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An ordinary day-off



Based on the Characters created by Angelus And Lady of Dragon Rose from the short story “An Ordinary Day” written by Angelus and continued by Lady Of Dragonrose and Angelus.



*For Adults Only







Just turned twenty-one and still looking as young as she had way back when, Alice smiles, as she remembers that it had been John Summers smile that had softened her fears, as she stood before the stern Chinese woman she’d heard called ‘Mistress Yumi,’ on several occasions, by those young men and women who’d attended to her every need.



She was a dangerous woman indeed. And, Alice knew more than most alive, of the woman’s callous nature. It had been Yumi who had ordered her abduction: well, not her per se, but those who had been taken that night off the streets, with her.



Alice had stood there naked and trembling, tears pouring down her face, as the woman had walked slowly round her, then dismissed the two burly men, who had stood either side of the doorway.



She had been dressed in fetish-wear Alice had not seen before, but then she’d never been stripped and showered by naked slaves before either.



Yumi had walked round her slowly, inspecting her body, as if she had been an animal being inspected by a vet. Fingers had probed every orifice, making her wince with the act, the pain and the humiliation.



“Stop crying!” She had snapped striking the side of Alice’s face with an open palm.

“Your new life is beginning, away from drink, drugs and all you knew. You are just property, to be used for the pleasure of a Master, or Mistress like myself.”



That pronouncement had turned her stomach and she wanted to pee herself: and, Alice had stared down at her toes balefully.



“I have guests who have need of a slave. Are you that slave?” Alice had looked up and stared at the woman, uncomprehending what had just been said to her.



‘Slave? What was that she had just said?’ She had thought, her head roiling.



And, as Mistress Yumi had placed her right forefinger under Alice’s chin and she lifted the young woman’s face to look at her own: “Are you that slave?”



That was then she had noticed Summers, sitting there in the background. He had stood and, placing an arm around Yumi’s shoulders looked at Alice with a warm smile.



“I like her. So remember Yumi, you owe me. And, I want her,” was what he had said.

There had been no further inspection, as she witnessed with others, as she waited to be shipped out. Instead, she had been placed in shackles, as they would also be, then told to sit.



She had stayed with Summers for a year, then been totally pole-axed, when he had said to her, “I will send you home if you wish.”



‘Home?’ For her it had been the streets. She had left her mother when she was just seventeen, after enduring her endless succession of boyfriends for years; then one day when one’s action became decidedly inappropriate, she had left, as her Mother would not believe her, when she had told her what had happened.



“But, what can I do Sir? I have nowhere to go and, I like being…” She was going to say, ‘being told what to do and, be looked after.’ Alice had sat, looking at her Master with wide eyes. She had felt very small and tearful.



“Little one, the choice is yours now, you can decide what to do yourself…” Summers had said to her, stroking her almost bald scalp. She had cut it off herself months earlier, when he had instructed, one quiet evening. But, on that day the man’s strong hand ran over the bristling small hairs, as he waited for her response.



“I have nowhere to go…” she had said to him, looking her and looking very childlike.



Summers had grinned down at her, “That’s alright, there are options little one.”



And, that was how she had found herself with Master Jared, who she so adored, he who she cared for and laboured for. And, come his needs and desires, gave her body to his use and abuse as he might want of her.



Now today she had a day off. ‘A day off? A slave with a day off, what luxury! And, all because Master Jared’s new slave Alex was being tutored today.’



She walked down the main drag swinging her arms, military style, occasionally looking up at the buildings that people rarely saw; that she’d not noticed at all, back then.



People walked by her, on a road that had carried traffic, and since it had been the pedestrianised carried people, with the old road surface being removed and replaced with pattered brick. ‘It was all so different from what she recalled.’



And, the slender waif-like creature, her face was made up to look doll-like, with an emphasis on blue; her hair was cut short, gelled to be spiky. Around her neck was a white-studded collar and she wore a short-sleeved tee-shirt and blue-jeans, that were at least a few years out of fashion; but what did that matter of Alice?



Jared had given her a day-off. It was unheard of. And now, here Alice was. She was walking round the city centre, in her new calf-high black, low heel boots



She stopped and turned slowly, her arms outstretched, palms uppermost, as she felt a raindrop fall on her forehead, as passers-by glanced at her and continued to walk on, one or two shaking their heads in surprise at what she was doing.



Alice turned slowly, as a light-rain fell on her face, looking up at the blue-skies and slowly moving white clouds.



Tomorrow she would rise at five, to get herself ready, to serve her Master. But today, she would taste freedom and, all that entailed; yet all the while Alice would be looking forward to hearing he alarm ring, all the time.

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LadyxDarkxRayne
16:44 Jun 23 2009

wow impressive i have been working on a book for some time now but had writers block



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Based on the Characters created by Angelus And Lady of Dragon Rose from



the short story “An Ordinary Day” written by Angelus and continued by Lady



Of Dragonrose and Angelus.



*For Adults Only





John Summers sat in his chair facing the window watching the wild thunderstorm that had been going on for close to an hour, his gray eyes

watching the trees being whipped into frenzy by the wind. He smiled in remembering how he had come into ownership of Marley’s, the BDSM club

that he owned, ‘No longer owns’ he corrected himself.





Sandrine, his young lover had errands to run and he thought of the wide smile she had given him, when she asked for shopping money. He had handed over a thousand dollars; granted may have been too much, but was worth the

smile she had given him. Owning Marley’s had brought him fame and fortune.



And. as for the wind, there had been storms far better than the one he was now watching.

He had started clearing out his office for the new owner to take over and as he had cleared out his desk earlier found photographs of a time long since passed. One was of Celine. “Mistress Celine,” he corrected himself.



John knew first hand what the title had cost Celine. There they were, sitting at a table, outside café in Marseilles. They had met there on a sunny afternoon, two people not really searching for anything, amongst the exquisite smells of fresh coffee and pastries.



He had seen her previously on the beach, laying in the sun, her long hair was put in a comb to lay up off her neck, wearing a bathing suit that was a purple little number that barely covered her assets.



Summers had walked by and had smiled. Returning to his hotel looking over

the beach, he watched her long lovely body baking in the afternoon sun.

She had turned her head to look at him as he passed and been startled by her face. High cheekbones with the most beautiful smoky brown eyes he had ever seen. Her smile was soft as he smiled back. He watched her get up off the beach as she took down her hair. He watched with fascination as she

shook out her long hair that fell to her waist. She was a beauty.



John sat back and gazed at the picture again. His mind played back those sweet memories: he had been almost like a boy around her. Her voice was soft and lyrical, almost hypnotic with a little bit of a southern accent.

Her hands were small and quick.

He had been afraid to touch her; afraid she would break.



But he soon found out Celine was every bit of a dominant as he was. They both shared a passion for the bdsm lifestyle. He had enjoyed being a switch from time to time with his Mistress but soon learned that Celine

would never give up control. She had fought hard. But in the end he remembered feeling her body shake with pleasure on those rare times when she allowed him to take her and took her hard, driving himself into her,



looking into those dark eyes, as if to mark her as his.



He sighed loudly and closed his eyes and could feel himself harden thinking of her. She could bring out the worst or best of any man or

woman. He had seen her too many times in action. But knew she would be sleeping with him on those occasions. And he fought the jealousy hard.



The relationship had been stormy. Two doms in one household was too much. The constant topping of one another, the arguments how they each interpreted the other, John’s problem was he wanted to own Celine. Celine’s problem

she didn’t want to be owned. She saw herself as a Mistress. And wouldn’t be topped by anyone.



He knew it was over the night he had brought home a male slave. Celine’s eyes went wide, first time he had ever brought a slave to their house. He took the young man down to the basement to their dungeon that he and Celine and built.



The young man shook with anticipation at the thought of the Major training him. Celine came down to watch, curious as to this new intrusion in her life. She walked up to the young man and stroked him, watching his eyes as

she did. He seemed to cringe at Celine’s touch. Her eyes went to John as

he bent down to attach shackles to the young man’s ankles.



Celine never knew that John went both ways. It was one of many secrets

that he had kept from her. She watched as John put the slave through his

paces. Listening to the young man’s cries as John flogged him. Making him submit to his Master. And submit he did.



As John’s hands stroked the slave’s body, Celine watched with a dull ache. Knowing that her relationship was over. It wasn’t the slave that bothered her. It was the fact John had kept it from her. That was the one thing she couldn’t put up with. If John held back that secret, what else was he hiding?



She decided she didn’t want to know. She watched as John’s hands pulled the man’s hips back to his as he began to give him long strokes.

John had never looked Celine’s way as he fucked his slave long and hard. John knew he couldn’t keep this a secret forever, yet never told Celine.



He wanted to show her, and hoped she would understand. As he came, giving loud moans, he had glanced toward Celine. It had been the only time he ever saw her cry. She had turned and left. Then as John finished with the slave, he paid him some money and sent him off in a cab.



They had fought like never before. Celine hated secrets. And although John knew it, he had hoped she would have understood. ‘No, she didn’t understand why he couldn’t tell her.’ She had made up her mind to leave and leave she did. She packed as they were arguing and were still doing so as she left, slamming the door in his face as she walked out to her car.

John watched as she drove off, wondering if he would ever see her again.



But out of all of it, when enough time had passed, they mended their fences and became friends. He would much rather have Celine as a friend than an enemy. She would be no ones fool.



One other secret that John failed to tell her, was how most of the slaves he found were from the

illegal skin trade. He had profited from it for the last several years. He bought and sold young men and women into servitude. Some he just bought for his own amusements and others he would sell to other masters and mistresses. Of course he would train them. Some would cry at first wanting to go home.

John would listen to their stories and tell them once they had done what he wanted he would send them home if they wished. That only happened once. The majority of those ended up staying; realizing that the life they lead now would be better than the one they had been living.



John looked once again at the picture, blue sky, Blue Ocean. And Celine. He stroked the picture, wondering if she knew what her leaving had cost him as well.



The knock on the door interrupted his train of thought as Chevy, the barman, self appointed body guard to John opened the door. “Major, I must leave for a bit if that’s alright with you,” he told his boss.

“Sure, just be back by the time we open. Going to announce the club sale to the regulars tonight” John replied. Chevy nodded his agreement and shut the door.



Celine would be taking over the club. Summers smiled, as he knew no one else better to run it but the high mistress herself.

‘Damn,’ he thought, ‘ She was no Ordinary woman.’ That much he knew. He knew it in his heart that there would never be anyone that could hold a candle to her. Sandrine wouldn’t exactly take Celine’s place. But he was in love with Sandrine: she made him happy. ‘And besides,’ he thought, pouring himself a drink, ‘it was fun to show her the lifestyle and it was

amazing to watch it through her eyes.’



Summers sat back at his desk, placed his feet up, and cradled his glass in both hands, “Aye,” he said to the walls and raised his glass in salute, “that had been an interesting beginning to a not-so ordinary friendship.”

An Ordinary Day Series is written by Angelus and Ladyofdragonrose, and as such are copyrighted by Angelus and Ladyofdragonrose. Any borrowing, or printing out parts or all is strictly forbidden and must ask the owners permission.

Rachel’s Ordinary Morning.



Based on the Characters created by Angelus And Lady of Dragon Rose from the short story “An Ordinary Day” written by Angelus and continued by Lady Of Dragonrose and Angelus.



*For Adults Only



Rachel woke, stretching her arms and momentarily, she winced. Her shoulders still ached through her spell hanging from shackles attached to her bedroom wall.



And, what worse was that it was all because she had cheeked Mistress Yumi.



As she winced again, Rachel almost glowed with pride for a second; until she recalled that her Mistress would not be pleased that she had such discourteous thoughts.



After all,’ she mused. ‘it was my way’s; my manners, that brought me to her attention.



This time, she allowed herself to feel pride. For she was proud, that Mistress had chosen her. Even so, Mistress last night had to punish her last night, she knew that.



‘But, even so, I did enjoy the look on her face.’ She knew that by all she should rights she feel ashamed, for such a gross act of impertinence, but she didn’t.



Since her change in status, from Slave to P.A. Rachel had her own bedroom: not too luxurious, but, it was her own.



And, it’d been her punishment last evening, to endure being stretched “tippy toes,” from eight in the evening, until twelve midnight; just for reminding Mistress Yumi of the status her Mistress now occupied in their community.



She had turned quite incandescent with rage and to save face, her Mistress had then ordered the punishment.



Of course Yumi had wanted her fellow countrywoman “as naked as a slave should be when punished.”



And, then they had sat and talked; the two Mistress casually drinking white wine, sitting on her single bed, as her arms had felt as though they would tear from their sockets, as time had passed and the clock read eleven forty five.



Then, before she had released the shackles, Yumi had stood before her with a triumphant sneer on her face. She had twisted Rachel’s nipples, each in turn.



And though she didn’t want Mistress Yumi to take pleasure in her pain; she had groaned in agony, with eyes closed.



“That was for the sheer impertinence of speaking as you did,” She had snarled, her beautiful face contorting into an ugly facsimile of self.



Rachel stretched her arms again; and winced once more.



She looked at the clock, it was, it was 5 a.m.

“Yes, just another morning,” she said softly to herself, with a smile.