☼ body like a backroad

sorry for my lack of activity, the end of the week is usually a big pull for my daughter getting homework done (she’s 12 and has 4 different google hangout classes a day plus side work so the laptop is in her possession most of the time).  That’s why I try to get online as early in the morning as possible to make replies while she’s sleeping!   I’ll get caught up by this weekend because she won’t need the laptop for school after this afternoon!  This was our first week since school’s gotten out that they’ve done these hangouts and have actually started teaching new material, and let’s just say it’s a pain in the ass mostly.  Stressful to the max so yeah, this first week has kind of drained me getting her into a routine (because she thinks it’s summer vacation already and hates not getting to hang out with friends).

“Actually, I don’t think anyone would find old men smoking to be all that surprising.” He returned with a small shrug. Older people in general were more likely to smoke and in politics, you could afford the nice cigars - the ones from Cuba. 

“Not at all - continue.” He allowed her with a smile. “It’s cute.” He chuckled, taking in a large pull from the cigarette and letting it flow from his mouth after it had done it’s job of warming his lungs.

“Though I don’t think you’re used to being cute. You have a more… sultry look about you.” He chuckled a little, taking in her cat-like eyes and the confident way she held herself.

“You’re right,” she nodded giving him a chuckle as she shook her head, “cute isn’t really something i’m used to being called, unless if i’m playing a part just to have some fun.”  Playing innocent was something that Caressa had gotten used to having been thrown into all those events back home, “what’s really out of my wheelhouse is when someone thinks i’m innocent, that’s one that I can’t help but laugh at.”  She was good at playing the part though, that’s for damn sure.

“I can be whoever the person needs me to be,” she shrugged as if it were nothing, “i’ve played every piece on the board so it’s only natural that I know my way around.”  She might as well be honest with this master because she had nothing else to lose.  “I’m a piece of work,” she finally laughed as she thought back to all the men that her dad had practically pimped her out to in her time back home so he could get his votes he needed - she’d keep that tidbit of information to herself though.

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          𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬  𝐚  𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞  𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬  𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐭𝐬  𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭  ,  𝐛𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞  𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐝  𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭  𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐫𝐢𝐛  𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐞                           it’s  a  heavy  weight  &  it’s  caused  by  his  new  location  ,  or  rather  the  new  quarters  that  were  to  be  his  home  for  the  duration  of  his  stay  .  bag  strewn  across  the  carpeted  floor  left  him  with  a  need  to  organise  them  ,  but  the  room  was  too  quiet  ,   𝐭𝐨𝐨  𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐲  ,  for  the  ex - solider  to  linger  for  long  .  he  had  to  get  out  ,  to  escape  ,  to  breathe  .  change  never  came  easy  for  the  male  &  he’d  been  expecting  it  really  ,  usually  it  simply  took  a  breath  ,  a  moment  to  really  breathe  without  doing  anything  .  so  he  left  ,  headed  away  from  the  luxury  suite  .  was  it  luxury  ?  compared  to  barracks  ,  anything  was  luxury  .  𝐓𝐄𝐍  𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐒  𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑  ,  he’d  found  himself  standing  by  a  expansive  window  in  the  main  building  ,  staring  out  over  the  landscape  ,  maybe  in  contemplation  before  he  took  a  step  back  ,  looking  to  make  his  way  back  to  his  room  ,  but  without  realising  ,  his  back  collided  with  another  ,  causing  him  to  turn  rapidly  .      ❝          uh  ,  sorry  .   ❞

He went to put the cigarette out, was stopped by her amendment to her statement. He nodded, thankful she had allowed him that. Smoking, drinking, and sex were the only ways he handled whatever the fuck was wrong with him. He hadn’t gone for anything strong - had only ever smoked weed once and decided never again after it increased his anxiety instead of decreasing it.

Caressa. It was nice - not a name heard everyday. He just hoped the girl connected to it was as individual. He didn’t feel like trying to make conversation with a plank of wood over dinner. So far, things were looking good.

“‘Darling’?” He raised a brow, teasing in his tone as she giggled. “You’re getting that familiar with me already, doll?”

“I grew up with a father in politics and you’d be surprised the number of old men who sit around in a room smoking and hashing out whatever proposition they’re working on, it kind of brings me back there you know?  It’s nice, a small taste of home,” or the nights at least when she’d sneak in to see what her father was doing.  There was really nothing else spectacular about why she did it other than to be nosy, especially considering her and her father didn’t have hardly a relationship at all.

“I get that familiar with everyone,” she teased with a shrug of her shoulder, “it’s easier than remembering names, another trick I picked up back home.”  It was hard when her father made her attend so many events where names were thrown at her left and right and she was supposed to just remember every last one of them.  “It makes whoever hears it feel like they’re special, and gets me out of picking up on another name, win-win as far as i’m concerned.”

He smiled as she answered him with a positive, and stood, righting his jacket around his shoulders. He was dressed shabbier than most of the masters walking around, he knew that, but he hadn’t exactly gone shopping especially for the trip. He just had to get out of England. He had to get away from his home. His home that wasn’t really his home anymore, that is.

Outside, he lit a cigarette and held his free arm out for the asset. 

“You smoke?” He asked her, offering the lighter and his packet. He didn’t mind her smoking one of his fags, but he would also put it out if she asked him to. He didn’t need to hand over second hand smoke if she was so against it.

“Ozzi, by the way.” He introduced gruffly. “Guess you should know if we’re gonna go drink somewhere. A shrug.

She took his arm graciously quite happy though shook her head at the offering, “it’s the one bad habit I didn’t pick up,” not that she cared that others did, the girl had a LOT that she did even though she shouldn’t, to each their own as far as vices go.  “I don’t mind if you do though, don’t worry about it, you’re not the only around here.”  Smoking wasn’t the WORST vice, even she knew that one.

“Pleasure to meet you Ozzi,” she grinned as she could tell he wasn’t like the other masters, even through mannerisms alone.  Not that she minded, he was a figurative breath of fresh air, “the name is Caressa, darling.  I’m just glad to be getting out for a little while, good food, drinks, what more could a woman want?  I’m being spoiled and you don’t even know me,” a giddy little giggle escaped as she couldn’t help herself.

Saskia blushed and twisted a strand of her long ebony hair around her finger. “I guess… I suppose I’m just not what I write in my books so I never really considered myself as gorgeous… but thank you.” A smile crept on to her lips. “I may look innocent, but darling, I wouldn’t be here if I was.” Saskia winked at the girl. She could feel the confidence growing, she just had a feeling she could be her real self around Caressa. “You know, I think I will.” Saskia grinned before downing the last of her drink. “I would love to see what you can show me. As for ropes… that’s up to you.” She replied. Saskia had never really tried actual bondage, just written about it and researched it, but to try it for real did intrigue her. Saskia nodded. “True. New York? You left all the glamour and lights to come to a remote desert island… well something must have lured you here.” Saskia raised an eyebrow but could understand where she was coming from, Saskia had left London after all.

“Is there only one kind of gorgeous?”  She asked, “i’m curious now, what kind of gorgeous do you write about in your books?  Please, do not tell me it’s blonde hair and blue eyes because darling, that is so overdone,” especially because Caressa considered herself gorgeous and didn’t have blonde hair.  “I swear, so many fantasies surround the barbie doll image and it drives me nuts, we both know brunettes have more fun,” a teasing grin as she looked towards the other.  “Whether or not it’s what you write, darling, I can assure you whole heartedly that you are a sight to see, absolutely gorgeous, don’t sell yourself short around here.”  At the mention of New York being glamorous she rolled her eyes and was quick to dismiss the idea, “please, sure when you go there on vacation it’s wonderful and breath taking, but live there your entire life and they kind of lose their shimmer.”  It was true though, something you saw every single day did begin to become a little dull.  “The adventure,” it was a simple response but one that worked, it was definitely an adventure coming to Eros and Caressa is quite excited by that.  “What about you though, not so innocent you’ve already said, but can pull the look off so easily, what’s brought you to these sandy shores?”

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Ozzi knew fine and well what issues people would have with Eros when he chose to go there. He knew that explaining the amount of money he had paid to get there to his bank would be the least fun thing he’d ever done, ever, and he was right.

But, he was here now - in a place that was all relaxation and no danger. He could relax properly - he wouldn’t need therapy or meds or- or anything. No triggers, no attacks - nothing that he didn’t enjoy. He was a master- he was in charge here. Nothing controlled him.

He stood at the bar in The Hub. It was relatively busy, though not necessarily unbearably so. He didn’t feel crowded, he wasn’t overwhelmed. It was a nice atmosphere, which was certainly saying something because the assets definitely got handed the cheap beer. It tasted gross.

“Come with me.” He said to the closest person. “Come eat at the good place, will you?”

Caressa had found a nightly rhythm since being in the hub, she’d leave her room and entertain those in the common areas, and before the end of the night would hopefully have a ticket outside.  Masters and mistresses were much more willing the longer the night drew on, those aches that only another person could satisfy being too much to ignore, and the asset used that to her benefit. 

Tonight was no different, she’d been talking it up with a mistress, laughing at all of the appropriate times and giving her enough physical contact to show that she was interested in her.  The mistress was receptive and seemed to be giving the same attention back, but then mentioned retiring to her cabin alone - though told Caressa to find her in the morning.  The asset had been so close to getting out, even just for a stroll, just to be left in the dust like this.

Gosh this encounter had too be one of the most intense encounter she had, after arriving onto the island Quin couldn’t think of any situation where she would be taking control. Not like this but the pleasure and feel of power oozes inside of her mind and she was becoming more electrified from the excitement. “Thanks what!” She slammed the whip much more firmer and harder than she had done so. “I’m not just whipping you for your pleasure. Learn your place little pet or I’ll teach you it!” She demanded gripping the girl’s hair again and slamming her hips onto the asset mouth. “Mhmmmmmm…. Throw your tongue deep deep inside of me and insert your tongue right inside of me. I’m feeling like I’ll cum but for a filthy adorable little pet. I wonder if you deserve my cum or not.” She spanks the girl’s ass once more using the whip and enjoying the redness off the pet. “You should know I demand severe respects from those whom want to submit to me.” She cooed as the pre cum drips down her cunt.

“Oh? You really think so?” Saskia raised an eyebrow and couldn’t help but blush. She had never considered herself pretty and looking around at all the attractive people on the island, she figured she’d be one of the last to be claimed. “Well that makes it easy for you to moan then… I mean uh-” Saskia stopped in her tracks. She had no idea what had gotten in to her, she had never said anything like that before, yet she kind of liked it. “Caressa, such a lovely name…” Saskia giggled herself. “Well, I suppose a bit of action wouldn’t hurt… I mean, that’s why we’re here isn’t it?” She asked with a small smile. “I’m new. Could do with someone showing me the ropes… so to speak.”

“Why wouldn’t I?”  She felt bad for the girl for a moment, “you at least know you’re gorgeous right?  Like it’s not new information, it can’t be,” Caressa felt bad for those beauties who didn’t see themselves at such, it happened more frequently than the asset cared for.  The girls next remark had Caressa rolling with laughter, “did NOT expect that one, I knew there’s a freaky side to you who likes getting down and dirty, you should let it out some more, stop being so shy you know?”  Her last remark was what really got the asset though, “and what sort of ropes you looking to see, darling?  There’s a lot I can show you,” Caressa was one asset who had no problem with just about anything, where others shied away she was right there ready to go, she certainly loved performing.  “You’re right though, we’re not here to just make friends and sit around having drinks,” she shook her head as she glanced back at the other, “if I wanted that shit i’d have stayed back in New York.”

‘I won’t pretend that I never look for the quick release. Sometimes it’s all I need.’ He admitted seeing no reason to say otherwise. He was far from denying the fact that he was a man with a fully functioning body that had it’s needs. ‘And I guess you are right about people looking for something deeper around here. Or the lack of them. I’m not looking for love or anything that silly, but I also didn’t need to travel half way around the globe to get a good fuck.’ Was he making any sense? Despite having made himself quite a fortune writing books undrafted thoughts were harder to form. ‘Though I’m getting ahead of myself. I haven’t had all that many opportunities to talk with someone before we started fucking.’ At those words his voice changed in tone from dead serious to almost smug… ‘Well… I like to avoid the main part of the hub. It’s so loud in there with all the people talking or getting right down to business. I prefer to visit other places in the hub, like the gym or the pool. Or the sauna. All the places where less clothing is acceptable.’

Caressa understood and agreed whole heartedly, “it’s like people forget there can still be fun without excess baggage,” because honestly sometimes you just wanted to have sex, there didn’t have to be any underlying reasons other than that infinite need to get off.  “I’d sure as hell hope not,” she burst out laughing at his admission, “I wonder if it’s ever happened though, finding love on an island of sinful delights, that’d make for one hell of a story to tell the children one day.”  She burst out laughing without a single care in the world, because for once she didn’t have to put herself to work to get the luxuries that tonight provided - any other day and she’d have been having to work for the outside or even the drink that was in her hand.  “Something tells me you do just fine back home in that department, gorgeous,” just looking at him Caressa figured he could have his fill with just about any woman who he tried to pick up at a bar.  “That falls on you just as much as them,” she teased when he brought up not really conversing before jumping right to the deed, “a man of impatience, you’re getting even more gorgeous by the minute,” another drink from her glass as she found herself laughing once more - fuck, everything was funny to her tonight, she’d need to stop drinking before her entire evening turned into fits of giggles.  “That’s really a shame,” she mentioned glancing back over at him, “because usually you find me in the center of it all, so maybe you should venture there more often.”  She wouldn’t lie, she’d been caught up in the center of the hub on several occasions baring all because she’d been ordered to, “depending on who the orders coming from, I can be rather compliant.” 

Never did in her life, the blonde ever thought of her night being on the island would result in something so fun. Hearing the whimper from the strike of the girl’s ass made Quin smirk, oh did she really enjoy that? Looking at the girl’s reaction and seeing her ass again. “My pet enjoys being whipped? Naughty naughty. Both pleasure and pain you want? Such a filthy girl I have here.” She clicks her tongue before sending another whip down the girl’s ass, the thudding noise hitting her own ears as she hums from the licks of her mere cunt. “Keep kissing it pet. I want to hear you say your thanks when I’m whipping you and when you’re tasting my wet pussy. Arch your mouth closer and take my cunt like the little puppy you are. I’ll reward you with more spankings of your ass making it very very red.” She grins having the thought of covering the girt’s ass with more hits than she had once thought about. Pulling the girl’s hair so that she could push her  own cunt even closer to the girl’s mouth “I can see you’re a whore for pain it’s adorable.” Quin begins to grind her own hips taking more pleasure where  she can. Tonight would actually be fun after all. A night full  of entertainment.

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He’d been watching them a while - since he noticed that they were sitting close to each other in the library. He had Great Expectations in his hands - a personal favourite - and they seemed to be enjoying their book too.

They were also drop dead gorgeous, which was the main reason as to his gazing, in all honesty. It didn’t take long till he was on his feet, walking towards them, and holding out his hand.

“Will you join me on the balcony?” He asked, small smile on his face.

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Caressa was not a fan of reading in the least, she couldn’t even get through a single book back home, but there had been remarks of her suggested master having a preference to books and she figured she’d have to give it a shot herself.  She still didn’t know much about the man other than the few things that were told to her by staff or other guests, but still here was her honest effort in trying at least find some value in reading - though it was hard when her thoughts kept steering well off the books plot.

She hadn’t even seen the other there, not until he was right beside her talking, her eyes slowly gazing upwards from the book to his face (not before scanning his body on the way up of course).  Ah, the balcony, how could she refuse an offer when it’d take her away from this book entirely?  “I’m just getting to a really good part,” a tease considering she honestly had no idea what was even happening, “but I suppose I can take a breather.”  Thank the gorgeous man infront of her for being able to get her out of that situation, that was one book she would not be picking up again as she put it back where she’d found it.  “Shall we?”  She asked, a smile plastered on her face as she made her way towards the balcony.

It was always fun seeing someone older than her obeying the words the younger said. Something about that power dynamic just fuel her and there was no hestation which only meant Quin could fully enjoy the time being with this asset.  Licking her lips as she examines the girl going nude and falling down to her knees. “What a cute pet and yes, indeed I love seeing you sinking down to your knees and being so nude, so expose for me.” Wasting no time at all, Quin whips the girl’s ass making sure it was a clean strike onto the bareness of the girl’s ass cheeks. “Oh I’m going to show the world who you belong to by the end of tonight if you can walk after tonight that is.” She chuckles wrapping her legs around the asset’s head. “Start eating or do you need another whip!” She commanded whipping the girl once more, it wasn’t like Quin was shy to taking the authorisation role. She craved it, loving the power to enjoy those that can bring her pleasure and bliss.

To say Quin wasn’t excited would have been an understatement of the century. She was blissfully in lust and this girl was so hot. It made every single cell of the blonde pop and become intensive.  The two options were very intense but for this particular time and space, she could only see one result. “Strip and go on your knees and come over to me, I need those tongue to work!” She commanded, Quin wasn’t in her innocent mood anymore, she was going to be the mistress whom takes what she likes.  Looking to the side of the room and grabbing a whip from the corner of her eye, she sits down onto a chair which seemed perfect for their fun time. Spreading her own legs apart waiting for the asset. “Well than are you going to be a good girl for me!” She says directly before hitting the floor with the whip. “Ass up as well. I need to see you shaking those bum cheeks of yours.”

The mistress gave the orders and Caressa happily obliged, wasting no more talking as she unzipped her jean shorts and shimmied out of them so that she was left in her bikini.  That wasn’t where she stopped though, not when the mistress had said she wanted it all off, Caressa reaching behind her back to untie her top strings, letting it fall from her body as she slowly undid her bottoms next, again the very small amount of fabric fell to the floor leaving Caressa entirely bare for the mistress to see - and of course because she liked to show off the asset did a slow turn, “am I to your liking, darling?”  She asked, easily falling to her knees as suggested, usually not so quick to follow directions but damn the offer was too much to resist.  Caressa was thirsty and this mistress was all that would quench her, and with that she slowly made her crawl over on all four.  She LOVED this position on others so could only assume it looked good with her.  Seeing the mistress there, spreading her legs just for Caressa, made the temptation all that much hotter as she noticed the whip and let out a giggle.  “You going to redden my ass, darling?  Mark me up for the rest of the evening, show others you were here first,” it was all too hot to handle.

‘What can I say… That’s the line that usually works good enough from what I’ve noticed.’ He chuckled, choosing not to add that he usually preferred not to use such an easy way of getting attention. He was well aware of the fact that he the looks that could get him far without much trying. ‘Otherwise, I might not get the attention of interesting beauties. Most masters around here can work with their looks only. Who is to say that my smile alone could get your attention?’ So many attractive people came to the Island it was a wonder that some of them needed to use such a place to get laid. ‘Let alone get you into my bed.’ He was not insecure, far from that in all honesty, but the point still stood.

“Is that what you prefer, interesting over instantaneous?”  A lot of masters didn’t care much for the logistics aside from picking out a beauty and stripping them bare, “you mean there’s more to you than just wanting a quick release?”  Otherwise why would how interesting they are mean anything to him, “it’s hard to believe anyone is looking for depth around here.”  A chuckle as she gets herself another drink and takes the first sip, “you’re right though, if i’m speaking personally, there’s plenty of gorgeous smiles to go around on Eros, you’d have to step it up to stand out if that’s all you had going for you.”  It was actually humorous to think of the masters having to work just as hard to be noticed as the assets, “so tell me, handsome, got any other tricks up your sleeve?”

“i’ll look into that, though, we’ll make sure you have the best seat in the house!” spencer exclaims, a smile overtaking her face. the whole thing was an excellent idea, if she did say so herself. it’ll have to be something small. maybe they could set up instruments and have an open mic night so that others could perform? “i’ll have to have you over to record some backing vocals, if you’re as good as you say you are,” she jokes, her tongue poking out, “we can record some of those too, if you’d like. might be a strange effect but i’m known for experimenting in the studio.” she looks around towards the edge of the party. at her comment, the music changes to something even slower and spencer’s hands drift across the asset’s back, slowly, “want to get out of here?” she asks, “i’m sure there’s better places to continue than this dance floor.” 

Letting her take the reins? Well it was only to see how much the girl can make her moan. Quin wasn’t usually the one losing control but playing it right here might win some hearts of those so called assets. “You know it’s fun making you believe I, a sweet eighteen year old girl would be so innocent that I have nothing to hide. Yet at last now that we are all alone. There’s some wild things I love to try.” Licking her lips as her eyes peers onto the girl’s outfit taking the sight into her own eyes and mind. “Am I really over dressed?” She ask with a glint of a smirk. Running a finger onto the girl’s jaw and pinching it slightly with her nails. “I like to see you make me. Although I do prefer my assets being totally naked when I’m wearing my clothes. It’s hot and I’m sure your little tongue can make me climax over and over again.” It was a scene of which she had long endure to see but at last, she was wondering when she would use those pericse words. “Don’t you want to make your mistress happy?”

This blonde beauty was the ultimate turn-on, coming across as complete innocence in such a petite svelte body, but behind closed doors she had a wild side?  “You have no idea how hot that is,” she assured the blonde and of course nodded when the mistress asked if she was in fact overdressed.  “You could have nothing more than a g-string on and i’d still say you’re overdressed though love,” Caressa couldn’t take her eyes off the other, watching her every movement no matter how small.  The blonde was captivating and definitely knew how to hold peoples attention.  She nodded in understanding, a soft growl when those perfectly manicured nails pinched her skin, heat coursing through her body.  “I could do that for you, strip down to nothing, get on my knees, beg to have my fill of you, and when i’m done love you’d be a quivering mess.”  Of course she wanted to make the other happy, so long as she was just as happy in return, they could scratch each others backs so to speak.  “What’ll it be, darling, do I get to undress you or am I the one losing the clothes?”