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[martamoltenifotografa]

La vita di un fotografo è sempre una novità! Domenica 20 settembre sono stata uno dei fotografi della @strawoman.it a Milano. È stata una super esperienza che mi ha formato ulteriormente come persona e come professionista. Ringrazio chi ha creduto in me! #strawomanmilano2020 #strawoman #10anniversary #weruntheworld #redevents #sportphotography #sportphotographer #sport #running #run (presso Milan, Italy) https://www.instagram.com/p/CFwno_6hyrM/?igshid=1pdq1qz3f3c9f

[juliandrews2004]

Nina Ledesma of Red Events visited the 9th Studios Creative Hub! #the9thstudioscreativehub #the9thstudios #redevents (at Dominion Building) https://www.instagram.com/p/BxxXFi0hS-7/?igshid=1khzaws0832lf

[mon-ami-remi]

Show me

A small, frustrated frown persisted on Remi’s lips as he made his way through the aisles of the grocery store. Nate watched him from the back of the store, a curious tilt to his head as he did so. He’d given Remi a bit of money and a small list of things to get before “leaving" — or at least, he told the boy he left. It was on a whim, really, he was just curious to see how Remi interacted with others when he thought Nate wasn’t around. 

He found that Remi was just as sweet as expected. He worked around others, always keeping his distance and pardoning himself when he thought he was being in the way. However, it was the actual shopping that seemed to be giving Remi trouble. He’d glance at the list, then to the item on the shelf, then to his basket again and again before putting something in. And a few times he went back around the store to revisit shelves of 

After half an hour, Nate approached him with a worried look. “You haven’t finished yet?" he asked, making Remi cringe. He turned around, embarrassment clear on his face. “I’m sorry, I am, I’ll finish really quick." Nate shook his head and went to take the basket from Remi’s hand, glancing down at everything in it. “It’s fine, just… what was taking you so long?"

The boy looked down to his feet, his hands coming together in his old habit of tearing at the delicate skin around his fingernails. As a reflex, Nate reached out to swat at his wrist gently. Thankfully no one was around to see it. “I’m sorry, I probably should have told you before you left. I just usually take a pencil with me when I shop." Nate’s confused look told Remi to go on. “So that I can write down how much everything costs. I can’t keep track of it in my head, and I get really nervous that I won’t have enough money. So I kept double checking, to make sure…"

There were a lot of little quirks like that Remi was embarrassed about — how long it took him to read analog clocks, how he couldn’t estimate distance, and always had to remind himself that “I write with my right hand" when he was following directions. And at this rate, Nate would know a lot of them. The boy offered a shy glance upwards, expecting to see that “V disappoint in you Kitten" look on Nate’s face. Instead he saw a look of adoration. Apparently his little defect was cute to the professor. “You did fine, this is enough, let’s go," Nate said without room to question, turning and taking off at a quick pace to the checkout line. Eager to get home.

[en-gage]

Unzip me

Gage took a step out of the cabin and stretched. He had just spent a long night with Mary and he needed the time to go and have a break. The slave loved what him and his mistress did, but she had a lot more stamina than he did and had a tough time keeping up.

The brunette took a step off of the cabin’s wooden porch and onto the grass. He decided to take a visit to the slave cabin’s to see if he could find his brother. He was feeling guilty after having their last conversation end in an arguement. When he reached the slave area, he knocked on Everett’s door and a master opened it. Gage looked up at the familiar master. The two didn’t know each other well, but he knew that the master’s name was Dane. The master seemed to be a bit tipsy and grabbed Gage’s arm pulling him in and shutting the door.

Gage watched Dane sit on the bed. “Everett. Undress me." he said in a stern tone. Gage knit his eyebrows, “Uh, sir…i’m Gage not Everett" he said to him. The master disregarded what Gage said and repeated what he said, slurring his words slightly. “Everett. Undress me.". The last thing Gage wanted to do was get himself, or his brother in trouble so he went up to the master and began to unbutton his shirt. He pulled the unbuttoned shirt off of the master and fiddled with the master’s belt eventually removing his pants also. 

Before he could get the master’s underwear off, there was a knock on the door and Mary came in. She didn’t seem to be pleased with what she saw and grabbed Gage by the arm and dragged him out of the cabin. However, once he explained to her what happened she was a bit more understanding.

[mon-ami-remi]

Woo me

Remi awoke with a tiny groan and a growing need between his legs.  Dreams like that had been the closest thing to intimacy he’d had back before he’d come to Redwoods, and this had been the first one he’d had since arriving. He shifted to lay on his back, giving Nate a sideways glance to make sure he was still asleep before letting his hand dip down beneath the sheets. His fingertips had barely slipped under his waist band before he paused. 

Dark eyes returned to Nate’s sleeping form. It was a friday night. As far as he knew, Nate wasn’t going to be busy the next day… The boy bit his lip gently, wondering if he should just sneak off to the bathroom. But either way, he’d have to ask for permission. Might as well.

With a deep breath, Remi gave Nate’s shoulder a gentle push so that he rolled onto his back. The Master was just starting to stir when Remi gathered up his courage and moved to climb into his lap. In the dull moonlight Remi could see Nate’s eyes flickering. Before he could say anything Remi leaned down to kiss him, chasing away the final remnants of sleep. 

"Kitten," Nate muttered groggily as the boy sank down to kiss at his jawline. Remi was sure Nate could feel the warmth from his cheeks as he kissed and nipped at his skin. “I have a need," Remi said, hiding against Nate’s neck in partial shame at the cliche. He could feel the rumble in Nate’s neck beneath his lips as he chuckled. “You… you put it on my rules. That I have to tell you when I have needs. Right?" 

"That I did." Remi felt hands coming to grip at his hips gently and his confidence rose. He sat up, dragging his hands down the other’s chest as he did so and managing a sheepish little grin. “Please, Professor?" he piped innocently, letting his hips grind against Nate’s. That was all it took. Remi was pinned within moments and had never been more thankful for the rules tacked up in the kitchen.

[everettstulling-blog]

Cage me

Everett hated this, so damn much. When he arrived, he kept telling himself that he’d be fine. He’d somehow manage to get out of there, and he’d be taking Gage with him. But then Gage got a master, and he actually seemed to like her, so Everett figured he’d be going it alone from then on. None of the masters even seemed to notice him, which he didn’t really mind. It meant more time to himself, to plan his escape, though he still hadn’t figured anything out. And then, one day, one of the masters did notice him. He’d taken an interest in the twin, for whatever reason, and decided to claim him. Everett didn’t like it, but he thought maybe he could adjust if it meant getting free stuff like Gage did. Boy, was he wrong. 

He was brought out of his thoughts when Dane spoke up again, repeating his order. Everett looked up at him from his spot on the floor, kneeling down being about the only command he was willing to obey at this point. He shook his head again. “Fuck no, I’m not doing that.” His reply was greeted with a sharp smack to the cheek, and he turned his head from the force. Instinctively, he brought a hand up to touch his cheek, which was cause for another blow. “What the fuck did I do this time? Jesus christ.” One more hit, and he began moving away from him, sliding back on his knees. “You know exactly what your position is when you’re before me, slave. Hands behind your back, unless I tell you otherwise. And if you speak out of turn again, the punishment will be far worse than the warning I just gave you.” 

Everett kept his eyes lowered now, in too much shock to actually give some sarcastic reply to that. He took deep breaths to keep himself calm as he tried to tune out the master’s words. His master’s words. The thought alone had him cringing, He actually belonged to this creep, and he couldn’t do a damn thing about it. Dane repeated his order one more time, and Everett didn’t really have it in him to protest anymore. He simply rose from his position on the floor and began making his way upstairs. Whatever was waiting for him up there was probably better than whatever he’d end up with if he continued arguing. He just kept taking those deep breaths, hoping to relax himself enough to get through this in a haze.

[amelia-devereaux-blog]

Drunk with me

Amelia’s vision was getting hazy along with her judgement. The small brunette had never been drunk before, but when Abby had suggested that the two had a drink she couldn’t refuse. Abby had presented her with a small bottle of vodka. She had no idea where he friend had gotten it, but the two downed it pretty fast. Now she was sprawled out on the wooden floor of her cabin staring up at the ceiling. She rolled onto her side and watched Abby. “You’re so pretty.” she said. “Like…sooo pretty.” she attempted to touch Abby’s hair but ended up petting the other girl’s face. “Oh sorry.” she said. Amelia grabbed onto her bed and tried to pull herself off the floor, but when she got up she fell right back down. “Nevermind” she muttered to herself.

She rolled back over to face Abby. “You should be a model” she told her friend. “You should…you should…you’re so pretty.” she said, then let out a whine. Amelia buried her face in her hands. “I wish I looked like you.” she admitted, before grabbing onto her bed to try and pull herself up. When she fell back down, she let out a disappointed groan. She rolled back to her friend and hugged her. “I love you.” she said, hugging onto Abby.

[en-gage]

For me - I’ll write about my character giving a gift to yours

Gage opened the door to Mary’s cabin and stretched. He had spent the entire day inside, playing Call of Duty. Half way through his last game, his legs had cramped up so he decided that it was time to go walk around. The boy rubbed his eyes and stepped out onto the cabin porch and shut the door behind him. He hopped down and headed towards his slave cabin to get a sweater he had left in there. Gage spent most of his time with Mary, so he wasn’t familiar with most of the slaves who lived in Redwoods. 

He turned the corner to where the cabins were and saw a young girl sitting outside shivering. Gage jogged over to her. “Are you okay?” he asked, crouching down beside her. She replied that she was cold and it was understandable because it got cold out at night in the woods. He felt bad for her, he was pretty sure she didn’t have a master and if she did it wasn’t a very good one. Most masters kept their slaves warm. Gage excused himself and went into his cabin and got the sweater. He returned back outside and draped it around the girl. She slightly protested,  but he insisted. “Keep it. Slaves have to watch out for each other.” he said with a smile.