Sunday, November 30
from a deadjournal entry:
Candle-lit room of stone, where rest a four-post bed of dark oak, upon which he lay chained, each limb shackled to a post. Slowly, seductively, as a wild cat in heat, she aproached, a hand behind her back, wearing a mere gown of sheer black. Upon reaching the bed, she revealed a tool, a toy for her and her victim for the night. Black in color, softly aglow in the faint light, nine tails were seen dangling from the hard handle she held so delicately. Around to the side of the bed she slunk, her hand softly caressing the sheets, and the man's flesh as he lay helpless, chained and blindfolded, the round gag secure between his lips. As her soft fingers played with his senses, feeling his legs, his thighs, causing his to softly moan,...moving up slowly then leaving his skin to touch his face before leaning inward, kissing it softly.
She then lifted the nine-tailed toy to further taunt his skin with the soft leather before lifting it and bringing it down upon his bare chest, he arches his back and moans loudly. Quickly she places her free hand on the same area she hit, lightly touching him, moving her hand downward to calm and tease a bit more before replacing her hand with her tounge. As he moans and writhes, her body grows hot. feeling his heart beat quicken, watching his body react to the firey passion she is purposely emitting.
After what seems to be hours, yet truly lasts minutes, of teasing her prey, she sets a knee upon the bed beside his thigh, lifting herself up to hover above him, her hands caress his skin more as she moves them upward, across his chest to remove the blindfold, looking deeply into his now revealed eyes, so deep and blue...filled with over-flowing desire. Tilting her head to his ear, she whispers softly after licking his ear slowly, "Want it to stop. m'love?" ...he closes his eyes. "Do you crave release?"...she asks now. He nods this time, attempting to move his arms, to hold her, throw her down, to cease the game. "Ah ah, m'love." she sets her now empty hands upon his struggling arms sternly "I am the Master now, you are 'my' toy tonight." With that she licks his ear once more, sending a wave of pleasure through his already aching body, then she moves her hand downward to touch what must be throbbing by now...and with a grin, she lowers herself onto him...and shows him how it feels to be owned.
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mmm yummy ~_0
Candle-lit room of stone, where rest a four-post bed of dark oak, upon which he lay chained, each limb shackled to a post. Slowly, seductively, as a wild cat in heat, she aproached, a hand behind her back, wearing a mere gown of sheer black. Upon reaching the bed, she revealed a tool, a toy for her and her victim for the night. Black in color, softly aglow in the faint light, nine tails were seen dangling from the hard handle she held so delicately. Around to the side of the bed she slunk, her hand softly caressing the sheets, and the man's flesh as he lay helpless, chained and blindfolded, the round gag secure between his lips. As her soft fingers played with his senses, feeling his legs, his thighs, causing his to softly moan,...moving up slowly then leaving his skin to touch his face before leaning inward, kissing it softly.
She then lifted the nine-tailed toy to further taunt his skin with the soft leather before lifting it and bringing it down upon his bare chest, he arches his back and moans loudly. Quickly she places her free hand on the same area she hit, lightly touching him, moving her hand downward to calm and tease a bit more before replacing her hand with her tounge. As he moans and writhes, her body grows hot. feeling his heart beat quicken, watching his body react to the firey passion she is purposely emitting.
After what seems to be hours, yet truly lasts minutes, of teasing her prey, she sets a knee upon the bed beside his thigh, lifting herself up to hover above him, her hands caress his skin more as she moves them upward, across his chest to remove the blindfold, looking deeply into his now revealed eyes, so deep and blue...filled with over-flowing desire. Tilting her head to his ear, she whispers softly after licking his ear slowly, "Want it to stop. m'love?" ...he closes his eyes. "Do you crave release?"...she asks now. He nods this time, attempting to move his arms, to hold her, throw her down, to cease the game. "Ah ah, m'love." she sets her now empty hands upon his struggling arms sternly "I am the Master now, you are 'my' toy tonight." With that she licks his ear once more, sending a wave of pleasure through his already aching body, then she moves her hand downward to touch what must be throbbing by now...and with a grin, she lowers herself onto him...and shows him how it feels to be owned.
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mmm yummy ~_0
# posted by Alyssa : 10:51 PM
