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Introducing Elita part 1
DIR By: Malora
Date: October 12, 2023, 9:21 pm
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(10/12/23 04:57:32 pm)
-=Her chosen one=-
Elita
I Belong to High Captain Malora
RESTRICTED
-=is within the neatly built, mostly hidden treehouse
overlooking most of the Isle, the shared home of Frode and
Malora=-
says to .:|Valkyrie of the Seas|: *All of this was very new to
elita, being here among Pirates, but it was time, she thought to
herself, for a fresh, new start. She would just have to adapt,
as it was how elita tended to be. That past life, more like
history, always remembered, as that created the slave she had
become over the many Gorean years. The Master, pike had
commanded elita to follow him, up and into the tree house. He
was quite large, but the accent he spoke with, was rather unique
and elita was curious as to where exactly he might have picked
it up. Her obedient nature kicked right in, as she followed in
the position of heel. Staying a few steps back, as green eyes
take in all the new sights, such a curious gaze, sought every
detail possible of this place. As he moved forward, it seemed to
elita that the Master entered a certain room. That feminine form
stilled harta and moved a hint forward,, grace seen in the
natural way she folds into that modest kneel. Obsidian waves
decorate the attire she wears, those hues averting under the
canvas of long, dark lashes*
(10/12/23 05:00:07 pm)
Her beast of burden
Acteaon
I Belong To High Captain Malora
-=Skull Island PoD-=
-=is within the neatly built, mostly hidden treehouse
overlooking most of the Isle, the shared home of Frode and
Malora=-
says to ALL: ::noselessly, the slave steps in and immediately
falls to a kneel, then touches his forehead to the floor to show
his submission to Her, waiting until She chooses to see Her
slave.::
(10/12/23 05:01:18 pm)
.:|Valkyrie of the Seas|:.
Well behaved Women rarely make history.
High Captain Malora of Skull Isle
Frode's Woman
Captain of Persephone's Fate
|H.B.I.C.|
-=Legends Never Die=-
-=is within the neatly built, mostly hidden treehouse
overlooking most of the Isle, the shared home of Frode and
Malora=-
says to -=Her chosen one=-ElitaI: I watched as Pike led you up
the path and then gestured you to follow Him up the ladder to
the main room of the treehouse. I was still in my office, and
called out for Him to bring you to me where I sat at my desk,
patiently waiting for you to kneel modestly near me, where I
could easily see you. "Thank you, Mister Pike. Dismissed." The
old salt chuckled and left, giving you and me the opportunity to
speak. You would need to learn a few expectations as well as be
able to find your way on the Isle.
"Welcome Home, Elita. I'm most pleased to have you with me. I
know you've not seen much of yet, but do you have any initial
questions for me?" My hazel orbs traveled over your neat
appearance, quite pleased.
(10/12/23 05:02:49 pm)
.:|Valkyrie of the Seas|:.
Well behaved Women rarely make history.
High Captain Malora of Skull Isle
Frode's Woman
Captain of Persephone's Fate
|H.B.I.C.|
-=Legends Never Die=-
-=is within the neatly built, mostly hidden treehouse
overlooking most of the Isle, the shared home of Frode and
Malora=-
says to Her beast of burdenActea: I noticed your entry and gave
a subtle nod, but touched a finger to my lips for your silence.
I gestured to the sideboard, where a simple bottle waited with a
small slave cup. It was slavewine, and I needed you to pour a
cup and bring it to me.
(10/12/23 05:06:38 pm)
Her beast of burden
Acteaon
I Belong To High Captain Malora
-=Skull Island PoD-=
-=is within the neatly built, mostly hidden treehouse
overlooking most of the Isle, the shared home of Frode and
Malora=-
says to ALL: ::he sees the new slave and whether she is just new
to the Mistress' collar and whip or is a raw girl, he is
conscious that he must show hher how their Owner prefes Hr
slaves to be...for one thing, not speaking until given leave to
do so. he bows in submission, rises, and steps over to the
sideboard. there is a small cup...cracked and a bit chipped but
suitable for slave use, of course, he uncorks the bottle and the
smell of bitter slave wine makes it obvious what the bottle
contains. he returns, kneels at the feet of the woman on whose
whim his very life depends, and with eyes downcast offers the
cup to Her.::
(10/12/23 05:08:55 pm)
.:|Valkyrie of the Seas|:.
Well behaved Women rarely make history.
High Captain Malora of Skull Isle
Frode's Woman
Captain of Persephone's Fate
|H.B.I.C.|
-=Legends Never Die=-
-=is within the neatly built, mostly hidden treehouse
overlooking most of the Isle, the shared home of Frode and
Malora=-
says to Her beast of burdenActea: With a sigh, I thumped the top
of your head in the hopes that eventually you'll remember my
preferences and tapped the desk where I sat so that you'll put
the cup to the top of it. I then pointed to the small bag on the
shelf near the one where you'd gotten the blackwine, it no
bigger than the palm of your hand, and tapped the desk once
more.
(10/12/23 05:09:48 pm)
-=Her chosen one=-
Elita
I Belong to High Captain Malora
RESTRICTED
-=is within the neatly built, mostly hidden treehouse
overlooking most of the Isle, the shared home of Frode and
Malora=-
says to .:|Valkyrie of the Seas|: *Elita was very nervous,
wanting to make a good, first impression, heart hammering so
loud. She so hated being displeasing, in any way, and since she
barely knew the type of Mistress you'd be, she feared to make a
single mistake. Hearing you speak to the Master, whom leaves
with a departing chuckle. Elita could sense the arrival of
someone, but averted emeralds would never rise to find out. Her
past training instilled deeply, so this was meant as a show of
respect. Your voice actually sounded much kinder than elita
expected and that gave her some hope. She knew from what those
eyes of hers could see, peering from under the veil of her
lashes, that you were so beautiful. That made her heartbeat drum
so loud, she feared you'd hear it and pick up on her finding you
attractive. Trying to calm her rising nerves, as a very softly
spoken voice inquires.* May one know, Mistress, if you have
rules for elita to follow, please?
(10/12/23 05:12:09 pm)
Her beast of burden
Acteaon
I Belong To High Captain Malora
-=Skull Island PoD-=
-=is within the neatly built, mostly hidden treehouse
overlooking most of the Isle, the shared home of Frode and
Malora=-
says to ALL: ::Her thump is not too hard and the slave did not
understand that the slave wine, not for Her consumption, must be
treated as if he were bringing Her blackwine, so he places the
cup on the sideboard near Her hand. he rises, stretching and
rippling muscles perhaps a bit more than necessary, takes the
small bag...unable to determine what is in it, and likewise
places it on the sideboard near Her hand...his slave soul
finding pleasure even in these small services.::
(10/12/23 05:17:59 pm)
.:|Valkyrie of the Seas|:.
Well behaved Women rarely make history.
High Captain Malora of Skull Isle
Frode's Woman
Captain of Persephone's Fate
|H.B.I.C.|
-=Legends Never Die=-
-=is within the neatly built, mostly hidden treehouse
overlooking most of the Isle, the shared home of Frode and
Malora=-
says to -=Her chosen one=-ElitaI: I nodded and passed down the
small cup that Acte had brought me. You'd meet him soon enough.
"Drink. Though you are completely sexually restricted, I'll take
no chances on an Isle populated by Pirates." I waited to be
obeyed, but kept speaking in the simple, quiet alto tone that
tended to belie just exactly how ruthless I could be when
necessary. "I'm taking you on as my personal ladies' slave. Your
main duties will be the care of my Home - this treehouse - and
me above all else. Acteaon is your male counterpart in this
endeavor. There are specific things that will grant you a great
deal of leeway in your duties. Can you read? What skills do you
have?"
(10/12/23 05:32:33 pm)
-=Her chosen one=-
Elita
I Belong to High Captain Malora
RESTRICTED
-=is within the neatly built, mostly hidden treehouse
overlooking most of the Isle, the shared home of Frode and
Malora=-
says to .:|Valkyrie of the Seas|: *Elita can see the shadow of
the cup you hand to her, as she obediently lifts both hands,
surrounding the cup with tapered fingertips. Bringing it closer,
as that distinct scent of slave wine hits the inhale taken. She
has never been sexually used, but often drank this anyways, to
be safe. Learning just to swallow it all quick, it is tipped,
liquid pours and down it goes, every last drop. When finished,
elita just holds the empty mug by her lap, hearing your plans
for her, and the path here she shall take. A Ladies slave, which
makes cerise lips smile, as elita has been in that role, many
years of serving, just duties might differ and that she'd learn
in time. Now, you mentioned the one she heard enter, giving him
a name, so elita would now know whom you are speaking of. Elita
hid now an aversion to males in general, mostly because of her
virginal status. She tried her best not to shift away from him.
Focus changed thankfully, as you wished information about her
skill set* Elita can read, aye Mistress, she knows how to serve,
food and drinks, perform positions, dancing, baking, cooking and
had just started to learn about coin
(10/12/23 05:36:20 pm)
Her beast of burden
Acteaon
I Belong To High Captain Malora
-=Skull Island PoD-=
-=is within the neatly built, mostly hidden treehouse
overlooking most of the Isle, the shared home of Frode and
Malora=-
says to .:|Valkyrie of the Seas|, -=Her chosen one=-ElitaI: ::he
can see that the girl is nervous near him and perhaps has had
experience with brutish males but she need not worry, especially
as the Mistress would not like it if he were rough with Her
property. besides, he remembers long ago on the auction block,
displaying himself for Beth who said almsot scornfully, "I won't
worry abuot you. You are a tame slave, aren't you?"::
(10/12/23 05:40:43 pm)
.:|Valkyrie of the Seas|:.
Well behaved Women rarely make history.
High Captain Malora of Skull Isle
Frode's Woman
Captain of Persephone's Fate
|H.B.I.C.|
-=Legends Never Die=-
-=is within the neatly built, mostly hidden treehouse
overlooking most of the Isle, the shared home of Frode and
Malora=-
says to -=Her chosen one=-ElitaI, Her beast of burdenActea: I
reached for the cup and handed it to Acteaon, so that he might
return it to its place, then reached into the small bag he'd
delivered and withdrew a fancy mint hard candy to give to you so
that you might rid the bitterness of the brew from your mouth.
As I marked down the date of the blackwine dose on a sheaf of
parchment, I also added your skill set. "Good. I prefer educated
slaves. It pleases me that you can read, cook, bake and are
learning about coins. Those skills will benefit you. Laundry
will be sent down to the lower slaves to get done and return -
as a high slave, you will not need to do it. Now, as for
service, my preference is for very simple service. Simply go to
retrieve the item I asked for, then return and place the item on
my table or desk. Should I not have those, you may kneel and
hold the item up for me. But that's pretty much it. I don't need
the whole ritual." I let my hazel orbs gaze at you for a long
bit in silence. "I prefer a slave to look at me when interacting
with me. Eyes are the windows to the soul, and I like to see
your thoughts as much as I like to hear them."
I let that sink in for a brief moment before continuing. "Now.
You will always be clothed except for bathing, of course. The
collar at your throat is that of a high slave. I trust you will
keep it and not be set down to black iron." Black iron was heavy
and quite uncomfortable, especially in tropical temperatures.
Sweat tended to rust the iron, which then, in turn, caused skin
burns.
(10/12/23 05:47:16 pm)
.:|Valkyrie of the Seas|:.
Well behaved Women rarely make history.
High Captain Malora of Skull Isle
Frode's Woman
Captain of Persephone's Fate
|H.B.I.C.|
-=Legends Never Die=-
-=is within the neatly built, mostly hidden treehouse
overlooking most of the Isle, the shared home of Frode and
Malora=-
says to Just as cold as ICE... : [I did already]
(10/12/23 05:47:18 pm)
Her beast of burden
Acteaon
I Belong To High Captain Malora
-=Skull Island PoD-=
-=is within the neatly built, mostly hidden treehouse
overlooking most of the Isle, the shared home of Frode and
Malora=-
says to .:|Valkyrie of the Seas|, -=Her chosen one=-ElitaI: ::he
does try to look into Her eyes as She wishes but it is hard to
avoid the impact of years of training.::
(10/12/23 05:53:04 pm)
-=Her chosen one=-
Elita
I Belong to High Captain Malora
RESTRICTED
-=is within the neatly built, mostly hidden treehouse
overlooking most of the Isle, the shared home of Frode and
Malora=-
says to .:|Valkyrie of the Seas|: *Elita easily released any
hold of that cup you retrieved, handing it back to the male
slave, whom had brought it originally. As the candy was given,
elita's lips smiled again, before eating the sweet, her voice
speaks softly.* This girl thanks you for the candied treat, my
Mistress. * Then, elita savors that mint taste as the candy
starts to melt in her mouth, taking away the slave wine fully.
Your pleased words filled one's ears, and that made another
smile form once more. She thrived on being pleasing, most of
all. You spoke of how you wished to be served, so for elita that
meant no more descriptive , fancy done serves, but she's learn
and adapt, as she always had done before. You mentioned her
being a high slave, this was a new position for elita to hold,
so she truly hoped to not disappoint you. When You mentioned the
wish to see a slave's eyes, only then, with that distinctly
given allowance, did elita lift those striking, deep green eyes
upwards. The slight movement sends darkness of tresses to
cascade a bit further down a lower back, but now she meets your
gaze directly. Trying hard to control her blush, as seeing you
this close, elita was breathless, taking in your sheer beauty.
The rules were heard as you listed them, keeping them all filed
in elita's mind. The sweet had now dissipated and the caution
heard, would make elita strive harder to keep your personal
collar wrapped along her throat* Aye my Mistress, elita
understands so far
(10/12/23 05:58:50 pm)
.:|Valkyrie of the Seas|:.
Well behaved Women rarely make history.
High Captain Malora of Skull Isle
Frode's Woman
Captain of Persephone's Fate
|H.B.I.C.|
-=Legends Never Die=-
-=is within the neatly built, mostly hidden treehouse
overlooking most of the Isle, the shared home of Frode and
Malora=-
says to -=Her chosen one=-ElitaI, Her beast of burdenActea: I
still enjoyed watching the beauty and grace of good service, but
the flowery words and gestures at my feet were unnecessary.
You'd learn the balance, I knew. You seemed quite intelligent,
which was something I prized. I handed you a simple scroll
listed the expectations I had of you, which you could keep and
show to Anyone who had an issue with you.
[
HTML https://skullisland.createaforum.com/elita-(hcm)/expectations-for-elita/msg229/#msg229<br
/>if you want to link it in your tags] "Read that and let me
know
if you have questions. I much prefer questions asked rather than
mistakes later. Also, my PM is ALWAYS open, no permissions
necessary." I give you some time to read and perhaps formulate
questions while I turn to Acte.
"Acte, I would like some chamomile tea, sweetened as I prefer my
blackwine to be sweetened, and perhaps the cafe might have some
cookies left."
(10/12/23 06:04:41 pm)
Her beast of burden
Acteaon
I Belong To High Captain Malora
-=is within the neatly built, mostly hidden treehouse
overlooking most of the Isle, the shared home of Frode and
Malora=-
says to .:|Valkyrie of the Seas|, -=Her chosen one=-ElitaI: yes,
my Mistress. ::as always, he savors the phrase "my Mistress,"
hoping his new chain sister appreciates the honor done her of
being made the Mistress's personal slave. he rises and bows to
Her and then steps down to the kitchen where a fire is carefully
tended. carefully he selects a cup, body tingling with pride at
being chosen to serve Her. he ladles simmering water into a
carefully inspected cup, adds the infuser, and waits until the
tea is strong but not bitter. he hands the infuser to one of the
kitchen girls, adds the sugar and stirs vigorously. then he
returns to Her feet, kneels, bows, and places the steaming cup
on the table next to Her. their eyes lock for a moment and She
does not need to speak. the eyes tell him "you are my slave, you
do as I wish." he awaits Her further will.::
(10/12/23 06:08:19 pm)
.:|Valkyrie of the Seas|:.
Well behaved Women rarely make history.
High Captain Malora of Skull Isle
Frode's Woman
Captain of Persephone's Fate
|H.B.I.C.|
-=Legends Never Die=-
-=is within the neatly built, mostly hidden treehouse
overlooking most of the Isle, the shared home of Frode and
Malora=-
says to Her beast of burdenActea: I inhaled the aroma of the
calming herbal tea, then glance at you as though I was missing
something entirely. But my voice was the usual quiet alto as I
spoke, giving the tea time to cool enough to sip. "No cookies to
be had? Then perhaps you could choose a snack for me, then.
Something sweet but not terribly heavy, Acte. And bring enough
for yourself and Elita as well." A wave of my hand would send
you on your way.
(10/12/23 06:13:13 pm)
Her beast of burden
Acteaon
I Belong To High Captain Malora
-=is within the neatly built, mostly hidden treehouse
overlooking most of the Isle, the shared home of Frode and
Malora=-
says to .:|Valkyrie of the Seas|, -=Her chosen one=-ElitaI: yes,
Mistress. ::perhaps there was an ember of the pride of the Free
he once was and he had sought not to resist Her but not to
surrender to Her totally...but he found he was helpless before
Her will and it was sooner than he'd expected that he was unable
to resist Her will and he surrendered to it...that he was Her
possession not just because of Her collar but because of his
soul...the soul of a slave, Malora's slave. there were no
cookies buthe does find to his delight three ramberry
tarts...his favorite. well, She did command him to bring
something for the slaves. perhaps this will indicate to elita
that their Mistress treats Her slaves well if they serve Her
well. he places one tart...the freshest and biggest, on a plate,
the other tarts on another plate. then he returns to Her, places
the plates on the table, and kneels again...a slave at the
bidding of his Owner.::
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