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 Posted: Wed May 30, 2007 9:30 pm
~The Manor~The Manor is actually not Miranda's. It was her father's ancestal home, but now that he was a "slave" it was her mother's. At least in paperwork anyway. It's so vast she can actually go weeks without seeing her parents at all. It houses dozens of servants and guests several business associates at once. A haven for thieves, a home to Miranda.
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2007 11:47 pm
About an hour later, the limo pulled up to what could probably be better described as a palace. Miranda felt like she could practically scream with relief. She'd never been one to sit still. Yet she'd dared herself to sit still, silent and alone with a stranger. Though she had to applaud herself for ignoring her new slave's presence so well.
Stepping out of the limo she let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. Then she remembered herself and reached into the limo, pulling Michie out by his bound wrists and allowed him to look around "Home sweet home, forevermore." 'And how it makes me want to retch.'
Glancing around, she noticed at least nine other cars parked that didn't belong to her family. A few were her loyal clients. She sighed. "Oh hell, dad. Trying to pull a one over on me. Really, that's not playing fair at all." she said quietly.
Miranda seethed as she began leading Mitchie inside. 'Honestly, who does that slave think he is? And why the hell does mother allow it?!'
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2007 2:09 pm
For the entire ride in the limo, he feels entirely alone, and embarrassed to be chained like he is. However, as long as he is finally away from the market, he will be okay. Hopefully his mistress will not randomly select him for torture at any time she pleases. However, he had a feeling Miranda would.
As he is pulled out of the vehicle by his wrists, he examines the house, with an expression of pure amazement. How he had never seen a thing like this before. "Wow." Is his only remark. As he is lead inside, he remains quiet. He is in fear of a probable beating from Miranda if he asks something. He was wondering if Miranda's own father was her slave, maybe he belonged to her mother. It made him wonder which mistress was worse.
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 12:54 am
Miranda stormed her way quickly through the main hall and various passage ways to her room with Michie in tow. She could feel a migraine coming on. The last thing she needed today was family politics and plotting.
Finally reaching her favorite of her three bedrooms, Miranda let go of Michie, unwrapping the chain from his wrists but not taking it off the collar yet. "Sit on the floor and be quiet."
She rummaged through her vanity dresser for her cigarettes, aspirin and matches. Finding all of them she yelled for her servant Margaret. When she appeared, Miranda lit up her cigarette and walked into the study adjoining her room as she shook off the smoking match. She reclined in her leather seat and propped her feet up on her desk.
"When my father is done trying to woo both Misses Drogan and Lamont, give them these envelopes." She opened a drawer and handed them over to Margaret who nodded. "And when the others are free, inform them I'd like to meet with them whenever is convenient." She smiled deviously before dismissing Margaret.
Miranda took two aspirin and reclined in her chair with her eyes closed. 'All this work is really giving me a headache.' She pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed.
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 2:03 pm
As Michie recieves his orders, and his wrists are finally unbound, he releases a sigh of relief from his throat. Then, he remains quiet, as said by his mistress. He listens to the small conversation, yet his eyes stay fixed on Miranda's propped up feet. Oh, how he wanted to touch those... Yet, he had his doubts in that. It was hard to be a slave with a foot fetish, yet, if he was lucky, a mistress would ask for a foot rub now and then. Michie excelled at that. He sighs lightly once again, examining the inside of the bedroom. It made him wonder what his was like... With his luck, he would end up in a dog house.
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 11:43 pm
Peeking up over the hand pinching her nose, she remembered her latest purchase. Miranda eyed him lazily in thought. 'Despite his pride, he's strangely obedient. Hmph.'
She snuffed out her cigarette and sauntered her way back into her bedroom. He was an enigma. Or at least to her he seemed that way. She'd bought him despite the fact that he annoyed her. Despite his pride. Maybe it was herself she didn't understand. Miranda sat at the end of her bed, legs apart with her elbows on her knees just staring at him.
"It's time to lay down some ground rules." After a few minutes of silence she spoke. "You will adress me as Mistress. You are not to talk to anyone other than my servant Margaret and myself unless I tell you otherwise. For the most part we'll be staying in these rooms. Your not to leave these rooms unless I am with you. And no, bathroom isn't far enough for you to go out of bounds seeing how it's right over there." She pointed to a door not far from the head of her bed. "So don't even think about trying to use that as an excuse. Are we clear so far?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2007 5:26 pm
Michie merely nods, as he listens attentively to Miranda speak to him. When he hears of 'Ground Rules' He pays attention expecially to that. As she instructs him what he can do, and what he cannot, he nods accepting the fact of bondage. "I understand, Mistress." Then, of course, he has questions to ask. "Mistress, may I ask a few questions?" Michie inquires.
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2007 7:19 pm
Satisfied that he accepted her rules, she nodded obligingly. "You can ask, but I might not answer them if they're none of your business."
Miranda didn't trust him and she was going to be extremely careful of what she said and did around him. 'The last thing I need is him prying into my business.' Despite any good intentions he might possibly possess, she never underestimated her family's ability to be conniving and manipulative. And she knew they would soon find out about him and try to use it to their advantage.
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2007 7:26 pm
Michie shrugs a bit. "What is punishment like? How will you treat me?" He asks, scratching his head a bit, concearned in what life will be like from now on. He imagined himself under lock and key for a while, probably a long while, but nothing he was not used to. He did live a caged life, afterall.
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2007 7:36 pm
Miranda chuckled a bit, shaking her head and looking at the floor. 'Of course he'd be concerned about that.' She clasped her hands and looked up at him.
"I don't really know myself. Depends on what you do and how you piss me off. I've never had a slave before so I don't really know my limits as far as punishments go. But make no mistake, I know full well how to treat one." She flashed a smirk that practically dared him to try and test her. "Any other questions?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2007 7:50 pm
After Michie's answers were recieved, he nods, understanding now. As Miranda flashes her smirk, Michie swallows hard, then he asks, "Where do I begin with making your life better, Mistress?" Michie asks, afraid to test against his mistress. He realizes now, more than ever, that Miranda will always have more power than him. Always, because he was the slave, and she was the Mistress. It was all coming clear, now.
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2007 8:11 pm
Miranda considered his question, rolled it around on her tongue for a bit. "I suppose that ties into why I bought you and your duties."
The end of his chain was a few inches from her feet. She picked it up and slowly wrapped it around her hand, so that he had no choice but to come closer to her.
"I asked you if you could defend yourself. And basically you told me you suck. So starting tomorrow you'll be learning Aikido with my old sensei. He's a slave now. But his Mistress repsects him enough to let him keep teaching. And he is one of only two men I respect and so you'll respect him as well." She let that sink in before she continued on. "You'll be many things. My pet. My shadow. The victim of my rage, misplaced or otherwise. But most inportantly my bodyguard. I have many enemies both within and without these walls. And despite my ability to defend myself fairly well, I think the numbers are a little against me."
While she was telling him all this, she'd stopped pulling but her grip on the chain was so tight her knuckles were turning white. She'd upset herself just talking about it and her mind was reeling with all the ways she wanted to hurt those who wished to hurt her and the few who had already done so. She was so lost in thought she'd forgotten Michie was right in front of her.
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2007 5:40 am
Michie nods, as Miranda speaks again. "It seemed logical." He says, with a slight sigh afterwards. He wonders what she will say next, he is... Almost excited to hear his mistress speak to him. It makes him feel less lonely, and more social.
As Miranda begins wrapping the chain around her hand, Michie obviously begins to move forward. He cannot rebel against it, but merely continue towards Miranda. He feels embarrassed now, his face blushing a bit from what is currently haooening.
As Michie listens to Miranda speak, he lets it all sink in. He would finally learn to fight, and defend. It would be a dangerous life, from now on. As a slave, a shadow, a whipping boy, and even a bodyguard. The first two careers were okay, being Miranda's pet and shadow were not so bad. However, a whipping boy, and bodyguard displayed both pain and suffering.
Once Miranda stops pulling on his collar chain, Michie sighs with relief. "One more inquiry, Mistress..." Michie begins to say, "What would you like me to do first?" He asks, watching her, attentively.
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2007 7:29 pm
Miranda's eyes snapped to Michie when he spoke. 'What a waste of a last question.' She rolled her eyes and stared at him for a good minute, wondering herself what his first task should be. Then without warning it hit her and she wrinkled her nose in disgust, sitting back a bit.
"First things first, your in desperate need of a bath. Or shower. Doesn't matter so long as your washing."
Miranda tossed the chain to the floor and quickly went off to ransack her walk-in closet that seemed at least half the size, if not exactly the same size, as her room. She pulled out a t-shirt that was big on her but would probably fit him perfectly, and a pair of jeans that might be slightly tight on him. Miranda stormed back out to her room and shoved Michie towards the bathroom with the clothes she'd just picked out.
"Wash up good. If you come out in less than a half hour your not clean enough!" When he was over the threshold she unclasped the chain from the collar and thrust her finger into his face. "Do not take that off. Ever." With that said, Miranda closed the door on him before he could even think to blink.
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2007 7:38 pm
Michie's face turns a slight shade of red in embarrassment. "I thought you would comment about my odor soon enough, Mistress." He sighs a bit. He does feel better that he can finally bathe in so long, and he does intend on making his bath last for as long as necessary.
As he recieves the clothes, that makes him feel even better, now that he can remove his hand-me-down clothes from another poor slave. They felt so new in his hands. Michie could cry.
Once he recieves the instruction to wash up good, he nods. "That is an order I can follow." Once he is about to turn on the bath tub, and wash up, he learns that he may never take the collar off. He swallows hard, maybe Miranda wanted to keep him for good? It seemed like a sure sign. He sighs, turning on the hot water, and soon, begining to bathe. The warm water is so relaxing to him.
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