Mistress Discipline in leather (1)
Apr 5, 2020 17:17:51 GMT -5
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Post by h2f on Apr 5, 2020 17:17:51 GMT -5
**Mistress Discipline’s face, with glasses sitting on her nose, and her iconic high collared blue shirt, appear as we join the video meeting. We can just make out two pencils holding a messy bun as she looks towards the right side of the screen.** “Sixty-eight, Sixty-nine... I plan to start the club meeting in a moment however I would like to ensure everyone is able to have the time to log on and join... Also we need more than half of the participants to keep with Robert’s Rules for a meeting in which we vote for actions.”
**There is silence for a moment before another female voice starts humming the end of the overture of 1812. While humming cannot include all of the instrumentation for Tchaikovsky’s overture, she makes a valiant effort to include the cannons.**
**Upon completion of the song, Mistress Discipline looks up and begins the meeting in a tone that, to the untrained, would not convey sarcasm** “Thank you, Chaos for the waiting music. I am sure those of you who just logged on appreciated it.“
**She shakes her head once before continuing** “Today we are continuing our discussion from the last meeting. Death Trap has noticed our radio advertisements. We need to continue to escalate our method of communication. I have contacted a few Television networks to determine which is the most cost effective choice. However this is not what today’s meeting concerns. Rather I wish to discuss: What makes a good TV add?”
“Cute puppies? Sad puppies? Definitely puppies! Don’t you remember the super bowl adds from a few years back?”**Chaos interjects suddenly.**
** Mistress Discipline continues as though she wasn’t interrupted.** “I ask because we need to know how we, the largest Death Trap fan club, can promote our core values and further our goals?”
“Wait, we have goals? What are our goals? Nudity, male nudity? To see more of Death Trap’s abs on TV? Can we capture him and put him in hand cuffs”
** Mistress Discipline glares at the right of the screen as she interjects into her interrupter’s comments.** “We will not discuss methodology that is illegal; like forced relocation and false imprisonment. Furthermore, we will not discuss methodology that can cause harm. Handcuffs can hurt a person if they are trying to get away.”
**Chaos speaks again.** “Fuzzy handcuffs then. So he doesn’t hurt himself. Then we oil him down and video that!”
** Mistress Discipline shakes her head once before continuing.** “We need to decide who we should have on screen. I have some-“
** Chaos clears her throat.** “Obviously our fearless leader will star in the video. I sent you an outfit I think will be perfect! Did you get it yet?”
**Slightly annoyed by the frequent interjections, Mistress Discipline decides to respond in the hopes of getting the meeting back on task.** “I received a package. It has been sitting in the garage for the last three days to ensure it is not contaminated.”
**Chaos makes a fart sound.** “It’s fine. I’m sure it’s fine. Just, go try it on! We'll wait!”
**Mistress Discipline returns looking angry. Her hair is starting to fall out of her bun and flyaways fall down from the front, sides and back. She picks up the computer and moves before placing it on a bookcase at her eye level; her movements seem restrained, as though she is unable to bend fully and each slow formal move she makes is accented by a unique squeak noise. It sounds like stiff leather rubbing against stiff leather. The desk the computer had been on is just behind and to the right of her new location. The box the outfit came in still sits on the desk and an object is on top of the box. Mistress Discipline then steps back from the computer and we are able to see her full outfit.**
** Mistress Discipline is covered from just below her chin down to her ankles in brown leather. Her long sleeves are buckled tightest against her wrists. The whole ensemble is form fitting and there seems to be an overabundance of buckles, straps and more than one zipper placed at an angle then the outfit should require. The bodice piece of the top is secured with eyelets and more leather; like a double leather corset on top of a leather shirt. This is a lot of stiff brown leather.**
**A moment later female giggling reminiscent of 12 year old girls is audible. Mistress Discipline slowly shakes her head.** “Chaos, you have been very naughty on Amazon.”
** The giggling intensifies. Mistress Discipline grabs a riding crop from the top of the box on the desk with her right hand.** “You clearly want to be punished.” **She accents this pronouncement by smacking the riding crop against her left hand.**
** Mistress Discipline nods once.** “Just wait, Chaos, just wait.”
**Between giggles, Chaos tries to speak,** “Just *giggle* thinking of *giggle* how to help *giggle* you *longer giggle* the best.” *she takes a large breath before continuing* “You could even wear this outfit into the rumble.”
** Mistress Discipline seems to consider this outfit, the idea of wearing the outfit into the rumble, and Chaos in a general sense.** “Wearing this outfit in the rumble would never work. It is too tight and I can barely breathe. I feel as if the top would burst open if I take too big a breath.”
**The giggling returns but Chaos is able to get out her thoughts,** “Even better! A distraction would allow you to stun the competition and more easily throw them out of the ring.”
** Mistress Discipline takes a large breath, the leather squeaks, then she sighs.*** “No. A. This is a child friendly show and this is not the example we want to set. B. This is not how I wish to win. More importantly, wearing this outfit into the rumble, where I am bound to be noticed, will not further the goal to gain respect for female wrestlers. Half the time I feel as though I am not taken as anything other than a lust struck fool. That others think I am a one dimensional person, one who is only in this fight to help Death Trap, will not be helped by this outfit. I am here to get noticed, yes. But not just by Death Trap. I am here to earn respect from other wrestlers, as a wrestler, not a big busted chick that is unable to think for herself; who is only looking for a real man to take care of her. I may help Death Trap in the rumble but I would like to think he would help me too; if only because we come from the same federation and he seems to enjoy watching me dominate the competition.”
**The next of Chaos’s giggles turns into a snort.** “He does seem like a bottom”
** Mistress Discipline looks slightly off right of the computer camera.** “He has been held at the bottom of a pile of topless men before.”
**Chaos is quick to interrupt,** “No! I will not listen to another discussion on this again. I will hang up. I will. Don’t test me. It happened years ago - over a decade. Leave it in the past. Let’s talk about oiling his body again.”
** Mistress Discipline returns her attention to the camera.** “That I would like the opportunity to watch cold coconut oil melt on his abs, that I would like to rub said oil into his abs, is entirely a different matter. I can have more than one goal. I can focus on my preparations for the rumble and check the competition while also leading this club. Multi-tasking is easy. Though admittedly, my increase in training for the rumble is taking up more time than I thought it would. Sure, we are confined to our homes and I have a home gym with a Pelican training system that allows me to join virtual yoga and pilates classes but-”
**Chaos is back to interjections** “Yes and our new kick boxing class is going great on the wii but what’s the point.”
** Mistress Discipline continues her thoughts*** “The physical training, the endurance runs, all of that are only one part of the preparations needed. There are so many contestants to watch. To read up on. I am feeling slightly overwhelmed even if I know I will not have to wrestle all of them. Just knowing their names seems as though it is too much. Like who is that wrestler with the ape?”
“Chimpo?” **Chaos tries to help.**
**Mistress Discipline shakes her head** “That is not the man of the pair.”
**Another snort from Chaos.** “Like I care what the human’s name is.”
** Mistress Discipline tries to refocus the conversation.** “The point is: I need to have a better understanding of the competition - in addition to maintaining my current physical training.”
**Chaos summarizes,** “So you need someone to help you manage all the names and styles that will be there, like a manager."
**Mistress Discipline cocks her head to the side in consideration,** “Yes, I need a manager but I need to be selective in that process. Some of the other ladies in the competition are very clearly managed by guys.”
**Chaos coos,** “Don’t worry, I’ll help you!”
** Mistress Discipline freezes.** “What? That is not what I was implying.”
** Mistress Discipline takes an almost deep breath, again the leather squeaks, then slowly lets it out.** “I mean, I would hate to impose on your limited free time. I know you are still working during this difficult time.”
**Chaos’s response is fast.** “But this would be a fun distraction! Especially now that paintball is on hold because we can’t all be at the field at the same time. And shooting people with anything that can aim, other than a paintball marker, is still frowned upon and/or illegal.”
**Resigned to her new manager, Mistress Discipline continues,** “Very well. We will discuss this further tomorrow. As for the club business, I would like each of you to send me your idea or ideas that would make a good Death Trap Fan Club Television advertisement no later than next Tuesday. I will compile those requests into a poll and send that round for voting. Are there any questions?"
(Should start at Minute 14)
**There is silence for a moment before another female voice starts humming the end of the overture of 1812. While humming cannot include all of the instrumentation for Tchaikovsky’s overture, she makes a valiant effort to include the cannons.**
**Upon completion of the song, Mistress Discipline looks up and begins the meeting in a tone that, to the untrained, would not convey sarcasm** “Thank you, Chaos for the waiting music. I am sure those of you who just logged on appreciated it.“
**She shakes her head once before continuing** “Today we are continuing our discussion from the last meeting. Death Trap has noticed our radio advertisements. We need to continue to escalate our method of communication. I have contacted a few Television networks to determine which is the most cost effective choice. However this is not what today’s meeting concerns. Rather I wish to discuss: What makes a good TV add?”
“Cute puppies? Sad puppies? Definitely puppies! Don’t you remember the super bowl adds from a few years back?”**Chaos interjects suddenly.**
** Mistress Discipline continues as though she wasn’t interrupted.** “I ask because we need to know how we, the largest Death Trap fan club, can promote our core values and further our goals?”
“Wait, we have goals? What are our goals? Nudity, male nudity? To see more of Death Trap’s abs on TV? Can we capture him and put him in hand cuffs”
** Mistress Discipline glares at the right of the screen as she interjects into her interrupter’s comments.** “We will not discuss methodology that is illegal; like forced relocation and false imprisonment. Furthermore, we will not discuss methodology that can cause harm. Handcuffs can hurt a person if they are trying to get away.”
**Chaos speaks again.** “Fuzzy handcuffs then. So he doesn’t hurt himself. Then we oil him down and video that!”
** Mistress Discipline shakes her head once before continuing.** “We need to decide who we should have on screen. I have some-“
** Chaos clears her throat.** “Obviously our fearless leader will star in the video. I sent you an outfit I think will be perfect! Did you get it yet?”
**Slightly annoyed by the frequent interjections, Mistress Discipline decides to respond in the hopes of getting the meeting back on task.** “I received a package. It has been sitting in the garage for the last three days to ensure it is not contaminated.”
**Chaos makes a fart sound.** “It’s fine. I’m sure it’s fine. Just, go try it on! We'll wait!”
**Mistress Discipline returns looking angry. Her hair is starting to fall out of her bun and flyaways fall down from the front, sides and back. She picks up the computer and moves before placing it on a bookcase at her eye level; her movements seem restrained, as though she is unable to bend fully and each slow formal move she makes is accented by a unique squeak noise. It sounds like stiff leather rubbing against stiff leather. The desk the computer had been on is just behind and to the right of her new location. The box the outfit came in still sits on the desk and an object is on top of the box. Mistress Discipline then steps back from the computer and we are able to see her full outfit.**
** Mistress Discipline is covered from just below her chin down to her ankles in brown leather. Her long sleeves are buckled tightest against her wrists. The whole ensemble is form fitting and there seems to be an overabundance of buckles, straps and more than one zipper placed at an angle then the outfit should require. The bodice piece of the top is secured with eyelets and more leather; like a double leather corset on top of a leather shirt. This is a lot of stiff brown leather.**
**A moment later female giggling reminiscent of 12 year old girls is audible. Mistress Discipline slowly shakes her head.** “Chaos, you have been very naughty on Amazon.”
** The giggling intensifies. Mistress Discipline grabs a riding crop from the top of the box on the desk with her right hand.** “You clearly want to be punished.” **She accents this pronouncement by smacking the riding crop against her left hand.**
** Mistress Discipline nods once.** “Just wait, Chaos, just wait.”
**Between giggles, Chaos tries to speak,** “Just *giggle* thinking of *giggle* how to help *giggle* you *longer giggle* the best.” *she takes a large breath before continuing* “You could even wear this outfit into the rumble.”
** Mistress Discipline seems to consider this outfit, the idea of wearing the outfit into the rumble, and Chaos in a general sense.** “Wearing this outfit in the rumble would never work. It is too tight and I can barely breathe. I feel as if the top would burst open if I take too big a breath.”
**The giggling returns but Chaos is able to get out her thoughts,** “Even better! A distraction would allow you to stun the competition and more easily throw them out of the ring.”
** Mistress Discipline takes a large breath, the leather squeaks, then she sighs.*** “No. A. This is a child friendly show and this is not the example we want to set. B. This is not how I wish to win. More importantly, wearing this outfit into the rumble, where I am bound to be noticed, will not further the goal to gain respect for female wrestlers. Half the time I feel as though I am not taken as anything other than a lust struck fool. That others think I am a one dimensional person, one who is only in this fight to help Death Trap, will not be helped by this outfit. I am here to get noticed, yes. But not just by Death Trap. I am here to earn respect from other wrestlers, as a wrestler, not a big busted chick that is unable to think for herself; who is only looking for a real man to take care of her. I may help Death Trap in the rumble but I would like to think he would help me too; if only because we come from the same federation and he seems to enjoy watching me dominate the competition.”
**The next of Chaos’s giggles turns into a snort.** “He does seem like a bottom”
** Mistress Discipline looks slightly off right of the computer camera.** “He has been held at the bottom of a pile of topless men before.”
**Chaos is quick to interrupt,** “No! I will not listen to another discussion on this again. I will hang up. I will. Don’t test me. It happened years ago - over a decade. Leave it in the past. Let’s talk about oiling his body again.”
** Mistress Discipline returns her attention to the camera.** “That I would like the opportunity to watch cold coconut oil melt on his abs, that I would like to rub said oil into his abs, is entirely a different matter. I can have more than one goal. I can focus on my preparations for the rumble and check the competition while also leading this club. Multi-tasking is easy. Though admittedly, my increase in training for the rumble is taking up more time than I thought it would. Sure, we are confined to our homes and I have a home gym with a Pelican training system that allows me to join virtual yoga and pilates classes but-”
**Chaos is back to interjections** “Yes and our new kick boxing class is going great on the wii but what’s the point.”
** Mistress Discipline continues her thoughts*** “The physical training, the endurance runs, all of that are only one part of the preparations needed. There are so many contestants to watch. To read up on. I am feeling slightly overwhelmed even if I know I will not have to wrestle all of them. Just knowing their names seems as though it is too much. Like who is that wrestler with the ape?”
“Chimpo?” **Chaos tries to help.**
**Mistress Discipline shakes her head** “That is not the man of the pair.”
**Another snort from Chaos.** “Like I care what the human’s name is.”
** Mistress Discipline tries to refocus the conversation.** “The point is: I need to have a better understanding of the competition - in addition to maintaining my current physical training.”
**Chaos summarizes,** “So you need someone to help you manage all the names and styles that will be there, like a manager."
**Mistress Discipline cocks her head to the side in consideration,** “Yes, I need a manager but I need to be selective in that process. Some of the other ladies in the competition are very clearly managed by guys.”
**Chaos coos,** “Don’t worry, I’ll help you!”
** Mistress Discipline freezes.** “What? That is not what I was implying.”
** Mistress Discipline takes an almost deep breath, again the leather squeaks, then slowly lets it out.** “I mean, I would hate to impose on your limited free time. I know you are still working during this difficult time.”
**Chaos’s response is fast.** “But this would be a fun distraction! Especially now that paintball is on hold because we can’t all be at the field at the same time. And shooting people with anything that can aim, other than a paintball marker, is still frowned upon and/or illegal.”
**Resigned to her new manager, Mistress Discipline continues,** “Very well. We will discuss this further tomorrow. As for the club business, I would like each of you to send me your idea or ideas that would make a good Death Trap Fan Club Television advertisement no later than next Tuesday. I will compile those requests into a poll and send that round for voting. Are there any questions?"
