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Kriia walked in the great doors of the quaters and struted towards the couch to take a well deserved rest, her hips swayed mercilessly back and forward as she moved.

She takes a seat in one of the more favored couches of the quaters, a soft crush red velvet love seat with black rope trim. She props her legs up on a pedestal not far away and leans back. The thin fabric of her dress draping across her legs showing a bit of high thigh and the absence of fabric around her hips suggest that she wasnt wearing panties today...

They felt too constricting.

A soft firey glow and warmth brushed across her tan skin, her heart greeting the heat after such a cold enduring time in the snow outside.

Kriia leaned her head back gently so it rested against the curves of the couch and she stared at the ceiling in thought.

She mastered all day, the most beautiful creatures to live, how they screamed in the confusion of pain and ecstasy when her favorite pair of cuffs forcefully clasping on their hands.

The sweet kiss of pain. How she loved it.

But she felt herself wanting more...
Not just some temporary relief to the sexual arousal.

Her slaves where easy to please and master...
But she wanted a challenge now...

and it felt obsurd to think it, as she rested in the firelite master's quaters, but she wanted love.

"But who could love a master....?" she sighed softly.

Kriia glanced over at Finster and pointed oddly in a direction of a door, her arms lazily draped over the couch's curves. "the wine cellar just got restocked, i'm sure there's other delights inside as well...its a shame i dont have an appetite for it."

Pulling her eyes completely away from the ceiling, Kriia took a good look at Finster, from the ends of his hair, down his face and torso ...past his hips and following his chain that dragged on the floor. Kriia used to enjoy the act of bondage, but she had enjoyed minimal restraint nowadays. It seemed more fun to watch your victim try to escape instead of knowing they cant.

"Ran away huh?... Sounds depressing... at least your trying to find her... unlike some masters today... they would just use their wits, subterfuge and composure to manipulate a person into being their new slave."

Kriia let out a depressing sigh moments later. Life really had gotten depressing and she wanted to change it, but her life had been the art of mastery, and herlife made no room for love.

She bit her lip some, watching Finster disrobe. she hadnt been pleasured by a man in so long that the thought of it ever happening to her again never occured to her. Women lately had been her forte.
She continued to sit on the couch, her legs propped up as Finster left the room half naked.

She took a deep breath and suppressed the memory.

along with all the others.

MezzaNotte walked into the room, her long raven black hair cascading down her back in a waterfall of black curls, her dark amethyst eyes calm but sad, a small frown pressing down her red coated lips as she heard Kriia's question about love. Taking the love seat opposite of Kriia, she raised her eyebrow. "Our slaves love us with time, but if your asking for a long term commitment then I fear it is lost. It is in a Dom's nature to control and when in a relationship we relinquish that control and power."

Her tight leather outfit emphasized her hourglass curves and luscious chest, the slit running up the side of her dress showed her legs off to protection making them seem as if they ran for miles. Her feet were decorated in gorgeous, killer six inch black high heels. "Along with that, we shouldn't have to manipulate a person into being our new slave, they should be the ones bowing down at our feet and begging for us to be their Mistress'."

as she was backing up, she accidentally bumped into a young man, and from the looks of it, he was also an slave.

(Yeah, cause that blue haired guy makes sense.) Muffling a yipe, she turned around and stared at him for a moment, before ducking to the side of him and practacally dissapearing in the shadows, the only lights remaining being the soft glow of her lanturn-like amber eyes, which stared at the slave-boy quizzically.