Carmen Addison Desiree Lodge, 20, Middle Mistress 👑 🥊 💎 💄 🏐 🤸♀️ 💋 🛒 🍷 📨 😎 🥤 🎵 --------------------------------------------------------------------- "Stay out of my way and out of my stuff, and we won't have a problem." Hey. I guess you wouldn't be here if you weren't trying to get to know me or figure me out so...I'm Carmen, and I grew up doing pageants and modeling. I also do volleyball and gymnastics, and some MMA for extra exercise. I don't do makeup, hair, or shopping professionally but I like to pretend I do. My hair is brunette but I do like to throw in various amounts of blonde pretty often and occasionally I'll just go full blonde, so be prepared for that and know that you're not hallucinating. I like being a Mistress, however if you're ever looking for just sex or hanging out without the kinks and mark-related pretenses, I'm your girl. I've been told I'm a decent person to talk to about things because I'm loyal and I try not to judge, especially without knowing the whole story. Unless you're a member of the Douche, Dick, and Asshole family, in which case I have little to no sympathy. Other than that, it's usually kinda difficult to get on my bad side. The only surefire way to do it is to mess with someone I care about. If you do that, I can't promise that you won't wake up in a storage container cold, lost, and confused. If you have any questions or inquiries, my ask box is open, my phone is on, and tbh I'll open my door if you knock. ---------------------------------------------------------------- *send an ask or IM for OOC contact.
Hello students of Wellington, my name is Basil Motta and I am your new Yearbook Captain. You will see me on campus, conducting interviews, organising pictures and of course drinking coffee. If you are a member of Yearbook club then I will see you at 4pm on Sunday for our first official meeting, don’t worry I will be contacting all of you beforehand to gain knowledge of your skills ad weaknesses. We’re going to make this year count guys.
Damn. I could be convinced to take photos for yearbook if everyone was as good to look at as you.
You look familiar actually. Your name kinda rings a bell too, and I don’t imagine there are a lot of Basils out there...have we met before or am I just trippin?
Text: That’s okay we don’t have to talk, I just wanted to make sure he wasn’t a douche who objectifies girls who don’t like him. There seems to be more than one of those crawling around this place. Nice taste by the way, he’s cute.
Text: That’s not what I’m saying. I just don’t dish all my thoughts and gush about guys. Not my style. You wanna know something, I’ll tell you. There is, but he’s not one of them. Thank you. He would probably hate to hear that someone thinks he’s cute though. I think he prefers hot or attractive. Or just irresistible, which is pretty much what it he is.
Text: Fair enough. I can talk about more than just guys though, my attention span has grown. I’d talk to you about anything. Ah yes well I’ll keep that in mind the next time I go to compliment his appearance.
“Yeah that probably isn’t a bad idea.” She grabbed a bag of rosè flavored gummies and opened it, thinking maybe the taste would be enough to give her a boost. “My parents did date nights sometimes, they said they needed time away from us kids….maybe this Hunter guy just wants to spend time with you away from like..life.” She looked at the plant and shrugged. “Hey, a house plant is more than flowers. And plants are good for self care what with the fresh oxygen or whatever.” She wasn’t quite sure where she was going with her thoughts, but she had let them flow out anyway. “I don’t think you can make someone like you in a specific way, unless you find a way to manipulate them and then that’s just not the same.” She sat a little bit as a thought came through. “You could always ask him.”
Saffie smiled, the notion that Hunter would want to use his time with her like that was charming. “Yes, his note says something about not wanting the flowers to wither…” She agreed with Carmen’s assessment and agreed that no-one should be made to do anything like that, really. But blushed at her last suggestion “I can’t just ask!” She squeaked “What if he doesn’t know what I mean and it ruins everything?”
Carmen shrugged. “Well maybe we’ve figured it out. Guys are sometimes pretty easy to understand since they’re usually just driven by the wrong head on their body, but with defining a relationship, they’re not as predictable.” She grabbed a blanket and threw it over her lap. “I wonder if they know how annoying they are,” she mused. She chuckled as the other blushed. “You say it like I just suggested you rob a bank. You’re allowed to ask the man a question. Just make an in for yourself, I don’t know, just use what he says or things he’s said in the past to direct the conversation.” She grabbed a can of soda from the table and popped it open taking a sip. “Working things out with your girls is great and usually produces results, but depending on how you look at it, it comes second to asking him. Plus you’ve been living him. If he’s unwilling to discuss your relationship by that point, there’s a problem.” She shrugged. “If he does freak out, you could always put the blame on yourself. If he reacts badly you can say some bullshit like that you tend to fixate on something until you get an answer, or that you sometimes overthink things. He’ll relax knowing his ego isn’t on the line.” She laughed. “One of my friends once since her guy some anonymous questions asking about herself. That worked too. Or you can just go with the flow.”
Text: I wanted to know if you two like each other or if his answer to that ask was him being douchey towards you.
Text: Plus we haven’t had a gossip or talk since we were 13, and you were pretty boring then. I’m technically younger than you so it’s my duty to be slightly nosy and interested in your life anyway.
Text: I like hanging out with him and we have fun together, if that’s what you mean. No, he’s not being a douchebag.
Text: I was thirteen. What did you expect? Yeah, well I’m not really one to gossip.
Text: That’s okay we don’t have to talk, I just wanted to make sure he wasn’t a douche who objectifies girls who don’t like him. There seems to be more than one of those crawling around this place. Nice taste by the way, he’s cute.
I know how each of the main types of tricks work, but I’m not a point where I go trying new things on them without a trainer or at least a good tutorial video. It is fun though, and sexy once you’ve got something down.
It takes a lot of stamina. I don’t know how Pink does it live while still having enough breath to sing.
Text: I wanted to know if you two like each other or if his answer to that ask was him being douchey towards you.
Text: Plus we haven’t had a gossip or talk since we were 13, and you were pretty boring then. I’m technically younger than you so it’s my duty to be slightly nosy and interested in your life anyway.
Carmen waved a hand. “Nah, I don’t think it’s about your sister- it would probably be more apparent and messy if family was part of it.” Her brows scrunched in concentration. “That’s a good question,” she admitted about the dating aspect. “There’s flirting and then dating..and once you get beyond that, I’m not really sure if it means no more dating or if it means dating plus other stuff.” She popped another few chips, letting the salty goodness grease her wheels. “A date is really just like a special…hanging out session, though right? People who are claimed or married or whatever still have special nights out sometimes, don’t they?” She thought about her parents. They’d had a lot of date nights…though whether those nights were spent at candlelight dinner or negotiating shady business deals, she couldn’t be certain. “I don’t think that going on a date is ever a bad thing?”
“I’m going to go speak with her anyway, just in case I can do anything to smooth the whole assignment over for them.” She mumbled slipping down in her seat. “My father didn’t spend a lot of time with my Mother so I’m not sure about special date nights.” She considered what had been said “It’s never…. bad…. but it might not be progressive either? Maybe I shouldn’t try and force progression - he’s the Master maybe he just wants to do everything in his own time? But as a slave if I leave him alone is that the best thing to do? How do you make someone want to love you… more than a potted plant kinda of fondness?”
“Yeah that probably isn’t a bad idea.” She grabbed a bag of rosè flavored gummies and opened it, thinking maybe the taste would be enough to give her a boost. “My parents did date nights sometimes, they said they needed time away from us kids....maybe this Hunter guy just wants to spend time with you away from like..life.” She looked at the plant and shrugged. “Hey, a house plant is more than flowers. And plants are good for self care what with the fresh oxygen or whatever.” She wasn’t quite sure where she was going with her thoughts, but she had let them flow out anyway. “I don’t think you can make someone like you in a specific way, unless you find a way to manipulate them and then that’s just not the same.” She sat a little bit as a thought came through. “You could always ask him.”
Carmen had always hated cooking and making food, so she found it interesting to watch and see what others could do in the kitchen. She would have accompanied a slave to the kitchen no matter what they planned on making, but the unique slave’s dish particularly sounded too cool to miss. She didn’t care all that much what she wore, just that it was something easy to match so she could get going. She checked the school map and made her way to the kitchen in a black and white knit top and black skirt with a large black purse she’d grabbed on the way out. She smiled as Lizard’s bright top came into view. “I like the colors, very fitting for jellybean fruit salad,” she noted as a guard buzzed them in to the kitchen.
Lizard waved when she saw the Mistress approaching. “Thanks, I’m a big fan of anything comfy and colourful.. and an especially big fan of not having to wear that lumpy school uniform.” She added, nodding to herself. Heading into the kitchen she went over towards the fridge and began rummaging, pulling out a few pieces of fresh fruit as well as some fruit juices. “This is probably gonna take a little while because some of it will have to set at some point.” She explained.
Carmen nodded in agreement: she hated wearing the uniform as much as the next person. It’s not fun, it’s not particularly flattering, and it had too many layers for summertime. She hopped up onto a counter near where Lizard was putting the fruit and juices. “I’ll pretend I know what that means!” she declared with a smile being told things would need to ‘set’. “So what was your inspiration for this dish?”
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