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Post by samuel julian o’malley on Jan 27, 2010 8:37:40 GMT -5
 Sam was having a really boring afternoon it was the next day after he had met up with Daynah at her place and now he was back at the college. His Aerospace engineer classes were alright they were better than alright. Sam had other things on his mind right now, he wanted to meet his two new slaves. Erica who was in college and Russia better known as Goldie. Sam would see Russia latter but first he wanted too meet Erica, he wondered what kind of slave she was going to be though there was only one way to find out and that was to meet the girl. Sam finished reading her profile in the folder that was sent to his dorm. Grabbing out his phone Sam deiced to text the girl and he didn’t care if the girl was in a freaking class right now she would come or face punishment. Sam didn’t like to go and find slaves he didn’t have the time.
‘Erica I just bought you of the slave market get you’re arse over to the computer lab now. Don’t be late you don’t want to make me come and look for you because you will get punished. I don’t even want to here that you’re in a class at the moment just get you’re arse over here now.’ Sam sent the text he normally didn’t type that much for a first meeting but today he wasn’t in the mood for a disobedient slave so he thought that he would get his point across to the girl so she wouldn’t have any ideas on it. Sam sat back in his chair looking around there was no one in the computer lab which was good it meant that he could meet his new slave in peace. Sam just looked back at his computer screen and started his assignment on the Wright brothers plane. |
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Post by slave on Jan 27, 2010 9:58:45 GMT -5
 Her head was spacing out from the constant natter of two girls directly behind her the entire length of her psyche lecture. Tempted to berate them she held off, her tongue took the brunt of her frustration as she bit down to quell any words of remonstration she may have uttered otherwise. Leaving the lecture hall she walked to her dorm rubbing the migraine pounding loudly threw her temples. The door to her dorm was ajar, her room mate inside tossing clothes everywhere in a mad pursuit to go and meet her master. Erica smiled closing the door firmly behind her.
Lying on her bed she pulled her pillow on top of her face, drowning all sound out or at the very least muffling it. The distinct ring tone of her phone reached her, tossing the pillow at her bag she groaned but none the less reached over to retrieve it. Turning around on her stomach she flipped open her phone and read the message.
"Damn it" the words toppled from her mouth in haste, glancing at her attire she refrained from swearing once more
but stomped to the wardrobe and pulled it open. Did she have time, she didn't and knew it. Rueing the choice she had made that morning to wear the tiny skirt and short vest like top, she grabbed her bag and headed back out. Not a word was spoken to her room mate who was in the throes of a clothes crisis. Racing to the computer lab which was no mean fete in the heels she wore, Erica pushed open the door and slammed it behind her.
Breathless she slung her bag from her shoulder and placed it on the nearest table when she saw him sitting at a computer terminal. Her breath caught in her throat, he was gorgeous. Why could she not have been forewarned or given more time to make herself some bit more presentable.
"Samuel O'Malley? Hello I am Erica Dallas" sounding like some air hostess she clamped her mouth tightly closed as she locked her hands behind her back. A foot twisted inwards from pure nervous energy. She loathed the first meetings, such a test of character for any slave.
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Post by samuel julian o’malley on Jan 28, 2010 8:24:45 GMT -5
Sam had began to type up his assignment on the computer he knew that it wouldn’t take that long since all he had to do was to copy it from his draft on his notebook onto the computer and then print. Sam was waiting for Erica to turn up so they could get over their meet and greet. Sam wanted to know what Erica was going to be like he had already liked her from the pictures on her profile. The market had told him what they knew about Erica but Sam always knew that there was always something that they had missed out and thus he would have to find out for himself, even though he always liked to find out from the slaves point of view before he had them in his bed and was fucking their brains out.
Yawning Sam had finished typing up the fourth paragraph there was a total of eight hundred words in the assignment though he only had to write six hundred. Finding the words to type isn’t a problem for Sam he loved to type and play around on the computer. Suddenly however he herd the door open, he span his chair around to spot a figure of a girl in front of him, she was gorgeous just completely stunning. Sam watched as the girl walked in slightly breathless he guessed that she made a mad dash to get here no matter she was here on time which meant that she wouldn’t be getting punished. The girl introduced herself as Erica though he had gathered that she was Erica. “Hello Erica just I am Samuel but please call me Sam or master.” Sam explained to Erica. |
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Post by slave on Jan 29, 2010 5:37:13 GMT -5
I MYSELF AM MADE
ENTIRELY OF FLAWS
stitched together with good intentions Erica [/size] [/font]waited a moment, drinking in the sight of her new master, labouring on a computer terminal. Smiling at his introduction, politely walking over and offering him her hand. "It is great to meet you at last Sam" her smile was shy yet honest, her features brightened considerably. Turning her gaze to the computer screen, pulling out a nearby chair sat down beside him. How her tiny skirt rode up barely covering the slender thighs she was unaware of. Intent only on aiding her new master if any work needed attending too. "Did you wish for me to finish this for you?" her gentle feminine face turned to him, awaiting a response but managing to focus instead on the color of his hair, how his lashes flicked down over his eyes when he blinked. The flecks of his irises that were becoming and attractive to observe. She did not mind so much now the bizarre and wretched morning she had so far. Her green eyes lowered to his mouth, kissable and full. Imagining them on her own Erica coughed lightly, returning her viewing to the screen before her. "If you have assignments to type up I'd be happy to do them. I have 120 words a minute even with these nails" a smile as she held up delicately slender hands, slim long finers with well manicured long nails. Painted a pale pink as if to match her lipgloss. Not enough time had been given to her to find out any details about her new master but seeing him was all she needed. Erica was well aware of who he was. Samuel O'Malley heir of the O'Malley hotel empire. Who did not know of him? His track record with slaves was as legendary as his business acumen. If it had a pulse the female body of the college agreed, Sam O'Malley usually nailed it. Choosing to give him the benefit of the doubt though there was not much point, a master could do what he pleased when he pleased and sometimes to whom he pleased. The thought was not repulsive to her though, finding that she did not mind at all if she became one of those he nailed. Glad of the recent trip to her doctors to return to the 'pill' Erica ventured another gaze his way.[/color][/blockquote] Wearing: [/color][/size] Outfit [/color] Word Count:[/color][/size] 390[/color] Tagged:[/color][/size] new master Sam[/color] Listening to:[/color][/size] Svenson feat. John Robinson - Lover (I want you) [/color] Notes Worth Mentioning:[/color][/size] let the game's begin [/color] [/blockquote] |
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