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 Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2016 7:45 pm
Exterior Master RoomGuest RoomStudy LoungeBathroomsThe DenDining RoomKitchen
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2016 7:47 pm
 ☩ Duchess Vladimira Matrona Volkov ☩
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Vladimira sighed as she stared out of the window of her short limousine, the demon she had purchased just moments ago sitting across from her. To get to the warehouse where her monstrous pet had been held took several hours, so she had a lot of time to think and lay down the rules for her dear pet. To her immediate left, one of her most trusted bodyguards, Borya, sat at attention and kept his eyes forward. Glancing over to her bodyguard, Vladimira motioned for him to look at her and drew a cross in the air with her finger. The man merely nodded and withdrew a rosary from around his neck, returning to what he was doing after revealing that he was wearing it.
"Спасибо, Боря," Vladimira commented before glancing over to the incubus. "Now, my pet, we're going to be on the road for a few hours, so I am going to take this time to explain how things are going to work at my home. I hope you are comfortable."
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2016 8:01 pm
Böse Sache(Garrett)Mood: impatient Wearing: White V-neck, grey Cardigan, and black slacks as well as some basic shoes Theme: Oomph- Sandman  Now in the car he sat with his hands in his lap and leaned back a bit in a casual way. He watched the women, his new mistress and the body guard next to them. He noticed her writing in the air then looked at the rosary, his eyes narrowed a little and his body stiffened as he sat up. Hie eyes lingered on the other man before slowly drifting back to his new mistress. "Alright." he responded his eyes sometimes drifting to the bodyguard, He was a tad uncomfortable in the care with the religious things in there with him as well. "What am i going to do for you Mistress." he said in a teasing voice a devilish smile on his face as he leaned forward towards her and gave the same smile to the body guard, then turned back to her reaching his hand out to touch her leg.
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Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2016 7:23 pm
☩ Duchess Vladimira Matrona Volkov ☩
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Vladimira glanced down at the demon's hand, which he felt was appropriate to grace her leg with. She felt that the he was lucky he was handsome, otherwise she would have issued a much harsher punishment. With a gentle smile in response to his comment, the duchess reached into her jacket pocket and retrieved a silver coin, whose appearance made it seem it was minted in the early 15th century. On it was the design of a cross molded into either side of the coin. Still wearing her smile and taking the demon's hand into hers, she pressed the coin firmly into the palm of his hand and closed his hand into a fist.
"The first rule I want you to understand, собака, is that you are never to touch me unless I have given you permission to do so..." Vladimira said softly, squeezing the male's hand closed around the silver coin. "Is that understood?" As his mistress spoke to the demon across from them, the bodyguard sitting next to the duchess kept an eye on Garrett. He knew that with the iron collar around his neck, the demon would not attempt any slight against the woman, but he would keep a sharp eye on him just in the event that he was brave enough to strike.
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Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2016 7:49 pm
Böse Sache(Garrett)Mood: impatient Wearing: White V-neck, grey Cardigan, and black slacks as well as some basic shoes Theme: Oomph- Sandman He watched as she pulled a coin out, he didn't realize what was on it till it was in his hand. He tightened his jaw and just stared at his hand which clenched harder on it as she held his hand his body became stiff as well. He had nothing to say, the clever, flirtatious, man was silent. He then glanced over to the bodyguard he looked him up and down. Garrett was known to be possessive if the person of interest was worth it. Vladimira was indeed worth it. In the imminence pain he was in he still was a little stubborn and rude. He spat at the feet of the body guard. Then turned back to his mistress who was still holding the coin in his hand. he nodded to her "Yes i understand." he said in a cold voice, He was indeed trying to instigate the body guard, tha'ts what he did with other males, tried to make them act out what could you expect from him. He turned back to the bodyguard "Sie kann nicht ihr sicher von mir halten." fully aware he might get more punishment from his mistress.
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2016 2:54 pm
☩ Duchess Vladimira Matrona Volkov ☩
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Vladimira's smile faded as she watched the demon spit at her bodyguard's feet. It didn't bother her that he was being disrespectful to her help, but it did bother her that he had defiled the floor of favorite car wit his vile saliva. Keeping her hands wrapped around his, she made sure that the incubus would walk away with a permanent, cross-shaped mark in his flesh for that one. As for the guard, he remained stoic in face while keeping an eye on the demon. It did irk him that he was being disrespected like this, but he knew that his punishment would be worse than Garrett's if he lost his cool.
"Another rule is that you will respect everything that belongs to me as if it belonged to you," Vladimira said softly, enjoying the feeling of how cold the demon's hands felt as the silver coin burned his hand. "And considering that you also belong to me, I imagine you will show yourself some manner of respect as well..."
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2016 12:44 am
Böse Sache(Garrett)Mood: impatient Wearing: White V-neck, grey Cardigan, and black slacks as well as some basic shoes Theme: Oomph- Sandman His gaze returned to his mistress as she pressed the coin into his hand making him flinch and try to remove his hand from hers. With that last remark he made he knew he would forever have a cross imprinted into his hand. His gaze that was directed at the mistress was a cold one, if not for the collar he would have surely attacked. Eventually he did rip his hand from hers and a small smile crept to his face "Yes, cause i slave would own things, the only thing i own are the clothes i am wearing iv never owned anything else so please tell me how i should treat things." he said in 'sassy' if you will voice " i just don't like sharing thats all." he said with a handsome smile at his mistress and leaned back into his seat. He now looked out the window of the vehicle as the drove. his hands folded together as one of his hands traced the now permanent scar on his hand.
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