Mistress Raven's Dungeon, Saturday Night

[trigons_child]

The back room at 'Dite's Decadent Delights had been transformed into Mistress Raven's dungeon, equipped with all the toys she needed to deal with her clients. There were restraints of all sorts, riding crops, whips, floggers, and paddles, as well as a bondage cross and stocks.

Mistress Raven herself was dressed in black leather thigh-high stiletto boots and corset and, of course, the black mask that concealed her identity. It had been so hard the first time she'd sold her body for money, but she had soon learned that many of her customers wanted her to hurt or punish them, and she quickly adapted to that role. It helped that she had Secret Empathic powers that allowed her to know just what a client wanted.

She stretched, waiting for her first customer, a smile curving her lips as she thought about the day when she would have full control of this body, and Rachel would be no more.

Mistress Raven's Dungeon was open.


[Anyone wishing to visit Mistress Raven can ping in here or go through Dite's shop.]

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[bitten_notshy]

Father Jack had never been to see Mistress Raven before.

... okay, once. But he'd had a coupon, and he left before the handcuffs came out!

But he needed someone to talk to after such a confusing day, so he hesitantly walked into the dungeon, still in clerical collar. "Mistress Raven?"

[trigons_child]

"Father Jack," Raven said, eyes lighting up at the sight of her customer. "What a pleasure it is to see you again." She knew he'd be back. They always came back.

[bitten_notshy]

"I'm just here for advice," Jack said. "None of your other services."

Which was exactly why he was eying the sex toys with something more than academic interest.

[trigons_child]

"Of course you are," Raven said knowingly. She sat down on her throne and crossed her legs. "Tell me how Mistress Raven can help you."

[bitten_notshy]

"it's bad," Jack said, eyes on those legs. "I was a very, very bad priest. I -- kissed someone, today. A man."

"Not a good man."

[trigons_child]

Raven wished she'd been there to see it. "That's very very naughty, Father Jack," she said. "Who was it?"

[bitten_notshy]

"The naughtiest thing I've ever done," Jack said. "Not counting that time in Mexico during seminary when I -- never mind that." He'd never told another living soul about that horrible night.

"It was Merlin Stark-Bass. You see why I need to be punished."

[trigons_child]

"Merlin?" Raven arched an eyebrow and leaned forward with interest. She'd have to ask the boy about it when he came to her tonight. "Tell me, Jack...did you enjoy it? Did you like kissing Merlin? Tell me the truth; I'll know if you're lying to me."

[bitten_notshy]

Jack bent his head forward and whispered, "Like I haven't enjoyed anything in almost a decade."

He had utter faith in her skills as a lie detector; why else would she be wearing a mask? Somehow, that made sense to him just then.

"What should I do, Mistress?"

[trigons_child]

Raven tapped her riding crop against the side of her throne. "That makes it especially bad," she said. "You've sinned, and you must be punished before god forgives you. And since you enjoyed it so much, you must be punished very hard."

[bitten_notshy]

The rhythm of the riding crop was mesmerizing. Jack licked his lips. "Of course. How would you punish a sinner such as myself?"

[trigons_child]

"Mortification of the flesh," Raven purred. "I believe your god finds that a suitable punishment for such lust."

[bitten_notshy]

"It's the least I can do," Jack said, and slowly removed his shirt to reveal a broad and glistening chest before kneeling at Raven's feet. "Do your worst. I'll offer the pain up to the Lord."

[OOC: Sorry, I lost the ping and then there was sleep.]

[trigons_child]

Raven made a happy noise at the sight of that broad and glistening chest. "I will," she promised, standing up. The riding crop wouldn't do for this, though, so she set that aside and picked up a cat-o-nine-tails, letting the lashes trail over Jack's chest and back before raising it up and bringing it hard down on his back.



[ooc: No problem, I got sucked into radio shortly after anyway, and then was unconscious most of today. :) ]

[mike-cannon.livejournal.com]

Mike knew it was wrong. He had a wife back home in Las Vegas, but she couldn't do for him the things that Raven did.

"Mistress? I'm sorry I didn't make an appointment," he said timidly.

[trigons_child]

"I've always got an opening for you, Mike," Raven purred.

[mike-cannon.livejournal.com]

"Oh, thank you. You are so good to me, Mistress Raven," said Mike, breathing a sigh of relief.

[trigons_child]

"Now get on your knees," Raven snapped.

[mike-cannon.livejournal.com]

"Yes, mistress," said Mike, dropping to his knees. "You haven't told anyone, have you? I think my wife would forgive me, eventually, but Mary... She would never understand, and she can really hold a grudge."

[trigons_child]

"You know your secrets are safe with me," Raven said, walking around him, trailing her riding crop over his back. "As long as I know you're going to be a good boy."

[mike-cannon.livejournal.com]

"But I haven't been very good at all, Mistress," said Mike with a gulp. "I've been very naughty."

[trigons_child]

Raven lightly flicked the riding crop against Mike's back. "Take off your shirt," she commanded.

[mike-cannon.livejournal.com]

Oooh, this is what he had been waiting for! "Yes, Mistress," said Mike, pulling his shirt off so quickly that he might have popped a button or two.

[trigons_child]

Raven cracked the crop hard across Mike's naked back. "How naughty have you been, Mike?" she said. "Tell Mistress Raven exactly what you've done."

[mike-cannon.livejournal.com]

"I found out something very important, something that would change the lives of everyone I know," said Mike. "But I buried it. No one will ever know that Casey Manning is still alive."

[trigons_child]

Crack.

"Who is that, pet?" Raven said. "Tell me everything."

Crack.

[mike-cannon.livejournal.com]

Mike winced slightly, but he really did enjoy the pain. "He's the true owner of the Montecito, but everyone thinks he's dead, so his ex-wife sold everything to my boss," he said. "I should tell, but it would ruin everything."

[trigons_child]

Raven could tell he enjoyed it, and she enjoyed it and enjoyed his enjoyment as well. Or something like that.

Crack.

"We can't have that, can we?" she said. "What are you going to do about it?"

Crack.

[mike-cannon.livejournal.com]

Mike winced again with every crack of the whip. "I'm not going to do anything. I'm not going to say anything to anyone," he said.