Mistress Discipline in a pickle (3)
Apr 16, 2020 7:09:07 GMT -5
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Post by h2f on Apr 16, 2020 7:09:07 GMT -5
**Mistress Discipline is pacing. She walks left across the screen. She walks right across the screen. Her arms are held behind her as she walks. While her hair is in a bun, her glasses on her nose, and her shirt is blue, she is wearing something different. Rather than the brown short shorts she is seen fighting in, she is wearing a brown-**
“Pencil skirt. Ah, fecal material.” **Chaos whispers.**
** Mistress Discipline looks up at the computer.** “What was that?”
**Chaos clears her throat.** “Nothing, Mistress. By chance, what shoes are you wearing?”
** Mistress Discipline looks down at her feet and back up at the computer camera** “Shoes?”
“Yes,” **Chaos clears her throat again,** “shoes, those things that cover your toe-zies.”
** Mistress Discipline rotates her head 35 degrees clockwise.** “Crocks?”
**Chaos breaths out and asks in a small voice,** “Just crocks?”
** Mistress Discipline rotates her head in the other direction.** “No, I am wearing the crocks because I did not wish to ruin my socks. I am wearing my fuzzy Mrs. Wolf socks. My mother’s basement can get cold.” ** The last sentence sounds more defensive then she meant it to.**
**Chaos made a noise in the back of her throat.** “Mistress, what’s wrong?”
** Mistress Discipline steps closer to the computer.** “Do you think I am obsessed with Death Trap?”
**Chaos laughs.** “Why do you ask now?”
** Mistress Discipline pulls a chair from off-screen before sitting in it in front of the camera, somewhat hunched over.** “I have a distressing story to tell you. It…frightened me into thinking over my previous actions. I was so sure of myself and my actions before. But now I am concerned I may have taken things too far.”
“Are you saying we shouldn’t have put a GPS tracker on Death Trap’s car or that-“
“What?” ** Mistress Discipline rears up straight** “No, of course that was needed. That is not what I meant at all. Please just let me explain.”
“Yes, Mistress.” **Chaos answers in a way that is unusually meek for her.**
** Mistress Discipline clears her throat.** “Every morning, since I have been in quarantine at my mother’s house, I have gone for a run. The high altitude here, combined with literally running up and down a mountain, means it is a great start to my workout to prepare for the rumble. That it is also through some great forested areas and I often feel like I am running with deer is a bonus. While I acknowledge that I am a single woman under the age of 35 running alone in a forest, a sensationalized killer favorite, I did not feel it would be an issue. For one thing, this area is sparsely populated and most of those who are here this time of year are unlikely to be interested in my running. For another, I am a competitive fighter; I feel confident in my abilities to defend myself without the use of the pepper spray my father insists I keep on my keychain.”
**soft music starts in the background** (now we see who reads at 200 words per minute)
“Oh, me too.” **Chaos supports.**
“Yes,” ** Mistress Discipline responds. Her head is to the side. She seems confused by Chaos’s choice in music but continues** “Yes, that is exactly what happened. This is the route I have always taken. This route has been the same each and every morning and, until this morning, I had not thought much of it. I like this path. It is a challenge but I can smell the evergreen trees at a nearby Christmas tree farm. I had only been running about two miles when a man approached me and waved. Having been waved to several times before during my runs, I waved back and continued going. He stepped in front of my path.”
** Mistress Discipline startles in surprise by the ‘soft’ music in the background. She shakes her head before continuing.** “I have met men before, of course. Yes, after all they compose almost half the number of humans in the US and just over than in the world; occasionally, they would enter a library I volunteered in during college. But I digress; I know I should have expected to have fans. I should have known that, statistically speaking, some would be men. And some of those men would be interested in more than my abilities in the ring… Or rather, they want me to use those same abilities to be used outside the ring.”
“What do you mean?” **Chaos asks**
** Mistress Discipline shakes herself ** “Well you see Chaos, when a man likes a woman very, very much-“
“No,” **Chaos interrupts** “Which ability? Do you mean your ability to cause pain or your ability to dominate while bending? Forcing others to submit to you while you are also bending over is something I have always admired about you. ”
** Mistress Discipline nods at the camera.** “Thanks? But back to this story, this ‘fan’ stops me in the middle of my run to tell me how ‘proud’ of me he is. How ‘pleased’ my actions make him but this ‘silliness’ needs to stop.”
“Sounds like your mom.” **Chaos remarks.**
** Mistress Discipline huffs out a breath.** “Their sentiment is similar but he was referring to the silliness of wrestling outside his bedroom; also, my mother realizes that she cannot control my life and we have come to an understanding that I decide the path I wish to walk along. And my mother also knows I have no desire to be a simpering house wife and birth a half dozen grandbabies – unlike this ‘fan’.”
“No!” **Chaos sounds surprised at the turn of events.**
“Yes, this ‘fan’ was not interested in an autograph. He was not interested in watching me in the ring. He did not want me to hold him down in the ring. He wanted to hold me down outside of it. Now, we all know there are disillusioned people out there, Chaos. People who do not realize that those they are fans of do not know they exist – let alone care about their existence. I acknowledge that these kinds of things do happen and not even to those who are as well known as me. But what is not acceptable is what he said next.”
“I’m kinda concerned what else there is.” **Chaos response.**
** Mistress Discipline cleared her throat.** “It would seem he has collected samples from me without my knowledge. Blood samples. So that he could ensure we were compatible.”
**Chaos takes a turn clearing her throat** “What? That makes no sense”
“Yes.” ** Mistress Discipline agrees.** “I told him as much. His response was to double down and exclaim that the tests proved we were perfect which is why he went into my parent’s house to look around.”
“He was in the house!” **Chaos shrieks.**
“Setting up cameras in the bathrooms” ** Mistress Discipline confirms.**
**Chaos audibly takes a big breath before continuing.** “Him in your bathroom does explain where he retrieved your blood from. Eww! Do you need me to bring my shovel? I can be there in about three hours.”
** Mistress Discipline laughs once** “I am more like three and a half to four hours away.”
**Chaos scoffs.** “Only if you follow the speed guidelines.”
** Mistress Discipline smiles.** “Those are speed Limits. Limits, Chaos. Limits are not guidelines. Limits are laws.”
**Chaos scoffs again.** “But do you need my shovel? A man should not put a camera in a lady’s bathroom. There are rules even I won’t cross.”
**Chaos giggled.** “And exactly how many times did he fall down the mountain, mistress?”
** Mistress Discipline takes a deep breath and slowly lets it out.** “The point to this story, and the only new experience is to have a man break into my locked space, is that it caused me to self reflect on how I have been expressing my feelings towards Death Trap.”
**Chaos makes a very unladylike noise.** “We haven’t gone rooting through his bathroom trash. We haven’t placed cameras in his home bathroom.”
** Mistress Discipline sighed.** “Yes, I know but the doodle poll responses for the TV ad are supporting your idea and your radio ad was viewed, by Death Trap, as being slightly sexualized.”
“That’s because it was for sure sexualized. I’m glad he noticed. I was worried we would have to disrobe, push him to the ground, and beat him over the head with our-“
“Do not” **Mistress Discipline interrupts while shaking her head.** “Please do not threaten sexualized violence against someone we are expressing romantic attachment towards. If it would be inappropriate for a man to do to you, it is inappropriate for you to do to a man. This includes mammary slaps. If someone starts flinching from you, independent of your and their gender, you have done something wrong.”
**Chaos thinks for a moment.** “You are in the rumble. A violent competition. How do you reconcile this ‘free hugs’ idea with a ‘squash ‘em’ state of mind needed to wrestle?”
** Mistress Discipline shrugs.** “Simple. I did not join in the rumble for my libido. I am not grand standing on a pile of long dead bones, like Dylan, determined to get out pent up sexual frustration by punching someone ‘strait in the mouth’.”
“Wait, didn’t he say he was thinking of your body?” **Chaos asks.**
“No, no. He mentioned Steve Awesome’s and Chris Card’s bodies too.” ** Mistress Discipline clarified.**
“Kinky!” **Chaos answers in a very supportive tone.**
** Mistress Discipline pauses.** “No. No, I think he was talking about them being unconscious.”
“That’s not improving things and yet...” **Chaos responds.**
“Please put your thumbs up away, Chaos. We both know Dylan has some serious daddy issues. I think he is trying to express those and express his other frustration all at the same time. Clearly he is hoping to punch until he feels as hurt on the outside as he does on the inside.” ** Mistress Discipline took one credit of psychology in undergrad.**
“Given his clear emotion in this matter, I doubt he’ll last long in the rumble. His diction and tone suggest a brittle outside and a vulnerable soft center. I see him popping like a balloon, if pushed to experience too many emotions at once. Though, he might charge someone first; they’ll duck, and over the ropes he goes - thus disqualifying himself.” **Chaos took two credits of psychology in undergrad.**
** Mistress Discipline attempts to get back on track.** “The points being-”
“That I have a surprise for you! Wait until you hear!” **Chaos interrupts.**
“The points being” ** Mistress Discipline attempts, again, to get back on track,** “One, Dylan in the rumble doesn’t concern me. Two, we should consider our actions in the club, how they would be taken were genders reversed, and adjust accordingly; we have another meeting in very short order and I think we may need to prepare alternative advertisements. Three, I need to look into getting a home security system; one that is run by a company that is willing to come out during these difficult times. Are there any questions?”
“Pencil skirt. Ah, fecal material.” **Chaos whispers.**
** Mistress Discipline looks up at the computer.** “What was that?”
**Chaos clears her throat.** “Nothing, Mistress. By chance, what shoes are you wearing?”
** Mistress Discipline looks down at her feet and back up at the computer camera** “Shoes?”
“Yes,” **Chaos clears her throat again,** “shoes, those things that cover your toe-zies.”
** Mistress Discipline rotates her head 35 degrees clockwise.** “Crocks?”
**Chaos breaths out and asks in a small voice,** “Just crocks?”
** Mistress Discipline rotates her head in the other direction.** “No, I am wearing the crocks because I did not wish to ruin my socks. I am wearing my fuzzy Mrs. Wolf socks. My mother’s basement can get cold.” ** The last sentence sounds more defensive then she meant it to.**
**Chaos made a noise in the back of her throat.** “Mistress, what’s wrong?”
** Mistress Discipline steps closer to the computer.** “Do you think I am obsessed with Death Trap?”
**Chaos laughs.** “Why do you ask now?”
** Mistress Discipline pulls a chair from off-screen before sitting in it in front of the camera, somewhat hunched over.** “I have a distressing story to tell you. It…frightened me into thinking over my previous actions. I was so sure of myself and my actions before. But now I am concerned I may have taken things too far.”
“Are you saying we shouldn’t have put a GPS tracker on Death Trap’s car or that-“
“What?” ** Mistress Discipline rears up straight** “No, of course that was needed. That is not what I meant at all. Please just let me explain.”
“Yes, Mistress.” **Chaos answers in a way that is unusually meek for her.**
** Mistress Discipline clears her throat.** “Every morning, since I have been in quarantine at my mother’s house, I have gone for a run. The high altitude here, combined with literally running up and down a mountain, means it is a great start to my workout to prepare for the rumble. That it is also through some great forested areas and I often feel like I am running with deer is a bonus. While I acknowledge that I am a single woman under the age of 35 running alone in a forest, a sensationalized killer favorite, I did not feel it would be an issue. For one thing, this area is sparsely populated and most of those who are here this time of year are unlikely to be interested in my running. For another, I am a competitive fighter; I feel confident in my abilities to defend myself without the use of the pepper spray my father insists I keep on my keychain.”
**soft music starts in the background** (now we see who reads at 200 words per minute)
“Oh, me too.” **Chaos supports.**
“Yes,” ** Mistress Discipline responds. Her head is to the side. She seems confused by Chaos’s choice in music but continues** “Yes, that is exactly what happened. This is the route I have always taken. This route has been the same each and every morning and, until this morning, I had not thought much of it. I like this path. It is a challenge but I can smell the evergreen trees at a nearby Christmas tree farm. I had only been running about two miles when a man approached me and waved. Having been waved to several times before during my runs, I waved back and continued going. He stepped in front of my path.”
** Mistress Discipline startles in surprise by the ‘soft’ music in the background. She shakes her head before continuing.** “I have met men before, of course. Yes, after all they compose almost half the number of humans in the US and just over than in the world; occasionally, they would enter a library I volunteered in during college. But I digress; I know I should have expected to have fans. I should have known that, statistically speaking, some would be men. And some of those men would be interested in more than my abilities in the ring… Or rather, they want me to use those same abilities to be used outside the ring.”
“What do you mean?” **Chaos asks**
** Mistress Discipline shakes herself ** “Well you see Chaos, when a man likes a woman very, very much-“
“No,” **Chaos interrupts** “Which ability? Do you mean your ability to cause pain or your ability to dominate while bending? Forcing others to submit to you while you are also bending over is something I have always admired about you. ”
** Mistress Discipline nods at the camera.** “Thanks? But back to this story, this ‘fan’ stops me in the middle of my run to tell me how ‘proud’ of me he is. How ‘pleased’ my actions make him but this ‘silliness’ needs to stop.”
“Sounds like your mom.” **Chaos remarks.**
** Mistress Discipline huffs out a breath.** “Their sentiment is similar but he was referring to the silliness of wrestling outside his bedroom; also, my mother realizes that she cannot control my life and we have come to an understanding that I decide the path I wish to walk along. And my mother also knows I have no desire to be a simpering house wife and birth a half dozen grandbabies – unlike this ‘fan’.”
“No!” **Chaos sounds surprised at the turn of events.**
“Yes, this ‘fan’ was not interested in an autograph. He was not interested in watching me in the ring. He did not want me to hold him down in the ring. He wanted to hold me down outside of it. Now, we all know there are disillusioned people out there, Chaos. People who do not realize that those they are fans of do not know they exist – let alone care about their existence. I acknowledge that these kinds of things do happen and not even to those who are as well known as me. But what is not acceptable is what he said next.”
“I’m kinda concerned what else there is.” **Chaos response.**
** Mistress Discipline cleared her throat.** “It would seem he has collected samples from me without my knowledge. Blood samples. So that he could ensure we were compatible.”
**Chaos takes a turn clearing her throat** “What? That makes no sense”
“Yes.” ** Mistress Discipline agrees.** “I told him as much. His response was to double down and exclaim that the tests proved we were perfect which is why he went into my parent’s house to look around.”
“He was in the house!” **Chaos shrieks.**
“Setting up cameras in the bathrooms” ** Mistress Discipline confirms.**
**Chaos audibly takes a big breath before continuing.** “Him in your bathroom does explain where he retrieved your blood from. Eww! Do you need me to bring my shovel? I can be there in about three hours.”
** Mistress Discipline laughs once** “I am more like three and a half to four hours away.”
**Chaos scoffs.** “Only if you follow the speed guidelines.”
** Mistress Discipline smiles.** “Those are speed Limits. Limits, Chaos. Limits are not guidelines. Limits are laws.”
**Chaos scoffs again.** “But do you need my shovel? A man should not put a camera in a lady’s bathroom. There are rules even I won’t cross.”
** Mistress Discipline shakes her head.** “You are not a man, Chaos. I believe I have disillusioned him of his fantasy involving me as his bed candy. Or at least it will be a few weeks before he recovers from his fall down the mountain.”
**Chaos giggled.** “And exactly how many times did he fall down the mountain, mistress?”
** Mistress Discipline takes a deep breath and slowly lets it out.** “The point to this story, and the only new experience is to have a man break into my locked space, is that it caused me to self reflect on how I have been expressing my feelings towards Death Trap.”
**Chaos makes a very unladylike noise.** “We haven’t gone rooting through his bathroom trash. We haven’t placed cameras in his home bathroom.”
** Mistress Discipline sighed.** “Yes, I know but the doodle poll responses for the TV ad are supporting your idea and your radio ad was viewed, by Death Trap, as being slightly sexualized.”
“That’s because it was for sure sexualized. I’m glad he noticed. I was worried we would have to disrobe, push him to the ground, and beat him over the head with our-“
“Do not” **Mistress Discipline interrupts while shaking her head.** “Please do not threaten sexualized violence against someone we are expressing romantic attachment towards. If it would be inappropriate for a man to do to you, it is inappropriate for you to do to a man. This includes mammary slaps. If someone starts flinching from you, independent of your and their gender, you have done something wrong.”
**Chaos thinks for a moment.** “You are in the rumble. A violent competition. How do you reconcile this ‘free hugs’ idea with a ‘squash ‘em’ state of mind needed to wrestle?”
** Mistress Discipline shrugs.** “Simple. I did not join in the rumble for my libido. I am not grand standing on a pile of long dead bones, like Dylan, determined to get out pent up sexual frustration by punching someone ‘strait in the mouth’.”
“Wait, didn’t he say he was thinking of your body?” **Chaos asks.**
“No, no. He mentioned Steve Awesome’s and Chris Card’s bodies too.” ** Mistress Discipline clarified.**
“Kinky!” **Chaos answers in a very supportive tone.**
** Mistress Discipline pauses.** “No. No, I think he was talking about them being unconscious.”
“That’s not improving things and yet...” **Chaos responds.**
“Please put your thumbs up away, Chaos. We both know Dylan has some serious daddy issues. I think he is trying to express those and express his other frustration all at the same time. Clearly he is hoping to punch until he feels as hurt on the outside as he does on the inside.” ** Mistress Discipline took one credit of psychology in undergrad.**
“Given his clear emotion in this matter, I doubt he’ll last long in the rumble. His diction and tone suggest a brittle outside and a vulnerable soft center. I see him popping like a balloon, if pushed to experience too many emotions at once. Though, he might charge someone first; they’ll duck, and over the ropes he goes - thus disqualifying himself.” **Chaos took two credits of psychology in undergrad.**
** Mistress Discipline attempts to get back on track.** “The points being-”
“That I have a surprise for you! Wait until you hear!” **Chaos interrupts.**
“The points being” ** Mistress Discipline attempts, again, to get back on track,** “One, Dylan in the rumble doesn’t concern me. Two, we should consider our actions in the club, how they would be taken were genders reversed, and adjust accordingly; we have another meeting in very short order and I think we may need to prepare alternative advertisements. Three, I need to look into getting a home security system; one that is run by a company that is willing to come out during these difficult times. Are there any questions?”
