new kid on the block // mila

[Mila Mika Eppolito]

Outfit -- It's not pretty yet, but I promise it will be.

This girl wouldn't be the first that Mila convinced to become one of her submissive. She had taken people from normal lives and led them to following the regulations of her own. They were mostly thankful when she did. But there were a few that found themselves completely broken, incapable of being assertive in any capacity unless their Mistress said so. While, it was her job, and a bit of a hobby to break people before the end of the world, she didn't enjoy breaking them so thoroughly that there was nothing left to them. She enjoyed someone to fight with every now and again. Not a complete doormat. Although, if this girl was just starting out, she would have to make it clear that she wouldn't tolerate such actions. When a Sub was more broken in, that's when she would allow a bit of talking back.

"Think carefully as to what you're saying." she said, narrowing her eyes at the girl. Mila was a harsh Mistress; she had a rather fearsome reputation in the thick of her career. And an even more fearsome reputation now that she was, in fact, a part of the strongest Raider group around. "You've never dabbled in this lifestyle before, have you?" she asked, leaning against the bar once more, satisfied with the few touches that she got in beforehand. "Let me make a few things clear before you decide that this is what you wish to do.' This was, perhaps, the most honorable thing that Mila ever decided to do; to paint an accurate picture as to what was to happen.

"You are only to call me Mistress. My name doesn't matter now, however, I will tell you it, seeing as how this conversation has become more than bar room banter. I'm Mila." She said, once more taking a rather healthy gulp of her vodka. "You are my submissive. Whatever I tell you, you have to do. Unless, of course, it is something that puts you in danger. You are not to speak back, you are not to act as my equal. You are a submissive." she said, keeping her eyes locked on hers. "I'm a fair mistress. I'm harsh. But, I'm fair."

Then the question came around as to why she wanted to truly go along with them. She smirked, and grabbed her by the hand, downing the rest of her drink. "Then allow me to show you our rig." she said, gesturing that she should grab anything else that was hers. "That is, of course, if you still wish to leave with us."

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[Elizabeth Yukata Reynolds]

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Liz would be lying if such a thought of being dominated by another woman hadn’t crossed her mind before now. She and Sasha had often joked about such situations when spending nights on top of the hill overlooking their settlement. At the time it was whimsical discussion, broken up by the odd kiss or drink. Liz had never contemplated it to take it as far as to actually allow someone to do it to her. Allow someone complete control of her body as if she were an object for sale, not a person.

Liz merely shook her head in agreement as Mila guessed this was something she hadn’t done before. She was still thinking things over. This woman could offer her protection whilst at the same time offer Liz an insight into one of her childhood fantasies, denied to her by her devout Christian father. As Mila went over the basics, Liz became even more certain of her decision. If the woman’s dress sense was anything to go by, extravagance was something Liz would soon become accustom too. But Liz instantly knew that she didn’t have any clothes that could match Mila’s look, but the more pragmatic side of her mind chimed in that that was hardly the point of being a sub.

”I think my mind is made up…” Liz began, finishing her drink as she turned to face Mila, saying one final word which she feared would seal the deal for a long time to come. ”Mistress.” As Mila grabbed her hand, Liz knew it had already begun. She nodded in response as Mila offered to show her there rig. Liz got the impression that Mila was a woman of influence amongst her group and nobody would touch her without her consent.

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[Mila Mika Eppolito]

Outfit -- It's not pretty yet, but I promise it will be.

Mila was surprised that she had agreed. And so readily, as well, to becoming a submissive. Generally, this was something that one would have to think about… Fantasize about for quite some time. As she gazed upon the girl, she bit her lip as though thinking about something herself. She had no way of knowing what her fantasies would have been, but looking at her now, and seeing how sweet she was, she wouldn't have been too terribly surprised to hear that she had fantasized, once or twice about someone simply having their way with her.

A wide smile pulled at her lips as she walked with her through the streets, after leaving the bar. Mila carried herself was a certainty that most people couldn't even begin to understand. She was charismatic, and tough, unwilling to take no, or something that she didn't want to hear as an answer. But, there was something else about her that couldn't quite be named. As she looked over at the girl, she pointed out various parts of Rustboro that she would become quite accustomed to the more they traveled together. She warned her of certain places, and explained various alliances and enemies that their particular group had.

They walked for quite some time before Mila stopped in front of a rather large bus. It almost looked like a celebrities tour bus must have looked like before the end of the world. Of course, it was a great deal more broken down now, than it would have been before everything happened. There were two floors, and there was plenty of rust and blood covering the front. By the standards of others however, it was still a rather handsome looking vehicle. Mila finally let go of her hand, and gave her a bit of a smile. "Home sweet home." She pressed her hand to the girls hip and led her around so that she might get a good look at it.

"If I'm not with you when you first meet my traveling companions, just tell them that you're along for the ride. I'll explain over dinner tonight who you are and why you're traveling with us." She opened the door to the rig, and began the rather steep climb up the stairs, gesturing that she should follow. "I'll give you the tour before I have to go out again." she said, sounding a touch agitated that something would cut into the time that she was supposed to be spending with her new submissive. "You will stay in my room. You can borrow my clothes, only if I say that it is permitted. There will be stops along the way. I will teach you a skill to use among us… I'll pay for whatever you need until you start carrying your own weight."

Judging by the tone in her voice, it didn't seem as though she expected the girl to last that long. Or, she was still rather unsure of whether or not she had reason to be concerned about her being a zombie or not. But, Mila was certain that she was in not danger from this girl. By the look of her, she had never really been out of a safe place for too long.

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[Elizabeth Yukata Reynolds]

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As Liz was being taken through the streets of Rustboro, Mila pointed things out to her that she tried hurryingly to take note of as Mila kept a swift pace towards their destination. Various comments on allies, enemies, stores short through Liz’s mind as she tried to gauge a rough idea of where Mila stood in the eyes of her companions and in the outside world. She guessed rather high due to the sheer number of things she was reeling off about the town, only somebody well known or influential would need this many contacts.

As they approached the bus, Liz’s jaw nearly dropped as Mila indicated that it was theirs. She was defiantly an influential woman in the region to have secured such a mobile palace. Liz guessed it had once belonged to a celebrity or a rock band before the natural disaster but had now been commandeered by the local raider faction and it showed. The outside had defiantly seen better days as there were tears in the body work and blood splatters across the front where the driver had obviously hit something for jollies.

As Mila took her inside and her suspicions were confirmed. The bus defiantly had been used by people of class but now, although still full of home comforts was in dire need of restoration. Liz merely nodded as her mistress spoke, remembering to keep her mouth shut unless otherwise instructed. She would be wearing her mistress’s clothes? Liz doubted they would be as classy or contempt as the outfit she was wearing now. Speaking of outfits, Liz pondered if what her mistress was wearing now was a sort of business suit yet preferred to wear more experimental numbers day to day. By the tone of voice Mila had now adopted, Liz was no longer a welcome guest but an annoyance of sorts, given Mila had other places to be.

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Outfit: HERE
Notes: no dialouge for obvious reasons.

[Mila Mika Eppolito]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i462.photobucket.com/albums/qq345/originalscenesta/black_.jpg) ] new kid on the block It's just the way that we're diseased It's the blade that stains us. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Mila sighed as she looked around her home. She turned and looked at the girl, giving her an appraising look. A look that the girl would learn to appreciate, because she wouldn't be seeing it often. Arching an eyebrow, she rested her hand on her hip and circled the girl once more. "I'm going to have to put up a few ground rules." she said, watching her closely. "The name that you went by for? I didn't ask it because it is not important. Your new name is Abda." she said, her voice as cold and aloof as it had been while they were in the bar. It seemed as though, to her, stripping someone of their name was not a big deal. It was probably something that she did regularly while she was a professional. "You are to do as I say, no if's and's or but's. You are my slave. You are not to gaze upon another, nor are you to let them touch you. You needn't worry about anyone trying anything against your will. I'm very possessive of my things." she said, gesturing with her finger that she should follow her. Mila led her up the stairs and around a corner to where her bedroom was. She opened the door, and allowed her to take a step inside. In true Mila fashion, the room was decorated to her tastes, deep red and purple tapestries hung over her walls. The bed itself seemed to have red satin sheets. There were quite a few pieces of memorabilia from her former life; swings and toys of the like. She pointed to a neatly folded up bed made of a purple fabric, similar to that of her comforter. "That will be where you sleep." she said, blandly. "On days where you've been a good little pet, I might invite you to sleep in bed with me." Moving effortlessly across her room, she opened up a dresser to pull out a rather menacing looking collar. "This is to be yours." she said, walking toward her, holding it as one might hold a crown. "A collar symbolizes the relationship between Master and a Slave." she said, watching the girl very carefully for her reaction. "It is considered an honor to be given a collar by a mistress. Especially upon the first… session if you will." she said, gesturing that she pull her hair away from her neck so she could secure the collar for her. "You are always to wear this. When you are permitted to shower, you are to wear it in there. When we are out, you are to wear it. Never take it off. Or, there will be ramifications." she said, a bit of a hiss in her voice. "That's not to say that somewhere down the line we won't be able to trade it for something…" She let out a small hiss of air as she secured the last clasps. She walked away from her, once more, and sauntered back to the same end table where she grabbed her initial collar. "Something a bit more comfortable…" she said, pulling out a vaguely Victorian set of cuffs and a collar. After displaying them to Elizabeth, she put them back into her dresser. "You are only to walk outside with me with a leash, for the time being. Until, you learn what it truly means to be obedient. I will, however, treat you to a few new sets of clothes. I like to be able to see what is mine." she quipped, sitting down on her bed. Neatly crossing her legs, she watched the girl for a moment, giving her a look that trailed up and down. "That, and I don't like how… conservative you are." She frowned, pushing her fingers through her hair. "I will go easy on you for the first couple of days so you can get used to this. However, it will not last long." She looked up at the ceiling, and took note of the weather changing outside through the window that lay above her head. "As far as the rules of the rig, I will allow Lance to brief you. You will only be able to shower, use the 'facilities' or anything of that sort if you ask me." she said, a silent warning in her voice. "Understood, Slave?" TAGGING, HEATHER, SLAVE. 819. OUTFIT.

[Elizabeth Yukata Reynolds]

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Liz had already taken note of the fact that Mila hadn’t asked for her name. She had been preparing to tell her before things had gotten too far into their relationship before Mila assigned her one. Abda, pretty name all things considered. Liz was just thankful it wasn’t degrading. She took a good look around her new home and was pleasantly surprised. It wasn’t as bad as she had been expecting, at least she had a bed! Her worst fear had been that she was to sleep on the floor without a pillow or blanket. Liz had been expecting the lecture on how she was now the property of Mila and was thankful to hear that nobody would go near her or try to do anything to her if they knew Mila. But Liz herself had to pull her weight and keep her eyes of other attractive young women, that shouldn’t be too hard. ”Yes Mistress.” She said softly. ”Thank you Mistress.” She added, in response to being shown her bed and tempted at the prospect of Mila’s bed for good behavior.

Liz took a step back from the situation. Not literally, figuratively in her mind. Why was she doing this? Handing herself over to a complete stranger just because that stranger had shown some flesh and talked around her. Had she given up? Liz shrugged, it was a form of giving up, someone else to make the decisions for you, what to feed you, where to take you. At least there would be food and shelter, the things she had sought to acquire on coming to Rustboro. She guessed giving it a try for a few days wouldn’t hurt – she could gauge what her new life would be like and if it was an improvement to running from raiders and sleeping under rocks then she’d consider accepting it. She rolled her eyes slightly when she put it like that the choice seemed obvious.

When Mila produced her collar, Elizabeth’s eyes widened with shock. She had been expecting a collar yes, but not something so secure with such weight. Mila slipped around her and secured it in place. It was a tight fit, Liz shuffled around a bit as it was fitted but she could still breathe so she wasn’t going to complain. She defiantly felt its presence though; she doubted there would be a moment when she wouldn’t be aware of it. ”Yes Mistress.” Liz said again, thinking she would have to get used to saying such words on a regular basis from now on. As Mila went back into her draw, Liz spied a variety of toys scattered around her room but she didn’t have a lot of time to contemplate what Mila would do with them as her mistress demanded her attention again. The collar she showed Liz looked much more comfortable and was defiantly more preferable to the one she had on now. Liz simply nodded, acknowledging the comment.

On a leash? Well, that would explain the ring on the collar. Liz supposed she could deal with that, could she? It would be a very degrading experience but she was defiantly turned on by the prospect. As Mila was laying down the ground rules, Liz didn’t feel the need to interject incase it looked like she was talking back. But as Mila finished, Liz understood everything she had been told perfectly. ”Understood.”

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[Mila Mika Eppolito]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i462.photobucket.com/albums/qq345/originalscenesta/black_.jpg) ] new kid on the block It's just the way that we're diseased It's the blade that stains us. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "Do you have any questions?" she asked, a sly smirk curling at the corner of her lips. It had been quite some time since she had introduced a complete stranger into the lifestyle. It seemed as though she was dealing with a great deal better than most did. There was fighting, and questions, and rather unhappy looks. And sounds, of course. At some point, she would have to test her pain tolerance. But, that would be when she was willing to introduce her to the physical aspects of the lifestyle. Probably, before she was ready to take her to her bed. For the time being, however, she was to be broken in in this way; she was to seduce her with the lifestyle. With praise when it was warranted, and punishment when it was warranted. "It appears as though I'll have to be leaving you shortly to attend to the business that I have elsewhere. Don't make yourself too terribly comfortable. We're going to go out tonight, and we're going to get you a few more articles of clothing." she pushed herself off of the bed, and walked toward Elizabeth. She ran her fingers over the fabric, and then under. "We might even make a game out of it to see how pleasing you can be for your Mistress." In the days, weeks and months to follow, Mila would explain the subtle nuances of the lifestyle to her. She'd explain why she has yet to call her by her given name, and only refers to her as Slave. Then, she would explain the differences between a pet and her current status. There was no love to be had in their relationship just yet. But like all things, Mila knew that it would have to take some time. TAGGING, HEATHER, SLAVE. 309. OUTFIT.

[Elizabeth Yukata Reynolds]

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Questions? Liz had plenty, but knew they didn’t have the time to go through every detail now. Most would become clear to her in time spent with Mila. Some things were already sticking out in her mind, such as the lack of Mila using any of her names but she assumed that had something to do with respect, or a lack of in her eyes. She was taking things better than she expected as she watched her mistress circle her again. ”How often can I speak?” Liz asked, a seemingly obviously question. She was told not to talk back yes but where did they stand in terms of conversation? Liz doubted there would be much but it was best to be certain. She then noticed that she hadn’t referred to Mila as ‘mistress’, but she doubted that was a problem in this case.

It was then that Mila announced they were going out, and by ‘they,’ Liz imagined she meant that she was going out and her slave was accompanying her. But that was fine by her; she hated being locked up in small spaces, such as this Mila’s room, for too long. A bit of fresh air was welcome. A game? What kind of game? Liz was increasingly curious now. She already knew that it would be something to test how far she was willing to go as a slave and Liz didn’t want to give any indication that she was a quitter, least Mila decide one night to throw her out of her position, back into the world. Right back to where she had been this morning.

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