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Orchid

"So tell me, Sir Whacked in the Head. Doth the ears ring and pain throb or shall I do it again?"

Aiming even lower to smack something a little more sensative to pain. "Remember sir, no pain....no gain...."
 
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GeronimosGirl said:
"So tell me, Sir Whacked in the Head. Doth the ears ring and pain throb or shall I do it again?"

Aiming even lower to smack something a little more sensative to pain. "Remember sir, no pain....no gain...."

My lovely may I suggest you assume the position before I unleash myself upon you my lady?
greetings Bachlum Chaam
 
Orchid

"Be warned Sir Bachlum Chaam, you may be next of the line to the pan's fury and swipe." Turning to aide my kin sister from This One called Stark.

"Position to you, for you. I believe you have that backwards. Tis you who shall bow, knave."
 
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GeronimosGirl said:
"Be warned Sir Bachlum Chaam, you may be next of the line to the pan's fury and swipe." Turning to aide my kin sister from This One called Stark.

"Position to you, for you. I believe you have that backwards. Tis you who shall bow, knave."

My lady obviously you tease,to you it is obviously foreplay before I take you to unheard of heights,to make your blood sing,you know you want me.
In truth you are mine for the taking at a moments notice,the only thing your frying pan may is your derriere my lady.
Come to me you know you want to
yours Bachlum Chaam:kiss:
 
Orchid

"So it seems I see the truth. You claim to take and enslave me but tis you who are already enslaved to your lust. Come to you and beg for your tenderness. I think not tis you who shall come groveling to me."
 
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GeronimosGirl said:
"So it seems I see the truth. You claim to take and enslave me but tis you who are already enslaved to your lust. Come to you and beg for your tenderness. I think not tis you who shall come groveling to me."

My lady may I enquire how you come by your name Orchid too?
Also as is the way a man always lusts for a beauty,we always look at you hunger in our eyes,the gift is can you recognise it?
Then we get to the position do you recognise the fact that you want us to want you?convoluted huh but still you ache for your masters touch
Caressing Bachlum Chaam:heart:
 
Orchid

"A flower unknown to the Red kinderd.. thus a gift bestowed. You speak as if you have won your battle. However, dear enslaved one, you are yet to see.. who shall master who. You have already lost." smirks wickly "Start Groveling..... Slave"
 
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GeronimosGirl said:
"A flower unknown to the Red kinderd.. thus a gift bestowed. You speak as if you have won your battle. However, dear enslaved one, you are yet to see.. who shall master who. You have already lost." smirks wickly "Start Groveling..... Slave"

My lady I shall enjoy taking you,making you beg for my touch with a caress,the featherlight touch of my fingers,a whisper against your neck the nibble at your ear,already your blood stirs at the beginning of arousal

forever mine Bachlum Chaam
 
Orchid

"You again prove my point Sir Bachlum. You admit that you desire all that I possess, yet you limit yourself.. come to me and see yourself bow to the greater SEX.... sumbit willing and you may see joy beyond you limited humanist mind... otherwise prepare to be conquered..." Watching and gaging the working of his mind then asking in my native tongue "Zhal dos b'luthyrr ulu ussa nin xor zhal usstan elgluth dos ust? "
 
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GeronimosGirl said:
"You again prove my point Sir Bachlum. You admit that you desire all that I possess, yet you limit yourself.. come to me and see yourself bow to the greater SEX.... sumbit willing and you may see joy beyond you limited humanist mind... otherwise prepare to be conquered..." Watching and gaging the working of his mind then asking in my native tongue "Zhal dos b'luthyrr ulu ussa nin xor zhal usstan elgluth dos ust? "

My lady may I say your wit is as stunning as your looks,but were I not a caring master you would have no choice,as it is I offer you the choice to come willingly or by force.
Either way makes no difference.Mayhap you would say if by choice you would perform better,but in truth if forced you would have to perform to the best of your limited ability.
Until trained in the art of slave you would find it difficult but in time you will find great comfort in it.
my lady :heart: Bachlum Chaam
 
Landi of Churchyard

"Well said, Orchid... yet these frail beings have no idea what we can do."
 
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landiek said:
"Well said, Orchid... yet these frail beings have no idea what we can do."

My lady it appears you are all smoke and mirrors,wind and piddle.
So my lady show me what you,ve got I see nothing but rhetoric at the moment
greetings Bachlum Chaam:rose:
 
Landi of Churchyard

Using the technology that affords the conquering force and radiating the energy that impowers Sir Bachlum to his knees. With the war cry of tribal proportions and bringing forth that ancient method of slavery

"Lady Orchid, twill ye truly lie him on that ant hill and cover him with honey or do you have a more Reddish plan."

" Mayo...."

We were bringing hearts together and planning to revel in the humbling of this human and perhaps STUD.... *smirks*
 
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landiek said:
Using the technology that affords the conquering force and radiating the energy that impowers Sir Bachlum to his knees. With the war cry of tribal proportions and bringing forth that ancient method of slavery

"Lady Orchid, twill ye truly lie him on that ant hill and cover him with honey or do you have a more Reddish plan."

" Mayo...."

We were bringing hearts together and planning to revel in the humbling of this human and perhaps STUD.... *smirks*

My lady the only thing that may happen is I shall lie down you cover me with honey,then you,ll be dying to lick it off then to pleasure me my lady

Hehehe Bachlum Chaam:kiss:
 
I hava had alll about all the stuff and nonsense that I can take from you blokes.

You wait til the morrow..

Our queens... (real ones unlike Sir Elton John) will rise and smite you... keeping of course in mind the ultimate vicorious outcome of this little skirmish.
 
Annabelllee2003 said:
I hava had alll about all the stuff and nonsense that I can take from you blokes.

You wait til the morrow..

Our queens... (real ones unlike Sir Elton John) will rise and smite you... keeping of course in mind the ultimate vicorious outcome of this little skirmish.


As it is so late wherever you are my lady go to sleep and come back the morrow,refreshed and see if you can put up a bit of a fight,
Tis obvious to all you worthy ladies are struggling in our war,mayhap I could get you some help.
What say you ladies?
Bachlum Chaam
 
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Annabelllee2003 said:
Little bit of contention among the male ranks!

(snicker)

Snigger not, smartiepants! You've merely been fooled by eavesdroppin' a conspirital code to whom only Sire Bachuus, Fymaster and my honourable self are privy!

Ah...ah! I spy the little indian squaws a'snorin' in their blankets unaware of our nocturnal guerrilla tic-tacs!:)
 
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starkpic said:
Snigger not, smartiepants! You've merely been fooled by eavesdroppin' a conspirital code to whom only Sire Bachuus, Fymaster and my honourable self are privy!

Ah...ah! I spy the little indian squaws a'snorin' in their blankets unaware of our nocturnal guerrilla tic-tacs!:)

Thing is sir Stark what can I say about my newest thread ones name does stink at the moment,I wonder why?:confused:
 
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Bachlum Chaam said:
Thing is sir Stark what can I say about my newest thread ones name does stink at the moment,I wonder why?:confused:

'Tis not your fault, dear sir! 'Tis the Americanoo humour, mark my words! Fret not, I 'll give 'em all a goodly spankin' to put 'em all straight; I can't see that failin'!


(I hope...:confused: )
 
Cloe of Lochlyness

As if one slumbers lightly and the accursed making of men were not enough I spy these men attempting to sneak into camp.. what fear can be seen. Sweet opportunatity has arrived on the horizon. And easliy seen that Sir Stark has fallen prey to the ground. A well laid trap and by the Celtic wench no less. The
Concealed Ulitalization Neurological Trap (C.U.N.T.) has rendered the man in one fair swoop of pain. I gather my punished one in chains and take him to the M.I.N.D. ( Managed Intelligence Nerve Department) for his attitude adjustment. I may even come to like this earthling as his working looks well supply to my needs.

( Congrats Sir Starkpic... you've been captured and are presently in my custody...)
 
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thatbratcloe said:
As if one slumbers lightly and the accursed making of men were not enough I spy these men attempting to sneak into camp.. what fear can be seen. Sweet opportunatity has arrived on the horizon. And easliy seen that Sir Stark has fallen prey to the ground. A well laid trap and by the Celtic wench no less. The
Concealed Ulitalization Neurological Trap (C.U.N.T.) has rendered the man in one fair swoop of pain. I gather my punished one in chains and take him to the M.I.N.D. ( Managed Intelligence Nerve Department) for his attitude adjustment. I may even come to like this earthling as his working looks well supply to my needs.

( Congrats Sir Starkpic... you've been captured and are presently in my custody...)

Then sneaking up behind the Brat creature comes the heroic Bachlum Chaam fully tooled up with The Orgasmatronic Necrotizing Giver upper of Ecstacy (T.O.N.G.U.E.) to render the Brat creature in such a frenzied state that she loses all control.

Allowing the heroic Bachlum Chaam to rescue Sir Stark,as we pass the Brat creature lying supine with a glazed look on her face.
after her seeing to by The Orgasmatronic Necrotizing Giver upper of Ecstacy (T.O.N.G.U.E.)

Sir Stark says "By God dear fellow what tis wrong with the Brat creature?" reply I "she took a rodgering from my(T.O.N.G.U.E.) sir
Lets be off before she gathers her wits and her legs work properly"
 
Obviously all the bloody native wenches have run into the hills scared of my T.O.N.G.U.E.:D :p
 
Bachlum Chaam said:
Obviously all the bloody native wenches have run into the hills scared of my T.O.N.G.U.E.:D :p

Fiesty sent me to get you, sir!
 
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