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And now fine people of Energy Nede as well as the rest of the universe..! The two greatest reporters in the universe, Chisato Madison and Ulala have news that they say they must desperately get out to the people! So without further ado, here it is! Chisato: Ever since mid-november, we have been getting reports that a massive rise of slave RP'ing AOL under the A&E category is occuring. Naturally this is a bad thing! Ulala: Yes it is very bad, espically for us women. Reports indicate that there is a 20:1 female to male slave ratio. That is SO not funky! But then this was predicted awhile back by Miss Lindsay Reigner. "The takeover process has slowly been going on all year but expect it to pick up greatly around the holidays and the new year when most people will be easily caught off gaurd"- Lindsay Reigner Since the middle of November and up until right now 50 slave rooms have been recorded, with only 5 of them being banned by AOL. Rooms such as "Uncollared Inn" and "Fears Iron collarinn" remain the most popular...and as a special Christmas treat we got "SlavesUnderTheTree" They slavers are bad but within the last two weeks it seems that the slaves have been heavily promoting themselves. Just look at these! Uncollared Inn Uncollared Inn2 Uncollared Tavern Uncollared Meadow UnownedSlavesCastle UncollaredSlavesBar LairOfTheUncollared Uncollared Forest Now WHY you may ask are these muns are so bent on showing off that their characters are not owned? In this reporters opinion, they clearly must want their characters to be owned. Even the muns whose characters claim to be in hiding and that "run away" from slavers want to be owned. They all must have some sort of mental problems to want something like that..possibly because they haven't been exposed to my groovy newscasts! Another thing to take note of is that many muns are using the Gorean style of RP'ing their slave or master characters. For those that don't know of the Gorean style I'll give you the 411. "It is very sexual, sensual, and sometimes can just get downright vulgar and disgusting."- Washuu The following is a totally fab example of a Gorean style slave and Master interaction. -- ::avoiding most of the refuse he sees among the street patrons, and pausing to glance inside this place which he hasn't noticed before, lavender eyes peering about curiously, and seeing only the one girl kneeling on the soft furs:: ::delicious little curvature did shiver in His presence, chocolate depths rose to His knees and velvet voice purred past pillowed pinks as a soft cant of head caused tendrils of rich sienna to tumble over alabaster shoulder, dancing with the rise and curve of pert little swells:: greetings, Master Greetings girl. You are all alone in here? ::a lean against the doorway's frame is taken, seemingly regardless of the chill winds blowing around outside, and entering thru the doorway that he is blocking with his form:: ::soft nodded coupled a whispered:: yes, Master ::a blush tainted those ivory cheeks:: ::his lavender orbs look the girl over curiously, and with admiration, a small smile touchin his lips, as he always loves looking at beautiful young women:: And are you placed here by your owner to serve others? Or simply here as I am? this girl came here...and it was quiet, Master, so she stayed, so the answer would be," simply here as you are, Master So does that mean you are unowned? ::he pushs from the doorway and steps inside, the door swinging shut behind him, his long legged strides bringing towards him as he boldly looks her form over:: ::she did fidget a tad, those slender little digits fumbled with that ragged silks hem:: ::a whimper claimed such decadence as she flattens upon her bara:: this girl is collared, Master And reserved? ::his brow arching, his hand reaching out and taking ahold of that collar he didn't notice before, lifting her chin as he lifts it to let his eyes peruse the name which should be inscribed on the front:: ::and maybe he squated down too, in order to do that, as she dropped to her belly:: ::chocolate depths remained lowered as chin was tilted skyward for His examination...she let a velvet moan slip past those pillow'd pinks at his miniscule caress:: She is reserved, Master ::he smirks slightly, and gives a bit of a shake of his head, releasing her collar and letting her head fall back to the furs before him, his form straightening up to tower over her:: I figured as much. It makes you nothing more then a tease, which is rather annoying. I don't like restrictions being placed on me. ::she trembled as he released her so indifferently, and a whimper escaped those tiers as she shuffled nearer to press lush pinks 'pon the bosk hide of His boots:: if this girl is displeasing, she begs forgiveness, Master! ::he smirks down at her as she kisses at his boots, his cold lavender eyes just staring down at her at his feet:: Nothing you can help girl, you must obey every command of your owner, no matter what I might think of it. I'm not going to make you disobey that. *w* yes, Master, thankyou Master. Master, you will be first to know if the reservation has been lifted...this girl is still sorry for being displeasing! ::he gives a short shake of his head, and pivots on his heel, moving over to a chair, and basically falling down into it to sprawl, the wood creaking from the abuse as he stretches his legs out before him casually:: Get me a brandy girl. Might as well be useful in some way. yes, Master, thankyou Master ::velvet voice purred as she arose, backing gracefully to the servery as she disappeared within, turning to the collection of chalices, and choosing one, she stroked its rim against the softness of her cheek, testing for knicks, and finding none, a grin graced sweet pinks as she inspected it further for imperfections...it was perfect, of course, and polished the lavishly cut crystal with her hair as she ventured to the wyne rack and selected a nicely aged brandy...uncorking the bottle, she poured a generous amount of the thick brothy liquid before recorking the bottle and placing it within a bucket of ice...and with liquid grace she returned to him, artfully balancing the goblet upon flattened palm and slowly with sensual movement, sunk to modestly pressed knees, drawing the wyne along succulent length whilst pausing at slave heart to sweetly coo:: Love, Honor, Devotion ::his eyes glance towards the door, thinking about what to do next, go back into the cold to wander some more, or sit here lazily and warm up a bit first:: ::his eyes returning to her form as she brings his brandy to him:: ::a slight frown crossing his lips, and then fading as eyes flick to the closed knees, but it is sensible to keep from teasing him with her possible delights:: ::and then lifted the glass to him:: would Master care to have His brandy tested or sweetened? Kiss the side and offer it to me. No one knows I'm here to poison me, and brandy doesn't spoil when stored properly. Yes, Master ::she purred as glass lowered to press lavish pinks below its rim, and arms lifted to offer the chalice to Him above bowed head, chocolate swirls danced over alabaster thighs as she held the glass to him:: May Master find His wyne and this girl pleasing she thanks Master for allowing her to serve Him Rather a big glass for brandy isn't it? ::his hand reaching out to pluck the chalice from her hands and bringing it to his lips, taking a sip of the amber liquid held within, eyes watching her over the rim:: ::she nibbled 'pon lower lush petal:: this girl thought brandy was served in a large glass, Master...maybe that is champagne? ::she let out a sigh of distress:: she is sorry, Master, please forgive this girl's insolence It's usually served in a brandy snifter, a small glass which holds a measure of brandy. ::he chuckles softly:: It's of no consequence. I probably won't drink all of it anyway. ::he rests the base of that chalice to the armrest of the chair, colorful pools observing her, kneeled at his feet in her ragged silks:: ::his brow raising again as she begins to kiss the tips of his leather boots once more, the view as her silks fall forward quite nice:: ::she cowered at His feet, tiers soon finding the tips of His boots once more:: Master this girl begs patience...she is new to alot of things...details...such as what glass is proper...she is sorry so sorry...she begs forgiveness! ::were those tears heard upon her quivering voice?:: You seem trained in serving though, and in how to be properly obeiscient. ::kisses slowly rose up along His shins as she soon worshipped his knees, purring softly:: ::his brow raises a bit further, and he watchs her, lifting his glass to sip the brandy once more before setting it aside on the table, watching as her lips brush against the leather coating his lower body:: Do you enjoy the taste of leather girl? ::a slight grin touching his lips:: is the brandy of Master's content? ::sweet words spilt past alluring petals as thighs soon parted to slyly embrace the moist hide of his boots:: this girl enjoys the taste of a Master in all ways... ::a most innocent blush tainted ivory cheeks as that look of sin remained embedded within those depths:: ::he chuckles softly, his hand reaching down to entwine fingers into her silky tresses, curling his fingers into a fist to lift her head up and slightly to the side, his gaze observing her profile:: Can you dance girl? And in what ways are you trained? You seemed to be in a gorean position when I entered. ::long lashes laced enchanting browns nestled within that angel's face, chocolate swirls danced and soothed His thigh as a fistful was turned thusly for His viewing pleasure...not a sound escaped her throat...until He inquired:: this girl has not seen a girl dance...but anika knows how to move to be pleasing, Master...this girl has had minimal training, but does learn fast, Master...anika only wishes to please and be pleasing! You are trained in gorean style, in what you do know? ::his hand releases her hair, nudging her head down against his muscled thigh:: ::tongue began to worship His thigh, purrings continued in sultry sound as words murmured sweetly in response:: Master this girl knows nadu, tower, obesience, sula, sula ki ::whimper escaped sweet petals as she rolled upon her back, knees bent to press the flat of bare soles against the stone tiles, treasures easilly in His access as head rolled to the left, swirls of sienna draped over that sweet face as arms lay at her sides, turning palms toward the heavens:: ::he nods his head again and then speaks sharply:: Sula girl. ::his boot lifts from the floor, reaching out to her prone form, and basically kicking the silks up to her waist, his eyes gazing at her exposed lower body, examining just how it is tended too:: ::she trembled deliciously as she blushed ever so innocently, shaved little treasures fully exposed to His critical eye, and lower petal was harshly bit, in hopes that He found her pleasing:: You neglected to tell me of one position, in which you should be trained in. Show me Bara girl. Yes, Master! ::she rolled upon her belly, right cheek pressed to the floor as head turned leftward, arms folded at the small of her back as delicate ankles and wrists crossed:: *w* this girl begs forgiveness...she forgot to mention this position, Master What punishment do you think a girl would commonly be given for failing to inform someone of her training when questioned? ::his boot reachs out again, flipping her silks over her rounded bottom and setting his cool boot sole against her flesh:: ::she whimpered as she trembled harshly, little thighs tensed, causing pert derriere to tighten under His eye:: this girl welcomes anything Master gives, but this girl must warn You that Master Promi ki likes marks upon his girl's flesh I will not mark you permanently, even if I did decide to whip you. I am not a fool like so many here in Rhydin. ::disgust heard in his words as he sneers, just thinking of all the fools who would mutilate the women for their own sick pleasures:: Yes Master, thankyou Master ::mmm how she shivered!:: ::he sits forward on the chair and reachs a hand into a pouch, a blue ribbon pulled out, and his form shifts, slipping from the chair, his boot sliding from her pert rear to the floor, and she finds his knee settled against her back, that blue ribbon wrapping her wrists together, and tied, binding her hands behind her back:: ::breaths quickened with silent excitement as her hands were so sweetly secured:: may this girl ask what Master's intentions are? No. ::and his hand reachs out for her hair, while the other slides under her shoulder, and ::his legs shift, stretching out to either side of her as she poses before him, still clothed in those silk rags, his eyes looking her form over, admiring it and how her small wrists look tied in that blue ribbon, gaze lifting to her face to try and guess her possible age:: ::she is nearing 17, still young, delicious, barely ripe for the taking, yet, ever so seasoned already for His taste:: -- MAJOR grossness! These people need lives or at least to know that this is NOT what RP'ing is about! What kind of sick people would find this fun? I say we get AOL to ban such people or to at least force them to stick to the Special Interests category. A&E RP should remain slave free!! All in all slaving in RP'ing only leads more people to believe the RP is only about sex, cybersex to be accurate. If none of you at home are interested in putting a stop to the downhill spiral of RP than at the very least Ulala and myself will start kicking these muns around until we've knocked some sense into them! Got something to say to the mun of the slave that worships knees? Here's her e-mail address!S2EyeCandyS2@aol.com Or if you have a more of a problem with the mun of the slaver than feel free to take it up with him!DemasThoeln@aol.com |
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