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 Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2012 4:12 pm
Oki has chosen you because you suit her.
She will love you as long as you obey.
She will love you if you disobey.
Oki buys only what she wishes.
You are here to keep Oki happy.
You are here to keep Oki sane.
You are here because Oki wants you to be.
This is Oki's island.
Oki's Island is off the map.
Oki's Island is private.
Oki's Island is dangerous.
The closest land may only be reached by plane.
Oki will rarely call such things to her island.
There is no way off without her permission.
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2012 4:37 pm
~Oki's Word is Law~
You will address Oki as 'Mistress Nanda', 'Mistress', or 'M'Lady'
You will say 'Yes, Sir', 'No,Sir'; Yes, Ma'am', 'No, Ma'am'
You will honor Mistress Oki.
You will be polite to the guests
You will wear your collar at all times
You will wear modest clothing
You will come when called
You will cause no harm to Felicity
You will be respectful to your fellows
You will do your assigned chores
You will ask if you need anything
You will be punished if you fail to follow these simple rules.
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2012 4:39 pm
First Floor  Foyer, Sitting Room, Living Room, Library, Kitchen, Dining Room
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2012 4:41 pm
Second Floor Blue Room [vacant], YellowRoom [vacant], Green Room [vacant] Red Room [Rebecca], Peach Room [June], Grey Room [vacant] Amenities in each room Queen size bed
Dresser
Walk-in Closet
Mirror
Thermostat
Vanity
Large bathroom
Bookshelf
Hope chest
Desk with a chair
A multitude of clothing (including causal, formal, costume)
Varied toiletries
Varied sheets and comforters
Restraints
Bay window with bucket seat Office, Library
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2012 4:43 pm
Third Floor Oki's Room Black Room [ reserved for retainer ] Basement Kennel
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2012 9:39 pm
If one is interested, they must
• Complete a "Slave" profile
• Post it on the slave forum
• Private Message me.
Oki is a little picky, Ducklings, but do not worry
Oki will explain to you how you came to the isolated island Oki's house rests upon
After all is said and done, One may begin posting.
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2012 3:03 pm
Oki smiled kindly, ascending the great stones stairs to her home on the hill. She did not have much to say, had few questions to answer. It had been a good day overall, she would have some work to do later. Both of what she had chosen were ill tempered, a little wild. She was certainly in no rush to bed them, she was more interested in breaking them first. Their files had left her curious, hungry for more about their past. Perhaps it would come with time. She admitted she wasn't always the most patient, but these so far were things to be savored. Ah she was so excited, but the emotion only danced in her brilliant eyes. Once to the large front door, she produced a golden key from her ample cleavage clunked- opening the heavy lock. Pushing the door open she would step into the ornate hall, taking off the three inch heels and setting them neatly on a small mat. Oki was a whopping 5'1" and giggled at the difference height betwixt herself and her new servants. Her voice held lush springtime, " Welcome home. Shoes off at the door. Look around to one's heart is content. Oki's room is on the third floor, she will not be sharing her space. Oki will be about." She would then leave her servants to their own needs. Once they chose their space, their bought possessions would appear and wait to be put away. Walking to her kitchen, pouring a hearty glass of red wine and retiring to her office on the second floor. She left the door open, arranging some papers and taking a long hungry mouthful. She wondered how long they would keep her happy.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 7:46 am
 Rebecca found she had become extremely tense on the plane ride over. Why was the woman's home so very isolated? Rebecca tried formulating some semblance of an escape plan during the journey. Her two problems were as such: she could most likely go into hypothermia swimming back, seeing how far the home was from shore, and two, the collar that she couldn't get off. There had to be a trick somehow to it, but even then, would it send out some kind of homing signal upon breach of it? Her mind was filled with questions for the woman who called herself Oki. Rebecca would be damned if she let the lady control her life. She was an assassin, trained to kill and disappear in plain sight. She was certainly no house pet. Still, Rebecca supposed the one good thing about the woman was that she had some semblance of attractiveness to her. Rebecca supposed that if that was the best thing that came about the situation, she'd have to learn to deal with it. When they arrived at the house, Rebecca had visually inspected all of the windows and doors from the outside. It was a nice home, large, but the seclusion still worried the assassin. Rebecca was caught off guard when her "mistress" removed her shoes and was only slightly shorter than her. Flatfooted, Rebecca's eyes would gaze level with Oki's forehead. Rebecca was by no means tall, simply that Oki was on the shorter side. When asked to remove her boots, Rebecca was a little uncertain, as she had hidden a makeshift knife she had forged from a chunk of slate rock, just in case. Still, she did as reqested and used her thumb and index finger to make sure the knife didn't come out of the boot, as well as aid in the removal of the boot. She slid the other off and carried them both in her arms, not wanting to leave her only weapon alone. Rebecca watched has Oki strutted off to the kitchen to fix herself a glass of wine. The assassin nonchalantly did as suggested, and looked around. She checked every room, tried all doors and found some locked, and saw nothing outwardly uncommon within the home. When she finally looked around, she found herself sitting on the mattress in the room painted red. She took the knife from her boot and placed it under the left pillow, then put the boots at the foot of her bed on the floor. She glanced out the window and saw the tide was rising. It was still early in the morning, only Rebecca didn't realize how early it had been. She immediately found herself tired. Being in a cramped cage for what seemed like eternity, she found she never truly slept. She closed the door of the red room, and fell asleep atop the covers.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 10:01 am
Vlad looked at her condescendingly and walked towards the house ignoring the chide. He would be damned if he was going to call this weak woman his mistress and until he saw that she was someone he could respect, he wouldn't give her the satisfaction of having that title. He took off his shoes as asked and went about becoming familiar with the house. He needed to know everything he could about its layout in case he needed to escape or to give him an advantage in a fight. Vlad figured he should start from the top and work his way down, so he climbed the stairs to the top floor and began familiarizing himself with Oki's room. It held a simple eligence not unlike the rooms of the nobles houses he'd visited in the past. He examened the room looking for secret doors or comparts or even alternat means of exiting, but admitedly his strong suit was combat and stratigy not reconosince so he found little. Moving down to the second floor he found several vacant rooms that were all decorated with a specific color each. He sighed at the thought of having to stay in one of these rooms but pushed that task away mentally till later. He then moved on to the library examining each section and area, after which he took great care in avoiding the office where Oki was, the less he saw her the better. This process of examining continued until he reached the kennel in the basemant, it was dark and simple and he liked it. So he claimed the kennel to be his room and stayed down there, he figured Oki wouldnt have a problem with it since she did say he could have any room he liked. laying down on the cot that was in the room he began to mentally organize all the information he had gathered into a floorplan in his head. It was something he did whenever he went somewhere new and figured it would help at some point. After that he just doused semi-peacefully
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 10:53 am
Oki looked to her hand. The blue string tugging taunt. Ah seems Vladimir had taken up residence in the kennel. The kennel was for ill behavior- for those not tame. His possessions would not appear there. They would appear in the black room on the third floor. The retainers room. He would need correction as he was intentionally being difficult. She wondered how he'd opened the locked door to her room, to the basement. Perhaps it did not matter- then again it may just. She didn't have any worries, however, Oki has few secrets she was unwilling to share. Smiling, lipping her wine glass as she scrawled a few beautiful letters to complete the last of long abandoned paperwork. His nature was compelling, she grinned, looping the 'string' around her pinky and tugging. Where he lay, his collar would tighten and stay tight, not enough to choke- simply enough to cause some annoyance if not distress. He would have to seek her out. She cooed gently at the magenta string, a promise of a gentle dream to her new servant. Rebecca was certainly interesting. Her look about had not been nearly as long as Oki would have believed. And so quick to choose a room to sleep. Oki made a note in a red ledger- more than on the choice but on several other small aspects. Oki stood, setting her ledgers away- tidying her desk. She looked at the clock- it was still so very, very early. Perhaps she'd tipped into her wine a little too early? No. It was never too early for wine. Leaving her office, a clack signaling the locking of it, the petite woman went to the kitchen, placing a kettle on the stove. Pulling out a pestle and mortar and began to grind herbs for a lovely tea. She wondered which servant would come to her first. It would not matter in either sense.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 1:02 pm
Rebecca woke up about an hour and a half later. She never needed much sleep, especially when she slept so soundly in such a short amount of time. She peeked open her eye and sat up with a start, forgetting momentarily where she was. She ran her hands through her hair and brought it to the side of her head. Her hand grazed past the collar she wore and instinctly itched around it and tried to get it off again. It was still permanently fastened. Her stomach growled, and she found she was getting very hungry. Fortunately, being an assassin where she might have been on a case for weeks, Rebecca learned to fast for days at a time. In fact, she was already going on forty-three hours with no food. It wasn't an odd occurrence that her slavers didn't feed her every day or even every other day. The longest she had gone without food was four days and three nights. Even then she was living on ants or other small spiders that she could catch. Rebecca made her way downstairs to the kitchen to see what food particles she could consume. What she found was that Oki was standing by the stove putting on a kettle of water. Rebecca said nothing but the grumbing of her stomach did little to hide her presence.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 1:46 pm
" Did she rest well?" Oki hummed softly, oceanic gaze falling to the female redhead. She giggled at the bed rumpled form, took note that Rebecca could do with a good session with soap and warm water. Seeping ground leaves into hot water and humming- the tea would be robust, revitalizing and would heal any discomfort left from being caged." Oki hopes she found everything to her liking. Please enjoy some tea- Oki will begin cooking soon, she simply has not decided what." Oki produced a straw, dipping it in the liquid and sampling the liquid caught. The action to display to the servant the liquid was without taint. She poured a cup for herself, preparing it in the same fashion, Oki sipped at her own tea. The small woman offered a genuine smile, her tone affectionate and warm, " Does she have a preference?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 2:36 pm
"I presume you're speaking to me? Why is it you refer to yourself in the third person anyway? As far as food, I'll eat anything so long as it's cooked. Rather, I'll eat anything so long as it's an actual food substance...and cooked."Rebecca cautiously took the cup of tea that was offered but didn't sip from it. She looked over the woman who was leaning back against the counter, sipping her cup and oddly twisting her fingers on her other hand. Rebecca had to double take to notice that with every few flicks of her fingers, the colors blue and magenta danced between her digits. Rebecca shook her head and went to go sit at the dining table where she placed her mug on a coaster and leaned her head in her hands, elbows to table. She was still tired, but felt she didn't want to sleep anymore. She was too stressed.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 3:39 pm
Vlad was met was bet with a tightening of the collar, which was no doubt caused by that infernal woman. Since the annoy feeling continued he got up and went up to the Office but before he got there he sensed movement in the kitchen. He moved to look around the corner, where he say Oki. He sensed someone else but for some reason he couldn't tell where they were. Vlad walked in the room and sighed, " What do you want, annoying little woman?" He leaned against the far wall and looked at her. He wasn't usually this abrasive but he found this woman simply infuriating between from her short stature to he annoying habit of talking in third person.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 3:56 pm
The collar would tighten despite Oki's sweet smile. " Oki speaks in the manner which best suits her. Oki appreciates her curiosity on such things- though it is a bit rude." She watched Rebecca's gaze. It took a rare soul to see the strings. It amused Oki, what a sweet soul she must have. The collar would loosen. Her file stated otherwise, it had been very rough- something else to note for later. Within minutes the kitchen was flooded with the sounds of simmering and the smells of citrus and meat. Oki sang softly as she cooked- something in a dead language. It would not take long for the scent of sauteed vegetables, roasted duck, various citrus sauces and thick wheat noodles. She paused in her singing, gaze falling to the towering male. Seems he'd sought her out after all. Her smile dimmed, her treatment of him was a little different than Rebecca. Perhaps she cared a little more, or perhaps one needed more application than the other. She made him a cup of the tea, showing him- as he had Rebecca it was safe to have. " How can she take care of him if he is going out of his way to be difficult? The kennel is for those of ill behaviour, Oki believes he is simply uncomfortable. His room is on the third floor, the black room beside Oki's. She will not take no as his answer." She set his tea on the counter, her smile sweet, " She insists he goes and meets his fellow in the dining room. It will be some time more before this meal is complete." The collar would loosen around his neck.
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