[dictated]

[thehistorian]

[You know, there's a lot of things Shaun could say, but for once, he's going to go with a very succinct, slightly clipped--]

Does this place ever become anything even slightly resembling normal? You know, just a bit more sane than fairy tales and sentient marshmallows?

Really, my most incoherent nightmares are less insane than this. Some time away from the weirdness, that would be absolutely wonderful.

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[thehistorian]

[that's going to get an ever so slight sulk out of him. he's cautious, not skittish!]

Well-- now, wait, what particular activity was it that he was meant to have shared?

[themistress]

[Mistress pinches his cheek just a little. She couldn't really be more pressed against him if she tried. Mistress has no concept of personal space.]

I fucked him. Very hard. He took it excellently, for a first timer.

[thehistorian]

Oh. Well. [And this is why he's the Ambassador of London: he'll have to explain how British people have personal space bubbles.

And then have that explanation promptly ignored.] Oh, I didn't realize that it was him that. Was-- well, fucked.

[themistress]

[Look, you don't visit Mistress and think you're keeping your silly "personal space". All of your space is hers now, Shaun.

She beams.] Yes, he was very well-fucked! Actually, he was the most satisfied man I'd seen in quite some time. It was very endearing. Is that what you've come for, little bunny?

[thehistorian]

[He's not quite used to that! Yet. He does have a friend who is about as bad about it...]

Oh. I-- well, I've never really been on the... receiving... end of that.

[themistress]

No? [There's just the tiniest glint in her eye, though this is very easily off-set by the way she's slowly working her hands under his shirt.] You should give it a try. There's nothing to lose, but so very much to be gained.

[thehistorian]

[Oh. Oh! He moves his hands a little, loses the thought that was powering what he was going to do with them, and then lets them drop uncertainly. How does he--]

Well, I. Always thought it might hurt, you know, the way people talk about it.

[themistress]

[Yeah, she gets that reaction a lot.]

And do you always believe "people"?

[thehistorian]

Ah -- well, no, but I couldn't find a proper source that said any concrete evidence one way or the other...

[themistress]

So you have the interest, you're just afraid.

[Also he has a hand down his trousers. That too.]

[thehistorian]

An, an interest, yes, that's-- a curiosity. A whim, I-- oh. Oh my.

[oh, he's found something to do with his hand.

he pushes his glasses up.]

[themistress]

["Oh my" indeed. Mistress loves finding new victims playmates.]

A curiosity you'd like to satisfy?

[thehistorian]

I-- well, it'd be a bit silly to turn it down if you're offering, when you seem so experienced-- can't think of a better opportunity, really! [Babbling when nervous: a Shaun Hastings specialty.]

[themistress]

Mmn, yes, I'm quite experienced, and I'd be very happy to do it.

Now take off your pants.