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malins said:
hmmm...
first ... there's a difference between 'being ordered to wear something' and 'concealing something' :D
second ... this Master is usually very merciful but don't try to be a smart-ass around Him. That can get you in big trouble! :eek: :span1:
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But isn't wearing anything at all, by definition, is to conceal?

If so, doesn't that mean the master opposed his own order?

Uh-oh, maybe it's the master who is in a...big trouble...

His slavegirl to the rescue? :lol:
 
Mr. 0 said:
But isn't wearing anything at all, by definition, is to conceal?
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Sometimes it is to accentuate in fact!
see-through skirts and instant-access aprons! :tits::D
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Anyways ... there are of course also male slaves on the estate.
I'm getting a hunch though that if you guys got rounded up, you might not last very long in His slave-stables! :eek:
The whim of the Master is Law, no second-guessing, no smart-alecking and no back-talking!
 
malins said:
Part 6
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A slave caught with a book!
Outrageous!:nono:

malins said:
hmmm...
first ... there's a difference between 'being ordered to wear something' and 'concealing something' :D
second ... this Master is usually very merciful but don't try to be a smart-ass around Him. That can get you in big trouble! :eek: :span1:
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Although, this master is really a difficult man to serve!:oops:
 
The soppy sentimental photostory continues, prepare to get saccharinized!!!

Part 7

malins said:
I shall have her sent up, and see if she has found any understanding of,
and remorse for, her transgressions.
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Trembling against the trunk of the pain-tree,
she heard the matron approach again,
sent on an errand from Him.

"Master wishes to see you.​
You will answer to Him in His study.​
Do not think you are getting off easy ... ​
what He has in store for you may be so severe​
he wants it to remain unseen.​
He wants you to come like you were before."​

Quickly she undid the braids again,
to the terrified slave,
it felt like chains dropping away.

But there would be punishment, for sure ... just not here.
She fumbled as she donned her slave garb again,
He will be watching, she thought,
I will approach the house in unhesitant steps.

Ascend to my destiny.

Her heart hammered in her chest
as she climbed the steep wooden steps
to His study under the roof.

A place where she had never been,
a mix between study and workshop, she realized

a place for his private thoughts usually ...
but also ... private work.

Some of the tools,
amidst the raw beams of wood,
looked fearful.

Those must be for me, she thought.

Present yourself, wretched slave,
disrobe, worthless one,

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submit, at my feet.

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"Confess to me now, slave,
what it is, that you deserve punishment for."

"As a slave I saw my purpose in pleasing you, Sir.
I attempted to predict what would most please you,
and bring these moments about more often.

I have tried to get all Master's attention for myself,

and ... by trying to understand your wishes and desires, Sir,

and focusing them all on me ...

I have ...
..."

Confess, slave.

"I have ... as a slave, Sir ...
I have tried to ...
... to ...
control you."

That is, you have tried to turn on its head,
who is master and who is servant!
What does one call the slave who does this?

A rebellious slave, Sir.

And what is done when a slave rebels and attempts to become master?

Sir, the rebellious slave is...
... is ...
crucified.

You have certainly read about it in those books you have stolen.
'Crucified' is just a word,
tell me what it means for you.
Speak clearly, slave.

It means,
she said, pointing to the base of her wrist,

that large iron nails will be beaten through my wrists,
so that I can hang from a beam of wood raised above the ground.
And then,
she said, clasping her foot,

spikes go through here, so that my feet are off the ground,
and fixed to the post that carries the crossbeam.
They could go through here,
she said, pointing to the top of her foot,

or through there,
turning it sideways and indicating the heel.

So hangs the rebellious slave until dead.

All in all that is correct as a simple understanding, slave.
Get up now, over there to the workbench.
What is it you see?

I see tools Sir, among them those,
that could be used to do it.
If you so wish Sir,
the tools with which I will be crucified.

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Now look up, what do you see around you, in this room?

I see ... beams of wood in this room, Sir.
Beams that will hold, that will carry.
It could be done with me... here and now.

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Sir, have you ever ...

She broke off the question as she knew it would be going too far.
But He nodded gravely.
Sometimes such things are necessary.

Bring the nails, kneel before me, place them in front of you.

Yes sir.

Now with the thumb and index finger of your right hand,
press firmly between the two bones of your left lower arm,
right behind the wrist. Press in until it begins to hurt,
and tell me how much flesh there is.

It is less than an inch Sir.
The nail will go through in one blow, I am sure, Sir.

Indeed it would.
Now pick up the nail.
Place it there and press in.

She complied with some hesitation.
Did He want to see blood?
As she tried to push past the point
where the pain told her to stop,
He intervened.

I see you understand. Enough, give it to me, slave.

Her breathing was ragged as she handed the nail over.
He pricked her breast with it,
running it in a circle, then over her chest,
up her throat as she let her head fall back,
around and over her chin, to her lips.
She placed a soft kiss on the nail.

Slave, you have grown so many thoughts in your head.
So confess just one of them to me,
Slave, you deserve to be crucified?

She closed her eyes.

It is not about anything I might or might not deserve Sir.

It is about what you desire, Sir.

Hmmm.
What I desire firstmost
is to be a good Master.
And for that purpose I make my decision.

A shudder ran through her,
she kept her eyes closed.
Awaiting His sentence.

[... to be continued obviously ...]
 
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Loxuru said:
;)I am all ready to sweeten a cup of coffee now!:clapping:
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You can also have your breakfast sweetened by a serving slave ;)
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Loxuru said:
That master keeps tricking her!
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Well it is mostly mind games...

The idea of the thread is to not really add anything to the pictures,
just arrange them in a way with some comments that might invoke an imaginary story
(obviously there will sometimes be issues with continuity so her hairstyle or clothing (if any) may abruptly change :D )
... it would of course be entirely possible by photomanipulation to put ropes, chains, shackles, whipmarks etc. on,
but the challenge here is to get away without that!
 
malins said:
Part 4
When evening came,
and it was time for all the slave-girls to be locked in the Cellar,
He sometimes made an exception,
and called upon this one
instead of sending her down,
calling her up
to warm his bed for some hours,
and keep his sheets sweet.

She would step out of her slave-garb,
and humbly present herself for His pleasure.

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He would however,
never permit her to spend the entire night in Master's bed.

Never once would she wake with him,
as the morning sun caressed both their faces.

Instead in the darkest, coldest hour He would rise
(He'd learned to wake by will during his years with the Legions,
when it was necessary to guard endangered encampments)
and would shake her from slumber,
and send her downstairs,
to sleep alone.

Since the Cellar was locked at night,
and she was without her garb,
she would seek out the remaining heat from the hearth.

That is where she would be found in the morning,
when the household came alive.

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i could happily find a use for one of these....
 
Part 8

The Master towered over her kneeling figure.
And He said,

I shall be cruel with you, slave.​
Not so much for the things that you have done,​
​
Rather because I am afraid I have been going soft.​
and that will not do.​

From where she knelt there was a thing she could not help noticing.
So she replied,

I can't see anything soft about you Master it all seems rather hard​

Enough is enough! -- she is incorrigible, he understood!

He grabbed her by the hair and threw her down roughly upon the floor.

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And then he let his instincts run wild.

One who could not discipline herself,
would get to know what he was,
when he didn't either.

All the other slaves in the house of course,
were aware of this one's journey up to Master's private study.
And that she was awaiting punishment.

So when they heard that heavy 'THUMP'
of her body hitting the wooden boards,
they all stopped whatever they were doing,
went silent, and pricked their ears.

The ensuing slave-rape
was more cruel, more vigorous,
and yes more wondrous than anything that had happened at this estate in a lifetime.

When he was done with her,
and the red haze dissipated,
his breath returned to normal,

he found himself standing over an inert form,
and worried for a moment,

he might have in his conquering rage,
snuffed out a precious life-spark.

But then to his relief,
her limbs stirred,
and she gave a moan.

Over the coming days, she recovered,
as days turned into weeks,
bruises went from black and blue,
to greenish, yellow-brown and faded.

As weeks turned into months she changed,
and it became clear the opposite had been true

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what would their future hold?

Like all of us, they'd have to deal with life's vicissitudes
pass through their share of adversity, loss and sorrow,

but if they haven't died,
then we'll just say,

"They lived happily ever after".
(as tales like this always end)

:p :p :p :p :p :p :p




 
malins said:
Sorry to disappoint,
but hammer nails & wooden beams
might in this case only be used for raising new barns on Master's estate!
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I'm sure with a little hammer and a supply of very small beams, the slavegirl could be compelled to labour productively making little crosses to be sold at the parish fair for pious ladies to wear as ornaments.
 
Loxuru said:
Not the moment for ironic double talk, girl!

Unless you deliberately want to push your luck!
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I guess double talk & pushing her luck was part of her character!
Eulalia said:
I'm sure with a little hammer and a supply of very small beams, the slavegirl could be compelled to labour productively making little crosses to be sold at the parish fair for pious ladies to wear as ornaments.
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And the less pious ones will wear the crosses that have delicately carved and hand painted little martyr figurines on them ...

Anyway, time for the credits.

The model in all of the pictures is Muse Mercier, she's appeared quite often on the forums, most recently here
http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/lovely-ladies-thread.2104/page-506#post-547577

some of the photos are self-portraits, fort instance the breakfast one (She's an accomplished photographer by herself), the rest are taken by her husband. A few images I've cropped to better fit in with the story otherwise they're unmanipulated, I've just try to arrange them to tell this silly tale.
(The pic of the tools on the workbench is out of context and has nothing to do with her).
 
@malins Actually she is one of the photographer/models (but most of hers is done by her husband) , those inspired me.
There was an image with her newborn baby (at that time) leaded me into sacrificed motger idea. She did lots of motherhood pics but that one is very different in Low key . She wored only a Christian nun like hood and hold her baby. Her facial expression in there is perfect (that's why I love) . Real portrait of Queen mother who was prepared to die for her child.
But after few weeks later , sadly she said she had to delete all her motherhood pics due she found on porn sites :(
Unlucky i deleted all my 500px screen shot in my old phone. You are making me remember that pic :)
But i still have two other fine art style of hers in my old laptop..i m gonna share when i get a chance.
 
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