forum @Whisper, This is It

Started October 29, 2020 by @ElderGodSwimwithGamers group

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"Okay, then…" Corbin understood Mir would be undressing in front of him as well, still a bit flushed as he pushed the doors open for them. The king kept ahold of Dragomir's hand, leading him inside. At first glance, the room wouldn't seem much different than Mir's, draped in fabrics. Still, there was almost an air about the room that showed it was for functionality, not display.

Mir looked around at the colorful weaves, letting himself be led, figuring he’d just do as he’s told, looking around for the tailor, wondering what he’d get for clothes. Everything he saw looked amazing.

(Okay then, we will, sorry ;-;)

Corbin led Dragomir to the middle of the room, letting out a soft sigh. There, looking through chests and chests of fabric, was a lithe man, barely shorter than Corbin himself. The man looked up, smiling some.
"Ah, your majesty! What brings you to my humble workshop today?" The man glanced at Mir, a look of disdain crossing his face before quickly disappearing.

(Thank youuuuuuu!~)

Dragomir immediately cowered at the look, being reminded again that just him being a mutt could get him beaten anywhere else other than with the king. He pressed into Corbin, shivering with fear, keeping his eyes submissively to the floor.

Corbin gave the tailor a warning glare, his arm going protectively around Dragomir. Now, he was glad he'd come into the room with the halfling.
"I've come to have new clothes fitted for my concubine," Corbin said, still holding Mir to himself.

Mir kept his eyes to the floor, cuddling into the king’s embrace as he listened, glancing up briefly to see the tailor’s reaction to the half-fae being presented as the king’s concubine. He wasn’t sure if he was going to be comfortable with someone who scared him so much touching him…

The tailor held back another look of disdain just barely, especially when he learned Dragomir's new status. Still, he bowed respectfully to Corbin.
"Yes, my lord." The man turned his attention to Dragomir, motioning for the halfling to come forward.
"Stand here," he said, doing his best to hide the cold edge in his voice as he pointed to a stool.

Mir went totally submissive and obedient at the tailor’s command, doing as he was told, quickly as if scared of being hurt if he didn’t do it fast enough. He stood on the stool and kept his eyes to the ground, letting go of his own will and becoming an obedient doll in nature.

(Got it~!)

Corbin pulled the tailor aside a moment to tell him exactly what the two wanted, making his way over to lightly rest his hand on Dragomir's back once he and the tailor were done with their little talk. The tailor made his way to the stool, moving Dragomir's injured arm out to take measurements of it first.

Mir whimpered a bit when his injured arm was moved, before clamping the noises inside of him, scared he’d get yelled at for making noises. His eyes stayed glued to the floor as he let himself be measured, drawing courage from Corbin’s touch, wondering when the command to undress would come.

The tailor looked like he was about to say something, but a glare from Corbin silenced him. Corbin kept his hand pressed against Mir's back as the tailor continued his work, moving from Mir's arm to his torso for a moment, finally down to his legs. Once all the measurements were taken, the tailor stepped back.
"Strip," he instructed coldly.

Mir clenched his jaw to keep another whimper from escaping and quickly started undressing quickly, fear in his every movement. He was quickly stripped down to his boxers, and then stood there, shivering, the scars on his thighs visible. It was strange, that was the only place he excessively had them. Everywhere else was just a few tiny ones here and there. He stared down at the floor in humiliation.

The tailor looked at Mir in disapproval, but Corbin kept his hand on Mir's back, respectfully averting his eyes. This, in turn, gave the tailor a chance to silently dig his finger into Mir's chest before he turned away to collect the fabric he needed. Corbin hadn't noticed, but he would most certainly lose his temper if he had.

Mir inhaled sharply when the tailor hurt him, but otherwise stated still, used to this sort of abuse. He stayed still, about ready to cry from this whole experience, just wanting to be done and to go hide in his room for the rest of the day.

(Mr tailor man is gonna get fucking beheaded hfjadkfjua)

(Honestly though. I want to get him drawn and quartered)

(We all do at this point XD)

Corbin looked up when Mir inhaled, concern on his face.
"Is everything okay?" He asked softly, moving to stand in front of the man and keep his gaze on the halfling's face. The tailor came back with the clothes he would be altering, pushing them against Mir's chest to put on.