fishing

I have no home eather..*smiles* I go where my feet take me...

wants to give mom a hint with a hug...

waits for her to come home........

she should be getting the idea by now....

No home so to speak

I am usually on the roads Master *looks up at you* I could wander down there again...smiles
dose Master have a home..

I will seek you in play, this room is not right for what i have planned for you

I had to approach this logically and not with any emotions, even though the emotions were what he wanted. How ironic was that? What is it he wanted exactly....?

His eyes were always testing mine, and it was my eyes that gave nothing away. My body would give away the reactions long before my eyes would, and what you see in someone's eyes, is the soul and mind. The HIDDEN goods. The hard-to-get goodies. That's what he was after. He was after the personal vault contents.

Okay. So, what benefit would it give him to have those personal thoughts, emotions, information? Leverage. It gives him even more control and leverage over you. Isn't that peachy.

So that was a hard no. I wasn't willing to give up the vault, perhaps at any cost.

Options.

Give up *some* of the vault. Just little pieces. Play the game he plays. He dangles these lovely little carrots under your nose to get you to comply without having to resort to violence. Do the same. Give him little carrots to keep his violence at bay, though I knew well and good, that wasn't going to be without some stripes - because I was dealing with a Sadist.

But a few stripes, versus a few hundred was significant.

I crawl over to you and seetle at your feet as a grin forms upon my lips looking up at you ...Pushes back a lock of red hair as I smile..

plump lips
heavy breasts

wonders how many hints he has to give his mom before she understands that he wants her....

lips not list

I smile looking over at him my tongue gliding across my plumps list as I look at you..

Dipping

My brain didn't let me sleep much. I kept mulling over the evening prior and trying to figure out how I could have done things differently, for perhaps a better outcome. It was unfathomable to even be thinking the way I was thinking, but considering these new circumstances, I was in survival mode.

Who knew that PC wouldn't be happy with just access to a body that wasn't fighting? No. He wanted way more than that. He wanted an emotionally, willing participant. I am a captive for fukk sakes. How could I participate in my own captivity without compromising my own mental well being?

Yeah, these are thoughts that haunted me all night and really had me wishing I'd taken theatre and psychology, rather than just the latter. But, I didn't figure there were any theater classes here so I would have to manage this all on my own.

If I fight him, I'm in for a world of hurt and I will undoubtedly go back to straw mattress, if any. The one lash is going to seem like a party favour - imagine trying to sleep with 40 of them. I was sure a sadistic mind like his could (has) conjure up all sorts of interesting little scenarios to garner not only compliance, but eager compliance, because the alternative had you wishing you were dead.

Okay, so, he already had my compliance. That was half the battle I think. I wasn't fighting him physically, I was fighting him mentally and emotionally, which he wasn't enjoying. I recall the flash of rage in his eyes before his hand sent my head snapping to the side. I would have to look at this differently. What was it he wanted?

He wanted absolute control. Not just the physical sense, but the rest of it too. And even then, if that were even possible, as an inmate I would still be subjected to the Guards, the Judge, the Governor, the Crooked Lawyer and anyone else on staff.

And yet all of that remained true regardless. Those were constants in this moving little equation. It was PC's favor that was going to make my life, less hellish in here, IF I was able to keep it.

So far, I wasn't doing a great job of that.

Song: Scars
by Papa Roach

skinny

needy, and curious
looks over and licks dry lips

looks over at you look up from under dark lashes...watches you and smiles..

how are you today Master..

greetings wench