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Post by daynah sophia rielly on Jan 13, 2010 9:39:47 GMT -5
WEARING TODAY: outfit
MUSIC TO MUSE BY:Down with the Sickness - Disturbed
The weather was fairly grim and she was getting over the worst of a bad head cold. Hating to be miserable and weak Daynah was not a good patient at all but with Justin around she had been pampered within an inch of her life. So much so that she had allowed Will pretty much free reign to go do what he pleased when he pleased and where so he pleased. The house was empty, her mother and her present boyfriend had taken off to the Caribbean for a long awaited break so the house was all hers. Her self and Justin had made plenty of use of most of the rooms until of course she caught a stupid flu from being out in the rain with him. Romantic as it might have been, the after effects were anything but though he seemed as healthy as an ox.
Five days she had gone without any sex and her body was restless, yet now that she was feeling much better there was no Justin. He had gone away for two days on some college trip. She couldn't deny him anything really and didn't want him stuck at home with her after how dutiful he had been. The house was empty save for Will shut away in his own room. She could hear his style of music from the kitchen. Her long nails drummed on the counter trying to remember the last time she had spent any quality mistress/slave time with him. The answer didn't come to her so she knew she must have been neglecting her duties there.
Taking the back stairs up to the part of the house designated for the slaves rooms and bringing a nice bottle of Jack Daniels with her, Daynah knocked on his door. This was a first of course but now that Justin wasn't around to witness her being nice she simply opened the door and entered. A smile on her face as she closed the door behind her, her sapphire blue silk kimono sliding just subtly apart at the leg to reveal a well toned thigh.
"Hello Will, miss me?"
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Post by will michaels on Jan 13, 2010 10:06:46 GMT -5
Will was exeedingly greatful he hadn't been called away on anymore interesting shopping trips recently. In fact Daynah had almost left him be completely. So much so he was actually happy she was his mistress, seeing as very little was actually asked of him. In his room he had his ipod dock on fairly loud, heavy music played out as he leaned against the headboard on his bed, painted eyes closed, as he mouthed along to the words. A brilliant pass time, there was no beating it. Unless of course he could get his hands on a fix. He hadn't been caught out about the drugs he took, and he would keep it that way, the needles were well hidden, but he really did want some soon, it had been a while.
He didn't even hear the sound of footsteps in the corridore outside his room, nor the small knock on the door. But as the door opened, he jumped, slipping off the bed to turn the ipod down, as A7x came through the speakers. He turned around to see Daynah standing by the door, which clicked shut behind her. She was wearing, well, not too much, judging by the way the kimono hung off her. His eyebrows raise slightly, as his eyes moved down her slowly, noting the slightly exposed thigh. He caught himself, looking back up to meet her eyes.
"Hello Will, miss me?" He just looked at her a moment before managing to clear his head, and bring himself back to Earth. He scanned his mind for an acceptable answer for that. If he said No, she'd probably get rather pissed off. If he said yes, god knows what she would do, probably have some mocking idea up her silken slieve. A safe answer; He shrugged a little, retaining the slight hint of defiance he had shown her since the start. He ran his fingers through his hair and sat on the bed, looking up at her, wondering what on Earth she wanted him to go do, considering how cold it was and miserable outside, and the fact he still hadn't told her he could drive, something that would involve him leaving the warmth of the indoors to go get something trivial. He hoped not, he was not in the mood to be traipsing around town that day. |
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Post by daynah sophia rielly on Jan 13, 2010 11:54:26 GMT -5
WEARING TODAY: outfit
MUSIC TO MUSE BY:Down with the Sickness - Disturbed
Daynah watched as he nearly leapt from his bed to turn down the music. She grinned walking over and shaking her head.
“I like this actually Will, blare away it’s only the two of us anyhow” another smile as she scrolled through the list and finding one she liked loaded up Beast and the Harlot. Surely he would find her choice amusing to say the least. Turning to look at him she held up the bottle of whiskey and shook it, then delved into the pocket of her kimono removing a spliff.
“I come bearing gifts” she smiled, moving over to his bed, “Scooch over”.
She waited for him to sit back on the bed and sat down alongside him passing him the joint and reaching for a lighter handed that to him as well. Daynah opened the cap on the bottle and took a well needed shot. The amber liquid oozed down her throat burning its passage. She wiped the top when done laughing as she did so.
“Don’t know why I did that, we’ve shared germs before” looking about his room she thought is was pretty much him. He had put his own stamp to it. Gathering her legs up behind her she looked at him curiously as she passed the bottle back his way.
“So what have you been up to Will? What’s new in your life?”
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Post by will michaels on Jan 13, 2010 13:27:08 GMT -5
Will pursed him lips and shrugged as she told him to leave the music on, before selecting a song herself. If she wanted it on, it could stay on, hey, he liked the song anyway. Then he grinned as she held up a bottle of whisky. Then out of her pocket came something even better, A spliff. He was stunned to say the least, and shifted out of the way on the bed so she could sit down. He accepted the smoke, and the lighter, placing it between his lips and lighting it up, breathing deeply.
God knows why Daynah was being so nice. She had told him specifically that he was not to smoke around her the first day they met. Now she was coming into his room to share a drink and a smoke with him? He was suspisious, but the drugs were already doing their job a little.
She handed him the bottle, and he took it, taking a shot. He chuckled softly, he had been wondering why she had bothered to wipe the bottle, She wasn't exactly a germaphobe. He passed the bottle back to her, loving the warmth of the whisky as it slid down his throat, the buzz it provided. He had no clue why she was being nice, but oh well... He looked at her as she asked him a question. He shrugged, he really hadn't done much, He spent most of his time in his room, listening to music, or writing his songs. "Nothing really, What about you?" hell, if she was gonna be casual, he could be casual.
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Post by daynah sophia rielly on Jan 13, 2010 18:31:47 GMT -5
WEARING TODAY: outfit
MUSIC TO MUSE BY:Down with the Sickness - Disturbed
Daynah made herself comfortable on the bed, relaxing easily enough as she drank and smoked alongside Will. She never smoked cigarettes, hated the things but a joint was a different matter altogether. That helped relax her, take her minds off of things. Her shoulder leaned against his as if they were long time friends who usually partook of a toke and some booze any old night of the week.
Taking the joint once again from him she inhaled deeply, savoring the delecate blend before passing it back and exhaling. It was mighty strong stuff indeed. Another few swigs of the bottle and Daynah had completely loosened up, enough to tell him how immensely boring she found their science teacher considering her slave boy was in most of her classes at Creighton high school. She laughed about how the French teacher was always trying to feel her up and how the English teacher was a prat of the highest order. Once they had waffled their way through the highs and lows of their school she realized they had used up all the joint. Looking forlorn she giggled through it, passing him back the near empty bottle and raising a hand up.
"I'll be right back. Save my seat" she grinned, then waved a finger at the docking station, "more tunes maestro".
With that she left the room and headed back to her own. She removed the stockings she had been wearing and tossed them across her bed as she went to her bed side locker and removed a small rectangular tin. In no time at all she was back in his room and closing the door after her. Shaking the tin she bounded onto the bed as if they really were old friends and not mistress and slave.
"Here" passing it to him, the tin revealed all the essential components necessary for at least another ten joints. She gave him a huge smile then.
"Not so bad now am I?" she winked nudging her playfully.
"Was I awful to you on our first meeting Will?" her voice sounded petulant as if she was a naughty child about to be
scolded.
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Post by will michaels on Jan 14, 2010 3:10:06 GMT -5
Will found himself relaxing more and more with each passing of the bottle or of the joint. Partly as both took effect, but partly because she seemed so relaxed. He found he was stopping wondering what she wanted of him this time, and just started enjoing the pounding of the music, the burn of the whisky, and the taste of the smoke. It was the perfect recipy for a good day.
As they sat there, leaning against eachother in a way that suggested great friendship though there was none, they discussed the school, the incompetance of the teachers, the rediculus content of the lessons, and just everything in which the school failed in. There was a fair bit to be honest, Will hated school like most people, but not because he hated to learn, on the contrary, he was highly intelligent, and literate, but he hated the environment, the over forceing of authority. It did not bode well with him.
Eventually the joint was running out, then it was gone, but at least there was a little golden liquid in the bottle, but that wouldn't last long. He pursed his lips, slintng them in slight annoyance, but what could he do. These things always ran out just when you were getting right into them.
He watched her walk out of the room, and got up to put on another song, the selection moving from Ax7 to The Used. All good. He sat back on the bed as she came back into the room with a box, containing plenty more of the good stuff. He grinned. "No, Not now." he laughed softly. He shrugged at her question. "You were different, lets put it that way." he said withought looking at her.
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Post by daynah sophia rielly on Jan 14, 2010 5:01:56 GMT -5
WEARING TODAY: outfit
MUSIC TO MUSE BY:Hard to Say - The Used
When she walked back into the room the music had changed somewhat she thought she recognized the particular tune playing but couldn't quite put her finger on it. They sat side by side again in obvious comaraderie. She began to roll a joint herself and indicated for him to do the same, though sharing one was always fun a whole mind blowing joint for oneself was infinitely sweeter. She chuckled at his estimation on their first meeting, different. That was one way of putting it but that was seriously who she had been, of course she also knew that since Justin as hard as she tried to stay on the straight and narrow it never worked at some point she would fall off the wagon.
"So what you actually told me that day was true yeah, about being a virgin?" lighting up her spliff she turned animatedly to him waiting for his answer but already knowing it.
A few more puffs on her spliff and she was so deliciously stoned she began to feel sorry for him and his 'condition' as she saw it but being stoned meant her mind never stayed too long on any one thing.
"Oh, I got a tattoo" she lifted the end of her kimono not only revealing the silk black panties beneath that molded to her beautiful ass perfectly but she revealed also her latest gift to herself. The tattoo had hurt like hell to get done but she had also loved it. Grinning madly she lowered the hem of the kimono again and turned to face him.
"What do you think? and it has to be more than two words long this time" she laughed realizing that she did know this band. All that I've got began to blast out around the room and she slid off the bed taking him by the hand.
"I want to dance" she grinned beginning to sway to the music one hand gently placed on his waist. It still seemed as if it were just two stoned and drunk teenagers having a good time nothing more. As the music continued to play switching in to Hard to Say their bodies just seemed to move closer together without any pre-emptive though on either of their parts.
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Post by will michaels on Jan 15, 2010 13:51:09 GMT -5
Will began rolling a joint as she indicated for him to do so, rolling it easily, and picking back up the lighter. He flicked it open, the flame jumping to life, and he held it over to light hers up before lighting up his own, breathing the sweet smoke in deep. He exhaled the smoke slowly, watching the way the smoke danced and swirled infront of him. "So what you actually told me that day was true yeah, about being a virgin?" He pursed his lips, taking a puff of his splif and breathing it out slowly before sighing. "Yeah," he sighed. Why did she bring it up, it wasn't exactly something he wanted to bring up, she'd seemed pretty annoyed at his lack of experiance in the changing room. It wasn't long before he was so utterly relaxed, nothing seemed too annoying any more, everything was good.
Will raised his eyebrows as she pulled up the silk to reviel her tattoo, which he only noticed momentarily, as his eyes caught the lacy, smooth ass. The same one he had found it so difficult to move his eyes from when they were in the changing room. He laughed softly at her demand that his answer was more than two words. "It looks great, Suits you." he nodded, it really did look good.
As she got up off the bed he did the same. He swayed with the music along with her, dancing to the music in the background. The music was pulsing through them in an almost hypnotic fashon. Then the song switched, the tempo slowing and they moved closer together, his hands sliding down to the small of her back, where it was just turning out into the curve of her ass. He swayed softly with her, a small smile on his lips. |
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Post by daynah sophia rielly on Jan 16, 2010 15:45:47 GMT -5
She would never have thought it possible that at some point she would be in Will's bedroom slow dancing with him. Granted both parties were stoned and drunk but not stupidly so as if both had done this once too often and now were merely chilled to the bone. Completely at ease, perhaps too at ease. Feeling his hand trail slowly down her back, her own hands began to glide upwards across his chest to his shoulders. This was nice, very nice. Why she hadn't thought to get blinkered with Will before was beyond her, just because they were opposite sides of the fence in lots of way didn't mean there was no common ground at all. Lifting her head slightly her breath now on his face, as his was on hers she could not help but moist her lips as her eyes remained steadfast on his mouth.
As if it were the most natural move in the world her hands slid down to the hem of his top and lifted it upwards. She expected some restrained from him, some inane method for holding her off but none came, instead he raised his arms and she lifted it off with ease. Her eyes met his and she smiled, the smile becoming a grin. And as if all timing was just damn perfect in all other parallel universes but this one the music stopped as if waiting another selection.
Daynah quirked her eyebrows before a bubble of laughter escaped her. She let him change the music though somehow now holding one of his hands. With the set changed again she walked them back to his bed. Her hand released his and she made herself comfortable sitting with legs crossed, her feet under each thigh she picked up one of the joints that had politely gone out of it's own accord in the ash tray she relit it and inhaled deeply. Patting the bed in front of her she waited for him to all the time looking at him keenly.
"Ever play truth or dare Will?" it was something herself and a few of her mates usually played when stoned as it always led to some amazing truths that would not normally have been mentioned and led to some extremely erotic dares that no one would dare mention again until the next time they played. She didn't know now why she wanted to play it with Will all she knew was she did.
"I'll start" she grinned again her gaze looking directly at his mouth before moving to his painted eyes, "dare."
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Post by will michaels on Jan 17, 2010 8:13:39 GMT -5
Will's eyes trailed down to where her lips were, so close to him that he could feel her breath falling over his skin. Her hands were moving up over his chest, to his shoulders, then back down again to where his T-shirt ended. He could fee her fingers taking hold of the hem and lifting. The thought of resisting didn't even go through his mind here, and he lifted his arms, allowing the shirt to be removed with ease.
They looked at each other as the shirt came off fully, and his smile matched hers. Then the song ended. Typical. He laughed with her and moved to change the song, suprised that she had his hand, but he didn't care. Her skin was rather soft, and smooth. he scanned through the artists, wondering what to put on, My Chemical Romance was the closest. He put on the playlist and returned to the bed, sitting infront of her.
He smirked as she asked if he ever played Truth or Dare. "Who hasn't?" He laughed. He had played truth or dare several times, and it always had some interesting results, many of which people never wanted to bring up again. "Dare." He smirked. "hmmm." He tried to think of what would be a good first Dare. "I dare you to..." He saw the near empty bottle of Jack Daniels on the side and grinned. "... Down the rest of the whisky in one." He grinned.
"My turn, Dare."
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Post by daynah sophia rielly on Jan 17, 2010 20:00:10 GMT -5
She waited expectantly for whatever dare he would give her.
A smile never far from her mouth as she inhaled the joint in
her slender fingers. When at last the dare did come she opened
her mouth in feigned exasperation, chuckling as she did so. Passing the joint to Will leaning over the ash tray as she did so and kissing him so maddeningly softly on his mouth she sat back once more and picked up the bottle.
Looking at the amber liquid swirling around at its base she wondered if she could really drink it all and hold it down. There was enough there to tip her completely over the edge to blind ratfaced drunkedness. But a dare was a dare and she had never in her life squelched on one yet. Undoing the cap she took a deep breath, smiled at him once before committing it to her full lips. Tipping the bottle she drained it, slowly of course but drain it she did. Coughing and spluttering afterwards, she effaced any residue
from her mouth with the back of her hand. Holding the bottle upside down she proved to him that it was empty.
Accepting the joint back, still shaking her head and grimacing from the after taste of so much whisky she looked at Will once again.
"Ok you're turn, what will it be?" she waited inhaling once again in the hopes that it would drown any taste of the hard liquer from her mouth. He offered himself up for a dare and as she passed him the joint again she smiled.
"Ok, I dare you to take a blowback from me" she grinned keeping the joint in her fingers and holding the lit end up to her mouth. Waiting to see if he was game.
Carefully she placed it between her lips, waiting for Will to place his own mouth over the other end of the joint so she could quite literally blow back into his mouth causing the most wickedest of hits, unaware of course that in moving across the space so he could also reach her Daynah's kimono left very little to the imagination as it gaped open. [Dare  ] |
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Post by will michaels on Jan 18, 2010 16:26:09 GMT -5
Will chuckled at her false exasperation at his dare. The bottle was nearly empty, true, but there was still was too much for one to drink easily alone. He took her joint from her, but didn't expect the kiss that came with it. It was overly gentle, almost maddening, but before he could do anything about it she had gotten hold of the bottle and was sat back.
He grinned waiting for her to drink it, watching her swirl the liquid, taking a deep breath. Then he watched her drink it, impressed that she finished it. The bottle may have been nearly empty but there was still too much there for one to swallow easily. He was suprised to see her hold the bottle upside down, clearly empty. He laughed at her expression as she coughed and spluttered.
He handed her the joint back to allow her to clear some of the taste, he knew that that much whisky wouldn't taste that great. "Well done," He grinned, leaning back. He chose Dare for his choice, shifting into a more comfortable position so he could be ready for his dare.
He grinned, that was a good dare, he leaned forward slightly, watching as she moved closer to him. His eyes caught as her Kimono fell open revieling the perfect form beneith. He almost froze then and there, his eyes trailing over the smooth skin. But he had a dare to do. He sealed his lips around the end of the joint. He waited for her to blow, when she did he breathed deap. He held the breath in for as long as he could, savouring the hit. He breathed out slowly, watching the smoke dance around in the air before looking back at Daynah. He couldn't catch his eyes before her trailed down the exposed body again, delicately censored by the silken underwear, and just as delicate bra. He managed to bring himself back to now and looked back up to meet her eyes. "So, Truth or Dare?" He asked, Grinning at her responce. "Hmmm... I dare you to hang your head off the bed for the next three tokes." He grinned.
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Post by daynah sophia rielly on Jan 18, 2010 18:06:33 GMT -5
Will had to move closer to her in order to be given the blowback, their mouths would virtually be a hairs breath apart. She blew slowly all the while looking into his painted eyes, never once blinking even when her fingers grazed his on the bed. When at last he finished she removed the joint from her mouth and realized her head was spinning cruelly fast. The whisky had definitely sent her over the edge. Will on the other hand looked as if he were totally enjoying his own experience and she chuckled as she clambered off the bed.
"I will do exactly that just give me a minute yeah" the great thing about being so out of it was all sense of timing went out the window, so even if she said a minute she could end up taking half and hour and he probably wouldn't even notice. She passed him the joint and swayed her way out of the room and across the hall to the communal bathroom shared by the slaves, making it in just enough time to lift the seat and hurl steadily down the bowl. It seriously felt as if her entire insides had just come back up to haunt her and she felt disgusting and groggy afterwards. She flushed the cistern but knew she would have to give it a repeat flush in a while.
Going to the sink she looked at herself in the mirror, her hair had become matted to her face when she had puked and now she felt she stank in the stuff. Turning around she ran herself a cold shower taking a tooth brush and not caring whose it was, she piped on some tooth paste and brushing her teeth entered the shower. The water was freezing cold and felt like tiny stinging needles against her skin but she didn't care. It was sobering her up and cleansing her. Her teeth and her mouth felt fresh at last and once her body felt invigorated which took a good five minutes she slowly made her way out of the shower. Only then laughing stupidly when she saw she had left her kimono and underwear on. Peeling them from her body she looked about her, on the heated towel rail hung a few shirts one was black with grey pinstripes so taking that one she slipped it on. Tying up most of the buttons except for those from her cleavage upwards.
Towel drying her hair a little she dropped the towel beside her other wet things and padded back to his room. So she wasn't drunk any more much but she was still nicely toasted and when she saw the shirtless Will lounging on his bed she smiled and closed the bedroom door. She had a distinct sway to her gait, a sensual motion of her hips that made you simply want to stare at her. Daynah didn't just climb back on to the bed, she straddled Will. Lowering herself gently down on to his jean clad crotch, her own body completely bare of any underclothing now.
Taking the joint from his mouth she inhaled it deeply, then lowering her mouth to his blew it gently inside before her tongue followed suit. As if in time to the chilled tempo that was filling the room Daynah's hips began to rock gently back and forth slowly caressing his crotch with her pussy.
"So you wanted me to hang my head off the bed?" she smiled as slowly she began to lower herself backwards until her head was beyond his knees and dipping downwards. Slowly she dragged on the joint, once - inhaled enjoyed the fumes before releasing. Wondering if Will was copping an eye full.
"You better hold me in case I fall off here" she chuckled, as she took her second hit feeling his hands on her waist but still wondering where his eyes were. The third hit she exhaled slowly again before lifting herself up, her hair looked tousled and she was damn breathtaking.
Again her pelvis began its slow dance on top of him, his hands were now still on her waist but as she put the joint into his mouth for him she shifted them to her hips. Smiling at him she questioned.
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Post by will michaels on Jan 19, 2010 16:29:00 GMT -5
He nodded as she said she would only be a minute, and shifted so his back was against the wall as he leaned back looking up at the ceiling. He had no idea how long she was out of the room, but when she came back in, hair wet, hanging around her, and his shirt buttoned about three quaters of the way up, reveiling more of her body than before, he grinned. "Stealing my shirts now are ya?" He asked, chuckling. Though his wasn't really looking at that for long, his eyes finding the sway in her hips as she approached the bed. It was so sensuous, so enticing, he couldn't keep his eyes off her.
She straddled him as she got onto the bed, pressed very close to him. She started moving in a way that could only be described as unfair. She was rubbing against his crotch in time with Ghost of You, causing a slight gasp to escape his lips.
She started to complete her dare, leaning back till her hung off the bed with her head hanging off the bed. He was suprised to see that she had no undergarments on. His eyes lingered there, until her voice brought him back. "Ok, Sure." He placed his hands on her waist, where she curved in. He strained to keep his eyes in a safe place as he held her steady, but they couldn't help trail down to the lovely view.
As she sat up his breath actually caught at the way her hair was now messed, a georgous sight. She started to move again, pressed against his groin. Though she was now back in her sitting position, he wasn't quite ready to let go of her waist. She didn't seem to mind. She placed the joint in his mouth and he grinned, breathing in deep. He breathed out through his nose, his eyes keeping hers. He felt her move his hands to her hips, where his thumbs unconsciously circled her hip bone. "Dare." He grinned.
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Post by daynah sophia rielly on Jan 19, 2010 17:21:47 GMT -5
She had chuckled at his quip about the shirt knowing full well he didn't mind her half-assed attempt at wearing it. With each movement against him she knew she was only building herself up but after she sat back up on his lap from her dare did she feel exactly how caught up in this he was too. His hands felt really good on her waist but even better on her hips when she moved them, most especially as he began slow lazy circles with his thumbs. Her own gentle barely there movements were causing the right kind of excitement all around. Will was slowly but surely hardening beneath her and she loved it. His mentioning a 'dare' made her think for a moment and then slowly sliding off of him she stood up, taking him by the hand and pulling him up from the bed.
Will looked incredibly hot shirtless but she also knew he was incredibly hung too. Moving them around she sat on the edge of the bed, bringing him to stand before her.
"I dare you to strip down and masterbate" as she said this her fingers began undoing the rest of the buttons on the shirt she wore, opening it up just enough so he could see her cleavage and her flat tone stomach, enough so he could see the perfect finesse of her pussy. Licking her lips she placed her hands on his hips guiding him in closer to her so they were an arms width apart.
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