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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 10:44 am
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So, you want to play a little first? he thought, simply smirking at her. Sparare stalked over to her, grabbed a handful of her hair, and dragged her down the hall, never missing a step. Kicking open a door, he entered saying "If you want to act like an uncivilized dog, then I'm going to treat you like one." He let go of her hair and strode over to an antique armoire, selected a couple of things from it that clinked like metal in his hands. "This," he said, holding up a metal chain big enough to slip over someone's head, but with a small, black mechanical item at the section where the two ends of the chain meet. The chain links were woven with black and gold ribbon. "Is a choke chain. With a few modifications. It adjusts its size by remote control." He pulled a small remote out of his pocket and pressed a button. The chain tightened around his wrist until it fit snugly, then he pressed another button and it loosened again. "And this," he growled, holding up an item that looked almost the same as the first, but was obviously not a choke collar because of the buckle. "Is a shock collar. It's only a little more powerful than the dog version, but it will be... uncomfortable." He grinned at the word, as if the thought of seeing her in pain was enjoyable. "So, which would you like to wear at our party tonight? You may choose both, if you wish," he joked cruelly, "But if you do not choose one in ten seconds, I will choose one for you."
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 12:12 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 12:27 pm
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He knocked her feet out from under her with a kick, then sat on her, his legs pressing heavily on her arms. He pulled the key to the metal collar around her neck out of his pocket and unlocked it, tossing it to the side unceremoniously. Then he slipped the choke chain over her head and adjusted it so that it fit snugly but not too tight. "Hmm," he mused, eyeing the shock collar. "I think you've earned the right to wear both." With that, he buckled and locked the shock collar around her neck as well. Then just as swiftly as he'd descended on her, he got up and stalked out of the room, pocketing the keys to both of her new collars. "Now let's try this again," he called from another room. "Miyuki, COME!" He commanded.
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 12:34 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 1:05 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 2:36 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 3:05 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 3:14 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 3:42 pm
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Sparare grinned. "Good girl." He pressed a button on the intercom and a man answered. "What can I get you master?" Sparare smiled fondly, an odd look for such a cruel man, and replied, "Oh good, Roran, it's you. I was wondering if you've got any of your famous soup laying around?" "Of course master," Roran replied, clearly pleased with the compliment. "Make two bowls, Roran, and some of Tiki's cider for myself and my new pet." He then released the button without waiting for the cook's response, and went to sit at the small, yet elegant dining table. He pointed, not to the only other dining chair, but to the floor beside him. "Come, sit here, little Miyuki."
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 3:57 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 5:31 pm
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Sparare grinned wolfishly when Miyuki obeyed without complaint, but didn't get a chance to say anything because a tall man with glasses came into the room, pushing a cart. When he'd laid out a golden bowl filled with steaming soup, gold plate laden with toasted bread, a gold pitcher brimming with cider, and a crystal goblet before Sparare, he motioned to Miyuki. "Master?" Roran asked, indicating if it was okay to give Miyuki her food. Sparare pointed to the other end of the table where the empty chair sat. After Roran had deposited Miyuki's bowl and cup there and left, Sparare turned to Miyuki. "Because you obeyed like a good girl, you may eat at the table. Had yo fought more, you would have remained on the floor with your food."
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 5:44 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 7:01 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 7:19 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 12:58 am
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Sparare smiled and made a gesture. As if out of nowhere, Roran appeared again to clear away their dishes. Once the cook had disappeared, Sparare turned back to his slave. "While we're on the subject of your behavior," he daintily wiped the edges of his mouth on a white cloth napkin. "Here are the rules: One, you will obey me. If I ask you to come, you come. If I ask you to go get me another drink, you ask what kind. If I tell you to hop up and down while barking like a dog," he paused as if the thought amused him, "well you ask how long you should hop around for." He fixed her with a stern gaze. "Failure to to listen and follow my command will result in public humiliation and the use of your beautiful new collars. If you please me, you will be handsomely rewarded after the party." "The second, and final, rule is this: do not, under any circumstances, speak to anyone else's slave. They all will have at least one. Some will try to best me by bringing two. You are not to talk to any of them, or you will be punished so severely, that our last few hours together will feel like a cakewalk. Understand?"
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