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| | From: Joseph_Kite (Original Message) | Sent: 6/14/2008 8:46 PM |
Felicity shivered slightly on the stage. Although she was dressed warmly enough, the auction block gave her a horrible sensation deep in the pit of her stomach. She sat on a stool, her slender ankles bound by a thick and heavy chain, and her slim wrists bound equally as tight behind her back and weighed down with a great iron weight. None of this was necessary however, as Felicity had no intention of running. She was not stupid, she knew that failure to comply would result in her death, although in her case it might have brought her peace at last. But she sat there, a blank stare on her face for the audience. Her eyes barely moved, the pupils pale and milky in their blindness, but her senses were acute, and she saw much more than people gave her credit for. She turned her head slowly to look at the auctioneer, her sensitive ears perking up. "Alright ladies and gentlemen," said the middle aged auctioneer. His hair was combed over his large baldspot and oiled to greasy perfection. "Today I bring you item number 23102, Felicity Du'vall. She is not much in the way of looks as you can see, not ugly, but not very well rounded, a very youthful look. She is blind, but can still function very efficiently, and is mute, so there is a guarantee that there will be no talking back. Item number 23102 has demonstrated abilities in cooking, cleaning, organization, and other houshold chores. She is what we call a rank C slave, not top notch but with use. We shall start the bidding at 100 Gold." The auctioneer leaned against the podium, looking out at the audience expectantly. |
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Felicity nodded and bowed deeply in respect and gratitude. She solemnly walked away, keeping her head down and coming into her room. Once there, she went to her bathroom. Since the master had not given any other commands, she wanted to cleanse herself before bed. Taking great care, she bathed in the warm rose-scented water. She thuroughly douched herself out to clean any lingering fluids from Atmoic's play, and shampooed her hair thuroughly. When she felt she was perfectly clean, and that her makeup had been removed and she was pure again, she dried herself and slipped into bed nude. Her last thoughts before the thick sheets carried her to sleep were about babies and new fashionable clothing. |
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Felicity was awake and alert the moment her door opened. She nodded obediantly and stood up. She noticed that her balance was a little off, especially beause now she looked a few months pregnant. She blinked the sleep away and stood, going to her bathroom. She freshened up, and applied light make up so that John would find her presentable. For clothing, since her old clothes would not fit her, she found a loose green gown in the wardrobe. She tied this with a green sash and put her hair up in a bun. She decided to go to town barefoot so that people would know she was a slave. Dressed like this, she reported to John and Kenyou at the door. (( i love all these different experiments, they're really cool!)) |
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| | From: Erik693 | Sent: 10/19/2008 5:15 PM |
(occ thanks. I'm glad you like them.) When john saw Felicity he placed Kenyou on her shoulder. "This time you will be shoping for baby clothes, baby food, and anything else that will be needed. Even some clothes for you during you times as a pregnet person. Kenyou already knows where the stores are and where everything is." He gave her a rather large amount of money. "This should be pleanty for the stuff. Now go." He opened the door for them and closed it behind them. |
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Felicity blushed, realising for which baby the clothing was. She felt Kenyou on her shoulder and was glad for his company as she walked barefoot into town. Turning to Kenyou, she pointed down to her feet as if to ask "was that a good idea?" There was a nice breeze, and Felicity walked quickly but freely, happy to be outside. |
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Felicity was a quick learner. People would look at her and her pregnant stomach, but when they saw her soft bare feet, they would turn away, giving her a dirty look. This made her feel a little sad, but Kenyou was pleasant company. She went to each store, spending as little money as possible while getting all the required baby clothing. For herself, she only bought plain dresses and aprons, some stockings, and undergarments. She bought a pair of extremely high ballet boots, one pair of formal heels, and a pair of soft leather sandals. Felicity arranged for all the items to be delivered and then started to return home. |
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Felicity was ashamed that she had spent too much money. She promised to punish herself later in the evening, unless John would do it instead. She retreated to her room to bathe her feet and to think about the names. Since her mate had been a fire creature, she created a list that would work with a creature that could manipulate fire. Her list came out like this: Males - Spark, Flint, Ignatium, Crimson, and Charr Females - Scarlet, Cherry, Chrysalis, Ruby, and Ingitia |
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Felicity nodded gratefully, and gave a small smile, her head down. The first things she would do with her free time was get clean. She went to her bathroom and filled her tub with hot water and bubble bath. She planned to bathe for an hour or so, and get really perfectly clean. When she came out, she would look radiant. When she dried, she was wondering what kind of makeup she should put on. Then she had an idea. She skecthed, with some color pencils that she always kept in her dress, some designs. One of them had heavy makeup like a hooker, another had makeup more like a royal woman, and another had very little makeup. She took these designs and went to Master John's study. She knocked, very lightly, and kneeled off to the side, nude. She hoped that he would not be mad, but she really wanted to pick make up that would please him most. |
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Felicity blushed and she pointed at the sketches and then at her own face. With the tip of a little pencil she kept with her, she wrote on the bottom of the page in neat cursive writing: Do you want me to wear makeup, Master? She looked up at him, her cheeks a little pink with embarassment, before looking down. |
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Felicity bowed her deepest gratitude and returned to her room. At her vanity table, she found all the necessary cosmetics and makeups that she would need. Seated before the mirror, she painted herself up to look like a street-walking whore. The makeup was used in just such a way that Felicity's bueaty was enhanced greatly, and she was proud to look good just for John. |
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