Bordeaux Boutique & School for Wayward Young Ladies (Closed)

Started by Zeitgeist, December 20, 2009, 10:18:51 PM

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Zeitgeist

***This role play is closed***

Seeking: Females characters for light bondage and punishment, lesbians scenes.
Premise: Your character, 16-19 years old is sent to Ms. Bordeaux's school for wayward and troubled young women. You may or may not be all that troubled or wayward in fact, but you are sent there nevertheless by ignorant, uninterested parents.
Setting: Mid 1960s, Greenwich Village, NY (Keep the era in mind when writing, as best as possible)


Ms. Marguerite Bordeaux


The three storied, handsome brownstone found in the enlightened neighborhood of Greenwich Village, was otherwise seemingly unremarkable. Broad steps lined with potted flowers would lead a visitor to the front door. A side door, over which hung a sign titled: Bordeaux Boutique, could be found in an airy cobblestoned alley. Its proprietor of imported French lingerie, was Marguerite Bordeaux. She was an immigrant from France, an actress of modest repute and a participant in the French Resistance during the war. To her close circle of friends however, she was far more than small business woman. She, along with the help of like-minded ladies schooled the daughters and nieces of wealthy acquaintances. Lessons went far beyond those of dressing and acting like a proper lady, ones delivered by way of a paddle or bare hand, and other more amorous teachings of the bedroom behind closed doors. By word of mouth, most who dropped of their troublesome young ladies knew very well what lie in store for them, while others had no inkling. Whether or not the new students knew the truth of it, was of little consequence. They soon learned.

Few young woman failed to wilt under the tall and commanding presence of Ms. Bordeaux. Her French lineage afforded her a more youthful complexion and figure than her years may have told. Arched and carefully manicured eyebrows rested above almond shaped violet eyes that were both striking and beautiful. Her sweeping hour glassed figure and full bosom drew the stares of even the most demure. Her stylish brunette hair typically was up off her neck and often adorned with a hairpin. Her demeanor could swing from kind and light-hearted to demanding and firm. She rarely lost her temper, nor found reason to raise her voice overly much. The business end of a paddle or the firm sweep of her hand to a bottom spoke more loudly than any verbal admonishments.

The brownstone's first floor served in part as a dinning area along with a kitchen. The back half of the first floor was dedicated to a finely appointed sitting room, as well as a space to store display the various items of lingerie sold by Marguerite. Lightly stained hardwood floors, covered liberally with Persian rugs and runners were found throughout the home. Fine pieces of French artists as well as more avant-garde local artists hung about the paneled walls. The second and third floors were various bedrooms and washrooms, including Marguerite's own. Stout cherry wood banisters led up to each floor with select antique pieces sitting at each stairwell. Potted ivies and jade plants sat all about the house, dutifully watered and cared for by the students. Each of the guest rooms, of which there were three, contained a credenza, vanity, closet and a double oak sleigh bed. Only a few select women and students had seen the inside of Marguerite's bedroom, but those who did spoke wistfully of its beautiful appointments and fondly of its comforts. A servant was on hire to cook all meals, a handyman could be called on for any repairs, but all other household chores were doled out to the students. Beware the hasty young woman who misses a shelf requiring dusting or the careless chit who topples over a fine vase. Punishments will be dealt out swiftly and eagerly.

goalt

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Gnerdygirl

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Zeitgeist

Quote from: Gnerdygirl on December 21, 2009, 01:49:33 PM
*raises hand* Can I play too? :D

LOL, sound familiar does it? ;) I never imagined 'Weekend with Aunt Emma' going where it did, though I'm glad it did. Of course now, that opens all other sorts of ideas.

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