wandering in quietly... still warm...fresh... smelling of sex... and still not satisfied...

Anyone around? Hmmmmmmmm?

smiling sweetly... wandering over to the pool table... and slwoly walking around it...trailing a long red fingernail along the edge...remembering my sweet rebecca on it not too long ago.... remembering her voice... her thoughts... her eagerness to please me... smiling again...still moving...

wishing there were someone around to whip me purple... and deciding it would only be One that I would allow anyway...

dreaming...of Her...getting a dazed look on my face... absently bringing my free hand up to one nipple... and pinching it slowly... softly at first... letting out a small moan...

deciding that I must satisfy myself... sexually if nothing else... looking around for Tankgrrl's bag... spying it tucked neatly under the pool table... moving to that spot and unzipping it... opening it slowly... wondering what is inside.. having only ever heard the contents, never seeing them....reaching in for a cylindrical object... my fingers lighting on so many wonderful things.. and then... finally ... I grasp it carefully my fingers wrapping tightly around it... slow smile spreading across my face....

standing I move to the pool table... sit on it... and then... drop my robe... leaving it in the middle of the table...shivering for a second... sliding... sliding... and moving to the end of the table... carrying the dildo with me... sitting at the end of the table.....moving to rest a heel in one pocket... and the other pressed against the edge of the table...sliding... and then... lying back.. my knees up.. my legs spread... naked... lying there for sometime, letting the cold air wash over my body... my nipples becoming erect right away... getting excited by the felt against my ass... rubbing it a little...moving each hand to one nipple...taking them... carefully weighing each breast... then trailing my nails across the nipples... raking them... scratching them...making them harder

a small moan escapes from my mouth...

aaaaaaaa.....

the feeling in my nipples beginning to run through my body... needing to increase the pressure... starting to pinch my nipples... very hard... pulling at them... twisting them harder... holding on as tight as I can... pulling... feeling Her at them.. knowing what she does to me...

barely able to hold on... continuing with one hand... and slowly moving my other hand down my belly...and to my cunt... trying hard just to touch myself on the outside...pressing each full finger in... flat.. .one at a time... against the slit... feeling the moisture...but not going in... pressing hard... and moving my whole hand in a little... slow circle pressed against my lips... pulling too at my clit...

MMMmmmmmmmm....aaaaaaaahhhhh....god

allowing my fingers to go into the lips just a little.. feeling how warm it still is there... swollen still... from use... from...being whipped... abused... smiling slowly to myself remembering... being entered... roughly... dryly... the feeling of the leather glove deep inside me... the roughness... making me want it more... thinking about it... and I move my fingers inside the slit... dippping just the tips in carefully....and moving them slowly around my lips...mmmmmmmmm... feels so... good...

careful not to touch my clit... moving four of my finger tips all around my clit... my lips... up and down... around my opening... feeling it wetter there... raw... almost sore... enjoying the feeling.. knowing where it came from...

UUUUhhh ahhh

getting wetter with each movement.. none of them regular... in any pattern... just slow movements inside my lips. making me wetter... wanting so badly to cum... knowing the explosion... trying to make it last... to make her proud.. holding off... then.. moving....

closer... to my clit... two fingers on either side of my clit.. up high... moving them... in a scissor motion my own moisture helping the movement..starting to make me... want more... my hips moving in circles with my fingers...

taking the other hand from my nipples and reaching for the dildo... bringing it ti my lips... licking just the tip with my tongue... licking Her... what is Her...taking the tip into my mouth.. and running my tongue over it... and then... bringing it down my body to the top of my slit... just putting the tip there against my clit... near my fingers...

taking my fingers out of my cunt... and allowing the dildo to slip slowly between my lips.. pressing it hard against all th inner folds of my cunt... and moving it slowly... down... and then back up... slowly... small movements... enjoying the friction... slowly... moving it... and making sure it stretches the hood of my clit.. pulling at it... up and down.. pressing hard... and feeling the tip of the dildo at my entrance. and then bringing it back up again... shifting my ass slightly.. to enjoy it more... pressing my hips against the dildo... more.. wanting more... up and down hard... harder... moving it against my clit... the opening...letting the tip rest there for a second... and then bringing the shaft back between the inner folds... hard this time...

walking in softly so as not to disturb Gillian

and then down again hard.. with as much force as I can get ... into my opening... half way... crying out... feeling it fill me... ready to explode..

AAAAAAAaaaaaaaa yes... god yes...

moving it in more... slowly now.. trying hard to hold off..moving it in... moving my hips to meet the dildo plunging hard into my hole.. my cunt on fire now... wanting release... wanting so much... enjoying being fucked.. hard by this dildo... now.. pressing it in... hard... so hard until my hand almost disappears... and then.. out.. slowly.. leaving the tip in... twisting it slightly... mmmmmmmmmm

Yes

pushing it in again... hard... and out... the dildo going in and out now.. fast.. hard as I can do it.. in and out of my opening.. making my body move.. my hips meeting it... crying out with each thrust....

yes... oh god...

yes. yes...

moving my hand back... my index and middle finger.. just the tips and nails moving over my clit... around.. slwoly making circles around my throbbing clit... starting to feel... me... feeling my muscles contract inside... moving...

the dildo moving hard in and out of my hole... making me... making... ummmmmmhhhhhmmm... oooohhh

yes...yes

trying to concentrate... my finger tips moving slowly around my clit.. my other hand banging the dildo hard and fast into my hole.. making me cum... feeling the dildo being pulled in... me pushing it faster... my body.. moving.. hard... struggling...pushing and twisting... the dildo bringing me... to ... yyyyeeessssssss....

ooooooooooooooooooooooooooowwwwhhhhhhh

howling out... as it begins... the waves coming over me... faster... intense... and explosion.. my muscles contracting and pulling the dildo in hard.. my clit throbbing against my barely moving fingers now... letting the stop... still bucking from the orgasm...my legs.. beginning to close...on my hands... the movement stopped with the dildo... leaving it deep inside me... closing my legs... and still... gasping and crying out... as I shudder each... wave.. making me scream more...

yessss.. Butch.....yes... all for you... only for you...yes...

rolling to the side curling up slightly... breathing hard.. gasping still..and resting..

the deep blue softly pads across the room and places a chilled glass of mineral water beside the Lady, turns away still smiling

resting quietly on my side... feeling each contraction... as my body continues its internal movements because of the explosion in my cunt... the dildo being pulled in with each contraction... my breath in rythm with each one...trying to regain my composure...breathing... starting to breath deeply...

slowly moving a little... allowing my hand free of my thighs... carefully pulling the dildo slowly out of me... my face.. showing the effort to let go...

ahhhh ahhhh... mmmmm

bringing it to my mouth... looking at all my juices on it.. wishing She were here to enjoy this...taking it into my mouth and moving my tongue around it... cleaning it of my juices and sweat... and then setting it down...starting to become aware again of where I am... remembering that I heard some noise... seeing the mineral water.. reaching for it and smiling...

raising myself up on one elbow... lying on my side... and carefully sipping my mineral water... smiling at you...thanking you silently... while I am resting... so tired...

and then...

Thank you, Sir, very thoughtful of you.

the least I could - that was a very joyful (and enjoyful) scene

still lying on my side...enjoying the refreshment and smiling a sweet smile...pushing my hair back a little into place.. looking around the room... the sweat beginning to dry on my body.. causing me to shiver again... getting a little cold... making me reach out for my silk robe... discarded earlier on the pool table...

Thank you Sir

smiling at you again...thinking... that we have never met...

How are you? wondering how well you wield a crop...

we have never met. for when I have been about - especially in towers you have had eyes only for Tankgirl (not surprising). and a crop? I thought scrolling back there you thought that a job for SuperGirl (T, that is) ~grins~

my eyes looking at you... my top leg... bending slightly... at the knee and moving up... resting my foot on my lower knee... my glistening triangle exposed... red... swollen...wet...

and then... lowering my leg again... slowly...

~looks warmly upon your delights and smiles

A good cropping is a good cropping Sir....and while Tankgrrl is most important to me, I do not belong to anyone. She knows my needs are varied...and...shall we say great.

I do apologize if I have ignored you, it certainly is not personal, I must say.

Lady, ignoring was not what you were doing. what you were doing was remarkable

licking my lower lip slightly... allowing my pink tongue across it... and then back into my mouth... a small smile forming on my lips...

I do not wish to... shall we say...enter into another's territory though...I am not... a home wrecker...smile

So many here have exclusive relationships... but...to put it plainly Sir...

My thighs... and between them... need to be cropped... in the worst way...smiling and holding your gaze...entranced..

blushing slightly...

Thank you Sir...

I slip from my inside coat pocket a small object, looks like a knife. Sliding one side againt the other until this small object elongates to around 2ft long. pearl inlay handle and snakeskin stem. at its tip a tiny thin rondel of leather

I sheath the implement, slipping it back inside itself with a sound like silk and place it back inside my coat

smiling quietly...seeing what you have so elegantly taken from your pocket...

I am yours for the moment Sir... I am not necessarily a true submissive, but rather a bottom, with an occasional need to switch... my safeword is MERCY...and if you will honor that...then.. I am yours to command Sir...

my apologies for the mangling of your name in the address. my cut and paste is not what it used to be - my cut and thrust however still maintains its pace

~approaches the Lady and smiles, his hand resting gently and respectfully on her hip.

swinging my legs over the side of the pool table... carefully pulling my robe on.. and around me... reaching for the sash.. and tightening it slightly... and then looking up at you...

I made the wrong assumption that you were receptive...in my haste.. and deep need for the crop this evening... my apologies...smiling... and jumping quickly off the pool table... taking the glass to the bar... the dildo in my other hand...

looking up at you... curiously...feeling your warmth in your hand... smiling...

I take the implement from its pocket and flick a small switch at its base. this time the well oiled crop unfolds to its full length automatically. but the sound is the same, a soft shish sound, one you feel you may have heard before

would you come back to the pool table and divest yourself of the robe, please?

my eyelids flutter slightly at the sound... too eager... almost...

Yes Sir...I may have...

I pickc the white ball from one of the pockets of the pool table and finger it slowly, turning the orb over in my fingers, caressing its ivory finish

nodding silently... swinging my legs back onto the table... and carefully untying my robe... letting the silk fall from my shoulders... and rest on the table.. underneath me...

Sir, do you honor my word?

looking at you.. smiling... my eyes... holding yours... anticipating...

and then if you choose to proceed, please lay on the felt face down, each of your feet in a pocket as they were recently and your hands clutching at the two remaining pockets

Lady, there are those here who know that honour is my life. that I will hear that word and desist immediatley if it be your wish. If you choose another form of withdrawal I will honour that. you have but to intimate this.

smiling and nodding ...

my word Sir?

also thinking that this pool table might be a little long for my body... but willing to stretch as far as I can...

my hands slip the robe from your body and my eyes widen at your beauty

if the table is too long, then make sure please that your feet are firmly in the bottom pocckets (how aptly named)

If I wish to stop, I will use the word...any other protests from me you can take as part of my and hopefully your enjoyment...smiling... and moving on the pool table...

getting up on my hands and knees.. looking at all sides to position myself...reaching a leg bag... satisfied.. and then the other... spreading my legs wide... and then lying down flat stretching my arms out...

and your safeword is burnt into my brain so fear not that I will forget it ~smiles softly~

I look upon your neck and your back and your flanks and smile. my hand traces a line softly down your spine, over yours backside and one hand on each leg follows down the soft flesh to your ankles

I take the white ball and place it between your spread legs, nudguing at the red raw flesh you proudly showeed me only minutes ago. I press the cold ivory into your lips and the pressure forces your legs even wider apart. the feel of the ball, just resting inside you is startling

my body shivering slightly at your touch... unfamiliar... but so enjoyable... sighing softly...

Thank you Sir...

my eyes widening... my fingernails grabbing slightly at the top of the table.. feeling the ball nudge into my cunt... nard against my clit.. the cold smooth surface feeling good against it.. hard...

the feeling a shock at first... and then... wriggling slighty...

the crop (a gift from a friend in Kathmadu) plays softly with the piece of ivory ball pushing your legs apart. the leather tail flicks back and forth across your lips, parting them, softening them

the touch of the leather.. familiar... beginning to feel more familiar...soothing me slightly... allowing my to close my eyes slightly...and enjoy your touch...exquisite...

Mmmm....

the anticipation... just beginning to build in me...

the tiny tip of the crop trails across the sweet orbs of your ass, then into the crook of your back. up the line of your backbone (slowly, ever so slowly) then rests at the base of your neck. my other hand follows it, feeling the line, almost tasting the small beads of sweat still in your back from your own efforts again just minutes ago

anticipation? my hand rests on the right orb and my index fingernail draws a circle, then an X within that circlre. anticipation? and the crop lifts from its resting place and the tail merely clicks across your ass, just touching the point where the two lines of the X intersect. anticipation?

a small sound escapes from my lips...

ewww

my body shivers again.. from your soft touch... soothing me... making me relax more...your hand... the warmth feeling sooooo good... realxing me... resting me...

my nipples starting to tingle underneath me from your touch...

then another circle, another X and another flick, this time taking more of the X but still no more than a slight buzz.

enjoying your touch...your expertise...stiffening slightly...not wanting to move.. more alert now.. listening to you...hearing you...

Yes Sir...

my body jerks slightly at your last flick... feeling it deep inside me this time...enjoying it...my whole body moving.. my buttock shaking slightly from the flick...trying to listen more carefully... trying to maintain my senses...

my breathing beginning to come a little faster... just a little harder...

the ball pressing slightly harder against my clit from my body movements...

the crop rests there, across both buttocks (sweet in their repose). rests. and there is silence.
then crack! the crop lifts and comes down sharply. the two tiny tails make angry red welts as they crash down into your sweet flesh.
and then silence again

my hand turns your head from its face down position and, as my lips meet your warmly ans with fire), the crop drops again - on exactly the same spot. it is sharper, more fierce and the stem too adds its mark to your flesh. now the marks run horizontally across your ass.
then another and two bars, red and stinging, mark your bottom

the crop softly falls this time then maps a line down to the join between your ass and your legs. my fingernails trace the route once again as I kiss your red and glowing orbs softly

my body stiffening and then jerking with your hard stroke of the crop..I bite down hard on my lip, stiffling the urge to cry out... feeling what I needed so much...

feeling your sweet kiss... responding...to you... sighing against your lips... and then...

Yess.s...Sir...crying out.. unable to help myself...

feeling each stroke... knowing what is happening to my flesh... squirming.. enjoying each stroke... hearing them before I feel them... the sting.. coming after the contact...

Oh god...

I lean down and rotate the intrusive billiard ball, feeling an ocean of moisture bathing it. my hands push it firmly back into place and caress your lips as they do

the crop sings thru the air and this time cuts into the softer flesh near your thigh. but not so deep as to break the flesh. the pain is thinner here but higher. then on the other side . and down onto the sweetness of your legs. three sharp, quick strokes of the stem and the red welts raise. I lean down and kiss all six. my tongue feeling the ridges

your soft touch on me...making me shiver again.. and then...

heat... coming in between my legs... feeling your lips on my ass... my hot... red ass.. bearing your marks... that I need..

Mmmmmm....

sighing softly... with the feeling of your touch... my mind beginning to drift again... the feelings coming over me...remembering how I was just an hour ago..

and I lean over you, drawing your head to me again and kissing you deep on the lips

and as I kiss you, my hands slowly roll you over. every welt sings with p[ain as your weight presses down on them, the back of your body feels alive with the pan

my legs moving ... feeling you touch the ball.. the twisting of it.. causing great friction against my clit.. in my heightened state... enough for me to want more... but not willing to ask it... then feeling your fingers....

ahhh

and then... the CroP again.. the sound first.. and then the contact...1..I count...2.. and then I lose count... then the feeling of your hot tongue on the marks.. bringing me back... back... again... from the place...

I lean down and kiss your mons, my hands massaging your hips. then as I stand, I strip my shirt and coat from my back and stand there, sweating progfusely, crop in one hand and the other on your belly, just below the navel

responding to your kiss... kissing you hard back...and wincing under your kiss... as my body weight falls on the welts... turning over with your guidance...my body.. lying back... exposed to the assembled company....

Mmmmm....wincing slightly again as I put the full weight on the marks you have just made...

ah the place!
~the crop pushes along the line of the ball and up into the apex of your lips, quickly coming out and flicking across those sweet swollen parts

eyes wide.. watching you... again feeling your touch on me...

I walk around to the side of the table and lean over your right hip.
suddenly the crop comes down on the fold of your loins, the sweetest of all pains. then again. it is a pain like no other. and again. a welt upon welt upon a welt.
a clean pain but the worse for that.
then to the other side.
and the crop comes down. sharp and exquisite. like a razor. the tiny tails dig in and one slightly breaks your skin. a tiny, drop of blood seeps out and settles there like a rose. I lick it away

my eyes fixed on you... emotionless... watching your every movement... a small smile... coming across my lips... watching your... what you.. are doing to me... me trying not to make any noise.. holding it all in...

Mmmmm

my body jerks... and convulses with the quick sharp strokes of the Crop... enjoying each one... trying again.. to keep track... wanting to thank you for each and everyone of them... feeling the heat from each contact.. my flesh.. burning... for you... for what you do...

the pain deep... making me... causing me to lose all grasp.. my breathing is hard ... fast... panting slightly... my eyes closed now...unable to concentrate on anything at all... going deep down.. into myself.. feeling the strokes.. the welts that rise... unaware...

Ah still smiling?> that is encouraging.
the crop suddenly moves to your breasts and the tails softly massage your nipples, already much enlarged from your own activity

opening my eyes again at the touch of your crop on my nipples... moaning at the feeling ... my already sensitive nipples... happy to feel your touch... enjoying every second of it...

my fingernail scrapes across your night nipple and quickly the crop tails clip those pink nerve ends. not once but three times.

then three times on the other side.

watching Your expect,creative hand..stroking my nipples into stiff,pink sapphires..full lips in rich,liquid smile..

*daring to crawl over to You on hands and knees, offering my back for Your comfort, hoping i'm not being too bold*

then I lift your right breast with left hand and the crop comes up, stinging, sharp and heavy on the soft fullness under your breast, the red map line springing forth

moving... squirming slightly at your crop... kissing my nipples... the flesh so sensitive already...responding so quickly to the touch...

then on your right breast, the sweet flesh trembling as the crop cuts

thrice more on each thigh, close to your sex, the crop whips thru the air to land a wall of pain

your fingers on my breast... enjoying it... and then the sting of crop... making me bite my lip again.. my face wincing a little... a sharp intake of breath... audible...mmmmmm...

Yes...Sir... thank you Sir...

mmmmm

then slowly I drop my head and my hands force your legs apart. they take the ball, covered in wetness from bwetween your legs.
I take both your hands and place them on the stem of the crop and place the pearl-headed handle between your lips on your clit.. no resistance here. you are wet.
then step back a pace from you. and smile softly

laughing darkly..ripe and sweet..reaching down a small,strong,jeweled hand and unlacing the black silk ribbons crossing my slim ankles..slipping off the 4" black lace heels..my small,ivory naked feet..caressing your underbelly for a few lush strokes..then settling in on your tender flanks..mmmmmmmmmm...

Now you know what to do, dont you?

I look at you slowly ans smile again

looking at you... trying to concentrate... and.. smiling... slowly nodding...

carefully... easing the crop into me... feeling it.. my head going back... so wet.. so open...and easing it out...breathing.. holding my breath as I do it... letting out a sigh...

ahhhhhhh

Does it please you Sir...looking up at you... licking my lips... trying to maintain your gaze.. and the movement of the crop... in and out... so slowly... trying to bring myself to the edge again...feeling the welts underneath me.. my ass burning... my thighs... hot...

as you work with the head of the crop, my fingers find the welts around your loins, pressing into them. changing the pain from thin to very very thick

"this pleases me, Lady. this pleases me greatly. but I will more pleased if you lay on your back now on the table, so that as you ride the crop every welt on your will tell you of your pain and of the levels that this pain may take you when you approach nirvana tonight

lying back... feeling your fingers warming the welts again on my thighs... the combination of that.. and the crop moving in and out of me.. bringing me closer.. so quickly... to that edge... the feelings... your fingers.. the crop.. that brought so many welts.. now inside me... in and out...mmmmmmm... the feelings coming over me... slowly... deeeep... very deep from inside....

and as you lay on your back, I steal two tiny pieces from a bag beside the table, before you know it, two tiny silver nipple clamps (again from Nepal) are attached to your protruding nipples and tightened excruciatingly

and as you build towards the skies, my fingernails trace along the tops of those ridges changing the pain on the front of your body back to thin, sloivery pain, deep pain, pain goin down into your loins and mixing with your pleasure. pain you cannot escape. that that sears. think of the slightness of the nail, ikts edge biting into the angry red welt and putting a pain upon a pain

my knees beginning to come up.. in the air... as the orgasm.. from deep within me... so much more explosive than before... bigger... deeper...and.. at just the right time....feeling the nipple clamps... so tight...

ahh ahh ahhh... oh.. yes..

my body... moving... in and out.. my torso coming up.. trying to meet my knees... in rythm... to the stroking crop going in and out of me...

onto the fire of the crop marks the ice of the fingernails. tint truckles of blood seep from the marks but I seal these openings with warm and luscious kisses

and as I watch you build your own special space in paradise, I smile softly and kiss the soft flesh of your belly, just above the sliding, swishing, sucking sound of the crop

each of your touches a new finger of pain.. reminding me of the crop... the one now... again adding to my sensation... bringing me to orgasm... starting... to... go over.. the edge... falling... losing all control... my muscles... beginning to contract and throb... pulling the crop deep inside me now... without help from my hands... I begin to cry out...low... from dee.p...

aaaaaaaooooooooooooooooooh yes... Sir... yes

I want you to cum, Lady. cum now. cum with the waters of the Great Flood. Bathe the room in your cum

Deidre enters quietly, sapphire eyes gleaming, redplumripe lips parted as the scene plays out. Black hair cut severely to the line of her jaw frames a ivory heart-shaped face. A black leather bustier sets of wide shoulders and cradles full breasts, revealing just hint of wide, butterscotch aureolas. Voluminous, gold, sheersilk trousers are tucked carelessly into soft, knee-high leather boots. A simple leather crop is tucked into the back of the right boot.

She admires the economy, the power, the flow...of the scene she's watched, between Lord Indigo and T's Gillian..

I wipe the sweat from my chest and arms as I watch you

and as you finish, my right hand encloses your sex, brushing away the moisture and the palm pusuing softly up and up opening the lips but resting quietly there

smiling slightly at you... trying to recover quickly... because of the time.. knowing I must go soon...

Mmmmm... thank you Sir...moving closer to your body... leaning against you... pulling the crop from between my legs... slowly...

Do you want me to clean it Sir...?

my dear I would be delighted if you cleaned the implement

softly releasing the nipple clamps. "Btw, I would be grateful if you took these as a gift"

smiling... quite surprised...at your generosity... to someone unknown to you....pleased....

carefully licking my juices from the crop... my familiar taste on my lips again.. enjoying it... licking carefully to clean the crop completely and presenting it to you...

Sir, I would be honored...I will wear them proudly...Thank you again...

it was at least half my pleasure - and I suspect more. thank you (and I mean that)

taking the crop back gratefully and smiling at the response to the nipple clamps. "I hope you enjoyed that half as much as I did"

*bowing most respectfully to Lord Indigo and the lovely T's Gillian*

Thank you Sir...I must go quickly, I should have gone more than 1/2 an hour ago....smiling....

but of course...it just *wasn't* possible...

Thank you again, you were quite kind to a Lady in need...I will message darling to post this scene if you agree?

Please let me know and then I must run...grabbing my robe... and hastily putting it on...

please feel free to do whay you will with it!

Umm.. I enjoyed it at least half as much, Sir...smiling silly...

thank you again....

*gone*