The Vassal Academy Private Club – Welcome to Paradise!

[Last_Rider]

I slowly wind down the flogger, soft slaps until it eventually relaxes and hangs at my side. Her skin is a delightful pink, and I can't resist touching, caressing it. My hands slide over the heated skin, my eyes closed to savor the tactile sensations of her soft skin.

She is perfect.

I replace the flogger and run my hand over the instruments. So many items, I select a riding crop for now. The triangle at the end begins stroking over her skin, caressing it as though seeking the perfect spot to kiss.

crack

A darker red triangle appears on her bottom, then a matching one on the opposite cheek. Slowly, down her thighs and over her lovely bum, it kisses over and over. Just adding it's touch to the canvas of her perfect skin.

 

[yeishia]

 

[Cheska]

*sneaks in quietly to keep watch.* ... No.. this is not a hidden camera.. it's a Lawn Gnome... O_O really.

 

[yeishia]

I slowly wind down the flogger, soft slaps until it eventually relaxes and hangs at my side. Her skin is a delightful pink, and I can't resist touching, caressing it. My hands slide over the heated skin, my eyes closed to savor the tactile sensations of her soft skin.

She is perfect.

I replace the flogger and run my hand over the instruments. So many items, I select a riding crop for now. The triangle at the end begins stroking over her skin, caressing it as though seeking the perfect spot to kiss.

crack

A darker red triangle appears on her bottom, then a matching one on the opposite cheek. Slowly, down her thighs and over her lovely bum, it kisses over and over. Just adding it's touch to the canvas of her perfect skin.

I can feel myself sinking further into subspace but this night I pause I want to hover in this betwixt and between, sharing every nuance of this experience with my loved one missing nothing.

He need not command me to stay this time around … I simply wish to. (Full circle)

It is funny where the mind slips and slides as your body adjusts, as pleasure is born out of exquisite pain… mine hovers over something I was once told yet did not fully understand at the time.

True submission means having true power, and then giving it away. You must own your own power, before you can give it away.

Own my own power? Yes I was truly doing that with this wonderful man.

“Mmmmmmmmmmm,” finally I understood.

Tonight as always it was mine to give, an early Christmas present for my dark angel ...

His without reservation

The blessed kiss of his riding crop was sheer perfection.

I was finally free!

 

[Cheska]

For you an your Love. Mistletoe.

 

[yeishia]

I can feel myself sinking further into subspace but this night I pause I want to hover in this betwixt and between, sharing every nuance of this experience with my loved one missing nothing.

He need not command me to stay this time around … I simply wish to. (Full circle)

It is funny where the mind slips and slides as your body adjusts, as pleasure is born out of exquisite pain… mine hovers over something I was once told yet did not fully understand at the time.

True submission means having true power, and then giving it away. You must own your own power, before you can give it away.

Own my own power? Yes I was truly doing that with this wonderful man.

“Mmmmmmmmmmm,” finally I understood.

Tonight as always it was mine to give, an early Christmas present for my dark angel ...

His without reservation

The blessed kiss of his riding crop was sheer perfection.

I was finally free!

Total Freedom!

With that knowledge something strange happened.

My dark angel faded away and my bonds loosened. I didn't fall to my knees as I would have imagined in desperate need of aftercare.

I was bemused as I stood there in my own club clothed in nothing but a fine sheen of sweat not a mark to be seen or felt now on my porcelain skin.

I did sit down then trying to make sense of what had just happened had I dreamed our scene, conjured it/ him up out of thin air? ....

I had given in to the essence of whom I was only to find she was no more, she had grown into a woman one who it appeared had other needs.

Grinning in delight as clarity struck me right between my gorgeous eyes I rose to my feet exited beyond belief.

I had not given my dark angel a gift this night in so much that it was he that had given one to me...a glimpse into my own soul!

He had been telling showing me for weeks I had not heard him.

I knew what was missing, I knew with absolute certainty what we both needed.

I had much to do.

Perfect timing I heard him calling.

A brief moment to re-dress and a short visit to the alchemist who resided in the basement proper and I was on my way running on silent feet to where he awaited me.

I felt as if I truly did have wings....

 

[VampiricTouch]

She pushes open the door to the private club and steals in. A surreptitious glance left then right before she tip toes across the room to leave a single rose for Yeishia.

Then she turns quietly to not disturb the lady to sneak away again

 

[yeishia]

She pushes open the door to the private club and steals in. A surreptitious glance left then right before she tip toes across the room to leave a single rose for Yeishia.

Then she turns quietly to not disturb the lady to sneak away again

*smiles softly as she inhales the evocative fragrance *

Thank you so much VT I have missed you

 

[VampiricTouch]

She turns at the voice and offers a shy smile.

and I you. I hope you're faring well. I hope I didn't disturb your pretty ongoings here

 

[yeishia]

She turns at the voice and offers a shy smile.

and I you. I hope you're faring well. I hope I didn't disturb your pretty ongoings here

Not at all we are all finished I am merely wandering the halls chasing ghosts , how was your Christmas, did you get my cards.?

*Shyly I give her a warm hug*

 

[VampiricTouch]

Christmas and New year were good. Quiet, understated, but necessarily so. and you?

I just recently returned from lurking. I'd stopped checking my mail because I didn't have active threads. But yes. I just checked now, I did get your cards, thank you!

She returns the hug warmly

It's been a while since I've visited the lounge I think. Things seem so unfamiliar. People so different.

 

[yeishia]

Mine were very quiet also but you know me it is how I prefer it. * smiles happily that the cards were found*

Yes there are lots of new comers I know so very few it is only recently that I am trying to overcome my shyness and meet more people.

* giggles softly* I simply remained in the small places I had fashioned for myself content to interact with the few I had come to trust , a friend recently joked that I was becoming a bit of a recluse.

*shrugs embarrassed * he was right of course, I guess unconsciously i was emulating my real life.

And so I am once more venturing out...

Have you returned , is it your intent to write again? I do hope so I have missed your brilliant talent.

I miss the old times....

 

[VampiricTouch]

I can understand that feeling. I've become a recluse as well. I miss the old days where i had the time to chat with people and write.

I think the chaos in life should be calming down. I've found time to lurk, I just need to refind my courage to write again.

Thank you for the compliment. You're so sweet and considerate.

 

[yeishia]

*nods completely understanding*

People will be knocking down your door to write with you of that I am very sure, I learned so much fro you.

Btw if I disappear it means the wi fi I am er *blushes * borrowing has vanished. My modem is acting up tonight.

I am so happy you caught me

 

[VampiricTouch]

I'm happy to find someone to chat with tonight as well, and you just made the night sweeter for me. My internet has been quite.... fickle tonight as well. hence the slow responses.

I'm not so sure about that one.... I'm not certain I have the creativity to make interesting stories anymore. I lack the time to dream. In school I could day dream between classes and think of stories, but now... well as much as I love my work, I still come home drained and too exhausted mentally to string words into stories.

 

[yeishia]

I am happy that you dropped in VT please know that you are also welcome in Solliquium whenever the mood strikes you.

I so understand about the writing I have been struggling for months now. I feel exactly the same, once I am done my long work day it is often nigh on impossible for me to summon up words for my stories I am so done.

Added to that that I am not able to craft speedy responses even when inspired. *blushes*

Maybe you could try just one story with a writer who will understand your slower responses...I am so look in that regard with my fellow co-writers.

 

[VampiricTouch]

Thanks Yeishia, I'll keep that invitation in mind. Perhaps I shall go visit there some time.

 

[yeishia]

 

[yeishia]

Reflection.

​

I arrive from Solliquium directly to the small bedroom that I kept for emergencies in the very back of the club. It was a huge room containing nothing but a double bed at one end and a huge fire place at the other, in front of which was a soft faux fur bearskin rug,taking up most of the floor space in front of it. I loved to lie there watching the flames, dreaming my dreams. It was my private space which I used for when the club was in full swing or when I needed a place simply to think; of course it was by invitation only as was my bedroom proper. I showered and dressed with care, slipping the beautiful gown Veroe had sent me over my nakedness it fit me like a second skin. My tawny tresses I lifted into a high loose pony tail allowing them to tumble in their natural waves down my exposed back, my face I left practically devoid for the barest touch of makeup.

My slender neck remained bare; although I could switch for someone I loved or was deeply connected too deep in my heart I was 100% submissive and I would have it no other way. Moving to my jewelry box I extracted a golden necklace and affixed it around my neck. It fitted snugly like a gentle caress…a potent reminder of who I truly was.

I looked at my reflection in the ornate mirror hanging on the wall it was a woven necklace of the purest gold, from it was suspended the letter 'A'. The letter was an absolute work of art a delight to behold. It obviously had been hand crafted with love and exquisite attention to detail. Clinging to the end of a downward stroke of the 'A' was a precious stone, an amethyst which coincidentally was my birth sign. As the light reflected from its multifaceted surface, caused it to appear almost alive!

This piece of antique jewelery had belonged to my great grandmother Angelique and now it seemed befitting I should wear it … my Rider called me his Sensual Angel.

Finally ready I took a steadying breath and descended to the dining room where I was seated at a small table in a nice secluded spot where I could observe but have my privacy. I had been very specific in my choice of table, by nature I was a people watcher who was a a rule too shy to join the fray. Despite my time on Lit nothing had changed in that regard. The place was bustling tonight, I smiled happy that my clientele were enjoying themselves even if I remained in the clutches of the deepest melancholy that I seemed unable to shake both in the real world and here n this special realm.

While I sipped my wine as I waited for my meal to arrive I became lost in thought, “Remember, the act of love is to give. The more you give, the better it is for you.” I truly believed in that sage piece of advice I had been given long ago but of late I had begun to realize that it truly left one open to heartache … it was inevitable!

 

[Last_Rider]

I have felt myself drawn here, felt her. My sensual angel, my love. I stop as I see here eating, sitting at the table wearing a wonderfully elegant dress, my eyes drinking her in, her scent filling my nostrils. She looks stunning. I move behind her and wrap my arms around your shoulders, leaning down to breathe in her scent. Emotions run deep with her, and my face rests on top of her head, feeling her against me.

"Hello my Angel, my love."

For now I just hold her, having missed the feel of her, not wanting to ever let go. Of course I must, otherwise she couldn't finish eating. I pull a chair around and sit beside her, my eyes on her features.

 

[yeishia]

When my dark angel, my perfect love, faded back into the real world once again I realized I couldn’t spend Valentine’s alone nor my upcoming birthday, not in these surroundings, special places housing so many exquisite memories.

I would go to the place of my heart and concentrate on my writing once again.

Serendipity called to me wrapping its arms around me like the sensual lover of my heart and dreams…

THREAD CLOSED UNTIL MY RETURN.

 

[yeishia]

The club was closed the real world people gone back to their lives and sleepless I wandered the empty hallways like the ghost I was rapidly becoming, lost in the memories which oft- times held me prisoner.

I needed to dance become lost in the music...

 

[yeishia]

~ Vous et Nul Autre ~ Each in his own delicious moment in time...

​

I arrive from Solliquium directly to the small bedroom that I kept in the very back of the club.

It was a huge room containing nothing but a double bed at one end and a huge fire place at the other in frount of which was a soft faux fur bearskin rug taking up most of the floor space.

I loved to lie there watching the flames, dreaming my dreams.

It was my private space which I used for when the club was in full swing or when I needed a place simply to think; of course it was by invitation only as was my bedroom proper.

Tonite I showered and dressed with care, I was to have a visitor. I slipped the beautiful Grecian gown I had worn when we first met over my nakedness,it fit me like a second skin. My tawny tresses I lifted into a high loose pony tail allowing them to tumble in their natural waves down my exposed back, my face I left practically devoid for the barest touch of makeup.

Moving to my jewelry box I extracted a golden necklace and affixed it around my neck. It fitted snugly like a gentle caress…a potent reminder of who I truly was.

A soft sensual submissive angel devoid of subterfuge... one who had no wish to be the village bicycle...one who choose her play partners with exquisite care...

I smiled softly at my reflection, it was time to shake off the melancholy and move onward...perhaps put my new philosophy into action if I could.

I would always be a one man woman but could I ?

We would see.

I opened up the bottle of wine and poured myself a glass. Settling myself in the winged back chair beside the fireplace I siliently sipped the amber liquid while I awaited Ness.

Soon I was lost once more in my memories...

 

[Nessitude]

I open the door, the room still familiar even though I hadn't been there in ages.

I smile, seeing yeishia looking as beautiful as ever, sitting by the fireplace. I close the door behind me, making my way towards her, eyes locked on hers. "I hope you saved a glass for me as well?" I tease.

 

[yeishia]

I smile as I watch him enter it had been a long while since I had actually seen him In the flesh, he looked exactly as I remembered him...

Crossing to the small table I poured him a glass my eyes still locked to his before joining him to place it between his fingers.

"Welcome back Ness , this girl has missed you."

I raise my glass...

" To possibilities in all their infinite and delicious combinations," I whisper smiling softly before lowering my eyes demurely.