Piano, Chapter 2

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Laysan

Piano, Chapter 2

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I paced aimlessly from room to room around the mansion quietly cursing Alba. "Rectify? What a stupid word. 'Rectify'. I hate that fucking word. Alba should go rectify herself. Fucking bitch."

I don't know that I was particularly angry at Alba. I just felt overwhelmed with negative emotions. I was angry with myself mainly. Eventually, I sat on the toilet rocking back and forth. For a while I was even too tense to go pee. Eventually, I relaxed and thought of what I should do to 'rectify' things. I didn't want to lose Paty's love. I didn't want anything about our relationship to change. I was happy. I decided that I needed to be as submissive as possible. I needed to show her that I am the perfect slave.

Piano, Chapter 1

Thread 1, Part 4
Laysan

Piano

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Paty works harder than most in this world. Her efforts have yielded a substantial monetary return. She has built a growing restaurant / bar empire. Her position gives her some flexibility regarding when and where she works. Potentially, she could even spend her time in leisure now - simply coasting and having fun. But that is not her nature. She is completely driven to make her business as big as possible. Needless to say, sometimes she comes home exhausted.

It is my job to help her relax at the end of a day. I provide her special comfort and help relieve the stress from her body and soul. When she comes home she knows that I will be waiting for her and that I will drown her in love.

I, of course, am completely content with our setup. Our relationship isn't just physical. I even love it when she talks at length about things that I have no knowledge. I just love the sound of her voice as it relaxes. I notice the structure of her sentences as she becomes comfortable and sloughs off the troubles of her day. She tells me things that she could tell no one else. She knows that any information she gives to me will remain as locked as I am within her chains.

The Crystalline Insert

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Laysan

The Crystalline Insert

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Sandalwood is another of the many friends that Paty and I entertain regularly. Actually, when she visits she always seems to spend a majority of her time with me instead of Paty. I think that she is jealous of my unique position. I think that she secretly loves me.

I like her a lot too. We always laugh and laugh whenever she visits. She is very pretty - I'd almost say that she is cursed by her beauty. She is fairly short and small-boned but she has an abnormally large set of boobs. They are not the biggest you have ever seen, but due to her small body size they just seem to stand out. I don't consider myself to be particularly infatuated by another woman's boobs, but there is something about Sandy's that make it hard to focus on anything else no matter what your gender or sexual orientation. When you talk to her you have to have a constant thread of thought that reminds you to look her in the eye and disregard the overwhelming desire to stare at her chest.

I think that they caused her a lot of trouble when she was young and trying to discover how she fit in the world. I think that she has been abused before. Generally, she is quiet and seems to try to hide in the crowd. But, with Paty and me she lets down her guard and blossoms. With us she is a total sex-kitten. She sops up our affections like a lonely, dry sponge.

Sometimes she is practically insatiable.

The Sentenced, Chapter 3

Thread 3, Part 2:
Laurel

The Sentenced

(there) - thousands of year ago

Chapter 3

The cumulous clouds had thickened and grown darker as the afternoon wore on. The wind had picked up and its roar rose and fell occasionally loosening a shower of evergreen needles to cascade around Laurel. She was rolling her shoulders back and forth to work the knots out of her muscles wondering whether this pain would be with her forever or if her muscles would conform to their restricted position. She contemplated her growing thirst, the grumble in her stomach. She thought about her need to urinate and the twisted knot that prevented her from pulling her leggings down. Slowly she slumped over to her right side, resting on the bed of soft fir needles, slowly drifting back to her thoughts of Evvy and her commitment to the Hollow Well.

The Sentenced, Chapter 2

Thread 3, Part 2:
Laurel

The Sentenced

(there) - thousands of year ago

Chapter 2

Laurel knelt in the shade of a fir tree. Her wrists were chained tightly in the small of her back. Her breathing was slow and she exhaled through pursed lips doing her best to ignore the buzzing insects, the pain in her shoulders, the growling of her stomach, and her growing need to urinate. She focused on her lover, Evvy, and the day she was sentenced to the Hollow Well.

The Sentenced, Chapter 1

Thread 3, Part 2:
Laurel

The Sentenced

(there) - thousands of years ago


The morning sun was shining on Laurel when she opened her eyes. She pulled her face from the ground and spit chunks of earth from her mouth. The muscles of her shoulders were burning. She attempted to reach with her hand to wipe the dirt and small pebbles from her forehead, but her wrist quickly met with resistance and her arms remained as they were, behind her back. When she pushed her wrists down, she felt a relentless pull at her neck, a squeezing at her throat, which ignited a series of dry coughs causing her to bend forward until her head pressed into the ground. Her elbows were forced to bend a bit and she felt a line of hard, smooth weights press painfully into her back.

She let out a cry and struggled up onto her bare feet. Her leather boots had been taken. There was a cold rattling sound, heavy links of chain snaked through the dirt behind her, which after ten meters or less disappeared into a boulder half again taller than she and twice as wide.

Writers' chat log #1

Writers’ Chat Logs #1

hollow well writers’ chatroom

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The following is a transcript of a conversation in the hollow well writers’ chat room. Edits have been made to improve readability. Sensitive material has been redacted.