Still calm
Yes… stay calmI’m back
Now unfortunately Mistress Your slut needs her beauty sleep
I CAN do a Friday with enough warning. It's just not as easy as other nights.
((Thank You!!! I did too! I will try to return as soon as I can and as frequently as I can, Sir!!!))
Any updates on this?
makes my colors look a little less like the good doctor's
Yes of course Mistress I should have something done by this time tomorrow
(that will be real late for me but please return again
thanks for the play, I enjoyed your writing)
Rehearsals
A quiet, thoughtful sound at that first response. As much as he wants to keep you as a visual barrier, that's taken something of a back-seat to the the rest of his thoughts.Hopefully, his tactic means you aren't getting any eyefuls, now that you're looking at him. His own eyes are on the wings, though he's clearly not focused on anything but the middle-distance. Easier now that they have some distance.
For a moment, you get a full, bright smile, full of mischief as you seem to consider taking what he'd said seriously. No, there's no naked mole-rat fetish. "You'd be very supportive, I have no doubt. Kink positive, right? Humour, also, letting out some of the pressure.
At least until you give him an answer to his more pressing question, and it's something that echoes his worst fears. With crew milling closer, he does his best to keep it out of his expression, a deeply effective (and disheartening) wet blanket.
You pivot, literally and figuratively, and get a smile that is performative - not because of you, but because his mind is still clearly on the matter of family vs self. The options that aren't performative, well, this isn't the time or the place.
"Sounds good. I'll be here."
You'd been deeply helpful and understanding, about, er, lower-Leo. Having a response outside what you'd shared while trying to get him to chill, that just makes sense. Asking if you were okay - if this had done their relationship harm - this isn't really the time or place for that either.
Yeah, he maybe needs a minute or two alone himself. Some of the weight falling back onto his shoulders as you moved off, and his mind is stuck on a loop of how badly he wants to talk with Dee about all of this, and how afraid he is to do so. Especially once he tells Elodie she was right, he's absolutely into you.
No, a minute or two isn't enough for any of that. So he tucks it away, the mantle of it still in his body language, as he finally gets up to go grab a drink of water.
((Sorry, Sir. Unfortunately, RT is unexpectedly pulling me away. I should be back in about three hours, if You are still here.))
DesireDelicate
Envelope,
States
Involvement,
Required
ExigentNext: EXIGENT
smiles... well.. explain that your on a your journey.. and that I am guiding you along..
Is there anything specific that you would like to see?
looks in
Yes Mistress that's my next task
LP
its time for you to make a home page dear..
Letting out a sigh of relief as You withdraw Your fingers. Continuing to hold still with feet spread shoulder width apart and hands on her head as she listens to You. Nodding as quickly as she can.No, no, I understand. I understand. I'm sorry ... I'm sorry, ... uhhm .. Sir .... I'm sorry, Sir!
Hearing You tell her to hop up on her bars. Not entirely sure by what You mean. Glancing desperately around the cell to see where she can "hop" on to. There is no bunk in the cell. It was empty, with just a metal toilet seat at the far end.
Then realizing that You probably meant the cell bars. Or at least she hoped You did. Moving tentatively toward the bars, eyes following Your movements and growing wide as You start unlooping Your belt. Slowly pressing her body against the bars. It takes her several attempts as the bars are colder than anything she felt in her life. Pressing against them tentatively, then spreading her feet shoulder width apart and raising her arms parallel to the floor and holding them there as she presses her trembling naked young body against the cold steel of the bars.