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Greta Becker. 23. Slave.

[socialitesara-blog]

ooh la la {Greta & Sara}

[gretabecker]

socialitesara:

“Well, I needed someone a bit responsible, and someone who looks great in anything they wear. And I just knew that was you!” She smiled, stepping forward in the line. Her expression dropped when Greta mentioned Carlos. “No. I got official word from the police- he ran away. But that’s his loss. I just have to find another slave.”

“I promise I won’t let you down, Miss Sara,” she replied, already day dreaming about the things she’d get to wear. “I’m sorry about that,” she said. “Are you going to look for him?”

[gretabecker]

mistress-maddox:

“No.” She answered simply, shrugging lightly, “It’s not like you have anything I’ve never seen before.”

She didn’t bother arguing. “Can I help you with something Miss Maddox?” She asked instead, once she was finished dressing.

[gretabecker]

wild-clairebishop:

Claire turned and immediately dropped to the floor to reach under the bed and dragged the shoebox closer.  Digging through the contents quickly to make sure everything was there she sighed in relief.  “I thought the guards found it.”

“Would’ve when they were checking rooms but they skipped me,” she replied, taking a seat on her bed and grabbing the sketchpad she’d found when cleaning some of the employees offices. "You don’t cause trouble and they almost always leave you alone. Everything there?”

[socialitesara-blog]

ooh la la {Greta & Sara}

[gretabecker]

socialitesara:

Sara smiled when she saw how relieved Greta seemed to be. “No way! I’d hope not. The House would be losing serious dollars if they were. C’mon, let’s go check our bags.” She said, wheeling her own luggage to the priority first class line. Sara handed Greta a passport and her ticket, turning to face her in the line. “I hope you don’t mind that I didn’t tell you. I was gonna take Carlos, and I didn’t want to cancel the ticket just because he was an idiot.”

Greta followed the other blonde to a smaller line next to the large general line. “I don’t mind,” she said. And how could she? She was getting to go to Paris! Though she’d never been a big fan of surprises, she couldn’t say that minded this one. “I’m grateful you picked me to come with you,” she said, looking down at the ticket and passport in her name, still a little in disbelief. She frowned when Sara mentioned Carlos, “So he has not returned to your home?” 

[darla-thorpe]

Transaction

Slave’s Name: Greta Duration: 4 days (96 hours) Cost: 100 points Note: I’ll be taking Greta to Paris with me for Fashion Week. Please make sure she has a passport, and some nice clothes. I trust Rosalie to make the right choices for what to pack. 

Certainly, Ms. Richards. Greta will be ready for when you pick her up and assure you that she will be dressed properly and prepared for any and all eventualities. Have a lovely trip and if you wish to spend more time with her, just drop me a message and I will take care of the rest.

[socialitesara-blog]

ooh la la {Greta & Sara}

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socialitesara:

Sara flipped open her travel purse, flicking through her documents for the trip. Tickets, passports, visas, convention passes… Everything was there. Sara looked up when she saw a shadow approach her in the airport, and she smiled. “Surprise! We’re going to Paris!” @gretabecker

Greta had been woken up earlier than usual and told to get ready. She’d been handed some comfortable, but nice clothes, something unusual to her given that she was usually dresses in skirts and dresses to parade around in. “You’re going somewhere,” was all they had said as they put her in one of the house’s vehicles and started driving away from the house. She’d tried to ask questions but they wouldn’t answer and she started to panic, thinking that she was being sent somewhere else again. They pulled up at the airport and they handed her a suitcase, walking her in the direction of the international terminals. It was then that she saw a familiar blonde near the ticket counter. Her words didn’t register for a moment and when they did a blinding smile spread across her face. “Oh my god,” was all she could say at first. “I thought I was being sent away.”

[lilyxxdoe]

Masquerade || Female26 & FSlave27

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lilyxxdoe:

“I hope they’ve been okay for you. I have a lotta points I can use if you want some rentals though.” she offered, and nodded at her question. “Of course that’s okay, really. That sounds delicious.” she admitted. Lily ordered for the two of them and thanked the waiter again. “If you want to crash with me tonight I can let the House know, it’s not the biggest place but I make pretty good breakfast.”

“There haven’t been any problems so far,” Greta replied. “That would be nice, thank you.” She grinned, nodding as the waitress came by again and Lily gave her their orders. “I’d like that, thank you,” she said. “Could I help? I love cooking and I’m pretty good at it.”

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mayaburke:

Maya still had troubles wrapping her mind around the concept but she had also been brought up in a way that allowed her to accept every opinion. And just because the system didn’t work for her, didn’t mean that others couldn’t adjust to such a lifestyle. A part of her even admired Greta for her strength and she nodded, glad to have things a bit more clarified, to help her understand. “I see, I guess people are more verbal about their dislike for the system that it never really occurred to me that some like it too. And I am not referring to the ones who request the service of the House but those living in it. It’s good that you found a place you feel like you belong. In the end that’s the only thing that counts; which is your happiness.”

“I try to make the best of my situation,” Greta said simply. She didn’t think she belonged the house with other slaves. There were a lot of things and feelings she kept to herself. She wasn’t stupid, speaking out meant punishment. Meant being labeled a troublemaker. It made things more difficult. She was smart, she knew how to play the game. 

[gretabecker]

lilith-danceswith-thedevil:

“Well, that I can relate upon…My Mistress saved me from being injected with all kinds of drugs and being lay their for wealthy men to do with as they pleased….She saw my spark and actually ignited it rather than trying to suppress it like others.” she nodded, then tilting her head. “Well time will tell on it, gives me time to perfect my speech.”

Originally posted by evadaily

"Masters and mistresses like that are rare to find,” she agreed. Greta laughed, “I’m sure you’ll have a lot to say.”

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fifixdixon:

“Touche.” Sofia shrugged nonchalantly. A slave with manners and respect could be used. A smart slave could be used, mostly because she had no choice about the matter anyway. “It might be extra smart of you to impart some wisdom on to your fellow slaves,” she continued, “don’t you think?”

“Isn’t that what you and the other trainers are for, Miss?” Greta replied. What other slaves did wasn’t really her problem. She helped if people were hurt and back in the house, she kept mostly to herself. “I’m just a slave, who is to say that’d listen to my anyway.”

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rosaliexthorpe:

Rosalie nodded in understanding. Despite loathing the system she was very well aware that the concept of being taken care of was incredibly appealing. At times, she even longed for it herself, a thought –that whenever it crossed her mind– made her doubt everything she claimed to believe it. She was an imposter, at least that was how she felt sometimes. “Have you met someone like that here yet? Someone with whom you could imagine being together?” Rosalie asked, even though she knew in the end she’d most likely have no say in who claimed her and it would only be with immense luck that the person she wanted to be with would buy her before anyone else did.

She liked Rosalie, the woman seemed quietly defiant against how the city ran and the very business she had a hand in working in. Maybe it was because her family had strong ties to it. Either way she was kind and that was more than enough for the blonde to like her. Greta shook her head, “Nope. Not yet.” She wasn’t quick to trust people, she’d seen slaves trip over themselves when any one master or mistress showed them kindness, only for their true horrific colors to come out later. So she was careful, never really getting close to any one master or mistress at one time. Keeping her options open - or as open as she could in her position. 

[gretabecker]

lillianxwalker:

Lillian nodded, “Of course, anything you might need.” she promised, wanting to see the young girl happy. Glancing down the hall she chuckled, “If that is what you want, I can give you advice that’s worked for me. But I meant more like rentals, if you wanted them.”

“Oh, I’ll listen to any advice you have to give me,” Greta replied. “What are the masters and mistresses in Sterling like?” 

[gretabecker]

socialitesara:

To Sara, holding Greta’s head in place made all of the difference. Her pleasure heightened with a heavy, wanton moan, feeling pressure build in her abdomen with every thrust and lick. “God, Greta, that’s it. Right there!”

She switched, sliding her fingers out and moving her mouth low, teasing her opening with her tongue. She pinched her clit between her slick fingers, humming when she heard Sara’s free and loud moans.

[gretabecker]

artistroseism:

Annette walked towards Queen Burger with Greta enjoying that she’d have some company for lunch and enjoying more that she could get her away from the house for a bit. “I wish you could have come under different circumstances” she admitted offering her a soft smile. She opened the door and held it open for her “I heard the food here is amazing”

“Trust me, Miss Annette I came from worse circumstances. Believe it or not, Sterling has, at least so far, been pretty tame by comparison,” she said candidly. She walked through the door of some place called Queen Burger and grinned, “I can’t remember the last time I had this kind of food.”

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wild-clairebishop:

“Oh shut up.  Nothing I haven’t seen before.”  She didn’t really even spare the other woman a glance, giving her a very small portion of the privacy she apparently wanted while also just barging right in and digging through the drawers on the other side of the room.  “This used to be my old room.  I can’t find something and I think I might have left it in here.”

Greta rolled her eyes, wanting to say that it wasn’t the point but knew it was futile to argue Claire. They’d be going in circles. She pulled on the skirt she was given to wear as she spoke. “Shoebox under the bed, all the way against the wall. I found some stuff in the room. Didn’t give it to anyone in case someone came back for it,” she told her. 

[gretabecker]

ellen-summersx:

“Well, thats praise indeed…Ain’t no one wanting to hear that people have been throwing up after their food. I’m sure you’re talented at it, I mean my idea of fancy cuisine and good eating is Poptarts on a bed of Lucky Charms.”

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“I’ve never had either of those things,” she said, shrugging her shoulders.

[gretabecker]

lolabxrke:

“Not if it means I get to see tiddies.” Lola teased, wearing a stupid grin on her face as she stood at the door.

Greta huffed, “You have to rent me to see these.” She said, pulling her shirt down and finishing getting dressed. “Can I help you with something?” She asked.