1276. The Slave Auction Meme

[fallen_rosiel]

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[alotofadderall]

[As it turns out, it is the same Scott Stiles had been friends with. He smiles widely when he sees him before quickly schooling his expression, and despite the initial hesitance, with Scott there explaining things and looking so comfortable with his master, Stiles abates a little and slides the pants on. He's still bare from the waist up, but he's becoming more comfortable with Lydia, at least.

The burgers are delicious. Stiles is kind of in awe that Lydia is letting him eat something like that - even more stunned when she lets him eat ice cream, too, which he hasn't had in years - and the few orders that are given are all too easy to obey, and it makes Stiles smile for the briefest of seconds, helps him relax a little more so that the silence going back to the Martin household isn't awkward.

When Mr. Martin appears, Stiles instantly lowers his head. He lets Lydia do the talking and resists the urge to flinch when the man starts yelling. Whorehouse? Oh God. He's heard stories. But that was for used slaves, or ones deemed deficient. He wasn't deficient, was he? He would have proved himself if Lydia wanted him to.

Stiles follows her quickly, not daring to raise his head again until the door to her room is firmly shut, and even then he looks around for a second, waiting to see if anyone can hear them. She said they couldn't, right?]

[emplehenoemos]

[Lydia leans against the shut door, eyes closed. No, she doesn't want to do this. But she wants her father to follow through on his threats even less and she's got the distinct, awful feeling that he will. She's sure her father will be walking by often, sending servants to do the same just to make sure sufficient action is being taken by Lydia, so she knows she can't just...fake it. She wouldn't put it past her Dad to inspect them for...hickeys or something similar.]

Okay.

Explain this to me again. How this works.

[alotofadderall]

Ma'am? [I ask, folding my hands together. I bite my lip and nod, hoping you do not allow him to send me away.] Claiming, miss?

Tense changes?

[emplehenoemos]

Yeah that. How does it work? [Lydia opens her eyes finally, waiting.]

Whoops, my bad hun! Thanks, might be falling asleep lol. Long day (:

[alotofadderall]

It...differs, between each master. [Stiles repeats carefully, meeting Lydia's expectant gaze.] I am to service you as thoroughly as you choose, miss; to, ah, pleasure you and take punishment. It's supposed to be for...testing my functions and asserting your ownership.

Haha, it's fine!

[emplehenoemos]

Well there's nothing to punish you for, that's for sure. [She crosses her arms over her waist, pulling her top off as she crosses the room to the bed.]

You're going to have to...help me out here. I've never actually done this with someone trained before...is there like a...a basics course or something that I can request?

Re: Haha, it's fine!

[alotofadderall]

...some masters punish for pleasure. [But Lydia doesn't strike him as that type. Stiles politely averts his eyes when she removes her top, not having been given permission to look yet.]

The chest offers many...instruments at your disposal? [Stiles suggests, though he's confused by what Lydia means.] Check my flexibility, my command retinence abilities under...pressure. If I have an acceptable size, for you. Orgasm control? Etc...

[Lydia has been so nice to him, mentioning these things to her feels invasive. Not that he isn't used to it, but it feels wrong when he might have started to almost count her as a friend. However, he's got a job to do.]

[alotofadderall]

...some masters punish for pleasure. [But Lydia doesn't strike him as that type. Stiles politely averts his eyes when she removes her top, not having been given permission to look yet.]

The chest offers many...instruments at your disposal? [Stiles suggests, though he's confused by what Lydia means.] Check my flexibility, my command retinence abilities under...pressure. If I have an acceptable size, for you. Orgasm control? Etc...

[Lydia has been so nice to him, mentioning these things to her feels invasive. Not that he isn't used to it, but it feels wrong when he might have started to almost count her as a friend. However, he's got a job to do.]

[emplehenoemos]

[The face Lydia makes should definitely be enough to tell Stiles that at least he's safe from that particular test.

This would be a lot easier if Lydia actually cared about any of the things Stiles says she's supposed to be testing him on. To be honest, she's still not even sure what her Dad bought her a pleasure slave for in the first place.]

This is going to be the weirdest question ever... [Because Lydia's never used toys before and when she leans over the bed to open the chest, she's just met with a bunch of contraptions she has no idea how to use.] ...Which one's your favorite?

[alotofadderall]

[Stiles doesn't know much, and he would never dare take a guess at that question - wasn't his place - but secretly, he would have held with the possible idea that Lydia's father had gotten her the type of slave he thought she should enjoy at her age. Most teens didn't want anything other than a pleasure slave, and he'd obviously been trying very hard to make her like other teens where she clearly wasn't.

They're all part of his training, things he knows he can do. He doesn't think she'll care about his gag reflex, though if she wants him to suck something to prove that he can, he will. He probably should, in case her dad asks.

But Lydia continues to be a surprise when she posesthe question, and Stiles' eyes drop to the floor, cheeks reddening a little.] I'm not supposed to have a preference.

[He pauses, closing his eyes, and decides to continue, since Lydia has been so kind to him and he doesn't think she'll mind.] ...and I honestly don't. Everything in that chest has been...I know how to use all of it. On myself or on you, Lydia.

[emplehenoemos]

[She doesn't know what else to do but laugh, laying down on the bed and covering her face with her hands. It's just the most awkward situation she's ever been in before and laughter just feels like the only plausible response.

After her laughing fit is over, she rolls onto her side and pats the space on the bed next to her.] I'm not laughing at you, I promise. This whole thing is just...it's so awkward. I can't believe people just...do it, you know? And it's not even like I'm a virgin, I just can't see...I don't know.

Maybe we should just...start with kissing. [If they have to do this, they can at least get comfortable with each other.]

[alotofadderall]

[Lydia starts laughing, and Stilesstands there awkwardly, worrying. What'd he do? But then she tells him it's not his fault and he relaxes some, slowly joining her on the bed.] I'm...not sure I understand. I'm here to be for your pleasure so... [But he knows she doesn't really want that. Still, it's still his job, isn't it? Casual sex. Right.]

Yes, miss. [Stiles nods, scooting a little closer.]

[emplehenoemos]

Okay. [She puts her hand on his chest.] You can't call me miss while we're making out. [Just the sentence makes her fight another laugh.] It makes me feel like we're playing out some weird teacher/student fantasy.

[But hey. Kissing she can do. And hopefully the rest just...comes naturally. Dropping her hand from his chest, she scoots closer, winding her arms around his waist and leaning up to press her lips tentatively against his.]

[alotofadderall]

I can do that. [Stiles remarks quietly, leaning into the hand on his chest. This is all too familiar.] Roleplay.

[Stiles kisses back immediately, one hand curling around Lydia's bare back, resting on the lower half. She tastes sweet, and he thinks he can smell strawberry in her hair.]