Amanda Edwards

“Courage is the most important of all the virtues because without courage, you can't practice any other virtue consistently.” -Maya Angelou I'm Amanda. I'm twenty years old, and apparently... I'm a slave.

[master-renner-in-charge]

Bored as fuck

I think it may be time to just leave this place.

[amandatheslave]

I'm sure no one would complain.

[rropen1-deactivated20160429]

Good morning...

[rropen1-deactivated20160429]

What? Am I that ugly? Christ. Be thankful that I found you drunk as a skunk outside. 

You got mad due to how that slave left and went to go to fuck Max, or whatever? So then I drank a bit… You wanted to, too. But I never was drunk last night, You clung to me, I got turned on… Go figure.

[amandatheslave]

So you fucked a girl too drunk to even give consent. God, this place is fucked up.

[rropen1-deactivated20160429]

Good morning...

[rropen1-deactivated20160429]

You didn’t have a problem with saying my name last night. 

But, hi there! I’m Viv. And we had sex.

[amandatheslave]

...You've got to be fucking kidding me.

[rropen1-deactivated20160429]

Good morning...

[rropen1-deactivated20160429]

You don’t know? 

[amandatheslave]

Well I know I'm in a slave house. I'm not an idiot. But where, specifically, in said slave house am I?

[rropen1-deactivated20160429]

Good morning...

[amandatheslave]

...Morning.

Where am I?

[amandatheslave]

In the Midnight Hour | Amanda + Talan

[shapiros-blog1]

"You’re going to have to be a bit more specific." he reminded her with a dark, threatening chuckle.

"I can’t tell if you want to lay there and fuck my hand like the pathetic mess you’re unravelling into, right now, or your plan here is to ride my dick until you’re screaming." 

His tone was so so casual as he spoke.

[amandatheslave]

Amanda couldn't help but roll her eyes at his words. Now, this was just getting annoying. She knew what she wanted, but in the position that she was in, she couldn't get it for herself.

"The later," she told him, her eyes flitting up and down in a way that showed he didn't have complete control of her. Not yet, anyways.

[amandatheslave]

In the Midnight Hour | Amanda + Talan

[shapiros-blog1]

He had to admit, he liked the sound of that. Ellie, RIP, had never been that obedient, not once, in the entire short time he’d owned her. Obviously Wren had no sense of self-control, either, and quite frankly he didn’t want to hear her begging like that. It was nice having his place back on top, if only for a moment.

"With what?" he requested a more in-depth answer, eyes flickering back to where the small vibrator was resting, turned off, against her leg.

[amandatheslave]

Amanda thought about the question for a moment, but it didn't take her long to come up with her answer. "With you... I want you," she told him simply, her words still begging. Toys were fun, sure, but in that moment, she wanted to feel his full natural force come down upon her, and she hoped that he would be willing.

[amandatheslave]

In the Midnight Hour | Amanda + Talan

[shapiros-blog1]

"I haven’t decided if you’re worth it, or not, yet." he informed her bluntly, smirking before locking eyes with her. "Maybe all I want is to play with you and then leave you here overnight, strung up and frustrated."

His tone made it hard to decipher if his threat was genuine or not.

[amandatheslave]

"Please..." Amanda begged in earnest, looking up at him with pleading eyes. She really didn't know what she would do if he did that to her. "I can prove it to you that I'm worth it, if you need me to. Just please... please fuck me, sir."

[amandatheslave]

In the Midnight Hour | Amanda + Talan

[shapiros-blog1]

He removed the bullet immediately & smirked, sliding his finger out of her & standing up from the bed. She’d learn eventually. 

"Ah ah." he reminded her softly, smirking to himself as he circled her, sinking down to the bed beside her instead. "Did you know that the average human body has fourteen erogenous zones? Or that on the average woman there are four or five that can bring her to orgasm without any other stimulation?" he spoke casually as he started to touch her, again, this time running the fingers from one hand lazily over her bound wrist closest to him.

[amandatheslave]

Amanda's eyes stayed trained on the mysterious man as he walked around, sat down on the bed, and then started to go on about the different ways that he could turn her on. As if he hadn't done that already. Her eyes fell to her wrist, watching as he stroked it and biting down on her lip.

"Are you ever going to do that to me?" she asked, her voice sweet and unpresuming once more as her eyes flitted back up at him.

[amandatheslave]

In the Midnight Hour | Amanda + Talan

[shapiros-blog1]

"Sensitive?" he questioned casually, the smug little inflection of his tone giving away that he clearly knew the answer already.

Deciding she deserved at least a bit of a break, he let go of her hair slowly and buzzed the small toy back to life, pressing it against her gently, tracing it around her in looping circles, precariously avoiding brushing it against her clit.

[amandatheslave]

"You fucking..." she said without even thinking, stopping herself as soon as she realized what she was doing. She couldn't believe how patient this man was being. Consistently teasing her and drawing things out. Most masters thus far had already shoved themselves into whichever hole they preferred and got going, so as much as she hated the relentless teasing, she also loved it.

[amandatheslave]

In the Midnight Hour | Amanda + Talan

[shapiros-blog1]

Content with her going silent once more, he slid his hands up the insides of her thighs & traced one finger over her outer folds softly, before adding a second finger, his free hand trailing down from between her shoulderblades to her lower back, lingering for a moment before dancing up over the curve of her ass.

"You’re pretty, I’ll give you that much." he told her, before adding a little more cruelly, "If I didn’t have a slave already, I might’ve kept you around as decoration."

"You’re soaked." he pointed out, to her, as if she didn’t already know, before sliding a single finger inside of her without warning.

[amandatheslave]

Feeling his fingers brush up against her heat, she held her breath, the teasing of it all too much for her. Glancing back at him, she bit down on her bottom lip at his words. Though she didn't know him well, she thought that she wouldn't actually mind being his slave. He seemed good enough, and the protection that being someone's slave offered was too good to pass up. It was too bad, then, that he already had a slave.

She nodded at his words, breath catching in her throat as his finger finally found it's way inside of her. Moaning ever so softly, she gripped onto the bedsheets, preparing herself for what was next.

[amandatheslave]

In the Midnight Hour | Amanda + Talan

[shapiros-blog1]

He quirked one eyebrow at her. She had balls, at least. 

He’d enjoy breaking that part of her down.

"Am I?" he smirked, shaking his head, "Life is unfair." he reminded her, reaching up and sliding his hand into her hair, before holding on to it at the base of her scalp. It was the perfect place to grab her hair - it gave him stern control over the movement of her head, without actually pulling the hair at all. 

[amandatheslave]

Amanda was genuinely surprised that the punishment for speaking out at him hadn't been more than it was. In fact, a slight tug at her hair was literally nothing, especially compared to what other masters had done to her. At this point, all she really wanted was to get fucked. He had gotten her wetter than she had been in a long time, and she didn't know what she would do if he didn't get to it soon.

[amandatheslave]

In the Midnight Hour | Amanda + Talan

[shapiros-blog1]

"I?" he prodded curiously, though his tone was threatening. On the surface, he was asking her what she was going to say. Beneath the surface, he was warning her to choose her words wisely.

[amandatheslave]

Amanda knew immediately that she shouldn't've even uttered a word. But now, she also knew that she had to give him a response, or he would probably be getting it out of her one way or another. Putting on an innocent face, she gave him a cute little pout, hoping that that was something that did it for him. "You're being awfully unfair to me," she told him, voice playing at a little girl's.

[valentino-escobar-deactivated20]

It’s not slavery if I don’t enslave my submissive.

[amandatheslave]

Right, and how exactly do you plan on doing that?

[amandatheslave]

In the Midnight Hour | Amanda + Talan

[shapiros-blog1]

He glanced down, tugging it away entirely & immediately flicking it off, tossing it to the side of the bed as if now bored with it.

"Hm, mm-mm." he shook his head. "Not likely." 

His hands returned to the backs of her legs, not, trailing over arousal-hyped nerves with precarious, educated movements.

[amandatheslave]

Amanda looked up at him and pouted when he took the toy away from her, wondering what that look would do. She was sure he would just push her to look forward again. Why was he so against her looking at him?

"Y-" she stopped herself before she said anything else, knowing that her complaints would get her nowhere.

[amandatheslave]

In the Midnight Hour | Amanda + Talan

[shapiros-blog1]

"Face forward." he reminded her, all of the little, compulsive little pieces of the puzzle he’d put into place at the beginning now starting to click into place with one another, trying to make it as difficult as possible for her to remain in control of herself.

The vibrator slid up a little higher, resting in the crease of her leg, now, dangerously close to her center.

[amandatheslave]

You've got to be fucking kidding me, Amanda thought to herself, but didn't say out loud. She was proud of herself for keeping her cool and not yelling at him about the teasing.

Amanda could feel tension building up in her stomach, and she desperately wanted that vibrator on her to help her out. Using the small amount of wiggle room that she had, and knowing that she could get int trouble, she shifted her body slightly so that he was now holding it exactly where she wanted it to be.

[brielarsonist]