Thalia Moore

A Stranger To Myself

[macrolit]

“We don’t like to admit it, but the idea of losing control is one that fascinates controlled people such as ourselves more than anything.”

— Donna Tartt, The Secret History

[emmanuelxreyes]

Something New || Thalia&Eman

[emmanuelxreyes]

Thalia had always been good about appreciating, or at least speaking like she appreciated, what privileges he allowed her. He gave a small nod of approval when she thanked him. His eyes traveled unashamed over her long body while she washed her hair, and he listened both to her words and her thoughts while she answered him.

He raised an eyebrow at her when he heard her thoughts about quitting her job. She was a good worker, and he had no intentions of letting her quit. He already had an idea of the fun he would have with her during this rental, but that gave him an even better idea. “I have been keeping busy. My courses and the club keep me plenty occupied. I have not had as much time as I would like though, to have some fun rentals. That is why I was glad to steal you away for a few days.”

Emmanuel waited for her to finish getting cleaned up and gestured for her to step out of the shower. He handed her a fresh towel and walked out of the bathroom, “I will get your outfit.” he said simply. He returned a moment later with a delicate chain leash with a clamp on the end, two smaller clamps with bells jingling off the ends, and a large leather cuff. “Arms behind you.” he instructed, and used the leather cuff to bind her arms loosely wrists to elbows behind her. “These seemed like your style.” he mused as he rolled her nipples between his fingers before securing the clamps and jingling the small bells. “And this is for the trip we are taking together.” he explained, and reached down with a smirk to attach the clamp and leash to her clit.

Emmanuel had been a part of her life for as long as she had been attending this school. He was her first teacher, her first boss, perhaps even her first rental. It scared her that his voice sometimes replaced the voice of her own family sometimes. Whilst in some ways she had become accustomed to him, in others, she knew, she would never be able to fully relax in his presence.

Thalia was too occupied with her own thoughts to fully listen to Emmanuel’s response but she knew what was expected of her as the towel was handed to her. By the time he returned, she was clean and dry and ready to be dressed and used – ‘dress’ being a loose term in this household. Thalia managed to suppress the frown but her disapproval must have been obvious still. With each passing year, she was granted less and less fabric. Soon, he will expect me to remain naked at all times… But the redhead did as she was told, folding her arms behind her back, arrogance and stubbornness discarded, naked in more than one way. This was where she always ended up. No matter what she claimed or how she felt, in the end, she had to bow to his authority, just like anyone else. “My arms are still a little sore from earlier”, Thalia admitted, hoping that he would take the hint. She moaned first when Emmanuel twisted her nipples and then more loudly as the cold metal tightened around the same spot. Her breasts had always been the most sensitive part of her body, only second to… “No, please!” The bells jingled alarmingly as she stepped away from him. Her cheeks reddened though it was uncertain whether her instincts, the bells, or the fear of his reaction was the cause. “I mean I never wore… Just, please don’t, Master. You can be certain I will behave”

[thaliaxmoore]

Emmanuel had been a part of her life for as long as she had been attending this school. He was her first teacher, her first boss, perhaps even her first rental. It scared her that his voice sometimes replaced the voice of her own family sometimes. Whilst in some ways she had become accustomed to him, in others, she knew, she would never be able to fully relax in his presence.

Thalia was too occupied with her own thoughts to fully listen to Emmanuel’s response but she knew what was expected of her as the towel was handed to her. By the time he returned, she was clean and dry and ready to be dressed and used – ‘dress’ being a loose term in this household. Thalia managed to suppress the frown but her disapproval must have been obvious still. With each passing year, she was granted less and less fabric. Soon, he will expect me to remain naked at all times… But the redhead did as she was told, folding her arms behind her back, arrogance and stubbornness discarded, naked in more than one way. This was where she always ended up. No matter what she claimed or how she felt, in the end, she had to bow to his authority, just like anyone else. “My arms are still a little sore from earlier”, Thalia admitted, hoping that he would take the hint. She moaned first when Emmanuel twisted her nipples and then more loudly as the cold metal tightened around the same spot. Her breasts had always been the most sensitive part of her body, only second to… “No, please!” The bells jingled alarmingly as she stepped away from him. Her cheeks reddened though it was uncertain whether her instincts, the bells, or the fear of his reaction was the cause. “I mean I never wore… Just, please don’t, Master. You can be certain I will behave”

[jamesdonovanxlust]

James had woke up early and gone for a run. He worked up a bit of a sweat. When he finally decided to cool down he found himself near the dorms and wanted to see if anyone was up. Maybe hop in the showers with them. As he made his way down he heard the showers on and went in to see who it was. And a wide grin spread across his lips seeing that it was Thalia. "Went for a run and heard a pretty voice. How come you never sing in my shower?"

[thaliaxmoore]

For perhaps the first time, Thalia was not excited to see James. Her cheeks flushed bright red, her eyes averted, her mind desperately seeking for a sensible excuse. “I-“ She knew damn well that she had no talent for song. And how stupid had she been to think that nobody would hear? It was lucky that it was only James who noticed this time. “It’s embarrassing… Let's not speak of it”

[westeroes]

female awesome meme: [2/20] inspiring female celebrities — sophie turner  “There’s this expectation for actresses to look good all the time, which is not what being an actress should be, it should be about playing a role. So why should all actresses have to be stick-thin and look beautiful all the time?”

[handsonluc]

“Can’t say I was prepared for this,” he replied, off-handedly gesturing to their surroundings. Though maybe that was partially his fault, perhaps he’d overlooked all of the obvious red flags because he needed something good for once. Of course the cushy, well-paying, island job had some sort of catch. Why wouldn’t it? “Though I suppose I don’t really got much to complain about, do I?” Luc’s eyes dropped to the woman’s neck as he absentmindedly rubbed at his own, as if confirming that there wasn’t a collar secured around it. “Just shifters,” he admitted. “Wasn’t much of anything else where I’m from. ‘Least not any that I knew of.. But I suppose I’m not all that surprised by the rest of it.” Luc didn’t think much about Thalia’s line of questioning, and chalked it up to a pretty girl taking a little bit of interest in him. Which was more than welcome in his book. He’d been having a bit of a dry spell since arriving at the island. “When you watch a man turn into a bear, witches and vampires don’t seem all that far-fetched anymore. What about you? You seem to be takin’ all of this in stride. You grow up around supernaturals?” The word sounded odd coming out of his mouth, like he was still getting used to the idea of it all. “I’m sure you’re right. I’ve made it this far without gettin’ torn to shreds, I’ve probably got another few good decades in me.” Luc let out the slightest, little chuckle at the irony of her sentence. “How about you let me worry about what is and isn’t fair?” The woman was a grown adult with no real control over her own autonomy, letting her pick what they did for the next few hours was literally the least he could do. “Well will you look at that? You’re able to make decisions all by yourself, who would’ve thought?” It wasn’t meant to sound like he was making fun of her. Luc wasn’t the type to poke fun at someone that didn’t honestly deserve it. He just had a strange way of poking fun at things that didn’t particularly rub him the right way, like the whole master/slave thing, for one. It was easier to make fun of their situation than to face the gravity of it all. “Tired of you? I could listen to you talk all day, gorgeous. Lead on, I am at your mercy.”

[thaliaxmoore]

“I think you can prepare for this, even if you read about it before”, Thalia admitted. She had not seen any advertisements or brochures from the school but knew that no A5 leaflet could ever capture the complexity of this system. His – probably rhetorical – question made her hesitate. “I don’t know… do you?” Thalia didn’t think she had much to complain about but her fellow slaves still did on an almost daily basis. “I’ve been with many Masters but I don’t think I ever understood what it would really be like to be one” A faint blush covered her cheeks as she said so, unsure if this amount of information was considered oversharing. Luc already offered her – a stranger – a meal and some refuge from the cells. The last thing he needed was to hear her waffle on about the island dynamics.

However, she was relieved excited that he took in interest in her beyond the usual small talk. “It was similar for me, actually. I grew up among demons. Succubi and… Well, my father is an incubus” Thalia paused for a moment to watch his reaction. Her many years of telling this story made her realize that this set-up was unusual. “I am human, however. But that meant I wasn’t in touch with many other humans. All the guests we had were demons too”

Thalia burst out into a giggle as Luc complimented her for making an actual choice. It was strange how easily the island made you forget that you had some forms of autonomy. Luc was like a wave of fresh air that burst into her bubble and she hoped that the school wouldn’t change him much. “You don’t know that yet”, she pointed out with a smile. “But I hope you’re here to find out. Do you like burgers?”

[dark-sirenparis]

Paris noticed everything. It was something his students often joked about, until he was critiquing the details in sculpture, what was wrong with their hands, or how the tendons they were trying to highlight were a centimeter off from where they should have been on the human body, or the delicate intricacies of the wrinkles in hands. All that to say nothing went past him - even if it took him awhile to acknowledge. "What every master wants to hear," he said, somewhat flippantly before beckoning her over with his finger. "Come along now." He expected her to follow as he climbed the stairs of the basement, out to the light of day, as he headed into the nearby gardens. "So, elaborate for me - you're not like what usually?"

[thaliaxmoore]

Thalia did not recognize the Master but the confidence with which he spoke and took her away with indicated that he was at least familiar with the system here. Perhaps in the future she would learn that he was related to other Masters she had been with in the past, such as Dmitri or Selene. His comment felt like a miniature cut – painful at first but easy to recover from. “And what would you like to hear instead?”, the red-haired slave returned the question in a sudden moment of boldness and curiosity. His harshness gave her a bit of comfort. At least she thought she would know what to expect from this type of Master. “I mean… I usually don’t complain so much, not like this. It must be all the new changes that are getting to me”, she admitted. “I am very well behaved normally”

[feelings-fortilly]

"It's just hair," she commented with a shrug. "It'll grow back. Besides, you can always dye it a second time." Tilly's heat tilted to the side, looking at the girl's hair. "On a second though, apparently redheads have a harder time maintaining color. At least, that's what my hairstylist told me when I went red." Blondes were alright with it. The question made her feel so complimented, and she smiled. Typically she'd follow up with a little twirl or something to show off an outfit, but she didn't have much pride in her current closet. She was slowly going to build it back up, even if it killed her. Even if... oh god, even if she had to work for it. "I am," she said, proudly. "But I've always really enjoyed it. I modeled before, so I've been a dress up doll for others - I figured it was time to be the one dressing." She'd still practice on her own, using herself as the model. Tilly browsed through more clothes, keeping closer to the girl, on the other side of the rack, as they conversed. "Well, now's the time to figure out what you like," she told her, somewhat absently, but the following sentences were the ones that really caught her attention. "What do you mean, no other humans?" she asked, leaning forward so slightly. "Isn't it usually the opposite?"

[thaliaxmoore]

“Just hair?” Thalia felt stupid for repeating the words, but couldn’t stop herself in time. Her appearance had utmost importance at home. Her family had made her believe that this was the only thing she was good at – apart from pleasing others, for which you had to be beautiful to be appealing. If she had uttered such a phrase at home, they would have locked her up for weeks. “I thought everyone cared about their hair. Girls at least” A nervous smile crept over her face. Thalia had slowly escaped the vicious circle of self-limiting beliefs but never quite stopped believing the truths within them. Maybe she could be more than simply being pretty, but did that mean that appearances weren’t important? She ran a hand through her hair. “I’d look like everyone else if my hair wasn’t so distinctly red”, she admitted quietly. The other did not seem to mind her vulnerability and Thalia was in fact glad that she still took an interest. She had never been to therapy. Talking to others was what helped her the most. “My father was an incubus and I lived with his family. So, I was the only human in the household and their guests were usually demons too”

Thalia enjoyed the other girl’s openness and excitability. It made her feel like they had known each other for a little while. “That’s amazing”, she beamed. “It seems like you’ve known what you wanted to do for a while and it worked out!” That was unusual, even among her human classmates. “But…” Her head cocked to the side as she thought of the obvious question. “Why did you come here? You must have had so many schools to choose from?”

[emmanuelxreyes]

Something New || Thalia&Eman

[emmanuelxreyes]

Emmanuel didn’t think this rental was anything more severe or intense than other rentals he’d done, but then again perhaps knowing he could inflict whatever damage he wanted was making him more reckless with her. He didn’t want to damage the slave’s beautiful body, nothing too bad anyway, when she had always been so obedient for him.

He moved his hands over her, massaging her shoulders, arms, then breasts to lather the body wash. His hands traveled down her abdomen and over sides, down over her hips. The djinn drank in her humiliation and fear while he did so, enjoying every bit of it. “Alright, I will let you finish on your own, but I am going to watch.” he said with a smile, and undid the bindings holding her arms behind her.

“Tell me, what have you been up to since we last spent time together? Have you been staying out of trouble?” he asked curiously. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and leaned against the doorway of the shower to watch her.

In the many years that she was forced to know Emmanuel, he did not seem to have changed very much. The mind games, the taunting, even the open abuse of her body did not surprise Thalia in the slightest. She couldn’t even remember at what point she stopped trying to escape his touches. And therefore, she let the man wash and fondle her body in silence.

The slave gasped slightly as Emmanuel undid the binding on her arms. She stretched her arms slowly, waiting for the numbness to pass. Her movements were slow and a little clumsy even, as if she was figuring out how to move her arms for the first time again. “Thank you, Master”, she whispered regardless and began to rub some shampoo into her hair. Thalia closed her eyes to enjoy the oriental scent the liquid gave off, hoping in vain to forget the presence of her boss and Master.

“Of course, Master” She did not have to lie about this part. It always took substantial effort for her to break a rule, something she’d only done once to earn some private time with a guard. “I’ve only been going to classes and to work, as you know” Thalia cringed at the thought of work. One of her plans for today had been to quit once and for all. Glancing over at Emmanuel, however, she already knew this wasn’t going to happen. Another time… “I have also been meeting with other Masters… And you?”

[thaliaxmoore]

In the many years that she was forced to know Emmanuel, he did not seem to have changed very much. The mind games, the taunting, even the open abuse of her body did not surprise Thalia in the slightest. She couldn’t even remember at what point she stopped trying to escape his touches. And therefore, she let the man wash and fondle her body in silence.

The slave gasped slightly as Emmanuel undid the binding on her arms. She stretched her arms slowly, waiting for the numbness to pass. Her movements were slow and a little clumsy even, as if she was figuring out how to move her arms for the first time again. “Thank you, Master”, she whispered regardless and began to rub some shampoo into her hair. Thalia closed her eyes to enjoy the oriental scent the liquid gave off, hoping in vain to forget the presence of her boss and Master.

“Of course, Master” She did not have to lie about this part. It always took substantial effort for her to break a rule, something she’d only done once to earn some private time with a guard. “I’ve only been going to classes and to work, as you know” Thalia cringed at the thought of work. One of her plans for today had been to quit once and for all. Glancing over at Emmanuel, however, she already knew this wasn’t going to happen. Another time… “I have also been meeting with other Masters… And you?”

[handsonluc]

Luc shared her chuckle when she informed him that the rowdier residents would be keeping them busy. “This place is kind of a shit-show, huh?” It was more of a question than anything. Luc was certain that what he’d seen thus far paled in comparison to some of the more “exciting” days on the island. And while he was less than eager to find out for himself, he also wasn’t keen on being blindsided. “Yeah, seems like it,” for the most part. It wasn’t exactly a lie. He did seem human, most of the time. It was probably safer for both of them if Thalia wasn’t privy to too much about the shifter. People might see them out together and assume she knows more about them than she does. Call him paranoid, but it was the right call. “Wouldn’t have offered it if I did, gorgeous.” Luc wasn’t one to do things that they didn’t want to, and really, what better use was there for his time than to try to seduce the island’s residents? If there was one, he sure as fuck couldn’t think of it. “That’s me, just your regular ol’ upstanding citizen or whatever.” For a brief moment, Luc could’ve sworn he felt worry. Not the kind he felt for himself, that sort of paranoia lived inside him all of the time. This was different, for someone other than them. Part of him wanted to tell her that he wasn’t all she thought he was cracked up to be, that even people that seemed nice could be dangerous. But just as quickly as the thought had occurred to him, he shut it down. Since when were they the kind of condescending asshole that went around telling people who they should or shouldn’t trust? Thalia was a big girl, she didn’t need him around to figure shit out for her, she could do that herself. “Luc, it’s a pleasure.” Trying to mask the sudden shift in his mood with a smile, the bear shifter grabbed his tool bag and stood up. “Well, gorgeous, the world’s yours. Sort of…. What do you want to do with your time?”

[thaliaxmoore]

The smile barely left Thalia’s face – something she would ponder and be embarrassed about later. “Oh, I don’t have to tell you…”, she trailed off, only to find her eyes searching for his again moments after. “I always thought the Masters were more prepared for it, however. I hope it hasn’t been too much of a surprise?” Having 4 years under her belt, she had seen and participated in unthinkable acts. But like many others, she had grown to survive and thrive in this alternative society. The fact that she had never experienced ‘normal’ likely helped with the transition.

Regardless, his reaction made even more sense when he admitted to being human. “Oh my… That must be… What is it like? Did you know about the supernatural before?” The words were blurted out, mostly. It was probably rare for a human to be so interested in their own species. Thalia was an exception to the rule. “Then it is true in the most literal sense. There aren’t many like you here” Her soft smile made another appearance. “But don’t let that scare you. You’ll be fine, I’m sure” – And she would be too.

The earlier complaints were long forgotten. The day had turned out far better than it first seemed. Not only was she able to spend time with a Master after all, but this one was kind, witty and skilled all at once. And maybe he could tell her about the other, wider world outside. “I can decide? That doesn’t seem fair…”, Thalia admitted. “We could grab a bite to eat and if you’re not tired of me by then, maybe I can show you some places around the island. I’ve been here for a long time”

[byronxmarkusxchristiansen]

Markus had been out exploring the new cells. He was a little curious as the other half lived. These were certainly a few steps up from the dark and gloomy cells they had once been. he had to know how the slaves lived in general so he could know how to entice them more to come to him. He was inside of a cell looking at it when he heard someone launching into a bit of a tirade about being stood up by whoever it was. Curiosity getting the better of him he made his way out and around to see who it was. "oh I'm certain you did not look like a fool." Markus said looking the woman over. "I'm sure said master looked the fool to stand you up. You could be lead naked by leash through the campus and not look foolish. I'm sure the only looks would be of envy." he said simply leaning against the cell wall looking at her. "So as a foolish master forced you to waste your free hour I'll take you out."

[thaliaxmoore]

Thalia smiled to herself, but remained unconvinced. “Nobody looks good being discarded”, she argued quietly but not without caution. Here she was presented with another conflict: To stand her point or to leave a good impression on this Master? As much as being stood up wasn’t a good luck, being strong-willed and resentful wasn’t much better. These were unladylike and very un-slave-like traits. “But I appreciate the pick-me-up”, the girl therefore added politely.

It seemed that her manners were paying off much sooner than expected. Thalia’s eyes widened a bit in disbelief, the words leaving her momentarily speechless. “Really?” It shouldn’t have meant so much. Like the other man, she did not know this Master. But being chosen for something? That felt good. “That is so very kind, Sir”

[ste-white]

Ste closes his book and offers her a sympathetic smile, her words were understandable, especially when you didn't know who would be the one on the other side of the cells door. "Who said you should be happy?" He shakes his head, moving to stand up and rest against the frame of his cell entrance. "Nothing wrong with a ramble now and again, but isn't it better to be stood up than stuck with someone cruel?" Ste asks with a small shrug.

[thaliaxmoore]

“I don’t know… They do?” Thalia wasn’t quite sure who they were and that already demonstrated the point the other slave was trying to make. She smiled to herself, a little embarrassed. “Or I did. I just assumed that most of us would be happy to be away from the Masters, especially the ones we don’t know. I shouldn’t make this personal”, the girl reasoned. “Sorry to burden you with this”

[thaliaxmoore]

[handsonluc]

“No, no, you’re alright,” he attempted to reassure her. Why he even bothered, was a mystery even to him, but he wanted to. Maybe he just felt bad for her, getting stood up sucked, but getting stood up and having to return to a glorified jail cell had to take the fucking cake. “That was – totally dick-ish of me, I’m sure it feels like shit getting stood up. On behalf of whatever dumbass left you hanging, you have my sincerest apologies.” Finishing the patch job, Luc wiped the dust off his hands against the fabric of his jeans and offered it to her in kind. “Must be the magic users are all too fuckin’ smart to get suckered into doin’ this job, so I was the next best thing.”

Once everything was all settled, that wall would be ready for a fresh coat of paint, until then, Luc had a bit of time on his hands. “Look, I - uh,” he scratched nervously at the back of his head, mussing up his hair a little in the process. “I’m just about wrapped up here so…” It wasn’t his business or his problem, at least, that’s what the little voice in the back of his head kept yelling at him. Even so, a part of him felt like he owed her something, and a bit of his time didn’t seem like too much to give. “You know, if you’d like some time out…or whatever. I could –” Luc had no clue how any of this shit worked, he’d skimmed the rules and tossed it on the kitchen island three days ago and hadn’t given them a second glance since. “Are you allowed to just… come with me? If you want, that is. Obviously, it’s your choice. I just figured…” Or his dick had figured, more likely. “I’m not so bad, if you’d like some time away from… this.”

[thaliaxmoore]

“No, you’re fine. I was completely out of line”, Thalia assured him with only a hint of uncertainty. She meant what she said and she figured that was precisely why they ended up in this awkward series of apologies. Maybe it was on her to break this cycle that she caused with her complaining. Yet it appeared equally important to make assure him that she was not ill-mannered, or at least not as rebellious as some of the other slaves. In the end, it was him that moved the conversation along. His comment made him chuckle and appreciate him as a conversation partner. When was the last time that somebody made her laugh? “Or too busy breaking things. You’ll be busy for a long time”, she smiled. “Does that mean you are human too?”

She tilted her head in question as the Master began to speak again. It didn’t take long for her to guess where he was going with it. Her first reaction was, of course, worry. Did she guilt-trip him into spend time with her? And was it still acceptable to agree? But yet again, he surprised her, made her chuckle once again. “Yes, of course. I’d love to… If you really don’t mind?” His stammering cleared her doubts. This was someone who was genuinely offering but didn’t know how to express it, rather than someone that pitied her – at least so she hoped. “You are really different from the other Masters here, I can already tell”, Thalia admitted. “In a good way, of course. I’m Thalia, by the way”

[dark-sirenparis]

@thaliaxmoore

Thalia was a little sad to see the cells being restored. She had enjoyed the company of Grace and the others. The large house reminded her of home, even if the host had been much nicer. With her own room and helping with the chores, she had began to like this new ‘normal’. That things would eventually go back to how they used to be was no surprise but disappointing, nonetheless.

“I can’t believe I wasted an hour out there”, the red-haired woman frowned deeply upon returning to her cell. Quite a few of her belongings had been destroyed. The cells were more modern and spacious now, though it would take some time to get used to the new look. “I looked like a fool waiting for this Master”, Thalia elaborated at the questioning glance from the other person. “I don’t even know who it was, but my presence was apparently no longer required. I shouldn’t be mad but… Why not cancel?”  

Window shopping was always a fun pastime for Paris, and it was even more interesting now that they were redone - half the fun was just seeing the renovations. It actually made him want to spend more time down there, the slaves on display much more prominently than before.

One was complaining about the new system for some reason - the reasons didn't matter so much to him, but the fact that she was doing it at all piqued his interest. He liked the new administration himself, so someone talking of any ill will? That wouldn't be necessary. "You girl, come with me," he called, snapping his fingers for her to follow. "Your schedule has clearly opened, as you so loudly boasted."

[thaliaxmoore]

Thalia let down another deep frown as she realized that nobody was listening – or cared. And that seemed to be enough. Tantrum over. It felt good to let out her frustration. Normally, she wouldn’t have been allowed to do that. And she realized too that it was fortunate that nobody took notice. This was very uncharacteristic and ungraceful of her.

Careful what you wish for. Her mother’s voice sounded like a stark reminder in her mind as she heard a Master address her harshly. It took her a moment to realize that it was indeed her who he was referring to and startled, Thalia just about managed to catch up with him. “Sir?” But the man already explained. Thalia’s cheeks flushed deeply but didn’t protest. A part of her still felt good that someone took an interest, after all. “I didn’t mean to be rude. It’s not… I’m not like that, usually”

[ste-white]

Ste was kind of glad the old cells were destroyed, ever since he returned to them he hated the sight of the place. Now, everything had changed and it helped to ease some of the ache he felt now Frankie had left. He kicks his feet up and opens a book to distract himself when he hears a voice and it steals his attention. "So you got stood up?" He asks curiously.

[thaliaxmoore]

Thalia sighed deeply and nodded. “Yes” The man summed it up pretty well. The simple fact was that she got stood up. The reasons didn’t need to concern her and similarly, her feelings about it weren’t of concern to anyone else. “I don’t know. I should be happy, right? That Master could have been incredibly mean”, the girl admitted eventually. “I guess I’m still a bit on edge with all the new changes recently. Sorry about the ramble”

[emmanuelxreyes]

Something New || Thalia&Eman

[emmanuelxreyes]

Emmanuel couldn’t help his amused smile when he saw just how weak and trembling she already was. This was going to be a fun rental with her, and he had plans to make sure she would never forget it. “What was that?” he asked quickly when he heard her comment under her breath, but knew she wouldn’t have the energy nor the courage to repeat it.

When she questioned him, he raised his eyebrows and shook his head. “No, you have not done anything wrong. I gave you a reward! Did you not enjoy yourself just now?” he pointed out, feigning offense with a smirk. “And now I am offering a warm shower and you are questioning it.” Emmanuel tsked his tongue in disappointment. He pressed his hand to the small of her back and pushed her lightly into the large shower. “You will be fine, I’m here to help you.” he said with a wink, then calmly unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it on the floor.

He reached into the shower and turned on the water, and it sprayed right at the slave. It was cold at first, and he chuckled knowing that and watching the goosebumps rise over her skin. “It will warm up in a moment.” he assured, and it did. Emmanuel pulled her by the hips so she stood fully in the stream of water. He grabbed a bottle of body wash and squirted it over her shoulders and chest with a smirk, then started to run his hands over her skin to lather it.

Thalia simply shook her head, not wanting to pick up a fight so soon. Being with Emmanuel never failed to remind her how weak she really was. How deluded had she been to think that she stood a chance? That she was still working for him should have been enough evidence for that.  

“I…” Thalia grimaced a little as her arms were beginning to ache but kept another request to untie her to herself. “That’s not what I meant, Master Emmanuel. It’s just…” That he had never started a rental with her on such a severe note? Or was that simply in her head too? “A warm shower sounds really nice, actually” The feeling that something was wrong about this encounter persisted, however, and she had no choice but to stick it out. At least he was getting naked with her this time, rather than tormenting her with a mere vision…

When the cold water contacted her skin, Thalia shrieked and was forced to stumble backwards and away. If she had been prepared, maybe she could have persisted a little longer but Emmanuel didn’t seem to mind. Instead of berating her, he had already found a way to keep her in place, leaving the redhead shivering and breathless. The discomfort was clear in her features but she endured the shower silently. After having been made to pose and perform or having been put in numerous compromising positions, this was a whole new form of humiliation.

[thaliaxmoore]

Thalia simply shook her head, not wanting to pick up a fight so soon. Being with Emmanuel never failed to remind her how weak she really was. How deluded had she been to think that she stood a chance? That she was still working for him should have been enough evidence for that.  

“I…” Thalia grimaced a little as her arms were beginning to ache but kept another request to untie her to herself. “That’s not what I meant, Master Emmanuel. It’s just…” That he had never started a rental with her on such a severe note? Or was that simply in her head too? “A warm shower sounds really nice, actually” The feeling that something was wrong about this encounter persisted, however, and she had no choice but to stick it out. At least he was getting naked with her this time, rather than tormenting her with a mere vision…

When the cold water contacted her skin, Thalia shrieked and was forced to stumble backwards and away. If she had been prepared, maybe she could have persisted a little longer but Emmanuel didn’t seem to mind. Instead of berating her, he had already found a way to keep her in place, leaving the redhead shivering and breathless. The discomfort was clear in her features but she endured the shower silently. After having been made to pose and perform or having been put in numerous compromising positions, this was a whole new form of humiliation.

[jamesdonovanxlust]

"I'd have messaged sooner but well things were a bit crazy. honestly I've been waiting for the other shoe to drop with the regime change but everything seems good so far and the collars are certainly an upgrade. Less bulky more room to kiss around." He winked and kissed her cheek as she held him. "I'm good no real damage to my place only thing that got destroyed was my new ATV I had gotten not long before but well they are getting me a new one so all is good I think." He thought a moment and pulled away to look at her. "So what about you are you good?"

[thaliaxmoore]

“Oh, it’s okay. I don’t blame you. I’m just glad you messaged at all”, Thalia smiled and had to chuckle as James commented on the new collar design. “I can’t believe that’s the lesson you draw from this all. At least you haven’t changed” Thalia listened intently as they began to walk to town, happy to be in the company of a friend. With James, she never felt judged. “Yeah, I think I’m okay. It’s been a little rough and unusual but… I don’t know, I feel better by the day. Maybe it will go completely back to normal once they let us back into the cells”