Sylvar

Under the Heel [Pseudo Star Wars] (Mature)

Blinking a few times to process the word dance, my ears perk up at the pleasant thought. Easy there big guy, she just said after.

Oddly happy at the thought, I barely mumble out "I'll, uh, watch the ship's controls until then. Let me know when you're done and ready for comparing our exercises." as I'm sitting down at the controls. The warmth of the seat is pleasant.

Dancing... I wonder if she'd be willing to teach me eventually. I think playfully. Time will tell.

~Wolfe is handling ship duties until Aayla is done sorting out her thoughts~

Under the Heel [Pseudo Star Wars] (Mature)

Seems something happened... something bad. Best keep off the topic of slavery for now. A small amount of sadness spreads through me, realizing how casually I rolled over what must have been a painful wound for her.

In a truly honest and curious tone, I say "Well, I've already done my exercises for the day. I wonder, do the Jedi have a different set of routines from my own training? They might have significant similarities that we were otherwise unawares of. If so, we might exercise together? I find it often far more motivating to have someone else to practice with." doing my best to change the topic, hopefully not too obviously, as I scramble for thoughts in a direction far away from what we were just discussing.

In the spirit of it now, I stretch my arms a bit, working some of the tiredness caused by my exercises out.

"I promise to behave, if you're thinking I might have secondary intentions." I add as a final thought, remembering that she'd just witnessed my thoughts deviate so easily while I was wearing the blindfold, a bit of embarrassment at my insensitivity flashes through my mind.

Under the Heel [Pseudo Star Wars] (Mature)

Startled out of my pleasant reverie by the soft yet quite serious sounding tone suddenly beside me, I remove the blindfold as permitted and look into the brightly lit lift, careful at the last moment to shield my recently exposed eyes.

And thinking back on her words "It's a fine idea", I realize she might not have meant that kind of fine...

Why is there always more than one kind of fine with women??

"Wait, what happened? I think I missed something behind the blindfold..."

Under the Heel [Pseudo Star Wars] (Mature)

Jeez, how long has she been on Cholgana? I almost ask the thought, and then remember the facts regarding the nature of her hiding out, a sense of guilt blindsiding me in the gut.

"Well, judging by the tone of your voice, this is going to be a bit of a bummer for you. Since the Empire took over, slavery is legal. And secondly, why do you assume I know nothing of slavery? I know what it means to exist for nothing but obedience, with no choice in the matter. To live... without living." There was no fire in my voice, only flat statement. Memories rolled across my mind, glacial and void, full of painfully vivid emptiness.

I bit down further thoughts. Just talking about it won't mean anything... I remember that old collar she wore.

"I know I can pass as a slave. The question is, can you pass as a slaver? Or some kind of imperial noble maybe? Those are quite common nowadays, since the emperor can't quite watch the whole of all the systems he controls at once. I think it would be easiest for you to take on the false identity of some lowborn noble, a family far from any current meaningful politics. Nobody will give you a second glance, hopefully instead appreciating your expensive slave. And nobody seriously gives a well trained slave even a first glance." Imagining the slightly socially clumsy girl barely navigating an imperial Noble party had me simultaneously worried and laughing on the inside. Especially considering the common tastes of those who most frequent said parties.

Relaxing a bit, I add "And of course it's nothing like... our games. My games, on the other hand, the kind of games I'm used to... You honestly have no idea. Nothing wrong with that, though." After such heavy conversation, reverting to flirting helps ease the last of my tension from my body and mind, as I direct all my attentions back to Aayla and her very pleasant form and demeanor. My tail swishes gently as thoughts unfold unbidden and not un-invited, barely holding my grin back to just a slight grin.

Under the Heel [Pseudo Star Wars] (Mature)

Glad for the change in topic, I bring to mind the thoughts of disguise I'd had earlier and my grin only widens.

"Since I'm already quite good at playing the role, I'd figured it might be best if I masquerade as your slave. You could be anyone who owns a slave, which is a simple enough disguise, eh?"

Under the Heel [Pseudo Star Wars] (Mature)

Heh, now that's funny. I think to myself grinning a little. Odd little twi'lek... making me smile so frequently.

"If my Mistress told me in one way or another that she'd forgiven me for failing, I wouldn't believe it." The end spat out slightly bitterly.

Crossing my arms, I add with a slight tinge of fearful respect "When she says she intends punishment, she is never lying."

Under the Heel [Pseudo Star Wars] (Mature)

I thought so...

"That... is a painful story. But not all stories are the same, in my case especially." Already looking away, I cannot stop it completely as my expression tenses in pained remembrance slightly.

Under the Heel [Pseudo Star Wars] (Mature)

"I knew this question would come. Now... I'm surprised I didn't give my answer to you more thought ahead of time. I suppose I might have wanted to be honest when you asked." I look away slowly, pensive. How to word this... "Have you heard stories of the Sith beforehand?"

Under the Heel [Pseudo Star Wars] (Mature)

Hearing the familiar little sound of the chair turning as she paused a moment before saying my name was quite satisfying. Thinking of satisfaction brought back instant memories of the night before...

~ahem~ I catch myself, then considering her question seriously.

"I'm honestly not certain... Giving it thought, I think the best course of deliberation would be to consider how we would appear in public, and perhaps even multiple disguises, depending on where we might be heading. What do you think?"

Under the Heel [Pseudo Star Wars] (Mature)

I slowly fade into wakefulness, feeling lonely for some reason, until I realize that my new friend is actually no longer close to me.

Noticing this makes me feel just a bit lonelier...

Get up.

Forcing myself to move, I sit up slowly on the side of the bed. I wonder why she had gone... I suppose she just didn't want to wake me.

The thought cheers me, but not completely. But enough. Grabbing a clean set of my robes, as my last pair were still soaked in octopus blood, I begin my morning exercises. Stretching and rotating my limbs, I sink into the familiar routine easily, quickly forgetting the lonely feeling as I recall the experiences from the night before. Careful Wolfe... I caution myself, deciding to focus more on the feelings I felt than the actual experience. I was conflicted. Initially, I had intended simply to seduce her, to gain her trust. But now... it felt wrong. The thought of turning on her, after all the honesty she'd given me...

The loneliness started to well up in my gut again, and I quickly quelled it with the thought of Aayla wrapped in my arms, breathing heavily and then softly as she drifted off to sleep after our exertion.

Mistress will not find out.

Then the thought of Aayla brought me back to reality as I finished the last of my exercises, realizing that I actually had no idea where she was on my ship at this instant, and I really hope she knows not to answer any long range communications...

The thought galvanizes me, as I stalk out of my room and towards Aayla's, where I knock and wait for a response that doesn't come. A minute whisper of panic is squashed as I tell myself that she's probably just figuring out the controls, so I head up the lift to find her there at the console, a bit more relief than I expected washes over me.

"Good morning, Aayla." I grin in her direction, knowing only that she's there by the sound of the ship's controls in use. I'm still wearing the blindfold, hoping to continue to impress her with my determination.