Match One: Frost Vs. Synn

[Kaleb Steele]

RP Limit: 1 Per Character

RP Deadline: 12/30/2022 @12am PST

Sara Frost Vs. Mistress Synn

[Synn]

The club was empty. The dark blue of the low lights glints off glitter and glasses left on the tables and floor. A GOSSAMER RED CURTAIN flaps in front of a deep partition in the wall. The kind of place one imagines private parties to be held. In SILHOUETTE, the undulating curves and lines of a woman dances to the sensual MUSIC wafting through the club while Hungry eyes leer over her, thirstily lips licking themselves.

Bianca was legitimately frightened by the allure of her patron watching her in silence. She couldn't quite help but feel a little bit unnerved as her lungs heaved with each anxious breath she took and her body pulsating to the beat of the music.

Later, She was given the instruction to meet this woman after the show. The mystery was equally terrifying and compelling as she stood in front of the thick, rustic, cast iron dungeon door, wondering what lay behind it.

The handwritten note the beautiful Mistress left Bianca was clear: 'After properly dressed', knock on the iron door three times. Kneel in prayer and wait.'

That's exactly what Bianca did.

At the time, it seemed strange. She was nervous to fulfill the instruction, but she willed herself regardless. So what if nothing made sense right now? Seeing Mistress's true desire for her finally made her feel important; special. Her body and knees felt weak all over, but somehow she worked up the courage and made it. Shivering nervously, Bianca had to convince herself that the only 'right thing' left to do was to take care of her wants, her needs, her desires.

She was scared, her heart was racing. But she loved this. Mistress had set her world on fire.

She then knocked on the door three times, as ordered.

Then, the humbling realization of her next task: to kneel down in front of the door in prayer. She never prayed before; and even so, this all seemed a bit provocative and gratuitous. The thought had crossed her mind many times before.. 'what if Synn was just one of those wackos?' Bianca was told on a regular basis that she was a very beautiful woman; sometimes even called sexy by interested acquaintances. She was fully aware that Synn -could- just be another person on to take advantage of lovely Bianca Townsend. It seemed to her in that moment perhaps maybe that's all she'd ever be. It's just, something about Mistress Synn came off as different than all of the rest.

The way that she looked at her. The passion drowning her eyes. Her soul smoldering beneath intense waves.

She then thought of All the low-life losers who spurned her into a false sense of love. 'They' had criticized her beliefs, her livelihood, and even her heart.

In a moment of anger for all of those who ever ridiculed her, misled her, used her and abused her, she slid down to her knees in a rare moment of self-confidence.

Confidence beyond reason. Faith beyond logic.

She lowered her head, and folded her hands in front of her. She didn't know how to pray, or what to pray for. At first, she prayed that Mistress would come up and just open the door. But a minute passed. Two minutes passed after that. Soon, her knees were aching. She wondered if Mistress was ever going to come. She felt nervous and scared. Then, she prayed for peace. She prayed for comfort. She prayed that whatever lay beyond that door, that she'd remember whatever it was that pissed her off and that she'd use that as motivation to impress Mistress Synn.

Then, like Divine Intervention, her prayers were answered.

A loud latch on the other side of the iron door signaled that her prayers would be answered. The heavy door creaked as it opened, and Mistress Synn was standing within the threshold. Bianca looked up at her, and smiled. She was so glad to see her, she really wanted her to notice the attention to detail that she had matched her hair, lipstick, and nail polish all to the same deep shade of red that she loved so much. Bianca started to make her way back to her feet to enter the room, that's when Mistress pushed her back down to her knees.

She then ordered her to crawl into the room.

Her cheeks now turning red, she put one hand in front of the other and crawled, literally, into the dungeon room. Her knees made the floors squeak loudly, making the moment that much worse for her. But even as negative emotions tried to take over; looking up and seeing Synn poised in her leather black latex outfit, riding crop in hand, and stiletto heels to match. She was confident, assertive, and knew exactly what she expected out of her. She was absolutely amazed how she could both make her feel like the most stunning creature alive and treat her like less than a common servant.

Then she noticed it. Among the candle lit dungeon room, in a dark shadowed area in the far corner. A distressed wooden cross with heavy metal shackles attached to it.

That's when she told her his plan for her.

"Uhm, uhh, Mistress.." She said, her lips quivering. "A-are you, s-sure about this?"

"My dear Bianca..." Synn said in that soothing voice of hers as she brushed Bianca's hair away from her face gently. "It is not me who needs to be sure."

Bianca looked over from her heels to the base of the cross. The cross itself was embedded deep within the concrete floor; there was no moving it from its spot in the dungeon. More importantly, if someone like her were to be shackled to it; there's no conceivable escape.

"It's.. it's just.." She stammered. "It's not that I don't trust you.. I-"

"Stand." Mistress said in a deep, commanding voice.

Shivering in fear, Bianca had a choice. She knew what she wanted to do: she told her that she had prepared her for a 'trial'. She didn't know what that meant at the time, but now she had a pretty good idea of what that might be. For the first time since she met her, she was legitimately scared of what the buxom vixen might do to her; and thus everything that she had once felt kneeling at the iron door was instantly called back into question.

People might have treated her like shit, but they never asked her to be shackled to a cross! This was just crazy..

"I will not say it again." Synn commanded. "I am not going to hurt you; It would be foolish to believe that I would allow harm to come to you, my sweet girl."

"Wh-what you're asking me to do, I-is.. too much."Bianca replied meekly from her knees.

"How?!" Synn snapped back, the sharpness in her voice echoing through the dungeon. “Do you want to continue living this meandering life of lies and hopelessness? Did you not tell me yourself how your heart was truly full of melancholy? Why now, Bianca, do you question the one who has the power to free you from all this?"

She leaned down so that her face hovered just above hers.

"You have no idea how long have I longed and desired for you.."

Bianca nearly melted beneath her.

"You, Bianca Townsend are truly the missing piece of my soul. But you are mired by your own selfless doubts. Brought up by the views of imperfect eyes. You must find the courage to undergo the cleansing. Regardless You must remember your true nature, and what bought you here."

Synn took a step back, and held out her hand to her. Bianca didn't know what to think, or say, or do for that matter. She bit her bottom lip for a moment, and then placed her meek and tiny, slender little hand in her palm and allowed her to pull her to her feet.

"Wh-what's the cleansing?" Bianca asked nervously as she looked into her eyes.

"Shh.. no more fear." Synn said dismissively, taking in Bianca's voluptuous figure with her lustful gaze.

Synn then took her by the hand over to the cross, and gazed upon it for a moment. Bianca's nervous jitters turned into full fledged shaking by this point. Without warning, she positioned her by grabbing her around the waist and putting her back up against the cross. She took her left arm, and slowly outstretched it, and placed it into the metal shackle. A small click is heard when the two halves of the shackle combine. Her left arm now dangling from the right side of the cross.

Bianca could have fought these urges, but she chose not to. In fact, she didn't fight at all: she willfully moved her right arm toward the right shackle and allowed her to fasten it in place. She breathed heavily and deeply as she listened for the second click, both arms now stretched so that she had to stand up straight with her back firmly against the wooden cross. In that moment, she felt a mixture of helplessness and freedom; Her eyes glowed like a wildfire on the horizon of a night sky. Mistress had to finish by securing each ankle to the base of the cross in the same way: now her altar was an ornament for HER to behold.

"Now, Bianca Townsend", She said as she stood close to her, her riding crop gliding its way down her chest. "You shall remain silent until otherwise told."

That was eight hours ago as Mistress Synn was now standing among the candles at the base of the cross with an exhausted Bianca literally hanging from the shackles. It is not immediately known what she might have done to her in the eight hours that had passed, but her head is slumped over along with the rest of her body.

"Welcome, to the finale, of a true spiritual cleansing." Mistress said as she spoke into camcorder mounted on a tri-pod standing at the corner of the room. "Bianca Townsend sacrificed herself and allowed herself to be placed upon the cross. She has waited, and then suffered, and then pleaded with every fiber of her being to be allowed down. Everything but speak, which she is not allowed to do. The truth is, Bianca Townsend will never come down from this cross."

Synn grinned and turned towards her. She moved so that he could stand next to her, and then grabbed her by her hair. She pulled her face up so that she would look at the camera. She looked tired, aching, hungry, thirsty. She pleaded with her eyes, and groaned with her breath. She released her hair and her head fell back to its slouched position.

"Look at her. Her supple form. Her most delicate parts exposed for all to see. This will be you, Sarah Frost, when I expose you and indulge away in peeling off the soft flesh from your bones...

Like Biker Bytch, you as well will be broken. You as well will fall and grovel at my feet, begging for mercy.

And I pray for your sake that you will find some grace in your defeat at my hands."

Synn then turned, and stood at the cross that Bianca was hanging from. She then began whispering to her.

"Bianca, I accept your humble offering to be my willing servant."

"My Mistress..." Bianca groggily replied as she dangled motionless from the cross, half eyes closed. "P-please, take me as y-your slave.. I am yours to serve.." Mistress smiled at that before mercifully freeing the poor woman down from the cross.

"That will do, my pet. Now, come follow me. Your reward waits for you."

"Thank you, Mistress..." Bianca said with a relived smile on her face as she followed Synn groggily for her 'reward'.