Arcadia Resurgence by Vague Vermillion (free biff chip and kipper ebooks .TXT) 📕
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something that can be seen but not touched, like a flower reflected in a mirror or the moon reflected on the water's surface; something that is beautiful but unattainable dreams, a mirage. "flower seen in the mirror, moon on the water's surface" meaning in lifes meanig is to want to have the unattainable but once acquired we are either satisfied or look for the next apex maybe human desire is nothing but the illusion of being content..Ive been searching for a lifetime and one truth rings most true surviving equals suffering otherwise known as the porcupine dilemma a situation in which a group of porcupines seek to move close to one another to share heat during cold weather. They must remain apart, however, as they cannot avoid hurting one another with their sharp spines. Though they all share the intention of a close reciprocal relationship, this may not occur, for reasons they cannot avoid. Both Arthur Schopenhauer and Sigmund Freud have used this situation to describe what they feel is the state of the individual in relation to others in society. The hedgehog's dilemma suggests that despite goodwill, human intimacy cannot occur without substantial mutual harm, and what results is cautious behavior and weak relationships. With the hedgehog's dilemma, one is recommended to use moderation in affairs with others both because of self-interest, as well as out of consideration for others. The hedgehog's dilemma is used to explain introversion and self-imposed seperation alone in melancholy. BDSM fills the gapping void of misrepresentation of will and without it..without her...i reject myself the world and the weakness of praise & death drive
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am not at work, I am here or at home chilling. Not much of a social life I'm afraid. Are you new around here?"
"Yes as a matter of fact I just moved onto Dixie Lane last month. I am still trying to meet everyone."
Her eyes widened. "I live the next street over on James Street! So do you live alone or do you have a family?"
His eyebrows rose again. "Nope, I'm single. That what you were asking?" A sardonic smile played across his face.
She blushed! How fucking drunk was she? She was usually better at this game!
"So you single?" He asked.
It was her turn to be surprised. "Yes for quite some time now."
The conversation went on like that for some time, getting to know one another. He was in the army she loved Italian food, just whatever. His scent was driving her nuts. She had been drinking tequila and damn it she was horny! She began to squirm a bit.
Now he had been around a good bit, and knew what that particular squirm meant. He chuckled to himself. He had just been waiting for it. He had noticed her when she had first walked in and decided to see if she was worth the trouble. "Horny much?"
She immediately quit. "What?!!"
"Well let's see here. You've been drinking tequila, you've been single for quite some time and you haven't stopped staring at me since you sat down,"
"I don't think that's an appropriate question." She replied.
"I didn't say it was, I just asked a question."
Forceful bastard wasn't he. "Yes I'm horny damn it, geez. And up until you got down right rude I was slightly attracted to you."
He laughed full out. "Oh but you're not now? Is that it? I call bullshit! You've probably never had a man call you out on being horny before." He paused. "In fact, I'm betting you're a slight nymphomaniac, and haven't had good dick in awhile. Tell me if I'm wrong please."
She was getting pissed! That sardonic smile never left his face. He knew he had her dead to rights!
"Something like that." She said. She was blushing so hard now she would not even meet his eyes. She had felt his will pushing against hers, and she had given in. She did not have much of a choice at this point.
He watched her for a second or two and smiled even wider. "You're also a kinky little bitch."
Her eyes popped back to his. "What?"
"Yes I think so. Let me guess, whips and chains excite you? Moreover, you are not only masochistic you are also a submissive who has not yet found a master that could tame you. Correct?"
She touched the place on her neck where her former master's collar had once set. "There was someone once, awhile back." Her ears were as red as her hair by now, so fuck it. "And I'm betting you can't tame me any better than the others who have tried since him." It was a challenge and they both knew it.
"Really now, a bet it is then. Are you really willing to be my sub and find out?"
She met his eyes and could not look away. She may have bitten off more than she could chew here but her pride and the liquor was not letting her put this down (or her horniness for that matter she was getting curious damn-it!). "Fine a bet it is."
"Good. I'll begin with you tomorrow." She took a sudden intake of breath. "For now though, how about another shot?" She just nodded speechless.
The shots kept coming. That was all she could remember, nothing else. It all went blank...
When she could finally open her eyes and some of the pain had gone away she decided to attempt leaving the bed. Suddenly she noticed the note again. Maybe it would tell how she'd gotten home. She snatched it off the table flinching again at the sudden movement, bad idea. When the blinding flash of pain had passed, she attempted again to read the note. What it said left her mouth dry.
Dear Harley,
I Found your keys and address in your wallet, and took you home. Take the Tylenol, drink the water, and then decide if you were serious about our bet last night. If so, come to the address below and knock on the front door. If not then we'll chalk it all up to you being drunk and let it go, but I know that you weren't quite that drunk yet, and so do you, you were curious. If you still are, then I will see you tonight at 5:00 PM.
Sincerely,
Trevor
69 Dixie Lane
Oh, shit! It had all happened, every bit of it, the run in with her Ex, the bet, all of it. She could always just not go, but he was right. She had known exactly what she had been saying, and she'd believed that she couldn't be tamed, until she'd looked into those emerald green eyes and nearly drowned. She could go just this once; try him out, play the game, just to see. After all, she hadn't been fucked in months, and battery operated toys could only do so much.
There was no way that he could be half as good as he'd claimed. Go and perhaps even teach him a lesson in humility. She loved to submit, but her previous master had always had to earn the right to be her Dom. There was no way this one would bother.
So, it was decided she would go. She would also be certain that he understood that this was not going to be easy, or even possible, maybe. All through the day, she couldn't get the self-proclaimed Dom out of her mind as she overturned everything that she'd observed about him, and his psychological processes.
She chuckled to herself; this was going to be interesting to say the least. She kept getting distracted all day as she tried to get a little house cleaning done, and a few errands ran. Her previous master crossed her mind more than once.
Finally 4 o'clock came. She'd waited this long for a reason. She was going to be late, she'd made that decision this morning. It would be interesting to see his reaction to that.
She showered and made sure to shave herself very well, she did her red hair back in a French braid to keep it out of her way, and then, decided on a pair of high heels that had ribbons going up her slender legs, a tight black pearl snap shirt, and a pair of flared black slacks. The anticipation was building. She was already wet. Self-control might be a little bit harder than she'd originally thought. Damn. There was nothing to do about it now. It was already five minutes after five. She had to go. There was a fine line to this game, she didn't want to trip on it.
She arrived at his front door, at fifteen minutes after five, and knocked. It swung inward without a sound.
"You're late." There was no bite to his voice. It was deadly calm. She couldn't even see him. "Don't just stand there in the doorway! Come in and stand in the center of the Den on the rug."
She entered without a word, and as the door closed behind her, she paused to look around.
She felt something press against the small of her back "I said to go and stand in the center of the Den on the rug."
She got moving, albeit slowly through the entry way and into the den, her high heels clicking with every step on expensive hardwood floors. She got to the living room and saw a small, 2-foot square, red rug in the very center of the Den. She went and stood on it and slowly turned, taking in the layout of the room.
There was a chaise lounge, a couch, and a hardback chair for the furniture, all red. There was also a strange table in the corner with a black cover over it. On the wall, there were two highly ornamental rings, two more rings hung from the ceiling, and a large display case with whips, some very finely made chains, and an assortment of things she didn't recognize, beside a black engraved chest. The light was dim, almost soft but she was curious what the shadows concealed.
She finally allowed her eyes to rest on the room's owner. He stood leaned casually against the doorframe.
He let his eyes travel over her body gazing in appreciation at every curve and finally meeting her eyes. It was immediately a staring match.
She gazed into his strange green eyes and felt stripped, she gasped as she broke eye contact.
He smiled slightly. She had no idea how long they had stared at one another trying to gain the upper hand. He obviously had it for now. "Very nice outfit, I approve. Now then, before I go any farther there are a few preliminaries to get out of the way. The rules here are very simple. You are to do what I say when I say it or you will be punished and asked again. If you obey and please me by being a good little slut, you will be rewarded. Understood? Meet my eyes and answer."
She looked into those mesmerizing eyes once again. "I understand." She saw him nod as he broke eye contact.
"Now then, any time you address me for any reason you are to refer to me as Sir. I am not your master, not yet anyways. I do not expect you to call me such. You will treat me with respect however, and you are never to tell me a lie, it will not bode well if you do." His eyes were traveling her body. "Now then, turn your back to me and strip. Leave the heels on."
She turned and slowly began to strip. She heard classical music come on and surround her. He had spared no expense setting this room up.
He closed the door with a sharp crack. She flinched. Damn it this man had gotten under her skin with the music, had made her relax, and caught her off guard. "Now bend over." His tone hadn't changed this whole time. No real warmth no emotion, but he had given her no reason to disobey.
She bent over and let her hands trail over her finely toned legs seductively. She suddenly felt a hand on her back she jumped and attempted to rise, startled. She hadn't even heard him move! She felt that hand slip around the back of her neck and force her back to her position. Another trailed down her ass.
"Already, really? Hmmm." His voice had changed, was warmer suddenly. "You my dear have a beautiful body, especially that ass, now grab your ankles. Stay there, don't move." He released his grip on her neck as soon as she complied. His hand trailed once again down her back, sliding feather light down her ass crack, and down her sweet slit, to flick her bulging clit lightly.
She drew a sharp intake of breath as she suddenly clenched her ankles.
He chuckled. "Good girl." He rubbed her clit much as he would've pet an animal for being good.
She had far overestimated her self-control and ability to reason. She hadn't been treated like this since the last time she'd worn her former master's collar. She'd had a few men try, but this man could actually succeed in making her his sub, if he continued like this. She moaned slightly already driven to distraction with the desperate need to cum. She tried to grind slightly on his hand.
He promptly jerked it away lightly spanking her cunt as he went.
She squealed and brought her hands up to rub
"Yes as a matter of fact I just moved onto Dixie Lane last month. I am still trying to meet everyone."
Her eyes widened. "I live the next street over on James Street! So do you live alone or do you have a family?"
His eyebrows rose again. "Nope, I'm single. That what you were asking?" A sardonic smile played across his face.
She blushed! How fucking drunk was she? She was usually better at this game!
"So you single?" He asked.
It was her turn to be surprised. "Yes for quite some time now."
The conversation went on like that for some time, getting to know one another. He was in the army she loved Italian food, just whatever. His scent was driving her nuts. She had been drinking tequila and damn it she was horny! She began to squirm a bit.
Now he had been around a good bit, and knew what that particular squirm meant. He chuckled to himself. He had just been waiting for it. He had noticed her when she had first walked in and decided to see if she was worth the trouble. "Horny much?"
She immediately quit. "What?!!"
"Well let's see here. You've been drinking tequila, you've been single for quite some time and you haven't stopped staring at me since you sat down,"
"I don't think that's an appropriate question." She replied.
"I didn't say it was, I just asked a question."
Forceful bastard wasn't he. "Yes I'm horny damn it, geez. And up until you got down right rude I was slightly attracted to you."
He laughed full out. "Oh but you're not now? Is that it? I call bullshit! You've probably never had a man call you out on being horny before." He paused. "In fact, I'm betting you're a slight nymphomaniac, and haven't had good dick in awhile. Tell me if I'm wrong please."
She was getting pissed! That sardonic smile never left his face. He knew he had her dead to rights!
"Something like that." She said. She was blushing so hard now she would not even meet his eyes. She had felt his will pushing against hers, and she had given in. She did not have much of a choice at this point.
He watched her for a second or two and smiled even wider. "You're also a kinky little bitch."
Her eyes popped back to his. "What?"
"Yes I think so. Let me guess, whips and chains excite you? Moreover, you are not only masochistic you are also a submissive who has not yet found a master that could tame you. Correct?"
She touched the place on her neck where her former master's collar had once set. "There was someone once, awhile back." Her ears were as red as her hair by now, so fuck it. "And I'm betting you can't tame me any better than the others who have tried since him." It was a challenge and they both knew it.
"Really now, a bet it is then. Are you really willing to be my sub and find out?"
She met his eyes and could not look away. She may have bitten off more than she could chew here but her pride and the liquor was not letting her put this down (or her horniness for that matter she was getting curious damn-it!). "Fine a bet it is."
"Good. I'll begin with you tomorrow." She took a sudden intake of breath. "For now though, how about another shot?" She just nodded speechless.
The shots kept coming. That was all she could remember, nothing else. It all went blank...
When she could finally open her eyes and some of the pain had gone away she decided to attempt leaving the bed. Suddenly she noticed the note again. Maybe it would tell how she'd gotten home. She snatched it off the table flinching again at the sudden movement, bad idea. When the blinding flash of pain had passed, she attempted again to read the note. What it said left her mouth dry.
Dear Harley,
I Found your keys and address in your wallet, and took you home. Take the Tylenol, drink the water, and then decide if you were serious about our bet last night. If so, come to the address below and knock on the front door. If not then we'll chalk it all up to you being drunk and let it go, but I know that you weren't quite that drunk yet, and so do you, you were curious. If you still are, then I will see you tonight at 5:00 PM.
Sincerely,
Trevor
69 Dixie Lane
Oh, shit! It had all happened, every bit of it, the run in with her Ex, the bet, all of it. She could always just not go, but he was right. She had known exactly what she had been saying, and she'd believed that she couldn't be tamed, until she'd looked into those emerald green eyes and nearly drowned. She could go just this once; try him out, play the game, just to see. After all, she hadn't been fucked in months, and battery operated toys could only do so much.
There was no way that he could be half as good as he'd claimed. Go and perhaps even teach him a lesson in humility. She loved to submit, but her previous master had always had to earn the right to be her Dom. There was no way this one would bother.
So, it was decided she would go. She would also be certain that he understood that this was not going to be easy, or even possible, maybe. All through the day, she couldn't get the self-proclaimed Dom out of her mind as she overturned everything that she'd observed about him, and his psychological processes.
She chuckled to herself; this was going to be interesting to say the least. She kept getting distracted all day as she tried to get a little house cleaning done, and a few errands ran. Her previous master crossed her mind more than once.
Finally 4 o'clock came. She'd waited this long for a reason. She was going to be late, she'd made that decision this morning. It would be interesting to see his reaction to that.
She showered and made sure to shave herself very well, she did her red hair back in a French braid to keep it out of her way, and then, decided on a pair of high heels that had ribbons going up her slender legs, a tight black pearl snap shirt, and a pair of flared black slacks. The anticipation was building. She was already wet. Self-control might be a little bit harder than she'd originally thought. Damn. There was nothing to do about it now. It was already five minutes after five. She had to go. There was a fine line to this game, she didn't want to trip on it.
She arrived at his front door, at fifteen minutes after five, and knocked. It swung inward without a sound.
"You're late." There was no bite to his voice. It was deadly calm. She couldn't even see him. "Don't just stand there in the doorway! Come in and stand in the center of the Den on the rug."
She entered without a word, and as the door closed behind her, she paused to look around.
She felt something press against the small of her back "I said to go and stand in the center of the Den on the rug."
She got moving, albeit slowly through the entry way and into the den, her high heels clicking with every step on expensive hardwood floors. She got to the living room and saw a small, 2-foot square, red rug in the very center of the Den. She went and stood on it and slowly turned, taking in the layout of the room.
There was a chaise lounge, a couch, and a hardback chair for the furniture, all red. There was also a strange table in the corner with a black cover over it. On the wall, there were two highly ornamental rings, two more rings hung from the ceiling, and a large display case with whips, some very finely made chains, and an assortment of things she didn't recognize, beside a black engraved chest. The light was dim, almost soft but she was curious what the shadows concealed.
She finally allowed her eyes to rest on the room's owner. He stood leaned casually against the doorframe.
He let his eyes travel over her body gazing in appreciation at every curve and finally meeting her eyes. It was immediately a staring match.
She gazed into his strange green eyes and felt stripped, she gasped as she broke eye contact.
He smiled slightly. She had no idea how long they had stared at one another trying to gain the upper hand. He obviously had it for now. "Very nice outfit, I approve. Now then, before I go any farther there are a few preliminaries to get out of the way. The rules here are very simple. You are to do what I say when I say it or you will be punished and asked again. If you obey and please me by being a good little slut, you will be rewarded. Understood? Meet my eyes and answer."
She looked into those mesmerizing eyes once again. "I understand." She saw him nod as he broke eye contact.
"Now then, any time you address me for any reason you are to refer to me as Sir. I am not your master, not yet anyways. I do not expect you to call me such. You will treat me with respect however, and you are never to tell me a lie, it will not bode well if you do." His eyes were traveling her body. "Now then, turn your back to me and strip. Leave the heels on."
She turned and slowly began to strip. She heard classical music come on and surround her. He had spared no expense setting this room up.
He closed the door with a sharp crack. She flinched. Damn it this man had gotten under her skin with the music, had made her relax, and caught her off guard. "Now bend over." His tone hadn't changed this whole time. No real warmth no emotion, but he had given her no reason to disobey.
She bent over and let her hands trail over her finely toned legs seductively. She suddenly felt a hand on her back she jumped and attempted to rise, startled. She hadn't even heard him move! She felt that hand slip around the back of her neck and force her back to her position. Another trailed down her ass.
"Already, really? Hmmm." His voice had changed, was warmer suddenly. "You my dear have a beautiful body, especially that ass, now grab your ankles. Stay there, don't move." He released his grip on her neck as soon as she complied. His hand trailed once again down her back, sliding feather light down her ass crack, and down her sweet slit, to flick her bulging clit lightly.
She drew a sharp intake of breath as she suddenly clenched her ankles.
He chuckled. "Good girl." He rubbed her clit much as he would've pet an animal for being good.
She had far overestimated her self-control and ability to reason. She hadn't been treated like this since the last time she'd worn her former master's collar. She'd had a few men try, but this man could actually succeed in making her his sub, if he continued like this. She moaned slightly already driven to distraction with the desperate need to cum. She tried to grind slightly on his hand.
He promptly jerked it away lightly spanking her cunt as he went.
She squealed and brought her hands up to rub
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