mikel saxton]

The schedule was pulled from his hands quicker then he could even notice before he lifted his bright blue eyes to look at Lynnidy considering his schedule. They narrowed because all these subtle hints were growing closer to the very real possibility that she was claiming him. Fantastic. Or not so much. It would be hard to forget how she had always been with her slaves. Admittedly, the girl had always gotten the best of the best, something Jasper had continually fought her on all fronts, but her treatment of them was almost legendary. He licked his lips and frowned when she still looked at his schedule. She was what one would call a bitch. Jasper had seen her be rough with her slaves on more then one occasion and there had been whisperings on how she was behind closed doors. He wasn't sure he was fully prepared to be a slave anyway, never mind a slave to one cruel and cunningly deceitful mistress. Did she expect him to lay down and do everything she wanted? Oh, did she have this all wrong.

Jasper raised an eyebrow at her mention of him getting lunch. So, his bad luck continued. She was claiming him. He didn't think so. A dark smirk blossomed onto his face after she spoke, his mouth curving as if he wanted to laugh. No way could she expect Jasper Saxton, king of the obnoxious, to simply go 'yeah sure' and hop skip and jump to go and get her the best meal he could. Jasper took the sheet back and folded it between his fingers. ""I don't like the cafeteria's food." He simply shook his head and tapped his leg, mildly wondering where the principal was so he could tell him exactly how this was not going to happen, ergo get up and follow Lynnidy like a lost freshmen puppy. Uh uh. Not happening. Getting out his phone to show his disregard for what she was saying, Jasper blinked slowly when it was pushed closed almost straight away before Lynnidy walked back around his chair. He almost felt like he was being spied on, sort of like a bird of prey did with its victims.

The hairs on the back of his neck stood up slightly as the breathing returned in his ear and the hushed words echoed in his skull before strong lips touched his cheek. Fun? Promise? "I don't think you know the meaning of those words, Rush." Jasper said slowly, his eyes facing forward at the empty chair of the principal. He'd be wrong to say he didn't feel uneasy. Lynnidy had some type of way about her which probably made her such a popular mistress. He was fully aware of the amount of people that would do anything to be picked by her, but he was certainly not one of them. In fact, Jasper didn't want to be picked by anyone at all. "I also think you've got this situation all wrong." Standing, more to feel more at ease as it certainly wasn't for height advantage because Jasper wasn't exactly all himself. No, he just wanted to make it clear where they stood in all of this. "You shouldn't get your hopes up so much because as much as you want me as your slave... that's not how it's going to work this time around, love." His smirk slammed itself back onto his face cheekily and he crossed his arms before turning back around and taking another seat in wait for the principal.

[lynnidy ann rush]

Lynn looked over the schedule she had taken from Jasper's hands. He had two free periods right in a row which she did not hesitate to comment on how he could go and get her lunch during them. She also noticed they had english and math together before she slid the paper back in his hands. Yes, he would be doing most of her work for those classes. He just did not know it yet. She was sure he had gotten the hint that she was claiming him though. This pleased her to no end. She knew she had not picked a slave yet for a reason. She probably would not even get another one now that she had Jasper. She would be having too much fun toying with him to toy with any others.

And oh how wonderful it would look for her to have him as a slave. Yes, she was known for having the best. Slaves and masters/mistresses would be jealous enough that she had him. She knew there were some mistresses out there, such as herself, who were probably dying to get their hands on him. Who wouldn't though. He was very attractive which she had admitted before. It was simply all too perfect that he was a slave now. How or why he had been bumped down to slave status, she was not sure of. But it was an advantage to her. Senior year was going to be just lovely. She was sure.

Lynnidy walked behind him and kissed his cheek, promising that it would be fun. She could tell he did not like the situation. Who would? His words made her smirk darkly once more. "Oh trust me, I know full well." She told him before adding. "However, my meaning of it and yours are probably a little different from one another. But I'm sure that will change with time." She watched him stand and turn to face her, telling her she had the situation all wrong. She raised an eyebrow at him as he smirked and told her not to get her hopes up because he was not going to be her slave. His smirk on his face only amused her. He was in denial. Well, he would learn soon enough.

The brunette made her way to the other side of the principals desk and started looking at the papers that lay across it. She was looking for his file which would hold the paper she would sign, officially claiming his as her own. She figured it would be here and not in the office with the others because he had just gotten back and Mr. Collins was probably waiting for a little bit to open him up. Of course, just as he had said to her in the hallway outside of his office, he couldn't keep her from him now. Her smirk returned as she found the file easily and looked up to Jasper. "I believe that's exactly how it is going to work out, actually." She held up his file for him to see and under his name, the word 'slave' was printed over top of where the word 'master' had been whited out.

Lynn set the file back on the desk and flipped it open where she found his claiming sheet right on top. There was only one spot that did not have any writing on it and it was the place for her to sign. She glance up at him once more, winking at him in triumph, before signing her name clearly on the line. She went to place the paper back in the file, but then something caught her eye. The reason why he had been bumped down to a slave. Without even looking at him she spoke again, "Well well well," Lynn said with interest as she began reading aloud, "One, Mr. Jasper Saxton, has been moved down from Master to Slave for the reason of... Parental Request."

She raised an eyebrow at Jasper, her dark smirk more present than ever. It was no secret about the slave and master situation in school. And while parents could tell the school to make their children slaves, the only way they could move them up to masters or mistresses was by paying a large sum of money. So either you had to be rich or you had to stand out right away. "Tsk Tsk. Someone made daddy mad on their year away, didn't they?"

[jasper mikel saxton]

Slouching in his seat once again once he'd told Lynnidy exactly where he stood in relation to how things were going to work out. Jasper just very simply was not over keen on being someone's pet, for no doubt that would be how it was seen. And why the hell had he been bumped down in the firstplace anyway? He was known for being a master, and a bluedy good one at that so there had to be some hidden meaning behind his demotion, as he saw it as something that was beyond any reason. Resting his head on his hand, Jasper sighed a little and tapped his foot in impatience whilst waiting for the principal to return. Lynnidy was still in the room, he could after all, feel her eyes on him like a hawk. She had that way about her.

Jasper watched with a bored air about him as Lynnidy walked around the principal's desk and started shuffling the papers and various files that were on top. For a while, he took very little notice, taking a guess that she was also bored and waiting for Collins to come back. His interest, however, peaked when his old aquantaince looked up at him, her eyes positively shining with hidden mirth. He blinked when she spoke and his smirk was now long gone from his face, the file that was held up showing exactly what had become of his status. Obviously it was not a joke much longer and the reality of it became very clear.

He sat forward on his seat a little when Lynnidy put the file back down. For any student to see their file it was always something that would be cherished. All the comments and warnings that teachers had ever provided, although considering he'd been a master, Jasper had never been given any. The wink that Lynnidy sent him when he opened it worried him and Jasper stood up again slowly, his eyes not leaving the file on the desk. He only saw what she was signing once her scribble was on the sheet and the familiar claim sheet he'd seen years ago. Stepping forward once with his mouth open slightly, Jasper could have screamed. So much for having a say in anything any more! He knew it was official now and not much could be done... this was just getting worse and worse. "What the hell!" He said outloud but without much force. It was just more a sign of disbelief.

Jasper's eyes moved to her mouth when she started speaking, his mind still mixed up in the ridiculousness what was happening. Parental Request??? Oh he was going to tell his dad a few things or two. Since when had the man ever grown a backbone in his entire life. Muttering a few curse words, Jasper scowled quite apparently at the piece of paper as well at his new 'mistress'. Just the thought of it made him feel even worse. Never in a million years would anyone, never mind himself, think they would say that Lynnidy Rush now owned Jasper Saxton. His face fell into a more sad then angry look at the thought of his Dad going to such lengths to check his enjoyment of senior year. He hadn't been that bad when they'd been away, other then the obvious complaining about not being here. If only he'd known at the time though. "Shut up Rush." His eyes glanced up to hers briefly as he said it. His tone was laced with a hint of desperation. This was possibly the worst return he could have made.

Moving around the table to be beside her, Jasper even budged her slightly out of the way for him to read his file to see if she was making it up, because he wouldn't put it past her. Lifting the claim sheet up but still clutching it in his hand never the less, Jasper's eyes read and re-read the words "Parental? Request." It didn't get easier reading it. "Why would he do that?" He muttered to himself, pulling out his phone again but thinking better of it with a glance at Lynnidy. She'd probably throw it out the window or something now. Bringing the claim sheet back on top, Jasper had such a childish urge to just scrunch it up in his hands but he knew it didn't work like that... even though the denial in him still wanted to come out. "I don't get what you're even gonna get out of this after your five minutes of fun." He said genuinely, but his voice still quite dark and void of any humour. In fact, for one of the first times it was actually honest because he would not be making it easy for Lynnidy and he had a feeling she knew that all too well also.

[lynnidy ann rush]

Lynnidy found his file on the principal's desk with ease. Her eyes shone with excitement as she looked up to Jasper, holding it up for him to see as well. This was all too good. She was loving every minute of it. Of course, she knew if it were the other way around, she'd be pissed. But it wasn't. So it didn't matter. She was in charge, just how she liked it. Opening the file, she found his claim sheet on top. She pulled a pen out of a cup on the principal's desk and signed her name where it was necessary to do so on the sheet before returning the pen. She looked up at him and smiled wickedly as he exclaimed out in disbelief. Oh yes, this was all too good. Oh the possibilities she had with Jasper being her slave. Of course, she knew he wouldn't make it easy for him, but she would win in the end. He would see.

Before she closed the file, something caught her eye. It was the reason he had been demoted down. She raised an eyebrow at Jasper and read it out loud before looking up at him to see his reaction. His look was priceless. Of course it was. Jasper was a spoiled little child who would never think that his parents would do something like this to them. She knew the type. She was the same actually. But her mother knew better than to ever mess with her social life. She knew what Lynn could do to her as well. Her mother was well known in the community and well looked up to. But if they knew that her mother was having an affair, it would all go downhill for her. So her mother knew not to defy Lynn or it would be bad all around.

Lynnidy ignored his comment telling her to shut up. Her deep brown eyes followed him as he walked behind the desk to stand beside her and look at his file. He bumped her slightly, but she did not move over for him. When he returned the claim sheet to the front, Lynn closed the file folder shut. She could not help but still smirk at him as he spoke to her, telling her that he was not sure what she was going to get out of this. She took a step closer to him, if that was possible because they were already side by side, so she purr into his ear once more. "Oh Jasper. I am going to get the satisfaction of ripping you apart and breaking you down." With that she walked around to the front of the desk toward the door.

Looking back at him she stopped at the door, hand on the door knob. "Let's go, Jas. Our day starts now." She opened the door and took a step out of it before speaking to him again, her voice was a little harsher now, "Don't make me say it twice." It was a warning. She could be extremely harsh. She was sure he had witnessed it before. What he hadn't witnessed was how she was all around. Oh, she was definitely going to enjoy this. She made her way out of the office and into the halls. It was lunch time, so everyone was out talking and making their way to the cafeteria. Her eyes glanced behind her as she waited for her toy.

[jasper mikel saxton]

Jasper was beginning to wonder if the only expression Lynnidy could do was to smirk at him. Admittedly if the roles were reversed, Jasper probably wouldn't be much different. Like he had thought before... the two of them were simply too similar. He turned his head away slightly when she moved on up into his personal space again, trying his best to not react to Lynnidy Rush pushing her body against his own. Oh, the jealousy that would arise if anyone should know. Like he would let anyone know anything that was said between them. As much as he knew she would want to exploit this new found slave/mistress relationship to its max, he would play no part and would do his best to look like he was just wandering around on his own. He blinked at her words and his heart felt like it thumped that little bit harder. Well, there he had it. The aknowledgment and reasoning behind her little stunt of claiming him. It didn't surprise him in the slightest. Still didn't make it any easier, did it? He eyes her out of the corner of his bright blue eyes as she pulled back from him and walked around the desk. Jasper stayed put, unsure of what would happen next. Both literally and with this whole situation. Lynnidy would have some sort of plan... she always seemed to have one after all.

For a brief, short lived moment Jasper thought she would leave him for good as she moved to the door but her turning back to him and basically ordering him to beckon to her heel kind of disputed that. He stayed put and wondered only mildly what she would do if he simply said no and sat down. Entertaining the thought for a moment, the strict order floated to him and Jasper blinked once. What could he do? He was no stranger to how Masters like himself treated disobedient slaves and he wouldn't actually gain anything from staying in the office when he'd blatantly told to leave by his new mistress. Eurgh. Dilemna. Moving around the desk as slowly as possible, he saw Lynnidy walk off a bit as he bent down to grab his bag and flung it over his head. It was a one shoulder bag that nudged the top of his legs as he walked, his hands shoving into the pockets of his designer jeans. Money was not an issue to him... his father was rich for some stupid reason. It had been the reason he'd become a master in the first place, the reason he should still be. Picking up his speed, Jasper made sure not to walk where he was supposed to behind Lynnidy but more to the side and in no particular step. In fact he didn't even entertain her with a glance.

Stepping out into the halls that were beginning to get crowded with people, Jasper didn't fail to notice a couple of eyes move to look at him. Good. And bad he supposed. He could guess that Lynnidy knew that it would happen and intended to make it as difficult as possible. Bitch. One junior girl walked past him, giving him a quick glance up and down to which Jasper smirked at and continued to follow the girl with his eyes even when she was way past him. Jasper was still a man after all and that had been one very pretty lady. Coming up to a flight of steps, Jasper saw his opportunity. A group of people were coming up the steps and he slowed a little, letting him and Lynnidy seperate. Standing at the top and leaning over the banister slightly, Jasper tilted his head and smiled just the little bit. "Oh. Will you look at that." He quite obviously feigned his disappointment. "I'll find another way down. Don't worry." Pushing himself up before he had any time to hear a response, Jasper walked back in the direction he had come. He wanted to explore a bit and get reaquainted.

His smirk dropped a lot when a hand was suddenly pushed against his chest and he looked sideways, expecting to see Lynnidy with some fiery look in her eyes. He didn't, however, expect to see a different woman, presumably a senior with a glint in her eye. With a shover, Jasper was pushed back against the wall and suddenly her body was plastered to his front, her fingers of one hand in his blonde hair gripping tightly, but not overly so. "Hello Jasper" Her other hand lifted and she pressed one finger to his lips to silence him from speaking. "Rumour has it that you've been changed to a slave." Even though her face was close to his, her green eyes wandered his face with a devilish glint. "Guess it's my lucky day." Jasper recognised her now as one of the mistress' from one of his old classes. Apparently news hadn't yet spread that he'd already been claimed. Not that there was much he could about it, considering how she was pushing her body against his own and wedging it against the wall, whilst her hand gripped his hair. Collins obviously hadn't been lying about what had been happening after the breaking of the news about him.

[lynnidy ann rush]

Lynnidy purred in his ear, telling him how much she would enjoy ripping him apart. She really would. They had never been friends before he had left for where ever he went. They had been sarcastic to one another and fought over slaves a couple of times, but that was about it. They were too much alike to be the best of friends. They were too much alike for this whole ordeal to be easy as well. She didn't mind though. She liked the challenge. Just like she had said before, this was going to be fun. Well, for her at least. She was sure she would have him wrapped around her pinky sooner or later.

She walked around the desk and opened the door, pausing only to tell him to follow her and not make her wait. She did not look back as she walked on, trusting he would follow. She soon felt his presence next to her, and her smirk fell back onto her lips. As long as he was doing as he was told, that was all that mattered. She was heading toward the lunchroom. She was going to make him buy her lunch. Of course, she had money and could afford it herself, but she didn't need to. That's what slaves were for. She reached the stairs and began heading down them until she heard Jasper's voice call down to her. Her head snapped upward as he disappeared.

Lynnidy let out a growl and turned back around. The students in her way saw the fiery look in her eyes and parted to let her by, not wanting to get caught in her path. Everyone knew better than to mess with Lynn when she was angry. The brunette made her way back up the stairs and looked around, wondering where he had gone. She saw the back of his backpack disappear around a corner and she quickly followed. What she saw only made her anger rise that much more. Amanda, one of the other mistresses in her grade, had herself pushed up against Jasper, claiming it to be her lucky day.

Lynn quickly walked over, grabbed the back of Amanda's hair and pulled her backward and down in one swift movement, causing Amanda to fall onto her back on the floor. Lynn gave Jasper a warning glance, meaning for him to stay put before she focused her attention back to Amanda. She stood over her and leaned down, grabbing the front of the girl's shirt and lifting her up slightly. "Get that close to my slave ever again and I promise you," Lynn's voice was almost a low growl. It was threatening and not in the least bit happy, "I promise you you will find yourself in the same position as him." She paused before she let an evil smile form on her lips, "After I'm through with you that is." She let the girl drop the short distance to the floor before turning back to Jasper.

She walked up to him, her face hard and that fiery look still in her eyes. "When I say follow me, I mean it. Let yourself get separated from me again like that, and it won't be pretty." Then her demeanor changed completely from angry back to her triumphant smirk as she closed the gap between them. "Listening to me will make things much easier for you Jasper," She purred his voice before bringing her lips close to his. Her lips came in contact with his only lightly and briefly, an action meant to tease. "Plus it has it's advantages." She whispered onto his lips before backing away from him only slightly.

[jasper mikel saxton]

The grip in Jasper's hair was actually quite tight and the fact that Amanda has pushed him against the wall, his hands had become trapped in between his own body and the brick making it impossible for him to push back with the added weight of her whole body plastered to his front, her fingers silencing by covering his mouth. Really, Jasper should have been prepared but he'd never had to deal with anyone messing with him, or being in the least bit physical with him. Normally it was the complete opposite. Still, just maybe, in the back of his mind for that was where it would stay for now, Jasper actually liked it? He'd never even considered it and his own dominating type of character had been all he'd ever known. His father was a push over and his mother had no idea what planet she was on with all the happy baccy she enjoyed on a regular basis. No, this was a weird feeling. His eyes darted sideways whilst his breath was warm over the hand covering his mouth, spotting a very, very pissed off Lynnidy coming in his direction. She was not a happy bunny. "I want you all for myself..." Amanda continued, whispering the words at him but her eyes only looking at his mouth.

Her body was suddenly pulled back as Jasper saw Lynnidy pull back on the mistress' hair, his own being yanked slightly as she was pulled away although her grip fell away. Jasper licked his lips subconsciously now that it was free to move and pulled his arms out from behind his back, fully prepared to walk off. However, the sharp look that Lynnidy sent his way made him freeze in his place against the wall, only his arms having moved from before. Jasper had been distracted as Lynn crossed over to the offending mistress and had pulled her closer off the ground to hiss at her. As Amanda was dropped to the ground and his actual mistress stood to full height, Jasper's eyes stayed on the fallen girl before they flicked up to meet Lynnidy's as he felt her gaze on himself. He'd be lying if he said that the look she gave didn't give him slight chills along the back of his neck, and not in a good way. It was probably why he had done as he was told for the first time and stayed put in his place. Jasper actually nodded before he realised what he'd done and stopped following her words about them separating again. He could tell that she knew exactly how convincing her words were, as well as the fact Jasper had just seen her take down another woman. Perhaps he was still thinking about the strange but actually pleasant emotion he'd felt at being helpless.

He then once again felt himself being wedged between the wall and a women, except this time it was his actual mistress. She seemed to like getting up close to him, but it was a bit more difficult for Jasper this time around as they were front to front, the entirety of her perfect body pushed against his own. He kept his eyes open and narrowed only slightly when she kissed him albeit very lightly and briefly. Everything in his male body was screaming at him to let her take it further... do what she said without hesitation. Instead, Jasper's fist clenched against the wall as he resisted, the stubbornness inside of him refusing to give up no matter how happy he was at just the thought. It had been a few weeks now... "As if I'd make it that easy for you." Jasper said with a similar smirk as her own, his voice quiet against her lips. His eyes glancing her up and down once, his head tilted a little. "...I've refused much better." He grinned hollowly, fully aware that it probably wouldn't be the most offensive thing she'd ever heard but still, that wasn't the point. The point was he was making it clear that just because of the prospect of better things awaiting, Jasper was still very much a master in everything but official status. Oh, and the strange feeling he'd had only recently. Pushing his back against the wall, Jasper stood straighter again, his smirk gone to be replaced by something of a straight face. He still felt very wrong about this whole situation and it wouldn't go until he could find out all the facts from his father later that night. "Now, Rush. Where would you like to go?" It was his version of appeasement, if for no-one else then for himself at making this feel like he was simply escorting a friend. Despite her being absolutely nothing of the sort.

[lynnidy ann rush]

Lynnidy was not happy that Jasper had let himself get separated from her. Her head snapped up at his voice and disappearance and she quickly pushed her way back up to the top of the stairs. She followed him, seeing his backpack disappear around a corner, only to see Amanda pushed up against him. Her anger flared more. No one touched her slaves. It was an unwritten rule. Didn't Amanda see what happened to her old slave when Lynn found her having sex with her now ex boyfriend. Oh, that's right. No one recognized her after Lynn was through. That and she transfered the next day with Lynn's warning that if she did not, she would get the same beating day after day. She did not take anyone's shit. It was quite obvious.

The brunette grabbed the back of the girl's hair and threw her onto the ground. She warned her to never touch Jasper again or she would not like the consequences. She then turned to Jasper who had listened to her non verbal words and had stayed put. She gave him a low warning, telling him to not pull that stunt again or things would get ugly for him. Then she teased him. She brought her lips close to his and let them touch only briefly and lightly. This was a game she played often and she knew the effect of it all. Her smirk stayed with his words. Of course he was not going to make it easy for her. "I don't expect you to." And she didn't. She was looking forward to the challenge. She was getting tired of all of her other slaves simply not putting up any kind of fight. This time around her slave was putting up a huge fight. And she loved it.

The sound of his next words hit her ears and her brown eyes narrowed slightly. Lynnidy could have easily slapped him for the remark. Slaves didn't talk like that to her. But she held back. Instead, she would simply put him in his place. "Well maybe you shouldn't have because you are stuck with me now. There won't be anyone else offering themselves to you." She would make sure of it. As soon as the other students knew he belonged to her, they would not do anything that might make Lynn come after them. "Trust me." The school knew better than to pick fights with her. She only ever backed down to one person anymore. And it was only because Leo know just what to say and how to say it.

She thought for a moment with his question. Where did she want to go. Well, she was still a bit pissed off and school was not exactly where she wanted to be. "We're leaving." She told him shortly. She wouldn't get in any trouble for leaving early. He might. No, it was his first day back plus as slave status. They probably expected him to leave early. Where were they going to go though? Her apartment. Her parents had bought it for her for her eighteenth birthday because she had three siblings and they wanted to give her privacy. She would be able to get something to eat, calm herself down and be at home. Not to mention she would be able to work on breaking Jasper down more in her territory. "Let's go."

Lynnidy began walking toward the main doors. She did not look back, trusting that he knew better this time and that he would follow her. She pulled her car keys from her purse and excited the school all together. The fall air was a bit chilly on her skin, but she ignored it all together. Her anger had her skin boiling so the air actually felt a bit good to her. She reached her cherry red mustang and stopped to wait for Jasper. The car was her baby. She prized it almost as much as her slaves. You did not mess with her car just like you did not mess with her slaves.

[jasper mikel saxton]

"There won't be anyone else offering themselves to you." Jasper could tell that was a promise she was going to stick to. There would have to be some reason for her trying so desperately hard for him to do as she said because he doubted anyone would want this much work from a new slave. Mostly the ones on the market were obedient from the word 'go' but he'd not lay down... especially not for such a bitch of a mistress like Lynnidy. He knew it probably wouldn't be pleasant and a lot of it would be spent nursing a bruised cheek but he couldn't care less. She knew what she was taking on the minute she heard the news, he bet. Still, Jasper still wanted to be in denial of the situation so mostly likely it would have been the same for whoever had picked him. He'd just been unlucky that it was someone probably just as stubborn as himself. jasper smirked, his head still tilted in habit. "I trust you... as far as I can throw you." which would not be far indeed. But, at least he was being honest with her. That made something of a change at least. Having pushed himself up off the wall finally, Jasper asked where she wanted to go next and for the first time, willingly put the ball in her court. There was after all a limited amount of places she could take him in this school

""We're leaving." As in leaving the school? Jasper frowned in confusion for a moment, unsure what she intended to do. He was probably already in it deep for leaving the principals office despite the strict order to stay still. Nevertheless, disobeying her direction of leaving right this minute with a 'let's go' would have way more serious consequences then a simple lecture from the teacher. Wait. Why was Jasper Saxton even considering consequences already. It was ridiculous. Licking his lips, Jasper debated it in his head for a moment, his blue, blue eyes following Lynnidy as she started heading toward the main doors. With one glance to the far end of the corridor and where Amanda was watching him with hawk eyes, Jasper sighed slowly, shook his head a little to let his blonde hair spike and headed off in the direction. After Lynnidy. Chewing his bottom lip, Jasper didn't make eye contact with the few students that spotted him, instead simply walking after his new mistress, his hand clutching the strap of his bag diagonally across his chest like it was a lifeline. After all, he had no idea in the slightest where they were going.

Jasper's eyes stayed on Lynnidy and only moved away when a bright red car was found to be their destination. He glanced up at her and back down at the machine. He'd be lying if he said it wasn't spectacular but that wasn't what was playing on his mind right now. "So, are you intending to kidnap me or you actually gonna say where we're going?" Jasper mentioned, his eyes glancing over the mustang. He had plenty of sense and had shown that by not touching what clearly she held in some divine light. Even if he didn't realise it himself, with the less obvious things Jasper was already conforming after only 10 minutes as her slave. His fingers itched to reach into his pocket and pull out a cigarette. The past half hour had drained him and although he didn't have that many in the day, Jasper still needed the nicotine right now to calm his body down a bit. If it was lunchtime, Jasper also needed to give himself his injection into his stomach to help control his blood sugar. It was a hereditary thing he'd had since a child and he was unsure that Lynnidy even knew about it considering she didn't have much time to read his file. Licking his lips, Jasper waited to see what Lynnidy was to do.

[lynnidy ann rush]

Lynn did not like his comment about refusing better. There wasn't anyone better to refuse. At least not for him anymore. She promised him that too. As long as he was going to be difficult for her, she was going to make life hell for him. She was very capable too. She could hold her own. She had taken self defense classes last year because her father was afraid that someone was going to try and rape her or something. Needless to say the classes came in handy when she need to yank someone off her slave.. or her boyfriend. She pushed her ex, Leo, out of her mind quickly and focused on the situation back at hand. Jasper was already proving to be more fun than Leo had ever been, and they hadn't even had sex.

The brunette's bad mood made her not want to be in the school any longer. She did not want to have to sit through classes or deal with anyone else trying to claim Jasper as their own. So, she decided that they were leaving. She told him that and instructed him to follow as she headed toward her car. She reached her baby and just as she expected, Jasper had done what he was told and had followed her. She smirked when she saw Jasper's eyes move from her to the car. It was a normal reaction. The car was her baby, but it was easily replaceable. Not like she would let anyone think they could run it and get away with it though. No way would that be tolerated.

"My apartment," She said, answering his question as she pressed a button on her key ring and the doors unlocked. "Get in." She instructed as she did so herself. She sat comfortably in her seat and buckled her seat belt. She waited until Jasper was in the car and started it, smiling with the sound of the engine purring to life. She took off, driving faster than she probably should have. She liked to drive fast though. She was rarely pulled over unless it was a new cop. The cops in town knew her car and her family well. As long as she was not putting others in danger, she was never pulled over. It was a perk to being rich. She got to her apartment downtown in no time, parking in the back of her building. She stepped out of the car and locked it after Jasper got out as well.

Lynn led him up the back stairs to her apartment and unlocked the door, pushing it open as she did so. "Come in and shut the door behind you." She told him as she slipped off her heels. Her apartment was much nicer than the usual ones in Creighton. Mainly because, once again, her family had money and remodeled it for her. She threw her purse on a chair and went straight for the kitchen. She pulled out a pot and filled it with water before setting it on the stove and turning it on. "Hope you like spaghetti." She said as she brought another pan out to heat the sauce. It had seemed as if her whole demeanor had changed. And no, she wasn't making Jasper cook either. Truth was, she loved cooking. It relaxed her.

When the water started to boil, Lynnidy dumped the long noodles into it. She then turned back to Jasper, "Keep an eye on that will you?" She winked as she headed to the bathroom, pulling off her shirt as she went. She planned on taking a hot bath while the noodles cooked. Then she would feel much better and less angry. She turned her head to look at him once more before winking again and disappearing into the bathroom.

[jasper mikel saxton]

'My apartment' Jasper rolled his eyes as soon as Lynnidy ducked down into car and pulled open the door reluctantly. How she even passed anything in the year was a mystery to him. Alright, he could work out she would attempt to get him to do her work for her like most slaves did but a) obviously Jasper would refuse and b) he didn't agree with the slaves actually doing the work. As a master, he'd never once got his slaves to do his work, largely because he was a perfectionist and as an A grade student, Jasper didn't want some mediocre piece or work with his name on it. As if he would allow that. The one time he had because he'd been too busy, Jasper had ended up spending all night correcting it and eventually just throwing it away. A waste of time basically. Climbing into the admittedly very nice car, he rested his head on his hand against the door. This whole thing was boring him already. Not to mention Lynnidy was a terrible driver. Perhaps he wouldn't have to worry about being a slave too much longer because he wouldn't live to see it. He resisted snorting out loud at that and sat absolutely silent all the way to her place. Something that otherwise he would have normally been excited to go to a woman's house. Not this time.

Following Lynnidy up the stairs, he didn't resist the time he had staring at her behind. A very nice behind it was indeed too. Hey, he was still a boy. Jasper being Jasper thought he would vocalise that sentiment. "You have a nice arse." He gave her a smug grin and adjusted his bag that was hanging over his shoulder. Ever the charmer. Resisting rolling his eyes this time as she spoke, Jasper did as she said never the less and shut the door. In fact, he even slipped off his shoes. He'd been born and raised by a very polite traditional British family so he still had manners no matter how much he hated the person in question. Jasper walked past her as she dumped her purse and took a seat on one of the free ones. Yes, her place was pretty nice but he wouldn't say that. Slouching a little, Jasper threw his bag under the chair and scratched the back of his neck with a yawn as Lynnidy did something in the kitchen. He didn't really care too much. He was hardly caring about what was for dinner when he really needed his diabetes jab before he felt even worse. "Hope you like spaghetti." Raising an eyebrow, Jasper licked his lips before speaking, his voice flat and void of much emotion at all. "Oh yeah. I love it." He didn't care either way... he was not a picky eater at all but something wasn't telling him she was gonna cook for him anyway. It would surprise him greatly if she did though.

"Keep an eye on that will you?" Yeah, right. As if. Jasper never cooked for himself in his life. He'd had slaves for most of it or something equivalent known as his father. Whatever. "Yeah, sure." Amusement laced his tone and he watched as she started pulling off her shirt. Just to annoy her, Jasper turned away like he didn't care. Yes, he did want to look but he wasn't going to give in like that after half an hour. Get real. When he disappeared into the bathroom, Jasper grabbed his bag and figured he at least had a short while before she came back out. Undoing his button up shirt as quickly as he could manage, he pulled his bag up onto the table at the same time. Opening it, Jasper pulled out the injection and pulled the cap off the needle with his teeth and looked down. With one hand pushed against his very toned stomach to flatten it a little, he brought the needle closer and pushed it in slowly. God, he hated this. No matter how much he did it, it still hurt like a bitch. Gritting his teeth a bit, Jasper breathed out and pulled the needle out, putting the cap back on and throwing it into his bag. Leaning against the table, he let the customary dizzy moment pass before pushing himself back up straight and breathing out.