Lunch Date

[mme_depompadour]

*rings the doorbell at Caeth and Ianto's*

*waits*

Comments

[mme_depompadour]

*writes something down and underlines it*
So... it just carries on like that? It doesn't end?

[off_c]

No. It's not goal-oriented. It's just about the feeling of having to do or undergo any twisted, depraved thing that other people want. Where I don't matter except as an object. The more and longer that feeling builds, the better.

Of course, when I wake up from a dream like that, I usually get permission for a good wank, or Ianto fucks me, and that puts a nice end on it.

[mme_depompadour]

*writes something down again*
*smiles*
That's as good an end as any.

Hey, that wasn't so bad, was it? I was afraid there'd be torture involved or something.

[off_c]

I was afraid it wouldn't be dark enough. Do you think it won't be dark enough?

It's not so terribly graphic, but it's... it's the fantasy I'm most ashamed of.

[mme_depompadour]

I don't know. Ianto knows you better than I do, will he think you're toning it down for me?

Why are you most ashamed of it?

[off_c]

I don't know.

There's something very destructive in wanting to have someone take all your rights and freedoms and opinions and wants and humanity away.

Maybe I'm worried that people will think I hate myself because I want all that abuse and think I want to be a used object rather than an independent woman who knows her own mind.

[mme_depompadour]

*nods, writing again*
Well, I don't think that, if that's what you're worried about,
*looks*
He's leaving. I think we should get back.

[off_c]

*takes your hand and squeezes it tight as we walk*
I didn't think you would, or I couldn't have told you.

I promise, I wasn't toning it down. And nothing gets me hotter, or makes me feel as dirty, as that fantasy.

[mme_depompadour]

Then I'm sure it'll pass muster.
*walks with you, swinging your hand*
*stops at the door and kisses you*
This is it, lead the way.

[off_c]

*lets you in*
We're home, Sir.

[mr_ianto_jones]

Go to the front room, pet, I need to talk to Reinette in the kitchen.

[off_c]

*goes to the front room*
*at a bit of a loss as to what to do*
*sits down, then gets back up again*
*frets*

[mr_ianto_jones]

*stays in the kitchen with Reinette for 15 minutes, talking quietly*
*comes out*
Alright, pet. I think you've earned a reward. The kids are having a nap, go to the basement, we'll be right down.

[off_c]

*smiles, relieved*
Thank you, Master.

*goes down to the basement*
*looks at her clothes, unsure of whether to undress*
*decides not to since she wasn't told to*

[mr_ianto_jones]

*talks to Reinette again before going downstairs*
*comes down*
Take her clothes off.
*sits down on the cage and watches Reinette undress you*

[off_c]

*looks at Reinette, then at you, while she's being undressed*

[mr_ianto_jones]

If she can't keep her eyes down, you should probably blindfold her. I'll leave it up to you. Strap her wrists behind her back and bend her over.
*watches as Reinette complies, strapping your wrists together with bondage tape, grabbing you by the hair and bending you over at a 90 degree angle*

[off_c]

*stares at the floor, trying to keep her breathing steady*

[mme_depompadour]

*feels a breast, then squeezes it, walks around and smacks your arse before grabbing it and spreading your cheeks*
She's wet.

[off_c]

*moans*

[mr_ianto_jones]

That's how she responds. Just ignore it.
*watches as Reinette prods your pussy for a bit, then slides a finger up to your hole*
*then stops, gets a paddle and SMACKS your thigh*

[off_c]

*is squirming a bit at the touches*
*JUMPS*
*settles back in position, with a bit of a whimper*

[mr_ianto_jones]

*watches as Reinette carries on randomly smacking you with the paddle before yanking you back upright by your hair*
Check again.
*smiles a little as Reinette shoves the handle of the paddle between your legs and takes it out again, examining it*

[off_c]

*is now breathing heavily*

[mr_ianto_jones]

*supresses a chuckle as Reinette improvises and shoves the handle into your mouth*
Do you understand now, Reinette? Look into her eyes.