Pink Rose - Chapter 2: “KinkChat ver.2.0.1″
Chapter 2 – “KinkChat ver.2.0.1″
3:45am
==KinkChat ver.2.0.1==
Members:
:~WaveBird~
:”Bishop”
“Okay. That is kinda’ freaky how close you guessed where I live here in town from 3 little clues!”
~Hahah, I’m sorry. I just know the city pretty well.~
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Mari hadn’t felt so enthusiastic to talk to someone in ages. Even though she had been awake nearly 24 hours at this point, she couldn’t get enough of the conversation. She hadn’t ran any of her PC games, she hadn’t went trolling through porn websites, or searching through 4chan’s pervy boards. This guy had her complete and undivided attention.
Mari always forgot about that quirk of hers. She was smart and intelligent enough to know quite a bit about lots of things; she was a c***d that witnessed the birth of the internet age after all. Her deductive reasoning skills were something she never really thought twice about, but somehow managed to always scare people away from her online.
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~I’m sorry if I freaked you out. I tend to get super excited and just blurt off everything that is on my mind or that I think when I’m talking to someone new.~
“No, it’s fine. How did you come to that conclusion I lived on north hill?”
~Well.. you mentioned it took you about 20 minutes to get home from downtown, that placed you in a 12 mile radius of downtown; when I mentioned that I love Japanese food, you mentioned that you loved stopping by the japanese market on the way home to pick up fresh seafood for sushi sometimes. I know of 2 Japanese markets that sell fresh seafood in the city, but only one that would be convenient on your trip home, which told me which direction you lived in. And finally, you complained about the pink blossom trees this time of year covering your car and everyone else’s cars on the street, and that even if you park in your driveway away from the street, they still get covered in blossoms. I work in a job that.. well.. it puts me up pretty high over the city most of the times, and there is only one neighborhood I have seen in that direction that has a lot of those kind of trees… I know this makes me sound psycho and stuff, but I just put the clues together is all.~
“That.. is kind of impressive.”
~It’s creepy and you know it~
“Well, it’s cute creepy. You are not like most girls I’ve talked to before.”
~ :P I work atop high rise buildings, so I get to see the city in ways not many others do. There is the pink neighborhoods to the north and northwest, the white tree neighborhoods to the south and south east, and the green forests and lakes over to the west. It is something I look forward to seeing every spring.~
“I do a lot of stuff. I had a bunch of hobbies, and then they became decent sources of income for me. I have a day job too, but I keep it just to cover the costs of living. The hobbies fund the fun part of my house.”
~Oh?~
“Have you ever considered being a sissy maid?”
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Mari actually groaned at the question.
She hated when people called her a sissy. And sissy french maid uniforms were so cliché. She had never liked them. She hated the over-the-top femininity stuff, but for some reason Japanese gothic l****a fashion didn’t bother her.
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~Heheh, you mean, French maid stuff?~
“Yep. I could use a cute submissive girl in a short French maid uniform to help keep the dungeon clean and tidy and dusted.”
~… what is the pay?~
“Hmm.. a safe place to be yourself, heavy bondage, paid uniforms, free use of the equipment and furniture. I could really use the help, plus.. I’m a pervert with a soft spot for cute girls with something extra between their legs.”
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Something clicked in Mari at that moment. Maybe French maid uniforms were not so bad after all.
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~Free use of the equipment and furniture..~
“Under my supervision, of course.”
~I require instruction on usage of said devices.~
“You’ll get it.”
~You realize that I realize you are playing to my pervy side and I think maid uniforms are silly.~
“You’d look really cute in those frills. If black is too cliche for you, maybe pink will work better. ”
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“Asshole!”
_______
~Maybe, heheh.~
“Especially with your clit locked up in a pink chastity cage and a little bell hanging from your clit piercing.”
~.. I really hate needles and I don’t have piercings.~
“You could have piercings..”
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Mari felt herself beginning to get uncomfortable at the thought of actually having her body modified. She didn’t think this would be the kind of guy who would force her to do anything she didn’t want to, but what scared her more than anything was that she could actually see herself in a pink latex maid uniform, trimmed in white, long black hair, collared, locked in chastity, and the sound of a tiny bell ringing between her legs every time she took a step.
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“I forgot to ask; you are not against wearing a collar for extended periods, are you?”
__________
“… asshole.”
Mari didn’t mean it in a mean-spirited way. She was quite aware she was being tsundere at the fact that he was pressing buttons that she had never had pressed before. And she liked it a bit too much.
__________
~I’m quite okay with being collared, but we are jumping ahead of things, aren’t we?~
“Hahah, yeah. I’m just thinking ahead of what kind of collar I’m going to be locking around your neck is all.”
~Screw it… Let’s do dinner soon. I need to know you can accept me as who I am and not just the face I have posted in my pictures.~
“I’m good for that. Japanese?”
~Sure. Just.. you do realize what you’re seeing here is mostly artistic makeup.~
“I do. No worries on that.”
~I mean, I’m really good with makeup.~
“You’re fine, you’re fine. Hana Grill sound okay?”
~.. heh.. sure.~
“You okay?”
~Yeah, I’m just kind of in disbelief that you’re real. I’ve not picked up any awkward or fake vibes at all from you tonight, and you’re not afraid to engage with telling me what you want.~
“You make it pretty easy to tell you exactly what I want. Besides, I think you would figure it out before I even said it anyhow, so best to be open and honest, yeah? I’ve been looking for a genuinely submissive sissy for years now that has herself together and isn’t some pushover or leech looking to be taken care of. You have a personality and a life that interests me, and I’d like to get to know more about you. I know you are a guy underneath all that makeup. I like guys too, you know. But you do make an exceptionally cute girl, and I think you would be an excellent addition to my dungeon.”
______
Mari almost didn’t have words for his response. He seemed genuine and not at all afraid to meet her. To meet both sides of her. He seemed genuinely interested in getting to know who she was.. and he seemed genuinely interested in exploring bdsm and fetish stuff with her than she had only dreamed of. Except the sissy maid junk… which was silly. So silly. …. so very silly… but may be okay. Maybe.
________
“Should I pick you up or should we meet separate there?”
~I’ll drive myself, if that is cool. I don’t want to inconvenience you or let you have the upper hand too quickly.~
“Fair enough, heheh. Final question.”
~.. good, Sir?”
“What name do you prefer I call you by?”
~………… Mari. I go by Mari.”
“I’m Nicholas. I’ll see you at dinner tomorrow, Mari. I look forward to it!”
3:45am
==KinkChat ver.2.0.1==
Members:
:~WaveBird~
:”Bishop”
“Okay. That is kinda’ freaky how close you guessed where I live here in town from 3 little clues!”
~Hahah, I’m sorry. I just know the city pretty well.~
________________
Mari hadn’t felt so enthusiastic to talk to someone in ages. Even though she had been awake nearly 24 hours at this point, she couldn’t get enough of the conversation. She hadn’t ran any of her PC games, she hadn’t went trolling through porn websites, or searching through 4chan’s pervy boards. This guy had her complete and undivided attention.
Mari always forgot about that quirk of hers. She was smart and intelligent enough to know quite a bit about lots of things; she was a c***d that witnessed the birth of the internet age after all. Her deductive reasoning skills were something she never really thought twice about, but somehow managed to always scare people away from her online.
_______________
~I’m sorry if I freaked you out. I tend to get super excited and just blurt off everything that is on my mind or that I think when I’m talking to someone new.~
“No, it’s fine. How did you come to that conclusion I lived on north hill?”
~Well.. you mentioned it took you about 20 minutes to get home from downtown, that placed you in a 12 mile radius of downtown; when I mentioned that I love Japanese food, you mentioned that you loved stopping by the japanese market on the way home to pick up fresh seafood for sushi sometimes. I know of 2 Japanese markets that sell fresh seafood in the city, but only one that would be convenient on your trip home, which told me which direction you lived in. And finally, you complained about the pink blossom trees this time of year covering your car and everyone else’s cars on the street, and that even if you park in your driveway away from the street, they still get covered in blossoms. I work in a job that.. well.. it puts me up pretty high over the city most of the times, and there is only one neighborhood I have seen in that direction that has a lot of those kind of trees… I know this makes me sound psycho and stuff, but I just put the clues together is all.~
“That.. is kind of impressive.”
~It’s creepy and you know it~
“Well, it’s cute creepy. You are not like most girls I’ve talked to before.”
~ :P I work atop high rise buildings, so I get to see the city in ways not many others do. There is the pink neighborhoods to the north and northwest, the white tree neighborhoods to the south and south east, and the green forests and lakes over to the west. It is something I look forward to seeing every spring.~
“I do a lot of stuff. I had a bunch of hobbies, and then they became decent sources of income for me. I have a day job too, but I keep it just to cover the costs of living. The hobbies fund the fun part of my house.”
~Oh?~
“Have you ever considered being a sissy maid?”
__________
Mari actually groaned at the question.
She hated when people called her a sissy. And sissy french maid uniforms were so cliché. She had never liked them. She hated the over-the-top femininity stuff, but for some reason Japanese gothic l****a fashion didn’t bother her.
____________
~Heheh, you mean, French maid stuff?~
“Yep. I could use a cute submissive girl in a short French maid uniform to help keep the dungeon clean and tidy and dusted.”
~… what is the pay?~
“Hmm.. a safe place to be yourself, heavy bondage, paid uniforms, free use of the equipment and furniture. I could really use the help, plus.. I’m a pervert with a soft spot for cute girls with something extra between their legs.”
________
Something clicked in Mari at that moment. Maybe French maid uniforms were not so bad after all.
_______
~Free use of the equipment and furniture..~
“Under my supervision, of course.”
~I require instruction on usage of said devices.~
“You’ll get it.”
~You realize that I realize you are playing to my pervy side and I think maid uniforms are silly.~
“You’d look really cute in those frills. If black is too cliche for you, maybe pink will work better. ”
________
“Asshole!”
_______
~Maybe, heheh.~
“Especially with your clit locked up in a pink chastity cage and a little bell hanging from your clit piercing.”
~.. I really hate needles and I don’t have piercings.~
“You could have piercings..”
___________
Mari felt herself beginning to get uncomfortable at the thought of actually having her body modified. She didn’t think this would be the kind of guy who would force her to do anything she didn’t want to, but what scared her more than anything was that she could actually see herself in a pink latex maid uniform, trimmed in white, long black hair, collared, locked in chastity, and the sound of a tiny bell ringing between her legs every time she took a step.
__________
“I forgot to ask; you are not against wearing a collar for extended periods, are you?”
__________
“… asshole.”
Mari didn’t mean it in a mean-spirited way. She was quite aware she was being tsundere at the fact that he was pressing buttons that she had never had pressed before. And she liked it a bit too much.
__________
~I’m quite okay with being collared, but we are jumping ahead of things, aren’t we?~
“Hahah, yeah. I’m just thinking ahead of what kind of collar I’m going to be locking around your neck is all.”
~Screw it… Let’s do dinner soon. I need to know you can accept me as who I am and not just the face I have posted in my pictures.~
“I’m good for that. Japanese?”
~Sure. Just.. you do realize what you’re seeing here is mostly artistic makeup.~
“I do. No worries on that.”
~I mean, I’m really good with makeup.~
“You’re fine, you’re fine. Hana Grill sound okay?”
~.. heh.. sure.~
“You okay?”
~Yeah, I’m just kind of in disbelief that you’re real. I’ve not picked up any awkward or fake vibes at all from you tonight, and you’re not afraid to engage with telling me what you want.~
“You make it pretty easy to tell you exactly what I want. Besides, I think you would figure it out before I even said it anyhow, so best to be open and honest, yeah? I’ve been looking for a genuinely submissive sissy for years now that has herself together and isn’t some pushover or leech looking to be taken care of. You have a personality and a life that interests me, and I’d like to get to know more about you. I know you are a guy underneath all that makeup. I like guys too, you know. But you do make an exceptionally cute girl, and I think you would be an excellent addition to my dungeon.”
______
Mari almost didn’t have words for his response. He seemed genuine and not at all afraid to meet her. To meet both sides of her. He seemed genuinely interested in getting to know who she was.. and he seemed genuinely interested in exploring bdsm and fetish stuff with her than she had only dreamed of. Except the sissy maid junk… which was silly. So silly. …. so very silly… but may be okay. Maybe.
________
“Should I pick you up or should we meet separate there?”
~I’ll drive myself, if that is cool. I don’t want to inconvenience you or let you have the upper hand too quickly.~
“Fair enough, heheh. Final question.”
~.. good, Sir?”
“What name do you prefer I call you by?”
~………… Mari. I go by Mari.”
“I’m Nicholas. I’ll see you at dinner tomorrow, Mari. I look forward to it!”
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