2020-12-28 The Maudcast Broadcast

The Maudcast Broadcast Episode #67

Participants: Maud Zara Bubbles

Location: Los Angeles' most popular FM Top 40 radio station (hijacked).

Date and Time: December 28th, 2020 - 5:30pm

Summary: The Maudcast featuring Maud Teasedale, Bubbles, and Special Guest: Mistress Zara -- Older Maudcast Episodes

Mood Music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ybluEqQTpKk

During afternoon rush hour, Los Angeles' most popular Top 40 FM Radio station suddenly turns to static to the ears of the kithain, fae-touched and otherwise enchanted individuals of Caer Angeles. Regular mortals and other creatures of the city don't seem to notice. To them, the Top 40 radio station continues as normal. To them, there is no static, nor do they hear the pop-punk guitar, bass, and drum riff that starts to play a moment later...

"Aaaaaaaand a ONE, TWO, THREE, Let's DO THIS!" the high-pitched, excited voice of Maud Teasedale shouts over the music. "Hey Kingdom of Pacifica! It's me, the Nocker with the knockers, Maud Teasedale, and her side piece, Bubbles the monkey, broadcasting for the first time from Caer Angeles! You'll love our guest today as many... many... many-many have likely already done, Mistress Zara, who totally has a face for more than just radio. But before that, let's get into some NEWS..."

A pause follows before a noticeably less excited and somewhat shy-sounding Maud Teasedale continues, "Uh... um... first order of business is that ya'll may only have a few more days to catch the seasonal yule tree in Goswyn's hollow. I heard from a Pigeon pooka that they it'll get sent to the county dump when New Years tolls, so get your looking while the getting is good."

Another pause, "Heck, you're intimidating to stare at, Mistress 'Zee'. Is, uh... is now a good time to talk 'bout the tensions that are continuing to grow between Satyrs and the Redcaps in Skid Row? We'll circle back to that one, Mistress, and see how many of those wide-mouthed gob-jobbers you might have spanked with that riding crop of yours, yeah?"

The sound of leather cracking against bare flesh is heard, quickly followed by an effeminate male moan.

"Moving onward, let me check my notes..." Maud mumbles low into the microphone, "...Great Glaciar but no-one cares 'bout that... OH RIGHT! Some living on, beneath, or NEAR the sea have noticed strange flare ups of Glamour coming from one of the islands off the coast in the Glamour. A Thallain Corsair, the first to be seen in the seas, was sunk by a joint task force between the Merfolk and Menehune... wait, we have sea people around here? You shitting me, Mistress Z?"

A second speaker, Mistress Zara, speaks now. Her voice is rich and melodious, and lets a deep chuckle ring out before she answers "Half the wet dreams of this city are engendered by the sight of bronzed bodies on California beaches. Of /course/ we have sea people."

"Well when you put it that way, Mistress!" Maud replies in a much chipper and more confident voice. "Faedies and Gentlemen!, my notes are clear and I've got no more news, so let's take a quick break before interviewing our Queen of Whips and Chains, Mistress Zara! Bubs, play that latest from Tyria Winter and her band, Winter Solstice!"

The microphones are cut and the show immediately transitions into the intro of the latest hit from Winter Solstice, Tyria Winter's popular Caer Angeles-based band...

Maud: The music fades and Maud's voice rings through the speakers again, "...aaaaaand we're back with Mistress Zara. Alexandra Frost. Tall, beautiful, and tough as a hobgoblin in a mud wrestling match. Mistress Zara, as the name implies, is a satyr of discipline but why hear it from me when you can hear it from the Goat's Mouth. Mistress Zara, how are you? - Bubs, stop staring at her..."

Zara: Zara gives a softly rolling chuckle before she answers "Doing just wonderful, Maud, darling. Very glad to be here."

The sound of laughter fills the speakers like the laugh track of a 90's era sitcom.

Maud: "Bubs and I are glad to have you. So, let's scratch the Troll in the room, shall we? You're a dominatrix at Club Dante's but ALSO have your own separate business. I'm getting that right?"

Zara: "Well, nearly" comes the satyr's reply. "I do indeed make my living as a dominatrix. And I am also very much a member of the scene in my free time, as it were. And Dante's is one of the most vibrant spots of said scene. My actual employment at Dante's however is more of a performative nature. I do stage shows, essentially, though very much ones that fit my general theme."

Bubbles begins to emit soft, chimerical monkey sounds.

Maud: "Bubbles, quiet, I'm trying to, uh, focus here." Pause. "What do you do on stage? I've only been by Club Dante's once... which, by the way folks, is located in the Melrose District so if you're looking for discipline, to get your freak on, or to watch Mistress Zara do her thing, head on down. Maybe you'll catch me and Bubs up front in Perv Row, waving our dross around!"

<+hangouts/jump 53> for Main Floor Lobby - Club Dantes!

Zara: Zara definitely sounds more amused than annoyed by any reactions she is causing in the studio. "I do basically a slightly more sanitized and jazzed up version of what I might do with a client, otherwise. Demonstrations of ropework and various flogging implements, more example."

Maud: "If I plugged your business more can you get Bubbers all done up in one of those Japanese Rope harnesses? We can leave him hanging 'round while we raid his candy basket."

That draws a shriek of monkey protest from the chimera at the sound station along with a nasty bull horn sound from the sound board.

Maud: "Ow, Bubs, I'm just kidding... I'd never touch your Kit-Kats." Pause. "So let's say good ole Maud Teasedale hires you for a session. Some say I'm too foul mouthed and could use a good smack. What are we talking 'bout here? Few hours of what, exactly?"

Zara: "Mm, well that depends" there's almost a hint of relish in Zata's voice now. "BDSM is a very varied kind of thing. Some sessions I have had would not have looked like anything particularly steams from the outside. They were purely games of the mind and of words... but you don't strike the as the type to be particularly bothered about words. So yes... if you were amenable, I think I would definitely like to see if you squirm as delightfully under a flogger as I'd imagine. I might have to gag you just to prevent the air from actually turning solid, eh?"

Bubbles breaks into a fit of chittering monkey laughter.

Maud: Quiet for a moment while Bubbles laughs and then... "I AM NOT, BUBBLES! He thinks I'm embarassed. I mean, was that a proposition? Do you do trials? It's a good think this is radio or I'd have the urge to stream that session and THEN who would listen in, yeah?" Maud coughs and takes a moment to collect herself. "Let's say I'm amenable and leave it at that. You've heard it first, Caer Angeles. Mistress Zara is gonna try to tame the Maudster. We'll have Bubbers take some photos for you trash-minded Boggans out there."

Zara: Zara laughs again "Well, this is where I usually make my promise of discretion and privacy, but you don't seem overly concerned. Not that I'm criticizing. I like a party girl. I mean, just 'cause I've decided to present as a goddess and not a floozy doesn't mean I stopped being satyr, you know?"

Maud: Maud replies swiftly, "Just because I'm a Nocker doesn't mean I won't stop saying 'Fuck' 'Bitch' and 'Trollnuts' just because I'm flogged and ballgagged."

The speakers fill with the sound of a freight train rapidly approaching followed by a terrible *CRASH*

Maud: "I said the quiet part out loud again, didn't I?" Pause. "Moving on?" Another pause. "MOVING ON! Let's beat on the walls of that privacy clause and play Bubs' favorite game of 'Hot or Cold'. Tell me, Mistress Zee... have you ever serviced a member of Caer Angeles's nobility? Hot?"

Zara: Zara clucks her tongue a little "Ooh, you're putting my principles in dangers now, darling." There's just a moment's puse before she gives an impish little chuckle and replies "Hot. I won't tell you how broadly I'm defining nobility for that one."

Maud: "Ohoh. Hear that, Bubbles? We're homing in like a Piskey's arrow." Maud's smile turns wide and crooked with her tiny fangs on full display. "They weren't a Baron or Count at the time but are now? Hot or cold?"

Bubbles is silent now.

Zara: "Mmm, Cold. Sorry, darling. I -am- very good at keeping secrets when it does actually count. I'm a much bigger fan of the scandalous than of actual scandals."

Maud: "Kids at home? If you can't hear it, I'm pouting like a Sidhe who's lacking attention." A pause. "Alright, alright. We'll just leave it at that, then. So, Mistress Zara, Dominatrix Extraordinaire, is there anything you'd like to say or plug or otherwise comment before we close out this interview? Can Bubs come over and feel your muscles?"

Zara: "Well now, I do have quite a few juicy stories I /could/ tell, but perhaps I should save those to make sure I get invited back on?" Another low chuckle. "Well, I will say, whether you like industrial beats or are curious about the scene, I can greatly recommend Dante's. The woman who runs it is an absolute gem. And if you want to know more about me, I'll leave you my website. But above all, I'm here to say... be your dreams dark and bright, never be afraid of the joy they promise just because it's unusual. That was the truth that set free my own dreams." A beat, then "No, he can't. But you can."

Maud: "Ha, fucker! Hear that?!" Maud's voice becomes a bit distant when she next speaks, "This was Maud Teasedale, Bubbles, and our special guest, Mistress Zara who will -definitely- be back on with those stories. OR we can save them for the off-air... holy shit your muscles are FIRM! Bubs, send us out, homey!"

And just like that, the microphones are cut off again and that earlier pop-punk rock guitar and drum riff fills the speakers.