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Post by ladyofmusic on Nov 28, 2015 4:42:06 GMT 10
Christine's heart leapt two feet from her body as she heard the car pull up in the drive way, she rushed to put her thing's away before going to the door, opening it with her head bowed low, biting her tongue so she did not speak until granted permission to. She watched her step mother and sisters walk past her, bags full of new thing's, as well those that they wore.
She had over heard some time ago that they intended to move to America, to start over away from the stink of her deceased mother and her friends who had done all they could to shun them out of society. She knew that they had tried to find ways to fob her off to other people, none of which would treat her any better than they did, hence why she had not been given to one of her mothers friends who had since given up the fight to try and win custody of her.
She closed the door, standing to receive what jobs were to be finished before she was permitted to sleep that night
"Oh Dolly..." His voice called from upstairs, the door opening as his shadow cascaded down to her
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Post by witch on Nov 28, 2015 11:34:06 GMT 10
"Well don't just stand there foolish girl, take these things, press them and put them away. Then start with our tea and this time make sure not to wake us UNTIL it's done. You also have some more cleaning to do and I don't want to see one speck of bust anywhere, do I make myself clear?" Christine's step mother challenged while her daughter giggled beside her.
Emma's eyes went wide upon hearing her masters voice, it always sent a chill down her spine while picking up the beat to her heart. She raced to the spot were she greeted him, though it was more waiting for him, kneeling at his feet when he came down the stairs as if he was the king and she his lowest subject. Her eyes downcast she made sure to kneel as he had always told her, a few locks of hair over her shoulder so he'd have an excuse to touch her while he set it back in place. Knees apart, for reasons he said she'd someday get to know along with her chest high and out.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Nov 30, 2015 10:48:27 GMT 10
"Yes ma'am," she said, bowing her head as she carefully took the things from her step mother and sisters, heading down to wash and press their new pieces of clothing
"Mmm there she is, my little doll..." He purred, brushing the hair aside, pulling her close, his lips smashing down onto hers as his hands roamed her small frame
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Post by witch on Nov 30, 2015 12:01:34 GMT 10
Her sisters smickered watching her go, thinking just what she could do to course trouble. She spied the fire place, the ash and coals thinking that the dust would be perfect for something.
Emma gasped as he pulled her close, moaned slightly as his lips found her own, shivered as his hands roamed. She had gotten used to her masters touch...at least in some ways but in others... She simply let him do as he pleased waiting for what ever came next.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Nov 30, 2015 12:06:19 GMT 10
She tied her hair back anew as she ironed the girls school uniforms as their new dresses went round in the washing machine, their meal cooking till done, she began to hum softly to herself, her feline companion strolling in, having heard her return from upstairs.
"And how is my dolly this fine afternoon,hmm?"
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Post by witch on Nov 30, 2015 12:17:41 GMT 10
The cat sounded her hello, jumping up to sit beside the ironing board being careful of were she placed herself for two reasons. One she knew the trouble her friend would get into if her fur was found on the clothes and two....she did NOT want to burn herself.
Catching her breath Emma only forced herself to smile. Though he had asked her a question and no doubt expected an answer he HADN'T given her permission to actually speak. It had been a mistake she had made before and therefore, eyes still cast down, not daring to look at him, Emma remained as always, silent.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Nov 30, 2015 12:20:06 GMT 10
"Hello little one... I cannot wait for tomorrow, house to myself till six in the evening... What ever is in the heavens bless the schooling system here.." She said, folding the skirts up carefully.
"Good girl, you are learning after all, and here I thought you were a stupid slut"
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Post by witch on Nov 30, 2015 12:25:49 GMT 10
The cat started purring at this news looking up at her mistress and eyeing the school clothes, she fought back the feeling of wanting to rip the clothes to bits with her claws, teaching the steep sisters a lesson but knowing it would only backfire.
At this Emma didn't know what to do. She had heard him and her father both use the term before but still had no idea what it meant. Instead she only bite her lip, waiting, always waiting.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Nov 30, 2015 12:28:44 GMT 10
"Those claws need to stay in those little paws missy, I know that look," she smirked, gently tickling under her chin
"Now, you may speak little dolly"
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Post by witch on Nov 30, 2015 12:35:02 GMT 10
She purred louder now rubbing her chin along with fingertips making sure her mistress got everywhere. As for her claws she simply looked down at them as if trying to pretend she noticed them for the first time.
"T..t..thank y..you m..m..master" she whispered softly, her voice soft and somewhat broken.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Dec 4, 2015 11:01:05 GMT 10
"Never mind playing innocent, go curl up somewhere while I make your dinner."
"Good girl, so polite
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Post by witch on Dec 4, 2015 12:11:43 GMT 10
The cat licked her lips, almost as if she was sticking her tounge out. Still, she did get up and move, carefully making her way to a sunny spot within the kitchen.
"T...t..trying...m..master"
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Post by ladyofmusic on Dec 4, 2015 12:15:12 GMT 10
Christine carried on cleaning the new dresses, moving them to the dryer as she went to hang up the uniforms before laying their dinner out on the table
"You are, very"
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Post by witch on Dec 4, 2015 12:23:30 GMT 10
Sounds came from upstairs, laughter that filled the rooms.
She hung her head, closing her eyes, his words making her think she had failed again in some way.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Dec 4, 2015 12:26:57 GMT 10
She swallowed, standing at her place beside the door once she had called them for their meal
He grabbed her face hard, snarling
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