ummm yes its a bit long even after edited, but the rp was thoroughly enjoyed
- thanks guys for participating those who were there....
*heading towards the bank*
[15:04] Nettle Blackthorne just shrugged, she had a lot of work ahead of her but fgured she would get there somehow if she idint her MIstress had told her she was going to make cabbage responsible. She lowered her eyes to the cobble and quickly followed after red "yes Mistress" looking to the male she whispered "well wishes Master"
[15:04] RedSnapper Teitelbaum looks to nancy, "better come too"...looks a bit perturbed at Flames countenance, follows with clicking of heels
[15:04] Banker: Red, I will meet you in teh bank momentarily
[15:04] RedSnapper Teitelbaum sighs and walks off "I dont know" shemumbles
[15:04] Private slave swallows hard
[15:05] RedSnapper Teitelbaum runs her fingers down the side of the chair and clicks them "stop hiding beast"
[15:06] Nettle Blackthorne kneeled quietly in the rug. Her Mistress firm words still ringing in her ears. Lifting her head she looked to the back of the chair "yes Mistress--aint hiding though.."
[15:06] RedSnapper Teitelbaum barks "come closer both of you" as she gently pulls the whip across her palm
[15:07] Nettle Blackthorne moved around the chair and silently kneeled in front of Red nervous eyes looking to the whip "yes Mistress"
[15:07] RedSnapper Teitelbaum: "look at this whip, its criss crossed fine slithers of soft leather, look so enticing and beautiful, yet so painful in its possibility, it is an instrument, one you should be accustomed to but never used to beast"
[15:07] private slave: Mistress? *she asks timidly watching her play with the whip*
[15:09] Nettle Blackthorne stared at the cruel leather tool she was all to familiar with. In her case the whip had never been spared, and she feared it to the pint at times she would urinate if snapped on the air "yes Mistress i knjow it and the kurt very well Mistress--as you know"
[15:09] RedSnapper Teitelbaum looks to both girls, allowing them to see the long length of the whip, a time not often had by a slave for it is usually coarsing across ones skin
[15:10] RedSnapper Teitelbaum looks discerningly again at nettle then to nancy "such a fine instrument should be cleaned well, it is pleasing to the Free to ahve their things well looked after, would either of you know how to clean such a thing?"
[15:10] private slave swallows hard tracing her eyes up the length of the leather
[15:10] private slave: With oil Mistress?
[15:10] RedSnapper Teitelbaum: "no, never with oil, its rots the leather, it will eventually disintegrate"
[15:11] private slave: Oh...with a clean repcloth Mistress?
[15:11] Nettle Blackthorne shrugged lightly she knew noting of how to clean such things. "i suspect a dry cloth?"
[15:11] Nettle Blackthorne: nothing*
[15:11] RedSnapper Teitelbaum: no
[15:11] RedSnapper Teitelbaum sighs
[15:12] RedSnapper Teitelbaum: you would use animal fat or soap from cleaning the leathers used on bosks or the various riding animals
[15:12] RedSnapper Teitelbaum: mix it to a paste and apply, working the leather
[15:12] RedSnapper Teitelbaum: leave to dry, in such a way as to not kink the leather
[15:12] RedSnapper Teitelbaum: then work it with a cloth after
[15:12] RedSnapper Teitelbaum: you should learn this well
[15:13] private slave bites her lip "But we are forbidden to touch weapons Mistress..."
[15:14] RedSnapper Teitelbaum: no nancy, if you are commanded to clean a whip you will do as such - with which she snaps the handle between both hands and holds it out towards you "open your mouth girl"
[15:14] Nettle Blackthorne frowns and lets out a gentle mumble "why--so i will have a finely attended to whip across my back--?" nettle dashed away her snarky comment and whispered "Yes Mistress i will remember and be sure to ask my MIstress, if she would like for me to attend her whip"
[15:16] private slave looks to her slightly afraid now and leans up opening her mouth reluctantly
[15:16] RedSnapper Teitelbaum looks to nettle with darkened orbs "you are sometimes an insolent and ungrateful slave, you know my apartment, you will get the whip furthest left hanging up and bring it to me now, and harta"
[15:16] RedSnapper Teitelbaum slips the freshly cleaned and supple whip in to the girls mouth and reclines back in to her chair
[15:17] Nettle Blackthorne whimpered softly and thought to beg for forgiveness, but the teacher had always been mostly kind and tolerant of her "Aye Mistress..whip far left" She rose and scurried off in the direction of Reds apartment padding quickly up the stairs.
[15:20] RedSnapper Teitelbaum walks her fingers along the wooden rest of the chair "I think its time for a lesson" she says gently as she smoothes her freshly washed locks away from her face
[15:20] private slave sits up, the whip in her mouth. She rests back onto her heels, closing her eyes - never before in her life had she ever thought she would be a kajira, doing as told, using her mouth to hold various objects - She'd have felt humiliated, yet she felt proud now as if to perform to please - yet how she did not know. All she knew was to do as told, not know her Master or Mistress
[15:20] Nettle Blackthorne ran up to the second floor apartment and eased the door open. She looked about the apartment nodding approvingly at the decor. Quickly she grabbed the whip and wielded it in her hand feeling somewhat powerful as she snapped it at the airt "i guess this is it" She pranced back down the stairs to see what the rest of the lesson entailed.
[15:22] Nettle Blackthorne kneeled cautiously in the carpet and held the whip out before her on trembling fingertips "Your whip Mistress" She held the whip out, the falls of the whip bounced across her bare thigh
[15:23] RedSnapper Teitelbaum hears the brisky scurrying of feet, watches you arrive with her old battered whip, one she grew up with and didnt particularly look after very well, but a sense of sentimentality about it..but it wasnt in great shape, dried and not supple like the ones well looked after, its skin tight and slightly cracked..sees you offer the whip and takes it from you "I think a lessons is due to be well learn't today nettle, you will strip as I do not wish to ruin your Owners clothes"
[15:24] private slave sees her hold it out with her hands - it was a weapon she thought. many times had she whipped a slave for holding a weapon, or touching one with their hands. she sucked back her saliva that began to gather in her mouth, not wanting to wet the whip - thinking of the fat and liquids used to clean and work the leather of the whip
[15:25] private slave fidgets uncontrolably upon hearing her words, she shudders slightly glad she wasn't in her position. yet...
[15:26] Nettle Blackthorne looked to Red puzzled and wndered where she had errored. Her eyes filled with fear and she shook her head as her mind screamed out "what is happening" She paused and looked to Nancy who had sat innocently on the rug "strip Mistress--ruin my omwers clothes?" She was not di however just rather shocked at the request. She peeled the soft fine tunic from her flesh and folded her treasured item against her firm ample bosom "you are going to whip mme Mistress?"
[15:26] RedSnapper Teitelbaum watches the brunette look like shes is going to dribble..pincers her brows and smoothes her fingers along the length trailing down upon the girls thigh, then feels the harsh cracked leather of the whip upon her palm
[15:29] RedSnapper Teitelbaum stands up and watches you undress, her face expressionless "you know slave, a Free has not to have any reason to flick a whip against your flesh, or any other form of punishment, you will do well to remember this, in fact I am doing your Owner a service to remind you of your position in slavery"...her hand grips the old whip as she moves across the room "you will adopt the stand display position for me"..as her heels click across the floor "it seems you need to learn to be dutiful to your Owners goods and respect the leather that sometimes adorns your flesh, you will soon learn the difference in what a slaves care can make to your own discomfort, you will learn well" with which she turns to nancy and barks "stand and come next to me"
[15:32] private slave closes her eyes - air thick with suspense, did she hold in her mouth the whip that would kiss her harshly? At her command she gasps dropping the whip from her mouth, glancing to her and the whip laying upon the ground - she swallows hard and leans down picking it up quickly with her teeth, scurrying to herside, the tail of the whip dragging behind her
[15:33] private slave positions herself slightly behind her, hoping she'd not pick up on the mistake. "Yeh Mishcrish" *she replies to her as she stands still*
[15:33] Nettle Blackthorne rose reluctantly from the carpet and stood on wobbily shaky legs. Nettle lowered her head and whispered softly "yes Mistress" She had never however been whipped just to show her she was slave..usually she had errored. She entertwined her fingers at the bas of her neck and turned around to face red. "please try not to leave ugly marks..my Mistress will not be pleased with me as it is"
[15:34] RedSnapper Teitelbaum turns her head stealthily slow towards nancy, "you may now grip the whip in your hand of use, you have whipped someone before tell me?"
[15:35] private slave: Ah..yes Mistress *she replies, dropping the whip to the ground before her, hoping she would not make her do this*
[15:36] RedSnapper Teitelbaum smiles "good then, when I command you, you will whip this beasts right leg once, only when I command", she then looks up towards nettle and whispers "strike her thigh, not her belly, or calf, her fleshy thigh
[15:37] private slave: But..But Mistress *protesting, and looking to her, face contorted with concern*
[15:37] Nettle Blackthorne looked to nancy..they had a long history. both panther girls, in differant tribes, but a hstory no less. And now slaves in this room..both slaves. She looked to nacy with her eyes pleading she did not wish for nancy to be in this position..looking to red she whispered "please dont do this?"
[15:37] banker: hurries in
[15:38] banker: Red, please forgive me. Will you be around in a biut?
[15:38] banker: I have pressing business that I must attend
[15:38] banker: and then we must talk as well
[15:38] banker: I have new for you
[15:38] RedSnapper Teitelbaum grips the old cracked whip in her hand "don't argue with me nancy, when I command you will do a strike or feel double uopn your own flesh", turns and looks to Lady Flame with the whip in her hand "Greetings Lady, I am just teaching these girls a lesson please bear with me a moment" she smiles
[15:40] private slave looks to the whip lying before her, the unraveled snaking, like that of a serpent, the dark cracked scales about its body, to the leather head of the ost. Glancing up to Red she pleads "Mistress i can't" as her head shakes from side to side
[15:40] banker: I will pay you as soon as I return, Red. Please forgive me. It is urgent
[15:41] RedSnapper Teitelbaum: of course Lady, we will catch up soon, be safe
[15:41] banker: nods and turns, heading out quickly
[15:43] RedSnapper Teitelbaum snatches the whip from nancies hand in annoyance, barks at her "on the ground, take up the whip position and don't move", turns to nettle with both whips now in her hand
[15:43] Nettle Blackthorne looked to nancy and her reluctance..she whispered to her "it is alright..you will get it twice as bad if you do not.."
[15:44] Nettle Blackthorne sighed an seen reds obvious annoyance with nancy now "crikies this is gonna be bad" she whispered as she eyed both the whips in reds hand
[15:44] private slave shakes her head to nettle and reproachfully sinks to the ground
[15:44] private slave lets out little whimpers in anticipation of the inevitable
[15:46] RedSnapper Teitelbaum looks to nettle and steps in close to her, almost touching her, lifts both whips for her to view "take a good look at these, close up, see the smoothness and softness of this one" as she displays the looked after leather, then lifts theo ther before you , strokes her finger fondly across the paler brown leather "look at this nettle, no shine, its parched like an ost on the Tahari, see the cracks, bits of skin lifting up, not good, but ai, I am fond of it, so I keep it, I only whip those special to me with this" with which she steps back and takes the supple whip in to her left hand, raising it high, swirling her wrist, orbs locked to your fleshy right thigh as the air hisses with one swift crack of the whip against your flesh
[15:48] private slave gasps at the sound, cringing as the whip hits poor nettle with a snap - letting out a yelp she hunches away, pulling her head into her arms tightly
[15:49] Nettle Blackthorne had reamined quiet and stoic in her stance. She knew what to expect, but she never failed to be fearful,, the first lash was always the worst and she braced herself for it. Feeling Reds close prescence she bit her lip and tried to remain still. She feared the woman, yet had deep respect for her. Her eeyes danced over the leather noting the subtle differances of the two "aye Mistress..i see" she nodded and watched as red retreated and pulled her am back. The whip coiled around her supple thigh leaving a raised pink mark perfectly around her leg. She seethed in agony and cried out "Gah!"
[15:51] RedSnapper Teitelbaum stepped forwards with her old whip, presses the handle to your lips "you will kiss my favorite whip with deference before you will feel it nettle" as she offers it towards your mouth, ignoring any reaction to the lash you just received, her intentions known, her purpose forceful
[15:53] Nettle Blackthorne: /,e had bounced abait on her tiptoes trying to soothe the pain she was feeling. She looked to the worn handle and the cracked fall with the peeling bits of leather. She did as she was asked and poked out her amber pouty lips and lightly kissed the rough leather a tear trickled down her red cheeks srimson in embaressment and anger
[15:53] private slave chews her bottom lip with a furrowed brow, wondering when the time would come - steadying her breathing to listen carefully. ears ringing from the tense moment, - heart thundering, beating like that of a wild urt, caught in a corner with a baby larl before her. Never before having known one with such ferocity, control yet powerful lessons - she remained quiet and still as if invisible. Waiting for her command.
[15:56] RedSnapper Teitelbaum looks briefly to the girl low down upon the floor, seeing her as she should be commanded, knows she is not to break position for fear of her life, continues with her lesson as she moves back having seen a slim slither of wetness upon the handle from nettles kiss, swaps hands to take the old leather whip in to her left hand, looking it momentarily, her face stoic as she looks upon your face for a mere second, watching the tears coarse down your face, for a woman like her she sees herself doing you a favour, deepening your slavery with every moment she can as she snaps her lythe arm up in the air, anchoring her foot to the ground as she snaps it across the room to lash against your left thigh, swiping across your brand
[16:00] Nettle Blackthorne screamed out as the old cracked whip wrapped around her other thigh leaving another angry red welt across her pale supple thigh. She half danced as a few tears sprung to her eyes. The pain was indeed intense as the flesh on her inner thighs was sensative. Whimpering she begged "please Mistress..please --i--i beg for mercy.." she tiptoed up and down but did not break her position nomatter how badly she wanted to remove her hands from the back of her head and sooth eht aching welts on her flesh.
[16:01] private slave jumps again at the crack of lightening, trembling. She wondered what madeher so worried - so vulnerable..the nakedness? The overpowering sense of being alone - no one to save you....she concluded - the overbearing sense of control and power eminating from the one that holds the whip - She was a slave, mere propertly that could be replaced. - the though hung there, in the silence. Only nettles breathing was what she heard
[16:02] RedSnapper Teitelbaum draws the whip back, taking both in to her hands, one in each, she moves forwards "I imagine indeed nettle that one would have felt quite different to the other, you may now chose to kiss which one you would prefer your Owner to use, and this will show me whether the lesson has been worthwhile today" her voice deep and methodical as she steps forwards fingers curls around each one, wavering near your face
[16:04] male slave makes his way towards the Ubara's quarters having seen to the orders she had given him before she departed. Hearing voices he paused going by the door of the banking and then the crack of the whip filling the air. He peered in seeing Nettle standing there nude with red welts forming on her body. He entered quietly, clearing his throat a little, "Tal Mistress. I hope that I am not interupting. Has Nettle been an issue." He frowned looking at her.
[16:04] Nettle Blackthorne looked to the dry cracked whip that had tore at her flesh horribly and the well oiled whip, the choice was clear She leaned in and pressed her lips to the well tended to whip . As she done so she noted cabbage and groaned for him having to see her in such a position, he would tell on her of course and her MIstress would not be pleased.
[16:06] private slave remains in the position, not looking up, hoping that she'd been forgotten - perhaps she'd become invisible, or would open her eyes to be in a different room or time.
[16:06] RedSnapper Teitelbaum raises one eyebrow, ignores the male slave for just now, sure to address to him later and takes one step back "you have chosen well nettle, the lesson is learn't, now for this errant disobedient slave here upon the ground, she will learn that not to obey an order is also a mistake, you will lash her with the whip you chose twice upon her back, you may release position now and do as requested"
[16:08] RedSnapper Teitelbaum turns upon heel and walks towards the male slave, leaving nettle to do as commanded, forms a thin smile as her eyes wander over you "nettle is learning a lesson, one she I doubt will forget, there is nothing of consequence needs to be reported, as the lesson in itself should do this"..her copper locks falling over her face slightly as she speaks "tell me boy do you dance?" her words rolling off her tongue in slight sweet melody as she changes her demeanour a touch
[16:09] private slave cringes hearing this - she knew she would do so - to save herself from a further thrashing as well as her.
[16:09] Nettle Blackthorne let her hands fall at her waist She knew she had to obey, if she did not she herself could be whipped for the exact same thing. She had been first girl before though and switching a slave was not new to her. She took the whip from reds hands and leaned down letting her fingers trace over the broad blank canvas of nancies back . She whispered softly "Please forgive me for what i am being ordered to do--either way it will happen"
[16:09] private slave remains still for her squeezing shut her eyes tensing her back for the kiss
[16:10] private slave nods curtly and shivers once before letting out a small whine
[16:11] male slave his eyes quickly looking up to the woman approaching him, he could feel his heart beating a bit harder looking quickly to Nettle with a bit of concern knowing he would still have to explain things later. Looking back up to the woman, "No Mistress, I am afraid that dancing wasn't ever one of the skills that I have had the direction to learn."
[16:13] Nettle Blackthorne rose back to her full height and let out a deep sigh,. She held the rigid whip handle in her hand and flicked at the air just out of the way taking a practice snap checking the weight..she did not wish to damage nancy or leave a permanent scar, these things had to be approached delicately. Nettle drug the leather whip across nancies back and drew her arm back letting it fall perfectly across her back leaving a puffy pink welt in the aftermath "How many Mistress?"
[16:15] RedSnapper Teitelbaum reaches forwards and touches your hair for a moment, gripping slightly as she appraises your looks "well you are fine looking piece of property, maybe I should speak with your Owner, it is pleasing to us Ladies in this City to see more male slaves dance, you might happen to come across our first boy, (akio hendes) his slave name is adira, he is a fine dancer, make sure to have him show you something if you cross paths, meanwhile I am sure there is some salve in our Owners compartments, this beast here will need to have some applied and her clothes collected, I am sure we do not wish for any blood spots on them, she should remain naked at least until slight healing has taken place, unless of course she has other instructions from the Ubara" with which she loosens her grip upon your hair and moves back slightly turning to look at nettle and what she is doing
[16:15] private slave jumps back from the shock, thje pain settled in after a few ihns passed. she grunted "One" She cried out, saying what she'd always made slaves do after tasting a lick of the whip. Trembling on her spot she turned about slightly to the left swallowing hard
[16:17] RedSnapper Teitelbaum: two lashes nettle, and never practise my whip against the ground, it is damaging to it - she says with snipped voice as she watches the scene unfold before her
[16:19] Nettle Blackthorne let the whip swish across the floor carelessly as she waited for a response from Red. Getting none she yanked her arm back and let the whip fall across her back again leaving another bright red welt criscrossing the other. She grinned as she had purposely disopeyed her but it was just a piece of leather that could be attended to later "aye Mistress" Aftet the second welt was dealt she laid the whip over the back of the chair and lowered to her knees cringing slightly as she done so.
[16:21] RedSnapper Teitelbaum watches your dealings with her whip, remains silent and just looks at you for a moment, her eyes dark and foreboding, she sucks the cool air in to her lungs, walks to the chair and snatches up the whip, trailing it around nancys neck with the other, grips nancies hair and lifts up her face "you beast will feel worse next time you disobey me, take these whips to my room and then return to your Owner to be tended and harta"
[16:21] private slave yelps out her last cry, the tears mainly from the shock of it rather than the pain. Feeling so helpless here, to be punished for being a slave, though deep down she knew why. It had instilled a fear in her, but a reminder of how anyone could punish her as they pleased. She was a kajira, an object, with no say over anything. she understood "Two" she whispered in shock, her arms trembling as they covered her head, hair covering her shoulders like waves, merely lapping at the endges of her welts
[16:23] private slave cries out and responds "Yes Mistress! Yes MIstress!" Almost shouting, gathering both whip and placing the handles in her mouth, in case it was a test, then rushes from the room and tiptoes
[16:23] Nettle Blackthorne gathered up her robes "may i be excused..i am sure cabbage is waiting on me..he tends to wanfder off on occasions i guess he is diapointed in me MIstress"
[16:23] private slave looks about - where was her room, she gathered it was up the stairs but hoped there would be an incline as to what room
[16:24] RedSnapper Teitelbaum: "you may, get out of my sight, I will deal further with you next time" darts a disappointed look at you upon your recent words
[16:25] Nettle Blackthorne rose slowly, the pain in her thighs immense "thank you Mistress..i wish you well and safe paths" She let out a heavy sigh knowing she was going to have to face cabbage and her MIstress next.
