#{c;tristan}

[mayorwinters]

private || henri & tristan

@tristyoung

PM: No, seriously. I think I have a great profile for one.

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Tristan, this whole thing smells fishy and you know it.

[mistressmargauxmulloy]

in his hands || punishment summary

WHO: @tristyoung & @subkatz

WHAT: Margaux has Tristan put his money where his mouth is (while indulging Bobbi’s martyrdom)

WHERE: A rented playroom within a D/s studio in New Eden.

WHEN: 05 September 2019 

WATCH OUT: Dissociation

WHY IS THIS POSTED SO LATE?:  Anxiety sucks.  :\

Margaux’s guards bring Tristan and Bobbi to a rented playspace at a downtown D/s studio.  All along the wall are various implements of impact play and bondage, along with various restraining devices.

Margaux, miffed that her genuine offer of charity has been met with such unwarranted vitriol, begins to explain the activity to follow: Tristan’s punishment.  Bobbi, a volunteer, is given a look of disdain.

“No one likes a martyr.”

Since Tristan, a non-dominant with clear emotional issues, is so desperate to actually be a Dominant, Margaux says that she intends to put his money where his mouth is: Tristan will have to punish Bobbi for her martyrdom.  If he does a satisfactory job of it, the punishment is over and the pair are free to leave.  If he fails, intentionally botches the punishment, or refuses, Margaux will punish him personally.

Tristan reluctantly agrees to the terms, and Margaux takes a leather flogger from the arsenal on the wall, placing it into the Switch’s hands.  She then sits on a nearby stool, arms crossed at the chest, silently watching what unfolds.

Bobbi, in rare form (at least, in Margaux’s perspective) does not speak; unless directly spoken too.  She is tired and weary--physically and emotionally, and doesn’t dare push back against the Domme.  Bobbi’s plan is to simply comply, and do this without complaint. She volunteered to take the punishment, this position she finds herself in is entirely her doing; she is aware that she can be a bit of a brat sometimes, perhaps a little childish too, but she’s not stupid.   Her eyes meet Margaux’s as the instructions are given, and her mouth remains tightlipped.  Only nodding in understanding when prompted.

Meanwhile Tristan is going into this Absolutely Horrified.  He does not like having to use a flogger on Bobbi; partly because of who she is, but also because he’s never scened before.  So he’s never used a flogger, let alone seen one used. Gripped with inner terror,  he finally starts, and it’s quickly evident that he’s doing it Wrong and causing Bobbi more pain than necessary. Somehow.  Since he’s incompetent.

Meanwhile, Bobbi tells him to just do it.  Get it over with. Tacitly guiding him through the motions as the steely Domme sits nearby and watches as Tristan slowly unravels.

Tristan continues dealing the strikes but normally loquacious Bobbi hardly makes a sound; the submissive merely bites her lip, occasionally jumping up when the flogger makes contact with her skin.  Margaux frowns at his hesitation.  Put your money where your mouth is, she urges.  

Eventually Tristan surmises that the only way he’ll get through the rest of this punishment is to disassociate.  Suddenly he and Bobbi are each someone else...and this finally triggers a bit of the Dominant headspace for him.  Gradually he grows quieter, more focused and clearly more in control of himself, and while he does not enjoy punishing Bobbi, he cannot ignore the way his body is reacting to a Domination high.  Helped, of course, by this evening being the end of his two weeks right before his next dose of V.  

Inhibitions are a little weaker than normal.  Margaux is pleased with the turn of events.

When it’s all over, Tristain praises Bobbi, who was now in tears.  He’s blubbering and the submissive--acutely aware of Margaux’s proximity, urges Tristan to rein it in.  A quiet: “Stop talking.”

And Tristan finally remembers that Margaux is there and panics.

The Domme, gives Tristan one more look of disdain.  Non-dominant indeed.  She then looks toward Bobbi, a slight smile painting her hawkish face.

“Good girl.”

[genesiscarrow]

@anoriginalsire

“Guess what?” Anastasia was all smiles as she had let herself in upon being accustomed to the place by now. “I have great news. I also brought by something from the grill for you.”

[genesiscarrow]

@anoriginalsire

Upon arriving at the house this time the young witch held up the bag of blue cotton candy and still had the butterfly painted on her cheek. Leaving early was for the purpose of catching up with Tris, naturally, but she was still in a great mood. “You missed out.”

[genesiscarrow]

@anoriginalsire

Despite her conversation with Mateo the young witch had showed up when Tristan called. She failed to see what the big deal was so she had no issue still following the agreement. “Evening, Tristan.”

[genesiscarrow]

@anoriginalsire

After her encounter with Aurora she didn’t hesitate to seek out Tristan. She could stare down a lot of bad situations since being back, but her fear of dying a second time was the overwhelming part. She didn’t even think about what she was doing before she was wrapping her arms around him. She was still trying to calm her nerves. 

[genesiscarrow]

@anoriginalsire

“Afternoon, Tristan.” Ana hoped he was in better spirits than the last few times. Despite her obligation she didn’t mind the vampire’s presence and she was curious about all the little details of time he did have stored in that head of his. “I know you you didn’t call me or anything. I was just stopping by.”

[genesiscarrow]

@anoriginalsire

Anastasia had waited on a call like she was expected. She wasn’t putting any expectations on how things would go either. No sense in it. She knocked on his front door and waited. She swore if her mother could see her now she would be pretty disappointed. Her father though would have admired the bravery and the thought behind her actions. Just don’t think about it, the young witch told herself as she waited for the door to open. “Hey, Tristan..”