PRINCE_Z_E_T_A Posted March 23, 2015 Share Posted March 23, 2015 Withered BLUE ROSE ------------------------------ Vivid blue roses are the ones I recall seeing in fantasy stories, blue roses for impossible things. Blue roses recognized for many reasons and hold plenty symbolism. Those of BRAVERY, MYSTERY, ROYALTY, and for I IMPOSSIBLE. blue roses are non-existent in this world. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ A few months before my 18th birthday I discovered a peculiar something that for my entire life I had never realized that could be considered peculiar. It is something that each and every being in the world recognizes as real even if its not material. Its not an emotion but a feeling. A feeling that I think the first time I felt it was when I was alone in the world, no one looked over me not one person. This feeling crept from my stomach and compressed my heart. It was a feeling inside, but what came after was exterior, I believe I fell from my anguish. Down unto the hard concrete floor. I scrapped my knees and elbows and for as long as I was told by my dying mother i was a prince and that princes have blue blood, I didn't have blue inside my veins but a red iron smelling liquid called blood. The earliest memory of pain is that one and what came after that was times where i inflicted that same feeling over and over. I realized I loved pain because this feeling loved me. I came to think pain was my best friend because I always felt it near and within. I wanted more pain this pain that made me feel real. pain became part of my life and as I coursed through my early to youth years I craved it even more. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Once upon a time I met pain his name was as read he looked me up and down on an occasion. Approached me like everyone did to their other peers, I questioned why pain had sought me. I knew I was a devoted lover and I took that as my reason. Pain was much sweeter than I knew it because pain followed me everywhere. Pain and I walked along the seasons, and in some seasons pain was sweeter than others. Pain and pain is all that pain gave me. Pain more and more pain. pain--- oooh pain... Please Register/ Sign In, in order to see the links. msicaw Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Whimsicawl Posted March 26, 2015 Share Posted March 26, 2015 General Information: Name: Kiri Rouge Nickname: Navy Prince Age: 26 Date of Birth: December 1 Position: Seme Other Medical Information: Psychopath Personality: A diabolical sadist recently retired as Sergeant of the Navy Seals. His unmatched physique, mental manipulation and cruelty galore for each and every of his prized pets, Kiri lives daily for his creative displays of sadism and body horror. This breeds arrogance, blood lust, charm and a well rounded mind of a genius. Background: At age 4, Kiri stood up to his cannibalistic parents with friendly neighborhood police and applied to Los Angeles's secret service at thirteen by falsifying a fake I.D. He's familiarized with international terrorists, black markets and solely solicited government information in exchange for mansions, privacy, and human toys. Kiri has been imprisoned for a twenty year second degree murder sentence to which he served one year and escaped to impose a Navy Seals look alike. During his time at the sea, he accumulated massive wealth and a position in the human market ring thus making it possible to retire before age 30. Likes +Human Auctions +Eating Bread +Mutilation +Blue +Others worshiping him Dislikes -Ingenuity -Candle Wax -Disobedience -Weddings -Ugly Handwriting Other Information: ~ He's floated jobs during his years as a mechanic, chemist, attorney, and translator for ASL ~ In his mansion there are over fifty slaves with a third quarter of them in the state of deceased ~ Rejects are anyone who do not peek his interest or scream properly - straight from their insides •^•°•^•°•^•°•^•°•^•°•^•°•^•°•^• Ringing his thick thumb on the rim of a small, white cup of freshly steamed milk, the corners of his thin lips curl inwards to a crooked smile. Kiri whistles a low, prolonged C-note and taps his feet with anticipation. Whichever of his adorable slaves see to him first will be granted the privilege of locking lips and liquids with his self. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
PRINCE_Z_E_T_A Posted March 29, 2015 Author Share Posted March 29, 2015 i GENERAL INFORMATION Name: Zeta Adnet RozenAzure (Zet-ah Add-net Roh-zen Ah-zu-reh) Pet name (nick name): Azure/ Zeta DOB: May 13 Age: 18 Position: Uke Medical information: Masochistic disorder, fantasy prone personality, anorexia Personality: Zeta would had been a gentleman and even similar to his mother's tales a blue prince from a fairy tale. However Zeta never got out of his grief and so much was that grief that he found pain to be his comfort. His personality has conformed to a fantasy world within his head, he is secluded in a rhythm that revolves around his "master." To Zeta there is nothing but a blank world where the only real thing is pain and pain is his master. silence, passiveness, and obedience characterize him now. Zeta is a withered blue rose... Background: Zeta was born to a single mother in the outskirts of Central London, England. In a small town known as Raven's nest. Zeta's mother devoted the 5 years that she was able to live with her beloved son. Since she was a hardworking woman and barely made ends meet her health was not an issue of interest. At the premature age of 24 she lost her life to cancer and her beloved son who knew nothing more than he was a prince, secluded within his mother's tales of his royal destiny. Not too long after her death, perhaps half a day he was taken to an orphanage and unable to grieve he found a lover, a mother, and himself in pain. After 2 years of being within that orphanage he discovered his undying love for pain. He realized that he loved attention in pain and he found that pain was always present when he needed it. Zeta would purposely get punished in the orphanage and when that was not enough he fell prey to a sickening desire to flee. He fled one evening and never again saw that place again nor his old town. A child that wonders alone will find trouble and so it was. Zeta may not recall one aspect of his past only his twisted memories tell him his master is pain. However as its obvious he was kidnapped and sold in an auction. He was sold for purity and quality and of course his beauty. His now master delights in his presence and Zeta finds his master Pain to be all he ever "wanted." Likes: Pain, Master, blue roses, the rain, and drawing in secrecy Zeta delights in secrecy to read literature like that of Shakespeare and Gothic tales. He sometimes is lucky to find one of his master's books and finds nothing more beautiful than reading. He also secretly draws and has an a longing passion to play the violin. He admires his master play instruments and when he does admire him he lets his mind wonder upon another life. Dislikes: being suffocated, being blindfolded, and being caged withing constricted places. The scent of decomposition and the sight of death. He doesn't like to eat he has an eating disorder. (anorexia) Other information:~ Has never had sex ~Has constructed a hiding place within his master's estate. His master has no knowledge of. ~ Unknowingly loves one of the other "slaves" =+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+= I admire his figure and the way he plays with that cup. Today master looks as if he has more in his mind, I want to be near him and I think that I will walk to him in a little bit. Now I have to finish cleaning the floor. With long stretches forward my arms wipe the floor. On the floor's lustrous surface I see my face. My hair is like yesterday's and so are my other features. I look like myself, I look like no other I. Swirls and more force unto this floor I want my master to notice my hard work. I know I have been a good boy. I know he will come by and do that gesture with his hand. He will call me to his grace and he will pet my hair. Finally ti's done I've done a grand work and surely now I can approach my perfect lord. I rise to my feet and all that surrounds this spacious kitchen in where my master's meals are served looks perfectly in place. A step forward and another I bow my head a little lower and all around me the scent of warm milk invades my nostrils. Milk and that particular cologne of his. forward and another forward step closer to my lord I bow my head a little lower. When I am to his mercy I kneel beside him and set my face over his polished shoe. I adore him. I speak foolishly. "My master, oh my eloquent master... may I serve you? May I be privileged to serve you?" ( THE SPOILER IF FOR YOU, WHIMSICAWL AN APOLOGY FOR NOT POSTING SOON ENOUGH AND ALSO FOR FUTURE REFERENCE) Please Register/ Sign In, in order to see the links. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Whimsicawl Posted March 29, 2015 Share Posted March 29, 2015 Steepling his rough hands in it's sublime dominant pose, he lets a scorn run across his face just for the skinny rookie beneath him. Kiri spoils zero time tilting the glass cup, letting its milky contents waterfall down Zeta's tiny head, puddling splotches all over the other's clothes and the cold ground he laid upon. If this morning started off with a kiss from Kain, his black haired beauty or Tai, an insatiable masochist then he'd spend the rest of the day puffing clouds of satisfaction and resilience. Instead his whistles lure in this puny shrimp. "I don't remember your name..." he lowly snorts, stomping a giant heel upon the man's dairy coated blonde. The Master shovels his foot deeper, pressing Zeta's baby cheeks against the ground. As he was about to leave and seek out a cute bunny to cut, he drops the glass, watching with narrow eyes as it's sparkling pieces shatter into a thousand. He inhales deeply, a chain of pleasant shivers crackling against his back, he rolls a black eye between Zeta's luscious lips and dazzling crystal glass. "Maybe you help spark a memory with that mouth of yours." he sweeps a cluster of crinkling shards towards his mouth. "Eat it" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
PRINCE_Z_E_T_A Posted April 2, 2015 Author Share Posted April 2, 2015 suddenly the still warm milk of my master's cup drenches my head. His caring manner is ever so ample he truly is grand in every aspect. I bow lower, his grace can never be tainted by my foul ways. The dim white droplets on the floor I can see still reflect my face. I look as if I had been standing under the water, As I attempt to bow my master's foot pushes my head unto the wet floor and ungracefully I make an attempt to look up to him. He speaks to me and asks my name, I would of answered the but just as the milk had fallen from the cup, the cup within my master's hands slips and crashes beside me. The shards remind me of the chandeliers and all the glassy things in master's state. Matter of fact now that I think of it I have many shards of colorful glass shards in my secret castle. Perhaps one day I shall show them to master. A moment of silence I stare at the glass, 'Stay still for a moment Zeta.' I tell myself. I realize it then my master has paid me mind and finally I am under his grace. Not Kain or anyone my master favors. Not anyone my master shows off or brings within his dwellings. I am here under his grace and at this very time I know that whatever he asks of me I will do because he cares for me. As I listen to his deep inhale and sudden command that goes; "Maybe you help spark a memory with that mouth of yours." "Eat it" My master commands. 'Yes, my lord..' I whisper to myself, and he directs me to the glass shards. Without any thought I know what will become of me as far as I know glass draws the velvet out from me. Surely when I masticate the sharp piece of glass my lips and inner mouth will hurt. Pain is a gift my master pleases to give and I am grateful for his attentions. Without further thought I do as I am told and find one of the sharper pieces and with a sight recall my time with pain since I can't recall anything more than that love I put the piece in my mouth and the recognizable sensation sparks from my mouth to every inch of my body. Sharp like thorns but thorns that pierce at my tongue and every part of my mouth is agonizing in that very sensation. I close my eyes and the warmth of the velvet covers all of me. Milk and velvet run down my body. This is pain my only friend and this is pain that my most beloved has granted me. I.. I know not of what is happening after all that sweet pain. Suddenly a white noise and bawling, who is doing that? I am drifting away.... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Whimsicawl Posted April 2, 2015 Share Posted April 2, 2015 Zeta's dots of crimson pools nicely with his unsweetened milk by mixing red and white into large puddles of strawberry cream and sparkly sprinkles. It's so nostalgic, bringing back memories of a sweet little blue haired boy with a dick that tasted of gingerbread and cum exquisitely fruity like. Would Zeta taste similar? With his boyish heart shaped face and locks of wavy blonde, he expected no less than a mix of cream and sugar. Kiri surveys in utmost delight at the shrill wails ripping up the silence in his manor. "I like the way you scream, boy." he lowly chuckles, before finally addressing his boy. "Zeta, you like don't you? You like the way it hurts your throat?" he quizzically asks, bending his knees down so his head is just above a cluster of gold. Kiri soothingly runs a large hand through the fluffy strands till he stops at the back of his head and fists the blonde strands so they stare right into each other's eyes. Bouts of intrigue focus on the rim of his black pupils, he takes in every luscious wrinkle inbetween Zeta's eyebrows and every fragmented piece of glass stuck to his bleeding mouth. Without a moment's hesitation, as quickly as he had yanked up his head, Kiri smashes Zeta's face down into the pile of shattered blades. A bold, sadistic laugh escapes his own throat as he wipes the juicy floor clean with Zeta's face. "Lick it clean! Eat it up!" he barks out, falling into a state of blue pleasure as he shoves and yanks the head repeatedly all over the floor. "And tell me how much you love it!" his own lips crinkling up to a massive grin, Kiri shudders over another puddle of blood oozing out of the boy's mouth. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
PRINCE_Z_E_T_A Posted April 7, 2015 Author Share Posted April 7, 2015 Where em I....? I felt my eyes open so brusquely and my body in a flurry was tossed unto what felt like a wall. I couldn't see very much but I could feel my mouth numb and for that reason I couldn't speak a word. The first thought that crossed my head was if I had made my master angry because I didn't eat all the glass. I remember the last thing I saw was the polished floor it was covered with glass and my hue. The hue and the milk made an almost strawberry and milk tone and after that and all the bawling. I lost my thought. I try to feel my way around and a breeze blows from somewhere. I feel metal because it is cold and hard like metal so I assume it is metal. The a pressure slowly I recognize on my neck and I appear to have a necklace on me. One that squeezes as I pull forward. Slowly the blurry surrounding comes to a clear and I see my legs are spread apart and I realize this is why no matter how I squirmed I couldn't move. I am bare and ashamed at my state that my master may see my disgusting appearance. Master must of set me here because I embarrassed him I think that he may never id me the privilege to be that close again. As I start to feel pain cease my heart and wet droplets roll down my cheeks steps approach the door of the room I'm in. The particular rhythm of the steps remind me of my Master and I anguished try to press my legs together and cover my nudity. ' It is Master he will be so angry... he will never pay me mind...' ' I was such a fool I should of done all he asked but I passed out and I couldn't. he had given me love through that glass, those shards were his attention and I threw my opportunity aside.' I heard his steps cease when he came closer to the door, the nob turned and I closed my eyes shut. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Whimsicawl Posted April 9, 2015 Share Posted April 9, 2015 Between the epoch of Zeta's unconsciousness, he'd started and was finishing a little pet decorating with a blue ribbon in right hand and a confetti shaker inside the other. From head to toe he'd wiped down blood, milk and any glass remains on his blue rose and to substitute, a pepper spray of gem bright confetti all over Zeta's body. "You're my little cupcake, aren't you?" he utters lowly to himself, haven't realized the other had woken up. Kiri adjusts the cuffs on the other's ankles, spinning a metal dial that securely hugs the boy before reeling the master wire attached to the wall to better string Zeta up like a pig in a slaughterhouse. "Legs nice and wide, darling..." Blue is undoubtedly his favorite color, since red could be seen any time he wants. So when the other's bright eyes blink, he hovers his rough, strong hands above his fruity, little dick and places a soft kiss on the other's lips. "You're breathtaking Zeta; those legs spreading out to let me in..." he runs a hand down the other's inner thighs and places a firm, but gentle hold on a round, left cheek. "And you woke in just the right moment..." Kiri loops the blue ribbon around the base of the boy's snowy cock, pulling it tight before looping two other holes around into a butterfly knot. "Perfect." he hisses, greedy black eyes focused on the best thing that made Zeta his hand chosen slave. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
PRINCE_Z_E_T_A Posted April 16, 2015 Author Share Posted April 16, 2015 A word from Zeta: "We royals are the most filthy and disgusting messes you'll find. Under our royal clothes are leather suits and when the lights are off we have whips and chains." "just, shh... keep it secret." nobility nobility nobility nobility nobility inability nobility nobility nobility nobility nobility --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ? Fluttering butterflies are those that are in my stomach at this time. Master Kiri has corresponded me he is with me and no matter the position that makes me feel so ashamed i know I please him and he is not angry. I truly wished this moment for so long. I see him near me and a strange sensation in over my hips. He is closer and my body is covered in green little particles. The thing between my legs is prickling with a strange sensation and my master looks over me feeling my bottom and legs. I've felt his touch I think someone else's touch on some occasion I don't very much recall. My master looks interested on what is between my legs, I don't see much of it myself and at this very time I care not to see what happens with it. My master appears to like it he takes hold of it and I see his other hand has a blue ribbon. no thought crosses my mind until that ribbon is tied hard around the thing between my legs. A sudden pain crawls from that thing to my hips and all over my upper body. The pain is so great that I buck forward and my body convulses for a few seconds. "M--MAh!" Odd noises come out my mouth as I squirm. "mm---ah..." I try my best to close my legs but these chains hold me open and I know that my master wishes this but something on the back on my head wishes to say something and I can't quite hear it. 'My master is what matter now.' I tell myself. The tight feeling of the lace around this thing makes tears come out my eyes and I can't think too clearly then. "m--mah--- aah..." Something is happening I don't like it... 'Quiet Zeta Master wants to pay attention to you!' Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Whimsicawl Posted May 4, 2015 Share Posted May 4, 2015 Grass which colors of growing foliage peek in between corners of Kiri's dungeon walls from above to stare down on a couple's affairs behind closed doors. If it weren't for the bar of LED light helplessly twitching inches above dirty, clumps of gold strands, the reflecting gleam from the Master's eyes would appear a lot less bright and his smirk soft of ill intentions. "Did you know, Zeta?" his voice tremors into the beat of the boy's puny heart. "That your Master is mentally unwell? So much so that he didn't realize how uncanny it was to visit a psychologist and a psychiatrist each day of the week for the first twenty years since his fifth birthday?" Kiri points his snowy chin down, leering upon the pretty rainbow sparkles spread all across the man's flesh. Birthdays, Christmas and Easter, those were his favorite holidays, and though he never took time to ask himself why, he glazes his eyes to the left, past memories of his emotionally deprived life and lands a rough, stinging kiss on the boy's lips. He nips and he chews, digging his canines past skin, flesh and the little veins that holds all the blood safe. "Mph..." he keeps his face close, not more than an inch from Zeta's eyes so his tongue drags itself up past a button nose and swivels just in the pockets of the boy's soft cornea. "But did you also know... they chose the wrong therapy for the wrong patient." he softly slurps the blondes blue eyeball, licking it crystal clean till it matches the definition of 'pristine' and draws back to watch a bit of red drip down still in tact eyes. "And I didn't get the proper treatment till I landed my first boy on this hook with his mouth sewn shut and his hole gaping wide for me to tear...with pretty eyes I would chew till I couldn't hear any crunch and with a dick that's was just as hard as it was on his body and as it was on my salad bowl." Kiri pules, his moans bleeding through his mouth like a patient who cut his tongue on paper. "Zeta... won't you be a good boy... be a good pill for your Master? Your Master is mentally ill and he needs his does of medication..." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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