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 Female x Female  BDSM  Slice of Life NSFW (xXShadowedPixieXx and Chrystal Dark)

Discussion in 'Roleplay Execution' started by Chrystal Dark, Aug 5, 2019.

  1. Chrystal Dark

    Chrystal Dark Boobie Girl! Member

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    [​IMG] Diane Kranmer made a point of not being a nice person, Nice people finish last, after all (to bring Brooklyn Dodgers manager Leo Durocher's popular quote from the 1940s up into the twenty-first century). Diane had no intention what so ever of finishing last. Working in the insurance industry was, she knew not that far removed from operating a protection racket. The difference was in the wording of the agreement - "Pay us a large amount of money and if anything happens to your place we'll consider giving you some of it back", as opposed to "Pay us a large amount of money or something will happen to your place."

    The second version, of course, was illegal, but it didn't stop Miss Kranmer keeping at the back of her mind as a reminder of what insurance was all about - namely, making money. She was reminded more than a little bit of the character "Gilbert Huph", an almost unknown character from the Disney Pixar movie, The Incredibles, mostly known for being thrown through several walls.

    She wasn't totally callous and heartless though. She liked to think that if she had seen someone getting mugged from her office window that she would at least have called the police... And she did sign off on claims that were genuine. Working as the manager of a team of claims administrators handling major household claims - fires, burglaries, things like trees or vehicles crashing into houses.

    It wasn't an easy job. She had two adjusters, five administrators and an administrative assistant. The adjusters, Mike and Roy, got the fun jobs, visiting sites, taking photos, reading police reports. The administrators were the ones who did the boring bits. Two of them, Marie and June, were in their thirties and at least had some sort of work ethic. Andrea was in her fifties and was basically a clock-watching wage slave. The last two, Alice and sue, were recent hires, in their early twenties, and she was forever having to berate them, tell them to stop nattering and get on with their work. The two girls both smoked and would often vanish outside to the smoking area for a lot longer that was strictly permitted. They would also take toilet breaks together, and Diane had on more than one occasion entered the ladies room herself to find them nattering and fixing their make-up.

    And it seemed they all hated her with a passion. Not that Diane minded. She wanted an efficient team that worked and did their jobs. She couldn't care less whether they liked her or not. Except for Tanya, her administrative assistant. The lowest paid member of the team, she worked par time, from nine to three with a half hour lunch and two fifteen minute coffee breaks, that she seemed to spend at her desk, whenever Diane checked. The one member of her team she never had cause to complain about, and who never seemed to grumble, even when Diane gave her the most boring jobs, or made unreasonable demands of her.

    It was almost as if Tanya enjoyed being bossed about as much as Diane enjoyed bossing people about.

    "Tanya?" She called out through the open door to her little office. Open always with a direct line of sight to the terrible two. "Ah there you are. Be a dear and run a system search for me on these three zip codes?" She handed the woman who was only slightly younger, a yellow sticky-note with the numbers on it. "Print off any e-files your searches pull up, and if there are any paper files, I'll need you to nip down to archiving to retrieve them. On my desk by midday Monday, if you please? Thank you."

    Not an impossible task by any means, in fact Diane could have run the searches herself, but there was something fishy about a claim that she currently had on her desk. A keyword search had pulled up two other similar claims, and something was jogging in her memory... She wasn't certain what it was yet, and she wanted to conduct her own investigation, possibly with Tanya's help, but in the mean time she still had a mountain of other work to get through and it was Friday. And she had something special planned for this evening.
     
  2. xXShadowedPixieXx

    xXShadowedPixieXx Well-Known Member Member

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    Tanya Marie Haven was known sometimes for being a push-over, for being told what to do, and hopping to it. Though it was certainly something she didn't mind in the slightest. Wearing her emotions on her sleeve got her in trouble, and made it seem as if taking advantage of her was entirely too easy. For Tanya, it was something entirely different. What did that mean? Well...

    Tanya worked a normal 9-3 Job, your standard full time, at least for her it was, to others being part time. Working two jobs came naturally to her, having both a morning schedule and an evening schedule, able to function on Three hours of sleep, getting up, taking a shower, and getting ready for her day as if it was something that came naturally. Today seemed to be a little bit different, at least for her at was. This evening, her club Twisted Haven, hosted an event for all new comers, for those who wanted to test the waters, see if it was something they were truly interested in, without the hassle of their identifies being revealed, though most of them were given the option to wear a mask, in which she herself would wear one as well. Being the owner had it's perks, able to see who came and went, being responsible for the care and aftercare of ones body and well being before and after activities were well underway. Being in a BDSM Setting certainly wasn't normal, but it was one of few of its kind in such a large city, and she ran it well. So well in fact that there were several other locations that she helped Co-owned all over the city. But it wasn't something she told everyone, certainly not.

    But By morning her demeanor entirely changed, going from a club owning submissive, near and dear to her heart, to allow her Dominant to control every aspect of her life for the evening, punishment if and when she deserved it, and Aftercare being a must in her eyes. It brought both Physical and Emotional pleasure to her mind and body. But By 9am, she was an Administrative Assistant for her Boss Diane Kranmer, The same age but two entirely different positions. Her position being the lowest paying on the chain, but it didn't bother her, not in a normal sense it would others. She Simply took phone calls when needed if her boss was away from her desk, researching claims if need be, coffee runs, and picking up the slack of others when Diane needed her too, or someone called off.

    Being a business owner certainly had its perks, it taught her that no matter what, work came first, and pleasure came second, though she could certainly fight and bicker over the two of which came first and which came second. Tanya was known for being a goody two shoes, but it wasn't something she threw in anyone's face if she could avoid it. It was Friday, and her day was shortened, needed to take off an hour earlier then usual. Having just returned from lunch, it gave her two hours to finish any and all work Diane needed to finished. Diane wasn't mean in any sense of the term, but knowing those who were above her, all certainly complained about how bitchy she was, stern, and overly demanding when it came to such simple tasks. Not that she minded in the slightest, it was a kink for her, of being told what to do, and doing it right to earn the praise her mind and body craved.

    Searching through her computer, and filtering through emails she received that seemed nastier coming from anonymous emails, she broke away from her computer at the sound of her name, and a task being requested of her, searching through a few zip codes, and Files that would be need to be pulled whether they were electronic, or if they were physical files needing to be pulled from Archives. "Right away Ms. Kranmer." And Just like that Tanya got to work, not wasting a second on getting what she needed finished before the end of her day. Down in the pit of her stomach, she felt the small pang of pleasure it brought her, being told what to do, and being given a deadline to do it. Absolutely perfect, in her little black book, or in her case purple, of absolutely rotten things that made her world spin, and her heart race.
     
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  3. Chrystal Dark

    Chrystal Dark Boobie Girl! Member

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    Diane was not normally a nervous person. Lonely, yes. Nervous, hardly ever. She had a couple of friends, who were forever telling her she needed to lighten up, take life less seriously. Paul, who was probably her best friend, had told her repeatedly, "Sweetie, if you want to get laid, you can't keep bossing people around like that...!"

    Oddly it was Paul's partner Michael who had suggested she try the Twisted Haven club. She was not exactly familiar with the whole BDSM scene and when she learned about it she had to admit to being a tiny bit shocked, but amazingly turned on by the idea. Mike told her that the club did strictly newbie nights, often on a Friday, where everyone wore masks, and everything was kept low-key and safe, there was usually a practical demonstration, he told her, and had licked his lips. And if she liked the idea there were private rooms she could go to, or she could just chill, have a drink and leave and no-one any the wiser, He gave her some tips on what to wear and the sort of full-face mask that worked best.

    And so here she was. Friday night after work, feeling more than a little insecure, walking down the road, wearing leather boots, a leather skirt, and a leather coat, all in shiny black, and a black and white zebra striped top. Her blonde hair was pulled up into a severe bun, she wore nothing around her neck, and in her pocket was a black and white mask. Mike told her that most experience club-goers could tell by your clothing whether you were dominant or submissive, but obviously not every first timer had the right clothing to get the message across, and so there was a code in the masks: Wear a "human" mask and you would be left alone to choose your path, to approach whoever you wished should you choose to. But wear an animal mask and you were declaring an intention. Herbivore masks said you were a submissive: mice, rabbits, deer, sheep, even horses, pigs and cattle. Carnivore masks declared one to be a dominant: cats, dogs, wolves, lions, weasels, and of course, tigers. Diane had put her outfit together carefully. It wasn't so outlandish that she would feel silly wearing it in public, but the black leather was what should advertise her dominant status. And just to be sure she had a tiger mask to match.

    She spotted some people wearing bright colours and rabbit masks disappear through a door ahead of her. She swallowed her nerves, pulled her mask on and approached the door. A well dressed bouncer looked her up and down and nodded. She shrugged and walked past him, through the door, and stopped at a desk. Loud music was muted by the doors beyond. A girl wearing spiky leather underwear and a mask that Dianne assumed was some Japanese cartoon character asked for the entrance fee. Dianne dug in the pocket of her coat and handed over the cash. The doors swung open and the music increased in volume from muted to wake-the-dead.

    Diane realised she was thirsty, and made her way to the bar. "Jack Daniels, neat," she ordered, spotting the distinctive bottle and label, dug for her purse ready to pay.
     
  4. xXShadowedPixieXx

    xXShadowedPixieXx Well-Known Member Member

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    Tanya managed to finish every ounce of work asked of her by Diane, but now? It was her time to be who she truly was. Tanya began to get ready for the evening. She preferred the night time. She wondered into to her bathroom, showering, putting on her normal heavy makeup that made her look dark and mysterious, and got dressed wearing her favorite pair of silver pumps, and a short black skirt that came down low enough to just barely cover her bottom, a low cut top the same color as her hair and her favorite earrings she adored, made from white gold and burgundy colored gemstones. Tanya left her down in curls, the way she liked it, being it just past her shoulders, accenting the collar with a small bell.

    Tanya grabbed her keys, her wallet, before hopping into her Mustang GT, revving the engine and taking off. It didn’t take her very long to get to club, parking in her Personal parking spot. Tanya felt the music bump from outside. This was the life she enjoyed. Before stepping inside Tanya slipped on the mask of her choice, the look of a rabbit that would hide her identity and prove she was a submissive willing to work for her dom. Everyone was given a choice in what masks to wear. Several animals for a submissive, Doms, those who are switches. Though, some preferred to not wear anything at all, “human” faced to make their own choice. Once in place she smiled to herself as she walked inside, greeted by regulars. Her club was busy, entertainment on stage, and soon she would be part of it.

    Tanya made her Way to the bar, requested a shot of vodka from Eric, slamming it back as the song Skin by Rihanna came over the the speakers, enjoying the beat of the song. She swayed and shimmied her hips, as she moved towards the pole, not far from the main event in her club. Tanya enjoyed the slow beat of the Music, though the lyrics mentioned something entirely different.

    She grabbed the pole, swinging her weight around, shifting her weight, letting her body becoming one with the pole itself. She enjoyed how confident it made her feel, sexy and beautiful, knowing quite a few eyes were on her. Including the eyes of her Future Dom. Tanya got lost in the pleassure it made her feel, swaying and dancing on the pole before the music finally ended, earning an applause from her patrons and guests.

    She smirked, thanking those around her for watching before getting down, coming to get another drink from her bartender, the same as before, vodka, straight. She played with the collar she wore allowing her fingers to play with the bell, making a soft ringing noise, even in the loudness of the music.

    Tanya was a submissive at heart, though by day she was a hardworking women in an office for insurance. But by night? A club owner, a submissive enjoyed the thrill of submitting to whoever claimed her. Though she had yet to be claimed, she was hoping she would find the one for her soon.
     
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  5. Chrystal Dark

    Chrystal Dark Boobie Girl! Member

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    There was something oddly familiar about the young woman in the rabbit mask, who got up onto the stage and did an amazingly erotic dance around the pole. the other dancers making room for her as if they all knew who she was. Diane watched the slender young woman wrap herself around the steel rod, making love to it in a way that had all eyes drawn to her. The dance lasted as long as the sensual and erotic song. Diane watched entranced as the woman with the exotic coloured hair and the enticing figure danced. "I think I'm in lust!" she muttered to herself.

    The song ended and Rabbit-lady came over to the bar and ordered a straight vodka in a voice that was also oddly familiar. The fact that she was served instantly by the tender, and not asked for money, hinted that she was someone of some importance in the club. But wearing a submissive mask? Not to mention a collar. Mixed signals indeed. Diane moved the couple of empty spaces that put her next to the young woman. "I think getting to know someone who doesn't pay for their drinks, would be an advantage in a club like this, wouldn't you, miss Bunny-rabbit?" There, how's that for an original chat-up line? She grinned behind her mask. A finger raised to hook itself through the ring on the collar. "I like the idea of you getting me a drink for free. I'm the sort of person who is used to getting what she wants, and I want you on your knees with your head under my skirt... Of course if you prefer burritos to tacos, then I will just have to find myself another bunny, but... There is something about you, my purple-haired pole-dancer..."

    Purple hair.... Under the flashing and coloured lights of the club it was hard to tell the exact shade, but, Diane only knew one other person with purple hair and that was her AA, Tanya Haven. But the chances of that being the case were so remote as to be almost zero, surely? Tanya was such a meek little thing too, there was no way she would ever be seen in a place like this. And her hair was always up in a bun or a braid, never loose and curly like this. That said, Diane couldn't resist running her fingers through the soft, long curls. Her left hand twisted the purple locks around her fingers. Her right hand was still gripping the collar. She glanced around, looking to see if anyone would challenge her claim for this curvy bunny.

    Another glass of JD had miraculously appeared on the bar next to her, a note on the napkin it sat on read "On The House, good luck!" And while several people she took for staff (mostly because they had badges with a name on) were watching, no-one looked like they were wanting to interfere.

    "So, this is my first time here, and I have just laid claim to the sexiest bunny in the place. And everyone's staring like they expect something awful to happen. What, do you own the club or something?"
     
  6. xXShadowedPixieXx

    xXShadowedPixieXx Well-Known Member Member

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    Tanya certainly wasn't used to being approached, being the club owner, and being a submissive had its perks. Meaning she was left to choose for herself, in worry that someone would be kicked out for making the wrong move. Though they weren't in the wrong to be afraid, to question whether Tanya was worth jeopardizing something like that. Her club had become quite popular in the two years it was open, and being one of the youngest to own a club in one of the busiest cities certainly spread like wild fire. Tanya was used to keeping her name out of publicity, to keep her name out of the spotlight, making it possible to keep her Life separate, between day and night.

    A beautiful blonde approached her, wearing the mask of a Tiger, Dominant, Having only seen a few so far this evening, the evening was young, but there were plenty of time for activities. The blonde mentioned she was worth getting to know, being able to receive drinks for free, though that was certainly the furthest thing from her mind. A single finger rose, to hook itself into Tanya's Collar and it sent shivers down her spine. The women before her certainly had guts, no one ever having the nerve to get so close, and touch her. Getting what she wanted though, if tanya had anything to say about it, she would get exactly what she came here for an more. The women looked slightly familiar but allowed the thought to disappear, no way possible that it could possibly be her boss. It would certainly be interesting seeing diane here, the setting perfect for someone as bossy and had an attitude like hers. "I do prefer tacos over burritos, though whether or not you think your up to the task is another question. Do you think you might possibly be the one im looking for? The one to claim me properly and keep me?"

    Tanya bit her bottom lip, as she allowed her grey eyes to bore into the women before her. Tanya was certainly up for the challenge, having challenged only one other before, and realized they weren't up to the task, and left, never to be seen again. Tanya was feisty, and didn't give in so easily. She wanted her Dom to work for it, prove they were worth keeping and submitting to. She had yet to find the one for her, it gave her hope, and ignited the fire in her stomach. She felt eyes on her, several patrons watching the exchange of conversation between them, all of them on their toes on who said what next. Though the setting of a shot of JD was certainly proof of the power she really held in this club. Tanya leaned forward, allow the space between them to close, as Tanya whispered in her ear, low enough for the both of them to hear and no one else.

    "I own this club indeed, my territory. Does the all mighty tiger think she can lay claim to a small innocent rabbit? Or will the Rabbit get away?" Tanya couldn't help but smile, the truth in her words showing just how much she enjoyed pushing boundaries, seeing how far she could go before someone snapped. It was something she was good at, and she didn't intend on giving up any time soon. Tanya pulled back, leaning against the Bar top, reaching behind her to take another shot, while handing the small glass of JD from the bar to the women before her.
     
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