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Location: "At my rightful place, which is "King Nitrogen's" side, kneeling before him or simply, in his lap. Those places are where a true "Brood-mare" belongs, until said otherwise by such a masculine "Man".
Sexual Orientation: To be honest, I am quite deeply Detached in real-life, riddled by severe-dissassociative/brutal BDSM-addictive tendacies to an extremely persistence and long-standing Anti-socialness by nature, but still clinging to signs of what Humans call by word as "Hope", as if so to say I suppose .. erm .. ~Pokes nearby balloon, humming to pass time quicker ..~ So .. um .. merp .. merp ...
Carrier/Seeder: Carrier
Jin glanced down, not knowing exactly why but his face lit up with a bright rose red shade of blushing, life's natural makeup his mother always said to him. But sadly .. she was a memory now. He seemed to ponder of her, and for a moment his eyes wandered, seeming to drift from Daddy Brandon's face and to the only available window of the room they were currently present within.
His eyes watered for a moment, dwelling on his matriarch (mother) for a bit longer than what was normally healthy. Would she be proud of him? for what he now became? for what he stood for? for his temporary grandchild before .. well, you know .. but he snapped back to reality the moment his Daddy spoke, feeling his heartbeat sputter and begin rapidly racing as if something tempted him. In reality, he was meant to be a servant, a whore meant to be used and fucked to no possible end for his beloved, his Dominant, his Baron, his Brandon of who he now knew of by mentioning of name.
He wanted to protest, wanted to kindly decline but in all actuality he would have no one to turn to, no one to soothe the pitiful ache dwelling like a thick stone in the very pit of his throat, an emotion that he could not recollect nor describe of by words alone, it was an unbearable reality, oh god .. it truly was. He lowered his eyes, trying to avoid Brandon's, he could not meet them, no matter how much he wanted, how much he desired, how much he would give up for one glance from the man who took all from him, who nearly drove him to pure madness but yet he had to thank him, it made him feel rather higher than the heavens above him, higher than the very stars in the cosmos even.
Brandon was the enemy in his mind but his heart spoke of other opinions and honestly his heart spoke louder so who was he to reject such an opportunity. Even though he was raped, abused verbally and nearly traumatized he found himself accepting. After all .. he had no choice in the matter. He would not survive on his own. He barely had enough to get by, or even purchase a single can of beans. How .. pitiful ..
"Um i-it is a tempting offer, quite enticing sounding indeed but I .. my mother can let me move in .. she must be worried about me being at the apartment without much of a visit to her .." He tried to say, without a such voice breaking in a quivering, only he knew the truth. His mother, his only lifeline left in the realm of the living was detached forever. He squeaked as his slender, smaller arm was taken in a grip and he was lured close to his destined to be Daddy, feeling a spark of tingling seem to surge through him like liquid lightning which caused him to respond to jolting with a slight yet noticeable jumping of motion, expressing being startled at such things. He tried to move, to gather distance in any way but yet his body could not move a single inch, it was like it was locked in place by some invisible, unknown of force and as such he placed himself upon his lap, finding his earthen brown eyes seem to darken with a mysterious urgance for his Daddy's electrifying touches, he wanted to be electrocuted by him by it's presence alone.
"I .. I .. cant." He said with a slight whimper, seeming to simply bend to his Daddy's request, seeming to literally collapse upon him which followed with a rather uncalled for bout of uncontrolled sobbing episodes as he buried his face in the fabric of his shirt, his smaller pathetic excuse for a torso literally pressing up against his, heaving with each forcefully, whooshed and rushed breath, slender fingers clench inward, clenching his shirt as he gripped the fabric as if his very life depended on such an act, his thin bony shoulders slumped tiredly, rising and falling in time with each inward and outward sob like outburst and breath. "I .. just .. cant .."
I, Silent Feather once thought that my life was just one long merry go round, mundane, repetitive, and just plain boresome but after meeting my beloved Nitrogen, all were changed. And as such had changed me, and when I mean that I mean for the positive, greater of a person I have become, a woman.
A full grown, bonafide Madame.
Silent Feather