For the second time, since I have joined this site, I find myself blocked by someone who I have never contacted.
No reason stated, no contact, no conversation history. Just boom.
Am I that scary or just come off as an asshole? (well, yeah I do sometimes, but not at anyone in particular)
How Odd
Silvia couldn't move.
It was like she was forcibly hog tied and forced to stare in the eyes of a man she really disliked. And now, loathed with all of her being. How dare he do that to her!
With sudden swiftness, Silvia ripped her hand from beneath his off the bar, pointed her index finger and poked Bane in the chest. "This 'tired and tattered thing' is the gift from my Master! It is the first and only collar he ever gave me!" She icely told him, almost a roar. "It has been soaked in my sweat and tears and love! Both my own and his!"
Lord Bane's other hand quickly dropped to his side. He tried to extract himself from Silvia's prodding finger but found himself trapped between the bar and her. Alexis just stood there, wide eyed and a smirk growing on her face. Silvia continued to thump Bane's chest with her finger and grew more fierce:
"Yes it is worn! Yes it is creased! But I will never, EVER, trade it in for another! Specially from someone like YOU!"
Silvia then leaned in further til she and Band were almost nose to nose. "And if you ever touch me again, I will personally see to it you are locked in a steel cockcage with a nine volt battery and I will personally...
Swallow
the KEY!"
With the final words, Silvia drilled her finger into Bane's sternum like she was trying to pierce his heart.
"Silvia."
She heard her name but knew it wasn't Bane saying it. It was a voice from behind her. She knew that voice very well. Although spoken rather softly, it was heard all about the Great Hall. Yes soft, but with great distinction. A voice that understood the difference between commanding and demanding.
Silvia turned around and saw the owner of that voice. A woman of marvelous beauty. Her ebony skin clothed in a dress of muted purple with matching choker. Shimmering black hair hanging down with the always present white streak running back over her head. Silvia gathered her skirt and did a deep curty.
With her eyes pointed to the floor, She spoke two words "Madam Webb".
Webb's eyes never left the top of Silvia's head, but everyone around the Hall knew she was taking everything in that was happening in the Hall. The room was silent.
"Silvia," Webb repeated, "child, we have things to discuss. Leave poor Bane alone and let us retire to my office." With that, Webb turned around and headed for a door away from the main entrance. Silvia straighten up and began to follow Madam Webb into the doorway.
Lord Bane, of course, could not let things go like that. "Claire, perhaps you should discipline this thing on the proper way of speaking to an Elder. I have a few suggestions if you need them." He almost laughed.
Madam froze mid step. Coming to a complete standstill, Webb clasped her hands in front of her and she shook her head like a male lion shakes it's mane. You could almost feel the entire room cringe at her next words.
Still facing away from him, Webb said, "Bane, if you continue to use my first name without leave, I will see that Silvia's wish is granted." Turning her head to look toward Silvia, Webb finished with "Come child." and walked out of the room with Silvia following her.
Webb's office was much like the other three: small but comfortable. What was different, was the desk was pushed up against and faced the wall. She only sat at it to watch the security monitors. Cameras were set up all around The Club. Great Hall, Grand Ballroom, everywhere. It helped her to know everything that went on under the roof. As the two of them entered the office, Webb approached the monitors and gave them a quick glance. Seeing Bane still at the bar, trying to save face with those who would listen, Webb grinned and pushed a button on the desk. All the monitors went black.
She then turned and saw Silvia still standing next to the closed door to the office. Webb frowned with the thought of what she was about to do, but still, had to be done. Walking to the center of the room , Webb held out her hand towards Silvia and said " Come child, kneel down so we can talk about your future."
Silvia didn't think the Great Hall was all that great.
More like a mediocre hall, she thought to herself. Yes it made a great entryway from the front door to the Grand Ballroom, but overall it was rather small. But that kind of figured, being the overall building wasn't all that large to begin with and the Ballroom took up most of it. But still, there was the entryway, the Ballroom, kitchen, even some small offices in the back next to the loading dock.
All the Elders had an office: Madam Webb, Marcus, Lord Bane and Matt's.
Goddammit, Silvia cursed to herself. Goddamn it all to hell.
Turning around to look at the Hall, Silvia pushed those thoughts from her mind. She needed a distraction and found it with seeing the refreshment bar was open and walked over to it. She knew she wasn't going to allow herself to drink anything heavy tonight, but she needed something. Anything to distract her and replace the fluid she lost with the tears.
She also knew more tears would be coming tonight. Many more tears.
As Silvia approached the bar, she saw it was maned by some of her favorite people of The Club. Behind the bar stood a woman in a dress of shimmering emerald green, partially hidden by a mane of red hair down to the butt of the dress. When Silvia got to the bar, the dress turned around and there was the face of one of the most beautiful women of The Club: Alexis.
Alexis was always a thing to behold, Silvia always thought whenever she saw the the woman. Over six feet in height (before the stilettos), eyes to match her current dress and makeup that was always perfect. Such a gorgeous, gorgeous woman. It was hard to believe that during the day she was man named Steve who worked construction. Silvia never figured out how Alexis got all that construction dust off so it didn't mess up her makeup.
When Alexis saw Silvia, she got that big sister concerned look on her face and leaned over the bar to kiss Silvia on the lips. Silvia didn't mind though. She didn't like anyone kissing her like that, except her Master. But Alexis was an exception. She always was.
"How are you doing, Love?" Alexis asked as she moved her hands below her side of the bar. Silvia could hear clinks of glass and ice and other things. However, Alexis' eyes never left Silvia's face. "I'm ok," Silvia replied.
"Bullshit. You wouldn't lie to me just for the practice, would you?" Alexis shot back while bringing a glass from below the lip of bar and setting it in front of Silvia, on an available coaster. The glass was filled with a clear liquid that was tinged slightly pink. Silvia picked it up and looked at it then back at Alexis and asked what it was.
"Trust Mama, Love. It don't pack much of a wallop, but will help you get though the night. But do drink it slow." Alexis grinned and leaned back over the bar to whisper to Silvia "I love you and wish I could take all this pain for you. He loved you very much and I wish to fuck he didn't have to leave." Silvia could tell there were tears in Alexis' eyes but they refused to flow, so the makeup wouldn't run.
The both of them could hear a sudden tapping on the other end of the bar. Someone had picked up an empty glass and was using it as a hammer to get attention. Still leaning over the bar, Alexis turned her head to the noise and growled "Bane, if you ruin my bar with that glass, very upset at you."
"Very, Very Upset".
Alexis leaned back to her side of the bar and walked down to the gentleman with the glass in his hand. Then Silvia could see Bane in all his glory. Lord Bane, really. One of the Elders of The Club. Maybe 5' 5" in height, pudgy around the middle ( he wore a vest to hide it. It really didn't help). Although a sharp dresser in a tailor made suit of crimson with a black shirt. But the overall look was marred by his pony tail he wore to distract from his bald plate. He called it a "Skullet".
"Now Now Now, Alexis. That is no way to talk. Especially this evening. What will lovely little Silvia think?" Bane oozed with his silky voice. "We need to be thoughtful of her feelings tonight. Now be a dear and fix me my usual, wont' you?" Silvia could see see Alexis roll her eyes and turn to get some bottles off the wall. Seeing an opening, Bane attempted a glide down the bar to place himself next to Silva. Silvia tried to turn to go, but felt his hand on hers. Damn, she thought.
"Silvia my dear, please accept my condolences! Your former Master was a great man and did wonderful things for The Club and for others. He also did wonderful work on you. You are such a great treasure and it will be a sorrowful thing to see you have to leave us, now that he is gone." Alexis had returned and and placed a glass at Bane's elbow. However he did not pick it up. It seemed to all involved that he did not want to remove his hand from Silvia's.
"Thank you Lord Bane. I tried my very best for Him" Silvia returned while giving her hand a slight tug. Bane picked up her hand and cupped it with the other. "Oh my dear, this place will not seem the same without you. Everyone, the staff, the guests, Everyone thinks highly of you and wishes you could stay. "
Letting go of her with one hand, he moved it to Silvia's neck and ran his thumbed the collar she wore. "I would be happy to replace this tired, tattered thing with a collar of my own. But say the word and you can remain with us as property of my own."
Silvia rested her head against the door and hoped the key would not turn. She needed to get inside, but still did not want to go. Dear Lord, she didn't want to go. She didn't want her last time in The Club to be like this.
Not Like this.
Still, she raised her head and wiped the tears from her face. Silvia knew the tears would flow many times tonight. She had hoped that there would be rain, to mask her face from the others she knew would be inside. But the skies were dark and clear and the streets dry leading up to the door. I guess I should be thankful, she thought to herself. He always hated rain at Furnals. Even his own.
Silvia turned the key and the door clicked open. Pulling the key from the knob and pocketing it in her skirt, Silvia knew she would have to turn it in, but she figured on doing that later. Probably as the last act before leaving the club for the final time. She was going to miss this place. Too many memories, both bad and good. The last outweighing the first. Silvia smiled at that and crossed the threshold.
Closing the door on the inside, she turned and was suddenly hit by a solid impact. Going "Whoof" and regaining her balance, she felt a sudden wetness between her breasts. Silvia looked down and saw a familiar purple scalp nestled there against her skin being shown in her corset. The face belonging to the scalp was was buried there and accompanying arms encircled Silvia's waist. Silvia could heard words and sobs coming but could not make them out.
"It's ok Pixie. It's ok." Silvia told the scalp as she turned Pixi's head so the girl could breath and rested her cheek on the top of the purple scalp.
"It'snotfair!It'snotfair!It'snotfair!" Pixie repeated over and over and over. Silvia could not help but smile at the young girl holding her. Even at 27, Pixie was still young, but not a "little". Mainly inexperienced, but oh so strong in emotions. Silvia kissed pixie on the top of the head and gently pried herself loose from the girl. Holding her at arm's length, Silvia gathered her own skirt and used it to wipe pixie's tears. She even used it to shine pixie's nose stud to see if that would elicit a laugh from the girl.
Unfortunately, it didn't work.
"Life isn't always fair, Pixie. But we have to make due somehow." Silvia told the girl. "We will get through this together tonight, the two of us and then worry about the world tomorrow." She went to hug pixie again when she heard a voice off to her right.
"Lady Silvia, we grieve with thee."
Silvia turned and saw Asheer. More than Butler, Sargent of Arms or Head of Staff, Asheer was the focal point of Sötëria, as The Club was formally called. Not overly tall, but seemed so. They were pale of skin, almost albino, but without the red eyes. Asheer's eyes were the clearest of blue. Crystal in nature, Silvia always thought. No one knew if Asherr was female or male and really no one cared. Asheer ran things for The Club and ran them well.
They held out their hand and continued with "Your Master was a fine man and shall be greatly missed by us, My Lady. Again, we grieve with thee. May we take your cape?" Silvia turned to let Asheer take her wrap, but almost before she could undo the knot, she felt the cape being pulled from her shoulders. She pulled the string and the cape took flight. Turning, Silvia saw Pixie with the it bundled in her arms, going "Let me! Let Me! Let Me!" and running off to the cloak closet. She smile after the young woman and faced Asheer to thank them for their words.
But before she could speak, Asheer stiffened their spine even more so than normally, which seemed almost impossible to Silvia. Please not more platatues, she thought. I'll hear more than enough of that before the night is done. Just let me be.
But the words Silvia thought she was going to hear did not come of Asheer's mouth, instead they said "Madam Webb wished to be informed as soon as you arrived. May we be excused to inform her?"
Silvia lips formed a hard line. This is it, she grimaced to herself. This is the beginning of the end.
"Please tell your Mistress I'll be waiting to be called before her here in the Hall."
Good morning all!
First off, I want to thank all of you who have been reading my blogs about Silvia and and her world. It has been a fun time for me and been helping with an issue I have been having. I also want to thank all of you who have messaged me, like the posts and gushed about Silvia.
I also want to say there is indeed more to come! I'll be getting back into Silvia's thoughts here next week and will post more about her Journey. Just a warning though: The next set will be set a few years into the future and will deal with a great sadness for Silvia. But she will endure.
So keep reading and thank you all again!
PS
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Is there such a things as a non submissive slave? Did I miss that day in DomlyDom Class?
While there are not a lot of covers I am fond of, I thought I would post this vid. I've been getting a good deal of questions were I got the name of my lead character to my story. So here is where Silvia comes from.
Enjoy:
So had a bit of time on my hands and decided to reorganize my tool rack:
What do you all think?
Sorry to be clogging up the blog posts this morning, but not sleeping has also given me the opportunity to finish up a project I have been putting off for awhile. This is what I call The Bear Claw:
The head was given to me as an anniversary present. It is super soft up to the chrome claws at the top. It was created by good friend who made a good deal of my leather toys. The bad part is he never did understand how handles should work.
So I ended up wanting to replace the original handle with this:
I can not wait to give it a try out!
Can words convey the simple desire to stare into a submissive's eyes, seeking what lies deep inside? The thoughts, the needs that rest within, seeking to burst forth. Do I speak of my own needs of being sadistically abusive with the tools of my trade, my hands and my thoughts?
What is it that I can lure you into my world? To see the beauty and the tears that can rain down from a submissive's eyes while she looks up from below to beg for more? More pain, more learning, more love.
How is it that a man of humor and moderate intelligence seeks someone who understands there is more to the lifestyle than the next orgasam? What drives such a man to want someone who will curl up at his feet and lay her head on his knee? Someone who will take his pain and his love and his drive to make a submissive more?
Do words tell of the pain in his heart? Pain of teaching D/s ideals to the shadows of yeasteryear, the pain of seeing old friends disappear amd no one taking their place.
But....
Words do have meaning. They do have power
and they do serve a purpose.
I am now as I have always been: Simply a man seeking companionship
TopekaDom, or TD for short.
Come, sit by my fire and tell me of yourself and your world.
I will be happy to listen