𝕧𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕟 // v̶i̶c̶t̶i̶m̶

she spun herself a C R O W N of gold, thrones of bones and citadels. to the DEAF stars she s c r e a m e d: make me QUEEN or i’ll make you bleed. helen myers. 28. mistress slave for a week.

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adelaidekane  Coffee giving me LIFE ☕️

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adelaide kane as wendy in uncanny annie

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“ i’m headed straight for the CASTLE, they wanna make me their  Q U E E N. ”

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Adelaide Kane

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adelaide kane as rebecca bowen in the ones you can’t see

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ayalafox‌:

Ayala approached the girl pouting on the coch and settled down nearby, smoothly crossing her legs.  “You look like you could use a drink,” she hummed.  “Bad night? What’s your poison?”  She waited for the girl’s response, then signaled the bartender to bring it over.  A small smile played on her lips and she chuckled, “I see someone around here has a bit of a schoolgirl kink.”

helen was well aware that she’s acting like a child right now, but she has yet to dissociate from the role that master made her play. he was very much into roleplay and wanted her to completely be in character. when the mistress approached her, the brunette lifted her gaze to look at them as she considered if they were being serious. “ good night. bad night. i could always use a drink. vodka, please, ” she answered with a sigh as she rubbed her temple and leaned back on the booth. “ oh you’ve got no idea. i didn’t realize it was even a kink until they had me dress up as one. ”

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christophercalloway‌:

Christopher had watched the other master strike the woman over and over. For some reason, it looked like the other thought that was working, when it was cleary she was getting more fun out of the experience than the other man was. Some slaves thrived on pain, and in the beginning, he thought she to be a masochist like some others until he overheard some mistress commenting on the fact that she was actually a mistress and that this was only a punishment the devil had forced on her. Somehow that explained a lot of the dynamic he was watching. 

Before Christopher knew what he was doing, he had stopped the other man from hitting her again. “This is not your day… Go play with something more your speed…” The man had turned on Christopher, like he could intimidate him, but was only meet with a far more intimidating look “She is already making a fool out of you…” he spoke quietly, out of some sort of respect for the other’s rank “I’ll hate to see what she can do once that collar come off… so go away before she commits your face to her mind…”. somehow that seemed to work on the other’s and he walked away making sure that everyone understood he was walking before it had been his choice. 

“You don’t want to see how I normally treat the slaves “ he replied matching the same playful tone of hers. Placing her down on in a bed in one of the private rooms he laughed at her question. Not certain if he was laughing more about being called a knight or the fact she said she needed saving. His hand moved to touch over the bruises on her cheek.

“I’m much of a knight as you are a rescuing needed damsel…“.  

helen couldn't really care less about the other master, he has been providing her with some entertainment from some of these boring fucks. at least, he was a boring sick fuck who thought that hitting a girl repeatedly on the face would make her submit. too bad, she enjoyed being slapped around like some piece of meat as much as she enjoyed doing it. nonetheless, she held no ill grudges for the pathetic master who seemed to have some anger issues he really needed to work on. she would have pitied the next slave who would come in contact with her after being blocked by this other master. but honestly, why would she care about someone she doesn't even know?

but this other master who came to her rescue? now, that's intriguing. did he do it out of the goodness of his heart or does he have an ulterior motive? judging by the people she meets in this place, the former wasn't so plausible at all. nonetheless, she rested her head against his broad chest as he carried her to one of the private rooms. " is that so? now, i'm truly curious as to how you normally treat them, " helen remarked with a chuckle as she was set down the bed. trying to play this slave part was a little difficult, not when she didn’t even flinch as he touched her bruised cheek. it would surely heal in a few hours give or take, no injury stays forever. and she’d know that because she’s tried a lot of things to herself. pain could be just as addicting as pleasure at times.

a smirk tugged the corner of her lips at his answer as she propped herself up on her elbow. “ what do you want then? what could you possibly get from saving me from that mean master? ”

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thebrandonclark‌:

Brandon planned to go out for a bit with a slave he had rented, have dinner while the usual boring shows happen in the background, maybe have the slave blow him from under the table, then proceed to go home to fuck her brains out. Typical night, pretty much, until this brunette of a goddess took the stage and began singing, catching Brandon’s attention. He was enthralled by her voice and suddenly, his date faded from his mind.

Which was why when the woman came over and took the slave’s seat by pushing her bag to the floor, he didn’t really care. It wasn’t like the slave could protest unless she wanted a one-way ticket to being punished.

“You can go,” Brandon dismissed the slave who looked dejected as she walked away. “Enjoy it? I loved it,” he replied with a wide smile. “I’ve been coming here for a while now yet I’ve always missed your performances so I’m glad I’ve finally witnessed it.” He extended his hand. “Brandon.”

the other female, which she assumed to be a slave now, returned just to be dismissed by the master. it wasn't even the collar that gave it away, it was their demeanor and the way they couldn't say no to this man. not that she thinks anyone would ever say no to him. not with those smoldering looks and piercing blue eyes.

a perfectly practiced giggle that was in the middle of bashful and flattered paved its way from her lips. “ now, you’re just saying that to make me feel better about it, ” she implied with a playful smirk on her lips. perhaps to extract more compliments from him. she does enjoy being adored and those words of praises does a lot to her self-esteem. “ i’ve been a little busy so it’s the first time in awhile that i’ve performed here. so, this must be your lucky day, ” helen stated just as the bartender set her drink in front of her.

instead of taking his hand, she held her own out for him to kiss as she introduced herself as well. “ helen. i’m sure it’s a pleasure to meet you, brandon. ”

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slaveluka‌:

“i’m in hell for a reason, miss.” he says as though that much should be clear to the other. all the slaves were here for a reason, and it was to be punished for their sins. he was no exception by any means. luka gave no other answer though because he wasn’t in the mood to think of all the reason he believed he deserved what he got. luka took the extended hand, and got up from where he was crouched, the slave rubbed at his puffy tired eyes and slowly put himself together the best he could to spend time with the mistress. “cheer me up?” he questioned, crossing his arms tightly over his bare chest as the pair walked along side one another. “i - i uh…” what cheered him up? he’s been so sad for so long he couldn’t remember what actually brought him joy. “to be away rom everyone else,” he decided to say, glancing around at the room full of people that had him completely uncomfortable. it was a simple request and nothing hard to give him. a change of scenery. 

“ aren’t we all? ” helen retorted in an as a matter of fact tone. nonetheless, she dismissed the conversation at that. neither did she want to go into details as to why she was here in the first place. the past should remain in the past. but like the hypocrite she was, she couldn’t help but wonder why this sad little boy found himself sentenced to such a terrible mark. however, it wasn’t the right time to ask such sensitive questions just yet. the brunette hummed in agreement to his question, still trying to find out herself just what she wanted to do with him. he definitely looked like one of the more behaved ones and as much as she loved breaking others’ spirits, she also loved building the ones who are already broken in the first place. mulling over his answer, she bobbed her head and flashed him a smile. “ then how about one of the private rooms? you could tell me more about yourself there, ” she suggested, phrasing it into a question as if he had a choice even if she has already made up her mind.

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