Post by Naughty Girls on Mar 20, 2018 0:15:22 GMT -5
Her prayers finished, Ruby rises up from the pews of the First Church before making her way down into the back of the massive cathedral like structure. It had been a few days since her investigative work into her Mistress' reaction to Farrah's red mask and she knew she needed guidance. Not just from her Goddess, but from something more statistical. Something she could actually read. Knocking on the priests door, Ruby looks inside to find the man of red clothe seated at his desk.
Priest: Ah, come in, child.
Ruby does as requested making her way to the empty seat across from the priest where she takes a silent seat.
Priest: How can I be of service?
Ruby: I need information, father. My Mistress,
Ruby begins as she brings a pair of fingers up to the front tag of her collar, the bronze insignia labelling her as one of Katalina's. The symbol itself was of a woman standing tall with her arm out holding a pair of leashes. One going up capturing a halo and another curved downward turning into a devil tail. “All accepted” was Kat's motif, after all. If you were female, given her well documented fear of men after all.
Ruby: Gave a odd reaction to a mask of sacrifice.
Priest: What sort of reaction?
Ruby: She...screamed. Cursed. Demanded distance from it, father.
Priest: Oh. Well, it would seem she was troubled by it. Perhaps she was just not made aware of its meaning.
Ruby: Maybe. She doesn't wish to discuss it though, but it's a nagging feeling, father. I simply wish to understand and cure any misunderstandings she might have toward the Goddess.
The priest smiles as he hears this.
Priest: You are indeed a kind soul, child.
Ruby: Just a dutiful slave, father. I was thinking she had dealings with the mask of sacrifice before. Are reports of sacrifices kept?
Priest: I'm afraid such details are only kept in two offices, child. The first being Twilight Manor, not a place for such investigative work.
Ruby: I know. But the second?
Priest: Those would be the individual cases kept by the handlers of charges.
Ruby: Handlers...
Ruby thinks to herself for a moment and sighs.
Priest: Something troubling?
Ruby: Mistress sees so many clients that any one of them could be Handlers or even Charges themselves.
Priest: You feel any one of them might have attempted to sacrifice her?
Ruby: It would make sense. A Charge sacrificing their need of domination willing to give that to the Goddess Herself. But her clientele information would be even harder to come by given the extreme sensitive nature.
Once more Ruby needs a moment to think trying to figure out which, if any, avenues still had the open window at least. Soon, a long shot dawns on her as shown by her not so hopeful tone.
Ruby: Mistress does compete in a company with a Charge. There might be something worth looking into there.
Priest: What company?
Ruby: It's called Ladies All Star, father. If you could get me an audience with that Charge's Handler...
Priest: Hm, I'm certain that's something I can arrange.
-Riding fillies in town to get Dynasty ignored
The scene opens on the calming brush strokes of a water colored waterfall painting. Panning back there's a frame...painted as well around the water colored image. Pan back a little more and there's Katalina herself painted in the image admiring the painted image of the water fall. The entire thing, one painting as the scene really begins to brighten up. Not out of some effect or lens flare, but because the painting is hung up over a fireplace mantle, which just so happens to be going on at the moment. Seated by the fire is Katalina. Her feet resting over the back of her trophy, Candi, who busies her otherwise vacant mind with the dutiful task of polishing up metal, heeless boots. Judging by the light from the fireplace, she's really working a shine into those things.
Katalina: Kayla, it certainly has been a while, hasn't it? Perhaps not, in some accounts. I mean, you were my last match before injury and now you're my grand premiere match back. Mr. Dupree clearly has a sense of humor, no?
Katalina reaches over for some tea from an end table propped up next to her chair. Just taking it to hold for now, Katalina continues on speaking.
Katalina: You compared me to a...man...named Sam Houston. A man who, you claim at least, held slaves. Or, at least, one. Not very impressive if you're trying to make a point, but maybe it was a snafu on your end and we'll leave it at that. Suffice to say, your comparison means you view the control I wield over my subjects as being no different than his own.
Now it's tea time as the domina takes a sip leaving us with nothing but the squeaking noises of Candi's clothe rubbing along the metal hoofs. Why is that so important now?
Katalina: This is why I've chosen to approach you in such a calm manner. That way, when you ignore everything I've said in the future, I can at least tell myself that clearly I just spanked you too hard in the fall. Because here's the thing, I don't go to differing countries and steal the populace for my own lazy gain. I don't send Candi in to fight for me. Oh, pay attention to the hooves, dear.
The little aside comes as Candi looks up at Kat. Though hearing her say that, the blond goes back to work putting the shine in those boots.
Katalina: This Dungeon is a construction of self discovery. No one is confined unless that's what they wish to feel. As a matter of fact, it needs to be approved by me for live-ins to stay here, not leave, during the holiday season. Does your boyfriend Sammy have that to say for himself? No, I don't think he does. Now, while I would be rather annoyed you would focus primarily on the upkeep of my girls when we've had such history you could delve into, I see it...as sort of a blessing.
And away goes the tea, back from whence Kat found it. On the end table.
Katalina: From my understanding you wish to both pity...and destroy those who self explore beneath me. Well, I know they don't want your pity and I'm sure...most of them don't want to be destroyed by you. There are some that might enjoy it, there's a lot of kinks out there after all. Your self defeatist attitude when losing to both Katie and myself being among them. From the very bottom, Kayla.
Kat says with a playful smirk.
Katalina: But my plan is this, and you might actually enjoy it, You see, because I'm so “evil” with the control of my girls, I feel like taking some out for a ride. Not too many. Four, maybe six fillies and a carriage. A rental carriage, mind you.
She corrects with a little laugh.
Katalina: Can you imagine the fees behind bringing a carriage cross country? I mean, I'm a ponygirl enthusiast but even I have my limits, love.
Makes sense just like Candi's job now polishing up those hoof boots.
Katalina: Not at some ranch or park or even some dirt roads out in the country. No. I feel like taking a ride...downtown Fort Worth. My fillies, of course, will be decorated nicely. Brushed manes, large feather plumes atop their head ranging in all sorts of colors, jingling bells, polished hooves. Mm, speaking of... Are those almost done, Candi?
Candi: Just about, Kitty Mistress!
Katalina: Excellent. Quiet time again.
Candi, on the verge of saying something else, closes her mouth and focuses back on the task at hand.
Katalina: Then, when it comes time to compete, rumors and video of my ride will have reached enough of the masses that when I come out everyone knows who I am. That I'm the dominatrix who came down the street riding in a carriage pulled by six latex clad females. You, Kayla, and Christy for that matter, will be nothing. Your names will be forgotten. Just a couple of jobbers signed on to face us in the ring because it's we who have a name, we who have a goal. We don't look at this match as just another day at the office like yourself. We want the victory because we want the tag team titles. Our record was shattered and that's fine. It just means we're going to shatter the new one. So when we win and you hear our names called out in celebration of our victory you can have that moment to ponder to yourself what you will do with your future because certainly reaching far back into the past didn't help.
Kat's smile gone, a scowl begins to cross along her face as she grips tightly to the arm of her chair with her right hand.
Katalina: Just as it doesn't help to insult any of my girls.
With the foreboding warning left, the scene quickly fades out to nothing.
Priest: Ah, come in, child.
Ruby does as requested making her way to the empty seat across from the priest where she takes a silent seat.
Priest: How can I be of service?
Ruby: I need information, father. My Mistress,
Ruby begins as she brings a pair of fingers up to the front tag of her collar, the bronze insignia labelling her as one of Katalina's. The symbol itself was of a woman standing tall with her arm out holding a pair of leashes. One going up capturing a halo and another curved downward turning into a devil tail. “All accepted” was Kat's motif, after all. If you were female, given her well documented fear of men after all.
Ruby: Gave a odd reaction to a mask of sacrifice.
Priest: What sort of reaction?
Ruby: She...screamed. Cursed. Demanded distance from it, father.
Priest: Oh. Well, it would seem she was troubled by it. Perhaps she was just not made aware of its meaning.
Ruby: Maybe. She doesn't wish to discuss it though, but it's a nagging feeling, father. I simply wish to understand and cure any misunderstandings she might have toward the Goddess.
The priest smiles as he hears this.
Priest: You are indeed a kind soul, child.
Ruby: Just a dutiful slave, father. I was thinking she had dealings with the mask of sacrifice before. Are reports of sacrifices kept?
Priest: I'm afraid such details are only kept in two offices, child. The first being Twilight Manor, not a place for such investigative work.
Ruby: I know. But the second?
Priest: Those would be the individual cases kept by the handlers of charges.
Ruby: Handlers...
Ruby thinks to herself for a moment and sighs.
Priest: Something troubling?
Ruby: Mistress sees so many clients that any one of them could be Handlers or even Charges themselves.
Priest: You feel any one of them might have attempted to sacrifice her?
Ruby: It would make sense. A Charge sacrificing their need of domination willing to give that to the Goddess Herself. But her clientele information would be even harder to come by given the extreme sensitive nature.
Once more Ruby needs a moment to think trying to figure out which, if any, avenues still had the open window at least. Soon, a long shot dawns on her as shown by her not so hopeful tone.
Ruby: Mistress does compete in a company with a Charge. There might be something worth looking into there.
Priest: What company?
Ruby: It's called Ladies All Star, father. If you could get me an audience with that Charge's Handler...
Priest: Hm, I'm certain that's something I can arrange.
-Riding fillies in town to get Dynasty ignored
The scene opens on the calming brush strokes of a water colored waterfall painting. Panning back there's a frame...painted as well around the water colored image. Pan back a little more and there's Katalina herself painted in the image admiring the painted image of the water fall. The entire thing, one painting as the scene really begins to brighten up. Not out of some effect or lens flare, but because the painting is hung up over a fireplace mantle, which just so happens to be going on at the moment. Seated by the fire is Katalina. Her feet resting over the back of her trophy, Candi, who busies her otherwise vacant mind with the dutiful task of polishing up metal, heeless boots. Judging by the light from the fireplace, she's really working a shine into those things.
Katalina: Kayla, it certainly has been a while, hasn't it? Perhaps not, in some accounts. I mean, you were my last match before injury and now you're my grand premiere match back. Mr. Dupree clearly has a sense of humor, no?
Katalina reaches over for some tea from an end table propped up next to her chair. Just taking it to hold for now, Katalina continues on speaking.
Katalina: You compared me to a...man...named Sam Houston. A man who, you claim at least, held slaves. Or, at least, one. Not very impressive if you're trying to make a point, but maybe it was a snafu on your end and we'll leave it at that. Suffice to say, your comparison means you view the control I wield over my subjects as being no different than his own.
Now it's tea time as the domina takes a sip leaving us with nothing but the squeaking noises of Candi's clothe rubbing along the metal hoofs. Why is that so important now?
Katalina: This is why I've chosen to approach you in such a calm manner. That way, when you ignore everything I've said in the future, I can at least tell myself that clearly I just spanked you too hard in the fall. Because here's the thing, I don't go to differing countries and steal the populace for my own lazy gain. I don't send Candi in to fight for me. Oh, pay attention to the hooves, dear.
The little aside comes as Candi looks up at Kat. Though hearing her say that, the blond goes back to work putting the shine in those boots.
Katalina: This Dungeon is a construction of self discovery. No one is confined unless that's what they wish to feel. As a matter of fact, it needs to be approved by me for live-ins to stay here, not leave, during the holiday season. Does your boyfriend Sammy have that to say for himself? No, I don't think he does. Now, while I would be rather annoyed you would focus primarily on the upkeep of my girls when we've had such history you could delve into, I see it...as sort of a blessing.
And away goes the tea, back from whence Kat found it. On the end table.
Katalina: From my understanding you wish to both pity...and destroy those who self explore beneath me. Well, I know they don't want your pity and I'm sure...most of them don't want to be destroyed by you. There are some that might enjoy it, there's a lot of kinks out there after all. Your self defeatist attitude when losing to both Katie and myself being among them. From the very bottom, Kayla.
Kat says with a playful smirk.
Katalina: But my plan is this, and you might actually enjoy it, You see, because I'm so “evil” with the control of my girls, I feel like taking some out for a ride. Not too many. Four, maybe six fillies and a carriage. A rental carriage, mind you.
She corrects with a little laugh.
Katalina: Can you imagine the fees behind bringing a carriage cross country? I mean, I'm a ponygirl enthusiast but even I have my limits, love.
Makes sense just like Candi's job now polishing up those hoof boots.
Katalina: Not at some ranch or park or even some dirt roads out in the country. No. I feel like taking a ride...downtown Fort Worth. My fillies, of course, will be decorated nicely. Brushed manes, large feather plumes atop their head ranging in all sorts of colors, jingling bells, polished hooves. Mm, speaking of... Are those almost done, Candi?
Candi: Just about, Kitty Mistress!
Katalina: Excellent. Quiet time again.
Candi, on the verge of saying something else, closes her mouth and focuses back on the task at hand.
Katalina: Then, when it comes time to compete, rumors and video of my ride will have reached enough of the masses that when I come out everyone knows who I am. That I'm the dominatrix who came down the street riding in a carriage pulled by six latex clad females. You, Kayla, and Christy for that matter, will be nothing. Your names will be forgotten. Just a couple of jobbers signed on to face us in the ring because it's we who have a name, we who have a goal. We don't look at this match as just another day at the office like yourself. We want the victory because we want the tag team titles. Our record was shattered and that's fine. It just means we're going to shatter the new one. So when we win and you hear our names called out in celebration of our victory you can have that moment to ponder to yourself what you will do with your future because certainly reaching far back into the past didn't help.
Kat's smile gone, a scowl begins to cross along her face as she grips tightly to the arm of her chair with her right hand.
Katalina: Just as it doesn't help to insult any of my girls.
With the foreboding warning left, the scene quickly fades out to nothing.