Riley Puckerman

Hi, Miss. It’s been a while since we’ve talked- I’m sorry about that. I think I’d be able to do a non-sexual scene with you. Uhm- maybe something domestic? I can clean- I can bake some things. I can’t cook well but I do try and I’ve been practicing. 

Hi Dan! It has been, and I’m sorry about that too. I’d like that a lot. Are you free on Monday? I’ve dance practice until 6:30, so you could come over at 6:45 with dinner for both of us and then do some cleaning/tidying after. Does that sound alright to you?

These are just basic ideas/kinks as I figured we could discuss specifics together. Some things I’m wanting are:

As Domme - Roleplay  - Domestic service - Caregiver/little and/or nonsexual care scene - Bondage - Pain play - TPE - An inspection scene

As Sub - Pet play - Roleplay - Public scene and/or public use scene - Shibari/bondage - Punishment scene - Pain play - TPE - Collar leash in a non pet play way

RILEYPUCKERMANOFFICIAL posted:

Happy St. Patrick’s Day! You’ll find this drink in the mark-free zone.

Ingredients: Kool-Aid lemon-lime powdered drink mix, pineapple juice, water, ginger ale, lime sherbet. 

Isabel waited patiently while Riley settled herself, taking a slow sip of her hot coffee while she waited. While she answered the question, the Domme listened. Her face may have possessed a distant expression, but her mind and ears were focused on what she was hearing. “That sounds about right, for the start of something like that. You’re smart, however. That much is obvious. It takes a certain level of intelligence to transform a hobby into a successful business. That’s a skill I’d suggest you continue to hone. It will serve you well, if you play your cards right.” Isabel’s eyebrows raised, though not in a way that expressed shock. “That would require you to understand how to play cards successfully, however. So, if that in itself is a skill you find yourself lacking, my second suggestion would be to figure it out.” She took another sip of her coffee. “Psychology. Interesting. And what possessed you to do that?” She stayed silent for a time while she considered her answer Riley’s question. “I don’t have much time for hobbies. I haven’t for some time. I suppose I consider shopping a hobby. I think it’s pretty obvious how someone gets into something like that. Even in my younger years, I placed a high importance on fashion and appearances. You only get one chance to make a first impression in life. And, the manner in which you dress speaks louder than the majority of people care to consider. My mother is a beautiful and wonderful woman, but I rapidly reached a point at which I realized allowing her to continue to choose the majority of my wardrobe was more of a detriment than anything. So, I took over.” 

“Thank you,” Riley said toward Isabel’s comments about her hobby turned business. “I may just focus on my business for a while after TGA. I’m not sure, honestly, but figure I have a few years to figure out what I want to do,” she added. Maybe she would turn her business into a full time thing. Maybe she would do it part time, time would tell. Riley nodded and kept her eyes on Isabel as the Domme spoke. While she hadn’t said anything, the income, the ability to be able to buy herself clothes without having to worry about if her mom could afford it, was a huge plus for her with her business. First impressions were very important, she agreed. “I completely agree. Presenting yourself well is so important.” Riley took a sip of her chai before she answered the question the Domme had asked her. “I’ve always been the sort of person my friends come to when they need to talk, and I care about people, helping people. I thought I would go into psychology to be able to help abused submissives, and I think with the rebellion, that’s even more important. People always focus on physical health, but mental health is just as important, you know?” She took another sip of her drink before she asked, “If you could bring back a fashion trend, what would it be, and why?”

Isabel listened while Riley talked, but her eyes remained fixed on the seat she was headed for. She walked as always with her head held high, back completely straight, chin parallel with the floor. Her posture was ruled by an overwhelming confidence and an air that commanded and demanded respect- it was just the way she had always been. “I believe I’ve seen posts about that. Consider this question one- how did you get into that sort of business?” She asked while sliding into the chair she had picked. “And question number two, what did you study in college?”

Riley followed Isabel easily and moved to sit in an empty chair at the table Isabel chose. Her posture was not slouched, but relaxed, and she set her chai on the table for the moment. “Oh, good,” she replied, happy the Domme had seen it. “I’ve always liked bath products, especially bath bombs, and thought they were great for self care and relaxing, so when I was a teenager I thought how hard can this be to make, did some research, and started making them. It was just for myself at the start, but my friends wanted some and then they encouraged me to sell them. Then over time my little hobby became a business.” she said. Riley paused for a moment to take a sip of her chai. What Riley didn’t say was that she’d started doing that because money was tight at times in her family. “ Psychology,” she said to answer the second question. “What’s your favorite hobby and how did you get into it?”

Isabel stepped forward to accept her order, thanking the man behind the counter while she stepped aside to await Riley’s. “I am yes, I have stayed in working. Just because I’m here, doesn’t mean business stops. I’ve been forced to delegate far more than I ever would have been comfortable with otherwise, but I refuse to put a pause on things.” Turning to glance over her shoulder, Isabel began to search for an empty table, somewhere they could sit to continue their conversation. “And yourself?” She asked, turning towards the table she had spotted while Riley accepted her order. 

“Of course,” Riley said and nodded her head occasionally to show that she was listening. There were so many royalty, nobility, or other notable people here, and Riley tried to wrack her brain for a moment if she should know what it was that Isabel did for her job. It was overwhelming at times to be surrounded by so many important people when she was just from an average family. Just smile and nod and maybe you’ll eventually remember, Riley thought to herself. Riley moved to accept her order and thanked the person working before she turned back to Isabel. She gave a gesture for the Domme to lead the way. “I have my bath and body line that I’ve been able to continue doing while here, so that’s nice. I just graduated from college before coming to TGA, so I haven’t really had a chance to put that to use yet.”

Isabel: That makes sense. Fine, I could use a cup anyway. Or twelve. I'll meet you there in 10.

Isabel: I would think the point would be to meet, but since it wasn't specified I'm fine with either. Choose.