There are private rooms

Main House
"Would it feel better if I didn't invite you?" Holly replied flatly. "…yeah, you can see that if you're ready to look at everything as hostile and aimed at you, you put me in a lose-lose. You've got all the power in this one, and you're paintin' me like some fuckin' mastermind…"

Holly reviewed the way you painted her entire previous month of artistic work as culminating in a fake romance as a cover.

Like everything was a plot. Like the light-cones of your timeline was not an outline of the confines of your perspective but rather the shape of the universe overall, the tip of which pointed salient, sharp, directly back at you.

Like what Holly did was a plot, like your involvement was a design, like this right here, all of this mess, was part of the script she handed you, expected you to play as an expansion of the narrative extending past the stage of the theater, part of her grand design even down to her racing over the cuts on her feet to smack that bottle away and haphazardly under the couch, glaring at you like you never even intended to swallow them and just to get her to prove her feelings for you, make some gesture in some way that felt more real than her just telling you?

Like the world was communicated in a meta-layer, symbols and derivatives, polarized light invisible to everyone but you, and you saw all the designs ahead of time. Predicted Holly ending up with Leo weeks in advance like you read the script.

No, that can't be it, right?

"The hell were we, before? I'm just not making some kinda promise o-or…" Holly hobbled as there were too many stinging replies on the soles of her feet and she grimaced away from the minefield she sprinted into, awkwardly angling her ankles so she used the sides of her feet to escape and fumble onto a stool under tense, held breath.

And she galvanized, prepared herself to hear more of it as she dropped her rear onto a seat and peeled her socks off, the tiny crystalline noise of what porcelain bits either pierced or merely clung to the fabric. None of the gouges were too deep or serious, but more than one of her steps produced little pins and jabs and tiny lacerations and most of them fell away when the white elastic fabric was inverted off, but she nevertheless needed to glance down and pull out anything that threatened to stay.

"fuck…"

Dismissed. Just like how The Sterlings dismissed her. Just like how you dismissed her last time, only somehow more frigid. Holly's breath shivered both from the pain in her feet and from the sight of your back, fading in retreat toward the bedroom.

out

A very naughty girl

~*~PleasureMistress~*~ has started a new game with the following players:
~*~PleasureMistress~*~

" S T A R T G A M E : t r u e "{ " g a m e I d " : " 1 7 1 8 7 0 5 7 3 7 " , " p l a y e r L i s t " : [ " p l e a s u r e m i s t r e s s " ] , " r o l l N u m b e r " : 0 , " c u r r e n t P l a y e r " : 0 , " d i c e " : { " f a c e s " : [ 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 ] , " r e r o l l " : [ t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e ] } , " s c o r e 0 " : { " 1 " : n u l l , " 2 " : n u l l , " 3 " : n u l l , " 4 " : n u l l , " 5 " : n u l l , " 6 " : n u l l , " p l a y e r " : n u l l , " u p _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " b o n u s " : n u l l , " 3 k " : n u l l , " 4 k " : n u l l , " s s " : n u l l , " l s " : n u l l , " f h " : n u l l , " y a h _ t o k e n " : n u l l , " y " : n u l l , " c " : n u l l , " y a h _ b o n u s " : 0 , " b o t _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " g _ t o t a l " : n u l l } , " o w n e r " : " p l e a s u r e m i s t r e s s " , " s t a t u s " : " r e a d y " , " r o u n d " : 0 , " l a s t P o s t " : 1 7 1 8 7 0 5 7 3 7 }

cherry c...too bad you're not a citizen and too bad that i do not have time to play this morning. are you a very naughty girl? i'm so curious

Oh rigjt

just my skinny ass in panties!

she gives a slow nod as she listens quietly....though understanding ....she moves to where He rests....she moves slowly to place herself near Him....next to Him....pressing her body gently to His as she listens....

🤭

i live in a sandbox with all kind of critters and insects

what am i ?

A Floridian

For centuries he's been fascinated
With slaves and pets ...

Humans walking around the halls not dead
Other vampires would laugh..

Once....*laughs again...*

Sit on the couch here.....
*sitting down to relax *

With me depravity...

And I will whisper his grandiose scheme to you

*patting the seat next to me*

Eaits

not your little pig piggy
no
no
no
piggy
here
little
pigpigpiggy

Can't open that

Workshop
Walks over to my workshop.

Snaps fingers fingers for a cup of coffee

Poolside
Gonna be a busy day. Honing to t h e shop for awhile this morning and do some puttering around the have to go see eye Dr and find out if this last bubble is taking

So tired of being 1/2 blind in my eye.

I always thought cataract surgery was suppose to be sinple.

getting into all the corners, then padding back to the kitchen to wash the mop, drain the water, and return all to the storage cupboard

she gave a soft chuckle as she listens....shaking her head slowly a moment...

"well he has me a little busy for sure...."

she chuckled a moment as she points about....

"yes he has me sort of rearranging....though not in the sense of decorating and such....in the place of dividing where things and rooms should be within ...."