TASK
Journals from early early years.... Thoughts on future self.
Faceclaims, Kid Cudi – James, Scott Cohen –
She does not attempt to cover herself up. She is proud of her uniform; the requirement of nudity. Nich is a beautiful tan skinned and brown eyed amazon woman of 25. She loves her lifestyle; every day and every moment, even when she gets angry. She loves the roller coaster ride. She loves that every moment is an addictive high. She loved that her servitude makes her feel like royalty. She loved the way Dominants would look at her. She craves it, her body a molten volcano always ready to erupt in orgasms by rough and intimate touch. She loved it especially when it was the hands of James, the Master of the house she served at. The Aphrodisiac Society of Kink (TASK) is James’ heart and soul. He puts everything into the club and it’s become a beautiful place, with almost 500 members. He said he wants to keep it a private affair, but that didn’t last long once the bills piled up.
The interior of TASK was majestic. The walls were lined up with books and paintings. Some were erotic, some were classics. The floor was a soft red carpet. The lighting was always soft and intimate, yet dark and intimidating. The grand table in the dining hall was a polished mahogany wood. It was the centerpiece of the room and it sat 30 people.
Nich had to serve drinks tonight. She brought a glass of red wine to Lady Lillian, a very voluptuous blonde of 30 something. She feels someone is staring at her from across the table. She knows she is not allowed to look into the eyes of the guests, but for a brief moment she disregards the rule. She turns her gaze to a pair of dark green eyes. (Scott Cohen) He observes her carefully and gives her an almost undetectable smirk. The entire scene plays out within James’ vision. Nich meets James’ gaze and her eyes go wide with horror.
The windows were slightly frosted over and she could see her own breath. She looked into his face and saw his age, she really came to the conclusion that she wouldn’t be in some world where it was all romance. She was in a world where she was too young and acted too old. She was too self-aware and too self-accomplished. She was too thought-provoking and asked toom nay questions. She had a hard time listening to anybody she felt had no say and she was mean. She felt she knew it all, and she had too much of a brain on her. She wanted to become better and this man in front of her, who was just waking and yawned. His morning breath clouded her and she smiled. She thought he was so imperfect that it made her staisfied. She wanted someone who was a little broken, but well ajusted enough to not bcome dependent completely on someone else. He could live without her and he could very happily live with her. But he wasn’t so perfect that he couldn’t sleep in front of her and had to stand up straight at every moment of the day. She didn’t want some Edward Cullen. She wanted a man, a real man that she could rely on and trust. They met each others eyes and they could read each others mind. She knew he was thinking about all the work he had to do, but how miuch he wanted to stay here and just lie with her. If he could ust stay with her for the whole day,. He would be the happiest man alive.
He set out the candles just as she liked them. Smelling of lavender and a musk she could never really describe. It smelled like him in the evenings when she’d touch his chest; perfectly hairy and comfortable, and especially warm. The music was lovely, exotic Stateless. Chris James had the most relaxing voice. It put her in the mood. He had an old movie on mute. It was a 1960’s classic, her favorite kind with Elizabeth Taylor. She couldn’t really enjoy it because she was tied to the bed in a soft silk-like rope and he was right in front of her, blocking the view. He was wearing jeans. Sometimes he’d do that, refuse to show her his body. It wasn’t that he was ashamed of it, but she liked the tease. He knew she hated the feel of jeans when she was trying to relax. She got a quick glance of the movie. There were elephants and African dancers. Elizabeth’s love interest was handsome… There was a burning across her face. He had slapped her to knock her out of her trance. She tried to move, but wasn’t able to due to his weight right on top of her. “Sir, will you touch me?” He crossed his arms over his chest.
Oh how she loved his arms. Strong, and big. Shit, she could have an orgasm just looking at him. But not really. She wanted more. She tossed her head back into the pillow.
She looked back at him. “Please, Please. Pleasy, Please.” She joked.
“Alright.” He smiled. Then grabbed the blindfold and put it on her.
“No!” She protested lightly, then pouted. “That’s not what I meant.”
Faceclaims:::
Kid Cudi – James
Scott Cohen –
She does not attempt to cover herself up. She is proud of her uniform; the requirement of nudity. Nich is a beautiful tan skinned and brown eyed amazon woman of 25. She loves her lifestyle; every day and every moment, even when she gets angry. She loves the roller coaster ride. She loves that every moment is an addictive high. She loved that her servitude makes her feel like royalty. She loved the way Dominants would look at her. She craves it, her body a molten volcano always ready to erupt in orgasms by rough and intimate touch. She loved it especially when it was the hands of James, the Master of the house she served at. The Aphrodisiac Society of Kink (TASK) is James’ heart and soul. He puts everything into the club and it’s become a beautiful place, with almost 500 members. He said he wants to keep it a private affair, but that didn’t last long once the bills piled up.
The interior of TASK was majestic. The walls were lined up with books and paintings. Some were erotic, some were classics. The floor was a soft red carpet. The lighting was always soft and intimate, yet dark and intimidating. The grand table in the dining hall was a polished mahogany wood. It was the centerpiece of the room and it sat 30 people.
Nich had to serve drinks tonight. She brought a glass of red wine to Lady Lillian, a very voluptuous blonde of 30 something. She feels someone is staring at her from across the table. She knows she is not allowed to look into the eyes of the guests, but for a brief moment she disregards the rule. She turns her gaze to a pair of dark green eyes. (Scott Cohen) He observes her carefully and gives her an almost undetectable smirk. The entire scene plays out within James’ vision. Nich meets James’ gaze and her eyes go wide with horror.
The windows were slightly frosted over and she could see her own breath. She looked into his face and saw his age, she really came to the conclusion that she wouldn’t be in some world where it was all romance. She was in a world where she was too young and acted too old. She was too self-aware and too self-accomplished. She was too thought-provoking and asked toom nay questions. She had a hard time listening to anybody she felt had no say and she was mean. She felt she knew it all, and she had too much of a brain on her. She wanted to become better and this man in front of her, who was just waking and yawned. His morning breath clouded her and she smiled. She thought he was so imperfect that it made her staisfied. She wanted someone who was a little broken, but well ajusted enough to not bcome dependent completely on someone else. He could live without her and he could very happily live with her. But he wasn’t so perfect that he couldn’t sleep in front of her and had to stand up straight at every moment of the day. She didn’t want some Edward Cullen. She wanted a man, a real man that she could rely on and trust. They met each others eyes and they could read each others mind. She knew he was thinking about all the work he had to do, but how miuch he wanted to stay here and just lie with her. If he could ust stay with her for the whole day,. He would be the happiest man alive.
He set out the candles just as she liked them. Smelling of lavender and a musk she could never really describe. It smelled like him in the evenings when she’d touch his chest; perfectly hairy and comfortable, and especially warm. The music was lovely, exotic Stateless. Chris James had the most relaxing voice. It put her in the mood. He had an old movie on mute. It was a 1960’s classic, her favorite kind with Elizabeth Taylor. She couldn’t really enjoy it because she was tied to the bed in a soft silk-like rope and he was right in front of her, blocking the view. He was wearing jeans. Sometimes he’d do that, refuse to show her his body. It wasn’t that he was ashamed of it, but she liked the tease. He knew she hated the feel of jeans when she was trying to relax. She got a quick glance of the movie. There were elephants and African dancers. Elizabeth’s love interest was handsome… There was a burning across her face. He had slapped her to knock her out of her trance. She tried to move, but wasn’t able to due to his weight right on top of her. “Sir, will you touch me?” He crossed his arms over his chest.
Oh how she loved his arms. Strong, and big. Shit, she could have an orgasm just looking at him. But not really. She wanted more. She tossed her head back into the pillow.
She looked back at him. “Please, Please. Pleasy, Please.” She joked.
“Alright.” He smiled. Then grabbed the blindfold and put it on her.
“No!” She protested lightly, then pouted. “That’s not what I meant.”
She disagreed with him a lot today. She just wanted to listen to Lana del Rey and look at him. They sat at a diner. Cindy brought her a slice of apple pie, he gave her a certain look that clearly stated that she was not allowed to have sweets until he decided differently. This was not a recent rule. If it was “cheating” or something against her normal diet, she would need to have permission. Today she didn’t care, she wanted to savor her rebellious actions. She moaned while putting the spoon of apple filling into her mouth. He looked at her with a devilish smirk. This might seem to anybody a normal smirk, but she would be stupid to just think that. Tonight, she’d hate him. He would torture her until she’s in her corner crying, only to be embraced by his love once again. And after that night, things would regenerate itself into what they were accustomed to as a normal relationship once again. But right now, they were still at that diner table, while she was enjoying her apple pie right in front of his eyes. In plain view, he was proud that she did not hide anything; she wanted him to see everything in plain view. He took her exactly how she was, and happily molded her. He was thinking about slapping her until she might slip the safe word. He wanted her to beg.
