Shed Your Skin On A Whim

So far one of her favorite places here was simple the quad maybe it wasn’t the most fun or anything but the grounds were lovely, she liked there was so much vegetation, she would just sit watch people come and go and do random sketches in her sketchbook. In court more often than what some would believe she  would sit around doing something and find out gossip like that because many would think she was too busy to pay attention, maybe it could happen here as well. She was practicing away when noticed someone sat somewhat close to her, she spared a glance “hello” she said cordially more out of politeness  than anything else and kept going.

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Sofiya often liked to see others when they read or did art. She perhaps didn’t have that much talent herself, but she enjoyed art and literature as anyone could easily surmise. She noticed the girl sketching as she entered the quad. For a while, she sat on a bench and watched her from afar but as it seemed like she was finishing up a drawing, Sofiya approached. “Hello.” She greeted in return and let her gaze fall to the sketchbook. “What are you drawing?” 

It was a relief when the Mistress made the decision for her, body almost visibly relaxing at the realization she would have no decisions to make as of yet.  Though it did nothing to put a dent in her smile as she realized that not only did Sofiya know precisely who Li Bai had been, but that she was well versed enough in his works to quote them.  Any comment she might have made was lost as soon as the professor used her telekinetic abilities, the shifter’s eyes widening in realization.  The use had been common enough around the family estate; mostly it was figuring out that Isabel was not the only one with powers in the room.  “Y-you’re very talented, Miss,” was offered to try to cover the moment of discovery, though she was impressed.  There had been enough struggles among the staff children to get a firm grip on their abilities.  “But um, you’re welcome.  And thank you!”  The gratitude was expressed as she took the floating tea, immediately placing it on her lap as she allowed it to cool naturally and considered the question.  “The trust, Miss.  I think it’s that way for me for a lot of things under the umbrella of kink and BDSM.  Just being allowed to … feel, and be, I guess.”  Whether the woman would understand, the submissive was uncertain.  Nothing so far about her demeanor suggested that their proclivities towards the D/s spectrum overlapped.

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Sofiya could almost see the other visual relax when she choose, but Sofiya kept her face straight. Though, she smiled slightly, the corner of her mouth twitching up. She was pleased to see the girl relax, if only slightly. Though, the control over her facial expressions was soon lost when she saw the girl’s eyes stretch wide as Sofiya displayed her talents. There was something endearing about the pure shock on the girl’s face and Sofiya grinned in response. “Thank you. Have you met any other telekinetics?” Sofiya asked and displayed her abilities as she spoke, lifting her own cup and stirring a sugar cube in without using her hands. She took the tea back into her hands and took a sip. “You’re very welcome. Let me know if you like that or not.” She would then be able to gauge if she should offer it again the next time she saw the girl or encourage her to try something else. Though Sofiya hardly ever swung towards being a submissive, she could understand where the girl was coming from. The concept of trust was an important one to her as well. Though, she liked for her companions to trust her and all that she could do. She certainly liked to be on the opposite end of what the girl was describing, to have those she was intimate with to feel the same way. “Good girl. I understand.” She smiled softly, encouraging the girl and rewarding her for speaking so truthfully. “When I am with someone, I like for them to feel that way. Seeing them shed all their worries and thoughts and simply be there, to only feel the pleasure and sensations.” Sofiya agreed. 

Xavier had almost gotten used to the cold. That was a scary and yet calming thought.  He was well aware of what the comfort and the sleepiness meant for someone as hot-blooded as him. It was reasonable to believe that he would not have survived had it not been for the intricate magic of the Institute. Once again he had been spared. It was the third time this happened, perhaps enough to make an irreligious man wonder what it was all for. What if I am not the man everybody thinks I am? He could only hope that Sofiya was oblivious to his thoughts.

He felt her soft hands warm him. Her touch seemed more potent than that of the others, though his memory could hardly be trusted in this state. Xavier tried to smile for her, but he doubted that his muscles moved very much. He had never been one to smile for long. Yet he remained close. Each time their lips made contact, the next kiss became easier. His hands had cupped her waist before he even noticed that they were free to move. “Thank you”, he whispered, his voice rough still. He could not fathom how she seemed to want him – excited him even – even in these dire circumstances. But they parted only briefly, just enough time to greet her appropriately. “It’s good to see you, Sofiya”

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He was so cold to the touch and Sofiya wondered what the spell was to freeze him. Though clearly orders brought him back to life. Sofiya was not afraid for his life, she knew the school would view him as a monetary investment and they would not kill their little pets. Though, they certainly would put them through torture of various kinds. His lips were cold as they kissed her and she shivered. Sofiya bit his lips, pulling him closer and enjoying their time together. Now she wished to make him shiver, but out of pleasure as he cried her name and begged her. 

Had it been naïve to think that this event would go ahead without any unwanted surprises? It never had and Xavier had to admit to himself that he wasn’t all that shaken. He had hoped they would go easy on them on Christmas to such an extent that he had suppressed any reason that was left within him; but when the bubble finally burst, he was unhappy but really not surprised.

An hour or so had passed since the spell kicked in. Xavier was sure that his skin must have lost colour by now. Most of the other slaves fared better than him. They were either occupied pleasing other Masters or even better, had Masters pleasing them. But not him. It wasn’t for the lack of willing participants but perhaps his pride that got in the way. Would the Institute let him die here? Now was the time to find out.

Yet an hour into these shenanigans and particularly when Sofiya appeared in front of him – he first thought he hallucinated! – he began to regret these decisions. She looked wonderful and he must seem like such a fool to her. Xavier wanted to respond something to her but found that he had been frozen for long enough that this feat proved difficult. “Sofiya” But he could hear her loud and clear. Slowly, he began to lean forward and touch her lips. A pleasant warmth although short-lasting came over him. It was easy to see now how the others chose to endure such public humiliation.

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When Sofiya found Xavier, she was a little surprised to feel how cold he was. Since he was human, he should be dead if he truly was this temperature. Yet, she knew whatever magic froze him was the same magic that was keeping him alive in such a state. The Institute would not kill their slaves when they were an investment. Her hand cupped his icy cheek and she tsked. “I would like some life in you.” Sofiya had never enjoyed having nothing more than a sex doll. If she wished for such a lifeless and unresponsive toy, she could simply order a doll on the internet. No, she liked her companions to squirm and beg and pant and more. She wanted them alive. 

It seemed the command did work after all, Sofiya was quite pleased to see him come to life and kiss her. “Hello there.” She purred and kissed him deeply. Sofiya’s hand slid from his cheek to around his neck and pulled him flush against her. “Continue to kiss me.” She instructed as she pulled away momentarily. “Worship me.” Her gaze was hungry and she wanted to see it reflected in his own. Perhaps with this start of instructions she could keep him from freezing once more. They both would enjoy that after all.