fuckmeat's medieval bedchamber ~ open OOC chat for the deviant and depraved.

[southern_slut]

Oh, no, I just happened to be here and decided to help.

 

[southern_slut]

*Continuing my cleaning of the floor, it looks good enough to eat off of now. My attention is drawn to the mounts on the walls for suspending slaves.*

 

[fuckmeat]

So here it is, the mythical virtual bedchamber.

There is the scent of leather and fear on the air. I wonder where the proprietress has vanished to. No doubt she's having fun elsewhere. I purse my lips.

Where's the buffet then southern_slut? I was told there would be fuckmeat.

I lick my predatory smile.

A 26y/o black domme sashaying into my bedchamber as though she owns the place?

I wonder who on earth that could be.

 

[ObsidianFire]

Hmmmm.... If I own you, whose bedchamber would this be exactly?

I walk over to my girl and draw her close. I yank her head back by the hair and trap her against me while I taste her neck. I speak low into her ear.

I asked you for a drink nigh on 20mins ago. Get your useless ass into the kitchen and then come and apologise.

 

[southern_slut]

*Feeling horribly like a third wheel I search for some other chore to do while FM and her Domme have their fun. Sadly everything is polished and waxed by now.*

 

[fuckmeat]

Thankyou ss, you've done a wonderful job.

Mistress can be a bit single minded but you should never be made to feel like a gooseberry. I only wish I could conjure a southern dom for you to play with.

 

[southern_slut]

Oh it's alright, the room is just a little empty is all. I'm content to lurk while you two have your fun. Thank you for the concern though.

 

[southern_slut]

*Running my hands along the same stocks as before I step into them, remembering the amazing feeling it gave to be locked in place. The padding is gone and rough wood is all that remains. My feet and ankles and neck lying where they should, the top suddenly falls down on me! Pulling on my arms and neck brings lacerations to my wrists.*
Shit! Help! Help me please!

 

[chronicle_tenko]

*Noting the lush southern belle locked in stocks. now for the better part of two hours. *

Hmmm. It seems you've got yourself caught. I could help you out, but then again where would be the fun in that.

*Smiling, but kindly, as I undo the latches and bring the little miss, for antiseptic and cloth bandages.*

You should be more careful, or some unscrupulous man might just come along and demand that you blow him for your freedom. or even a scrupulous cleaner and curator of a torture chamber may demand the same thing.

 

[BehaviorMod]

He's got a point there little slut....especially if those particular people who think they may have the key to your freedom knew what a depraved and naughty little whore you were.....well then they'd have all kinds of material to use against you, and being as helpless as you are right now, and in the lovely position you're in....you could be taken from anywhere. Of course....I'm just pointing out what could happen.

 

[fuckmeat]

Hope you guys are playing nicely.

Welcome BM

 

[BehaviorMod]

Hope you guys are playing nicely.

Welcome BM

Thanks, and I can't really say we're playing at all, little fuckmeat. Just happened in here and decided to take a look around this lovely chamber and everything attached to it when I saw this slut locked in the stock. Thought I'd comment on the sticky situation. *I grin a bit, my piercing eyes running up and down fuckmeats features, taken her in for the first time as the chambers owner.* How is one doing this morning...provided it's morning still?

 

[Leopald]

Strolls in with a yawn and a stretch, still shaking his head about the really odd dream he'd had as he pours himself a cup of coffee. He looks around as he sips the pure black nectar slowly.

Morning, morning. How are we all?

 

[sallythescorpian]

Wanders in a grabs a coffee, and takes a seat in the cornor, watching the world go by.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

Of course it's busy with people to get coffee now. Right when I am about to run of to work. But when I get home in 10 hours. This place will be a graveyard.

Well I hope not. I'd far rather have something or someone fun to distract me here than watch and review the new stone-cold movies.

And otherwise we're fine Leo. How's the handlebar mustache?

 

[sallythescorpian]

AWwwwww! **laughs** Have fun at work CT, I'm sure they'll be loads of people here in ten hours time!! That's the busy period, no???

 

[Leopald]

My handlebar mustache is doing quite well, CT. And you know as well as I do that FM's room is either feast or famine, when it comes to entertainment. Nothing we can do about it right now, except wait.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

Of course.

*Sips his coffee*

 

[monique_minx]

Slips in for a brief sitting

Apparently you boys are bored?

Grins and inspects my fingernails

How very...unfortunate...

Looks at the time and sighs, leaves spankings for fuckmeat and vanishes into the RW

 

[Leopald]

Are you pondering a cure for boredom, minx?

If so, I recommend doing a pole dance for us.

Takes a sip of coffee and nods sagely.

 

[fuckmeat]

Hi all.

I'm feeling rather fragile today. I may have spent last night drinking vodka and playing a dance game on my friend's Wii. Bitch whooped me at Mariokart too. Now everything aches and I have a headache. G has declared me useless so I'm hiding upstairs with my laptop until she requires me to cook something.

How are you Sir?

 

[Leopald]

Hello, little one. Did you have fun, at least?

Kisses FM's forehead lightly.

 

[fuckmeat]

smiles and settles beside Leo's chair

Oh yeah, it was a lot of fun. We even had her partner pretending to be a spice girl. For the record, he's a great lout of a prison guard.

 

[Leopald]

Chuckles.

Well, fun is always worth being worn out. And I probably would have paid money to see that. Last time I played guitar hero, our "singer" made the entire band fail several times. Everyone was too busy laughing at his falsetto to play the damn songs.

Good times.

 

[fuckmeat]

I tried guitar hero once and my brain just isn't wired for it. It's like patting my head and rubbing my tummy at the same time. Just can't do it.