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Can’t believe I’m missing Quantico right now. Hopefully Hulu won’t crap out tomorrow.

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You could do without the cancer sticks.

I’m out of cigarettes and haven’t had a good drink in fucking weeks. I’m pretty sure this is what he’ll is.

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"Girl named Cami who seems pretty chill and then Ophelia the irritable blonde princess.  Sorry babe, you’re surrounded by estrogen.  Good luck.”

“Thanks. Speaking of roomies, do you know who else we’re in here with? I haven’t met the other two yet.”

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I think I’m good for now but thanks.  That’s also true, Mistress Amirah.  I’ve served said punishment.

Hello Students;

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It’s Skye.  True.

Hello Students;

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Honestly, I’m more worried about him, Mistress Amirah.  Being surrounded by three women who will probably all eventually be pmsing at the same time is going to be it’s own special brand of torture.

Hello Students;

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[PM] I mean the library has stuff but I just went on Wikipedia and looked up kinks it gave me a whole list of things.  He means punishment wise what your limits are... like what are you not willing to do when it come to this twisted place especially in terms of bdsm.  Also if you have any triggers or anything you should mention that.

[PM] I forgot to address Julian as Sir once- ONCE and now he's asking me for a list of soft and hard limits?! I think I'm being punished and he said to consult you if I had concerns.. I don't even think I know what he means by hard and soft limits, Skye. Help!!

[PM] He likes dishing out punishments cause he can be an arrogant douche who definitely enjoys using the power he has.  But my experience- although rather humiliating, was not terrible.  He took good care of me after.  What do you need help with??

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“Welcome new roomie.  I like the poem.”

In celebration of my arrival and designation as a submissive, I’ve written a poem. Now, Hunter Clarington is nobody’s poet, but it isn’t half bad, if I do say so myself.

“Roses are red, violets are blue, it’ll be a cold day in hell before I take orders from little shits like you.” 

Thank you, thank you. I’ll be here until the end of time.

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Hello, Vice HeadMistress- is that your preferred title?  I actually do have a question...  Was there a mistake with rooming or are the submissive rooms uni-sex?

Hello Students;

My name is  Amirah Chaudhary and I am the vice headmistress at Pennhurst. If you didn’t have any concerns beforehand, I’m sure you do now and especially since you have been here a while. I am the person that you will address these concerns, but keep in mind I am a dominant and I won’t tolerate attitudes. 

Questions?

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[PM] Hard limits- stuff you won’t ever do under any circumstances.  Soft limits- Stuff you’d really rather not do but if you have to you’ll do it.

[PM] I forgot to address Julian as Sir once- ONCE and now he's asking me for a list of soft and hard limits?! I think I'm being punished and he said to consult you if I had concerns.. I don't even think I know what he means by hard and soft limits, Skye. Help!!

[PM] He likes dishing out punishments cause he can be an arrogant douche who definitely enjoys using the power he has.  But my experience- although rather humiliating, was not terrible.  He took good care of me after.  What do you need help with??

@switch-kurt

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julianwright:

Julian grinned in satisfaction upon hearing her words, pleased that his distraction tactic was working. He could see color returning to her face and she was shaking less. He wasn’t really hungry, of course. It was all just part of his plan to get her to accept his request, so she could at least focus on something other than her own feelings of vulnerability. He had a good feeling that she would heed his offer, especially when said offer was to serve him. Almost every person he had ever dominated before had had the need to feel useful, even during their aftercare. Sure, it was an extra step that he didn’t need to take, but being a capable Dominant meant stepping up to the plate and taking on responsibilities he didn’t have to. Still, he wondered if he shouldn’t have cared so much; this kind of privilege should be reserved for his future claim, shouldn’t it?

He leaned back against the couch as he continued to watch her, consciously returning his thoughts to his present circumstances. Deciding he wanted to feel her warmth and softness against his body, he shifted slightly and pulled her into his lap at the same time he bent his head down, then flicked his dark gaze upward to fixate on her, before lowering his mouth to take a bite of the sandwich. “I don’t wish to brag, but this is one hell of a grilled cheese.” He said between slow, soft chews, savouring the taste of the food. “And to answer your question, I’m perfectly capable of feeding myself as well. But the food always taste better when it’s being served by a Submissive.” He winked, lifting a glass of whisky he had prepared for himself earlier and taking a deep swallow, smacking his lips as the dark drink hit the back of his throat. “Now, I believe it’s your turn.” He remarked contently, picking up another sandwich piece from the plate and bringing it to her lips. “Take a bite. Slowly.” His order fell from his lips as his grasp tightened around her waist, bringing her closer to the food.

Skye was a bit unnerved with all of the attention focused in on her but at the same time she found she was enjoying it.  Tugging the blanket in close with her free hand, she snuggled into its warmth; her eyes darting from the dominant’s eyes, down to his lips and then back.  In all honesty she really wanted to hate everything about this situation and everything about the man before her but she couldn’t.  A small squeak left her lips as she was pulled into his lap.  Watching him take a bite, she was fixated for the briefest of seconds before his words were snapping her out of it.  She squirmed in his lap to find a comfortable position and gave a hint of a smirk.  “Mm hmm...”  Once the food was gone, she brought her hand up to her mouth, licking the tip of her pointer before sucking the butter from her thumb. Dark eyes glanced up innocently and she slowly pulled her thumb from her mouth, a soft blush tinting her cheeks as she realized what she was doing.

Eyeing the grilled cheese he held in his hand, she reached to take it and came to the conclusion that she wouldn’t be allowed to handle it herself.  The girl gave a small pout but then that hold on her waist was tugging her in closer and she forgot what she was even pouting about.  It took a tentative moment but soon she was leaning in to obediently take a slow bite.  Despite the foul language she typically used, Skylar was always very aware of manners in certain situations, which meant chewing with her mouth closed.  One of her biggest pet peeves was obnoxious spit sounds, they drove her nuts.  The submissive chewed slowly and kept her eyes on his.  When she was given permission to eat more she did until it was gone and she found her lips wrapped around his finger out of habit.  Flicking her tongue over the tip she hummed and drew back, glancing away and settling against him.  “... Thank you for the food, Sir.”

Aftercare → Julian & Skylar | 3.23

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[PM] I forgot to address Julian as Sir once- ONCE and now he's asking me for a list of soft and hard limits?! I think I'm being punished and he said to consult you if I had concerns.. I don't even think I know what he means by hard and soft limits, Skye. Help!!

[PM] He likes dishing out punishments cause he can be an arrogant douche who definitely enjoys using the power he has.  But my experience- although rather humiliating, was not terrible.  He took good care of me after.  What do you need help with??

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Classes are alright, you know how I am with school not much of a fan. But they beat high school shit so.. yeah. How about you?

Classes have been... classes.  You know except yesterday but yeah... they’ve been fine I guess.

Private | Jack&Skye

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julianwright:

Julian looked down at Skylar as she spoke, studying her face carefully, ostensibly looking for a clue to any unseen discomfort or pain. As a Dominant, it was his responsibility to watch and monitor his Submissive carefully during and after a scene, so that he could prevent his Submissive from being harmed, either physically or emotionally. He had always stressed the importance of aftercare, and he would do anything in his power to shelter, repair, and protect his Submissive from a place of strength. As he continued to search her face, he noticed that something has indeed gone wrong, but before he could find the right words to ask, she was already pressing against his chest and burying her face into his shoulder. Although her actions and words had caught him in an unguarded moment, but they weren’t unexpected. The fact that she could still stand after the day’s events was commendable enough.

“I have no objections to that. None at all.” He murmured softly as he tightened his arms around her, pressing her more closely against his body. His questions could wait, for right now what she really needed was his strength― a grounding like most people do when all the ground beneath them had been swept away. He knew she had surrendered, in this one moment at least, and he intended to help her through it. One of his hands came up to brush her hair, stroking it gently for a few seconds before slowly releasing the grip he had on her and sliding his hand along her side. “This will keep you warm for the time being.” He smiled a little, taking a step back to wrap the soft blanket around her. “Okay, up we go.” He bent down and swept her up into his arms in one swift motion, carrying her to his living room and gently laying her down onto his couch. After making sure she was comfortable, he sat down beside her and picked up the plate of grilled cheese, holding it up for her to see. “So, would you prefer me to feed you, or do you think you’re strong enough to feed me first? This smells good, and it’s making me hungry.” He quipped, a soft smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

Skye was grateful that the man hadn’t questioned her about her behavior, she wasn’t sure she’d really be able to give him an answer even if he did.  The way his strong arms tightened around her slender frame made her feel safe.  As his hand came up to run through her hair she found herself leaning into his touch, apparently her body responded quite well to him of its own accord.  A soft hum vibrated against her lips as the blanket was wrapped with care around her chilled body... it was nice to know that she was in good hands. Skye squeaked softly, a little bit surprised when he swept her off her feet and into his arms.  Skye was so confused at the amount of security she felt in his presence, it was something she really hadn’t thought was at all possible.  In that short walk, she curled in against the Dominant and stayed quiet.  Once on the couch, she curled up a bit more and tugged the blanket tighter around her body.

At his question she rose a brow and smirked. He wanted her to feed him?  What an interesting concept.  She hadn’t had anyone feed her since she was six years old.   It took a moment but a soft laugh left perfect pink lips and she actually smiled for the first time that day, shaking her head a little bit.  “I’m perfectly capable of feeding myself, Sir...”  The little brunette gave him this teasing look that spoke volumes in its silence.  Taking up one of the sandwich pieces she brought it up to his mouth and waited for him to take a bite.  “And how old are you exactly, hum?”  Her tone was playful yet still on the smaller, more hushed side. That brow rose once more as intense brown eyes gazed up through dark, thick lashes. “One would think at your age you’d be capable as well.”  But if he wanted to be fed then she’d feed him simply so that she wouldn’t have to hear about it later- plus, it was fun giving him a hard time.

Aftercare → Julian & Skylar | 3.23

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[PM] Ah.. Okay. [PM] Thank you, Skye.

[PM] Of course.  You seem pretty awesome.

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julianwright:

Julian released the gag and threw it to the side, not caring about how and where it would land. He stood up next, extending his hand down to her, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “It hurts, doesn’t it? That’s the whole point of punishments.” A content hum left his mouth at the sight of Skylar accepting his hand; it felt good to be trusted. His hand wandered down to grip her wrist, pulling her closer until their faces were just a few inches apart from each other. “Are you feeling hot or unwell, Skye?” He mused, enjoying the way she blushed. He was a man before he was a Dominant, and teasing had always been a personal hobby of his.

He released her hand after a while, but kept himself close in case she needed the extra support. “So, you mentioned a bath when I asked about the things you’d like for aftercare. Do you want to have it now or would you prefer to eat and drink something first?” With a slight tilt of his head, Julian gestured towards his living room, where a plate of grilled cheese sandwich could be seen from where they currently stood. He turned back to face her, and murmured, “I made grilled cheese and a glass of fruit smoothie for you. The smoothie is something extra, of course. You’ve been a go―” He stopped abruptly and straightened, cursing quietly under his breath for almost forgetting about her request. “Well, take it as a small reward from me. You did well today.” He spoke softly as he surveyed her with hard eyes that gave nothing away. “You could go straight to bed too, if that’s what you’d prefer. I dare say my old T-shirt will fit you perfectly.”

Dark eyes followed him as he stood up and extended his hand.  That stare moved from his face down to his hand and she considered it for a long moment before taking it.  She let him pull her up off her knees and when he gripped her wrist and pulled her closer she felt her breath hitch in her throat momentarily. Those long, toned legs felt like rubber and she swayed a bit before gaining stability. At his question her cheeks flushed again and she rolled her eyes a little bit with a short, quiet laugh, glancing away.  “It’s not nice to tease me when I’m this drained, Sir.”  She muttered softly, though she knew that was the point.

The girl nodded along with his mention of aftercare, listening intently.  She was carefully considering her options.  She didn’t want her food to go cold but then again she felt dirty right now.  Biting into her lower lip she finally settled on food but as he started to say that phrase and stopped himself, her eyes shot up to meet his.  Her stare was filled with an unexplainable sadness and fear that couldn’t be placed.  With her legs feeling weak she lost her balance slightly and wavered forward gripping his shirt to steady herself against his upper chest. Eyes fluttered shut and she buried her face into his shoulder. Thankfully for Julian, the near fall had her forgetting that he’d nearly spoken that phrase.  Taking a minute to breathe, once she was certain that she could stand on her own, she released him.  “I... Sorry... Uhm... The food sounds good, Sir... and then a hot bath please?  I feel pretty fu-... pretty gross.”

Aftercare → Julian & Skylar | 3.23