Entering with a black satchel. Looking around with interest at the well equipped room.
Selecting a chair and setting the satchel down next to it.Sitting to wait.
Opening the satchel and drawing out a dark, folded square of cloth and setting it on a nearby table.
Deciding against taking anything else out and watching the door.
A woman of small stature enters the Nest and pauses inside the door so that her eyes may adjust to the light...her long hair is secured back in a very tight French braid, to keep its long tresses up and away, and she shivers slightly in a light golden silk wraparound robe and her nipples press to the fabric in the cool air.Eyes of gray catch her form, and her blue ones swing immediately to His as she quickly steps in and descends the stairs, falling to her knees at His feet, buttocks on her heels, tighs wide spread, her belt deftly untied to expose what is His for His approval...and her arms are held high, fingers clasped behind her neck as she raises soft eyes to His, and wonders what the Night* may bring...
Good evening, my Master, i have missed You terribly...
And I have missed you, little dove.
Smiling only. Not making any move to touch you except with appreciative, warm eyes.Are you ready, dove?
Are you ready to find pleasure this evening?
Are you ready to find pain?
Are you ready to Dance?
poised before You, balancing, a tiny smile curling on my lips...cin lifting...eyes searching...fingers clasped tightly...Your toy...
i am ready to serve You, my MasterAs You have said, the Dance* is young...teach me the steps, i beg You! energy flowing from every fibre of my being....
Good.
Still smiling and turning back to the satchel to lift it to the table top.
Remove your wrap and drape it on the chair if you like, then return to Me and stand with your arms out to your sides.
Reaching into the satchel to retrieve several objects.
Unclasping fingers and stretching my arms outward, then shaking my shoulder to permit the short robe to flutter to the floor, and, still balanced, hookng it with a forefinger and folding the golden fabric lengthwise and draping it over the arm of the Chair...all the time watching Your every move..then pressing wih my thighs and calves to rise before You, arms still outstretched...as You locate and remove...several objects de Votre Art*...while my heart takes on a more rapid beat...
Turning back to you with four leather cuffs, each fitted with a large silver ring.
On one knee to attach the cuffs to each ankle, a proposal of pain/pleasure in your future.
Rising to cuff each wrist, trailing fingers over the tattoo marking your left ass cheek as I cross behind you between wrists.
Moving back to the satchel and taking out a long coil of silk rope.
Smiling, raising a thumb to your cheek. First true touch of My hand. Softly caressing velvety skin.
Then kneeling again to thread one end of the rope through the ring on one ankle cuff.
Using that same end of the rope, leaving the coil next to your foot to feed out more length, I next thread the wrist cuff, then cross behind you, again that fingerbrush pass over My mark on your skin, to thread the other wrist then back down to that ankle.
A soft murmur of pleasure, scarece heard....as each leather cuff caresses my ankles and wrists with the force of Your hand, and that murmur of pleasure intensifies to tiny shared moan as Your Hand* caress Your mark, Your tattoo, so newly- created on my left buttock...the mark of Your ownership...then the tension of....one strand of rope....on one ankle...straining my neck back just a little...puzzled...not daring to ask...
The puzzle intensifying as You proceed, the tingle of the tattoo, that tender raised flesh a tease to my neurons as....the tightening strainds of You Plan* are woven about me...and my brain races as fast as my heart beats...
Taking the first end of the rope again, a much thinner coil now, and holding both end with enough slack so you can walk freely.
Leading you to a leather padded bench.
Four feet long by two wide and sitting two feet high from the floor.
Guiding your shoulders to turn you, then pressure to urge you face down on the bench.
slither sounds of rope threaded and fed through rings...a personal shudder as the blend of...a slave's fear....blends with the promise to obey...to submit....to Trust*...gooseflesh and hearthumps, a tight throat and dry lips licked a few times...
Nodding yes... urged onward....to that bench where...dreams of lush terror live...
Carefully bringing one knee, then the other up upon the two foot high bench, keeping Your handiwork intact, turning my head in askance, a tentative look in my eyes...and watching as You guide me into position...
Making sure that you are lying with your cheek comfortable in leather, then spreading your knees to straddle the bench, threading the two ends of the rope through rings set into the bench legs, and pulling so draw your wrists down alongside the bench. The length between wrists drawing tight over the small of your back. Figure 8 around ankle and bench leg, then through the ring again. Leaving the loose ends, with still about four feet of length on each, on the floor.
Bound to the bench, straddling the padding, face comfortable for noe, swallowing at thoughts of...of.....of what? But the tight comfort of the bonds, even the tight strands of my braids, caress and hold me like a demonic lover as sounds of the Dance* begin around me in the wet shadoelands of the mind...
Left side first, that extra length of rope slipknotted to that crossing your back, right at your side, then fed down under your thigh/hip, snug against your pussy lips, then back up between your cheeks to a finishing knot at the small of your back. Then repeating with the right side, making sure the finishing knot is on the other side of the first so they will not slip or move.
Checking the tensions all around to be sure of a good, snug binding.
Encased in Your web, the first shock of cold leather on breasts and belly replaces by the radiant heat of my body's energy, and the slight swelling of flesh on either side of each strand making the bonds tighter and tigeter, and the possibility of flexion so remote...making me feel like a papa in her coccoon...straining for freedom...and, now, deep in personal space..my hearing so acute, rustlings and litle noises surrounding me....wondering what was on the table...
Stepping back to admire youdove, you look so desireable bound like that.
Smiling softly and hunkering down within your field of vision.
so snug.....tight.....a churning in my core, and a twist to relieve it impossible, all energy...coaching myself.....easy, nuance~, accept....direct......it.....a whimper heard only by You...
Your face, finally, again, Your face.....Master.......near me......yessssssssssss....pleading eyes.......wondering......what is in......store.....unable to move, except a light flick of my lips, and a tiny furrow on my brow....
Drawing a slim length of black silk from My pocket.
Using it's softness wrapped around My fingers to caress your cheek, then shaking it loose again.
My smile your last sight as I secure the blindfold and tie it snuggly at the back of your head, using the second knot to tie the end of the braid out of the way.
Warm breath of My words caressing your earAre you ready, dove?
Which would you like first, the pleasure or the pain?
Light gone....sounds intensifying, the lusty scents of Your body surrounding me....a last shadow before the sliver of light at the base of the blindfold disappears and the second knot takes the braid up and away...why...why.....must the braid.....easy...easy....trembling, unable to stop....wet marks upon the leather...felt on the inside of my thighs...
A halting voice....Your smile erased by silk....P-Please, Master...the pain let me have the pain.....let me feel Your arm and hand....through whatever devises You desire.....
for i would take ehatever pain You ask me to...and i will try to witstand whatever broah of limits You see fit to use in experiment....for i have given You my word and set no limits upon Your judgement...
the pain....
i beg You....
Letting you feel My smile against your ear as I so very softly whisper, very nearly breath alone...Good girl.
Moving away to return to the shatchel, rummaging through and selecting objects to place on the table.
slowly walking back to you, stopping at the foot of the bench.
rustle sounds, temporary sense of relief at voicing the correct answer, sudden apprehension following as the sounds move behind me...
A sudden breeze moving over your skin from the backs of your thighs to your shoulders, then the air itself seems to settle over you like a blanket. Very nearly weightless, yet tangible against skin as it settles to drape over you.
That black sqare of cloth, of silk...unfolded and spread out over you.
Blanket of night...skin of satin.....drapery of torture....fluttering over me....laden with scents of past encounters, aromas of incense and body oils...the heatof my flesh causing aromatic fragrances to rise...my entire body shaking under that tender veil...riples of fabric giving away my excitement and my fear....and my thighs press even more tightly to the leather and my wrists strain...
Then My hand...on skin..on the tattoo, covering it with My palm and caressing. Through a very strategic hole in the silk sheet that bares your bottom while leaving the rest of your bound form drapped in opaque black.
Lifing My hand away, then bringing it back...SLAP...SLAP...SLAP..SLAP... Each cheek recieving slightly harder and harder spanks as My hand warms over your pretty bottom again and again.....
trying to slow my breathing...still shaking...
Ohhhhh!!!!!!
First shock at first blow, jiggle-flesh of buttock....the raising of the tattoo by Your Hand, Your mark elevated high on my flesh, then heat beginning...
Pausing to hover My hand over the radian heat of redwarmed flesh. Moving it back and forth only a hair's bredth from skin..SLAP...SLAP...SLAP...SLAP... Starting again, fresh...rewarming skin to a fiery glow.
little squeals at each blow, unable to avoid or flinch...EeEeEeeEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
over and over......
as the slap-heat makes the flesh turn from pink to redddddddddddddddddddddburns burns burns
Yessssssssssssss
Pausing again, and gently rubbing and coaxing the heat to spread and settle deeply. Stroking My palm over your bottocks slowly and tenderly, almost seared by the heat coming from your skin.
Not like an over-the-knee spanking....nooooooo
Owwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!
not able to flinch or avoid anything.....red hottttttttttttt wanting to squirm, churn.......can't can't......
OHhhHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Owwwwwwwwwww!
Panting......grateful for the pause.....intense glow.....focussed burning......converting with Your Touch* to pleasure....so wet, Master, so wet...
SLAP...SLAP...SLAP...SLAP The rain of My right hand begins again, reworking hot flesh to a higher heat...
OhhhhhhNNnNNnOoooooooooooooooo......just as.....ow ow ow owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.....the leather wet with salty tears....
Then rubbing and caressing. Carefully kneeding fingertips into the so very maelable flesh. Gengly squeezing and stroking both cheeks of your so very richlyred beautiful bottom. The white silk rope fed between your cheeks looking that much whiter against the hot glow of your skin.
level of feeling like a huge blister...my mind says it canot be, my flesh says it is.....everything so intense under the satin sheet...my rreddened buttocks exposed through the hole, like the area worked by a surgeon....
Panting and sobbing softly...again grateful for brief respite...
Slipping My hands under the sheet to find the rope at the small of your back and following it out to either side until I find the slip knots..and slidding these out toward your wrists.
The change in angle spreading your pussy lips wider and wider. Glistening folds, nearly as red as your cheeks, part and open, framed by white rope. Even your cheeks begin to spread a bit, pink rosebud peeking into view.
Then lifting your hips with my hands, not much thanks to the bindings, but enough to slip a fur covered support under your pelvic bone to keep your ass lifted.
The white rope feels so tight and my nether lips so puffy...and the area between so incredibly wet, my insides twitching.....
Gasping at Your touch and as the furred support is placed beneath me, exposing me even more... the blindfold keeping me in darkness, every touch and word exaggerated as You work Your art...
Then My voice, hushed and soft, so close to your earSo lovely, dove.
You're doing well..Are you ready for more?
whispering back a muffled 'thank You, Master'...and shuddering visibly....
Yes, please....please, Master....
Good girl.Stroking your head through the cloth, pressing My smile against the dimmly seen temple.
Then returning to the table.
Touch..warm, rounded..hard and smooth against your pussy lips.
Teasing up and down the spread open slit, then moving in..just a bit..out...and slowly slidding into you. Past the head, thick shaft sinking deep and hot into you.
MMmmmMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmMasterrrrrr...moaning in a husky rich voice.....the fire on my buttocks eased...eased.....Your body invading my body...taking...taking.....Oh yessssssssssssssss
inner muscles grasping Your plumhead and shaft...slick glistening secretions over You...between ropes, between nether lips.....OHhHhhgawddd...
Stroking slowly deep..and nearly out, slow, slow strokes. My breathing deep and even, watching the shaft move in and out of your so wet pussy, then pausing...do deep..almost to the hilt..and securing the leather straps around the tops of your thighs. Tightening so the dildo is held tight and deep inside of you.
Thin white ropes coated, fastenings seeming tigheter than ever, ropes clamping to tender flesh...spreading and forcing...as You plunge deep and spread and take what is Yours...bound tightly as You please...wet and available, in deep submission, rosy-assed flesh smarting with each contact....
ungh! The dildo secured....hard and deep....interior muscles held....Shuddering.....whimpering pitifully.....as the thrusts stop....
chuckling as I see the shudder of surprise and frustration move the sheet.
Patting one red, dimpled cheek.
Then parting your cheeks a little more with My thumb.
A well lubed warmth pressing and teasing your rosebud, pressing firmly...pressing harder, barely waiting for your yeild of muscle as I move the plug deep into you. Holding it tight against you when it seats, then a slight pull to be sure that you'll hold it.
panting...and then yelping at the sudden invasion...tiny rosebud not given time to press back...dry pain....searing....making myself accept, not foolish enough to fight and get hurt, tiny sphincter rips...no....no......sobbing as the pain hits like a knife blade....then passes eventually...trying so hard to please You, so mall there...so small....sobbing, the yelps smothered, and my lower regions filled with the toys....my reddened ass exposed....shaking and collecting myself.....remembering that it is my task to serve to serve...to accept......in submission to You......soft pants now....
Dancing the tips of braided leather over your ass cheeks. So carefully on the tender skin. Barely touching, then starting to lazily slap..slap...the flogger tails. Moving back and forth between cheeks. Just lazy, gently lays of leather on your ass.
my throat tightening....stubborn slave.....shuddering at the pull, going deeper into 'the zone'....deeper....
OHHhHhHHh OHhHHhhHHHhhhhhh just when......just as......OHHHHHhhhhhnooooooo.......close those ring muscles, nuance~.....accept....OHHHhHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh......my buttocks feeling as though they have been firebranded.....my sex and ass filled......controlled......engineered under Your hand.......
Steady, continuous.
Occasionally tapping the butt end of the plug with the end of the handle as leather softly slaps red skin.
Still more occasionally the butt end of the dildo.
Tender brutality...Your words from before, forever branded in my mind....the slapping....slapping....collecting myself, if my eyes were ezposed they would probably be glazed.....
twitches from inside.....muscles trying to grasp and release.....with each blow, a rhythm being composed like a metronomic beat...wrists tight by choice, puling up uopn Your bonds...strands of the flogger finding craving parts of my sex, their tips like decadent fingers...
Moving the flogger faster, the gentle, soft slaps more and more frequent. Ranging all over redhot skin.
Not one blow landing hard enough to sting, but the leather becoming almost a constant presense as it slaps faster and faster.
whimpers take on a higher pitch...and motions of the end of both dildo and the plug can be seen as You proceed...my mind screaming....so close....
More and more often tapping against plug and dildo..still random, unpredictable, as the braided suede slapslapslapslapslaps a continious whir on your asscheeks.Watching you carefully, movement of hips, tightening of thigh and buttocks..the movement of silk as unseen muscles begin to strain...
MmMmmmmmmmmmmm whimper squeals...body wanting to writhe and twist....impossible.....dry mouth.....and my sex flowing so freely, glistening, ropes so tight.....grateful now for the leather holding the dildo in, for my muscles would surely push it from its slick tunnel....My flesh screaming with pleasure......well over the pleasure lines now....and begging with a voice getting louder by the second....
Masterrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, pleaseeeeeeeeeeese..may i cummmmmmm?
Not yet dove.
Only a whisper, barely louder then the airwhirring leather and the slaps of skin and plastic as I nudge the dildo and plug still more...
Gasp...
Leather gone.Complete silence.
Waiting.
lifting my chin as much as the restraints will allow, light panting to cntrol myself...not wishing to disappoint You, my body, though, raging for release.....my head shaking and jaw set...my breasts on fire against the leather..
frozen in position...straining for air....and for self-control...but mostly, for...Your approval.....no matter what...
suppressing a sob...the silence deafening....
Laying the leather again..against your thighs. The same, light sweeps and slaps, being sure to give light nudges to either plug or dildo randomly.
Letting the lengths of leather curl around the insides of your thighs, like extra long fingers gripping before slidding away...faster ...faster....nudge...faster.....nudge....faster.....watching intently...
Smiling
Now dove.CUM
New rhythm, new flesh taunted and taking to the teasing point of frustration...not a word this time from the foolish slave....not a word....flesh craving.....but a silent slave....for she is learning...learning, Master..she will learn the thousand or more ways that You can be pleased...fine leather covered with glistening juices....twitches in the slave, suppressed somewhat....easy....easy...then a few careless sobs escaping...upper torso shaking....
OHhHHHhhhhhh th =e Word*..........the Word.........Screammmmming.......ohhh gawdthankYou Masterrrrrrrrrrrrr.....the toys twitching in Your view as ripples of conflicting waves cavitate in my body, confusion of sensations as the orgasm rips at meeeeeee.....
jiggling of buttock flesh and thigh muscle....OOoOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHYessssssssssssssthankYou......
The flogger not pausing a beat, seeming to move faster on your skin, ranging all over your ass and thighs. your cries stirring Me to raging hardness, the sheet moving with your futile attemps to squirm, with the bodydeep shudders.
Nudging continueously against plug and dildo with the far end of the handle as braids strike and strike again..
Thundering waves of pleasure like waves crashing on a granite beach, muscles grasping unyielding invaders....pain of that....sublimated by the rush of pleasure over the crown of my head as well as through my core...all the time screaming thanks and squealing with each blow....Masterrrrrrrrrrrr, thank You how i love You!!!!!!!!!!!!
Unbuckling the straps on your thighs even as your skin still tingles from the last few strikes of the flogger. Slidding the dildo free and replacing immediately with firm flesh. Thrusing deep and hard from the opened fly of My pants.
And
fuckingMy beautiful nuance~ like a rutting bull. Hard, deep, swift strokes, pounding into you as a low, deep, savage sound rips My throat and chest continously.
Tears of pleasure soaking Your blind fold...ropes striping Your slave as she strains against them, oblivious to the consequences....OoOhHhHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhwhimpering.....
Toght for You, muscles so active, grasping Your organ, bitchinheatfucking...
Do hard
so hardMasterrrrrrrrrrr hit me hard.....make it hurttttttt
Steel bands of fingers gripping your hips as I thrust...faster and faster..bumping the plug with every..completely deep..thrust.
Harsh breaths hot in My throat, already balltight and...grrroannning hard with a final thrust and exploding deep inside My wonderful dove.
Growl sounds....Msterrrr-sounds.....taken
taken
used
usedUse meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.....tight and slick....Hands on meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee howi love those Hands*.......
Flushed with heat and Your come....Your seed......filled and overflowing, gush-sucking sounds....and mingled with growls and screams....of U/us........
bodies linked and pumping...connected parts of us in union....ragged breaths and sweated flesh...our aromas rising musky between U/us...little sounds of T/wo oblivious to the world...
Breathing hard, still buried deep, shuddering softer growls as I still throb and twitch hard inside of you.
Easing back slowly...slipping free. Gently parting your ass cheeks and removing the plug, easing it out carefully.
Teasing your opened ass with the head of My cock, then chuckling and simply sitting straddled on the end of the bench and leaning forward to lay over your raised butt and lower back. Stroking your sides through the silk.
MMmmmmmmmmmm..pushing as the plug is removed, the sharper edges at its base leaving an imprint, and the feel of Your cockhead so delicious on the expanded rosebud...wet and lenguid...Your breathing so amazing, and very lound to me..my heart pounding so loudly it seems to be coming from the walls around us, and the caresses of Your hands through the black fabric reminds me of who i am and where we are, finally...as my shaking frame is dwarfed by Yours...
Gathering the silk in fingers and gathering more and more, the sheet slidding off your head and down your back, then gone completely. Untieing the ends of the rope at your back, and beginning the process of unwiding you from the silkrope web.
Coiling the rope up again when you're free, and pulling you up to straddly the bench with Me. Holding you close, back to My chest. Hands stroking all over your front. Cupping breasts, rolling nipples lightly. Palms warm on your belly...and just simply holding you as I kiss your exposed neck and shoulders.
M-Master...whispering softly...Your slave is proud to serve You, to be used by You and to come to this place with Your mark and Your name...
weak at shoulders, kneesand ankles, dry in the mouth, and still shaking, needin to be held, far too unsteady to walk yet...and raising my arms shakily to Your shoulders and hanging on, Yur touch so needed, Masterrrr.....my small fingers clasped behind Your neck...Thank You, Master...i love You so much...tender kisses over Your neck and chin...then finding Your lips...
Squeezing you more tightly to Me.
And finally untieing the blindfold. Wiping the soft fabric over My face and eyes, inhaling your scent from the cloth, then laying it over your thigh. Two spots of dampness darkening the silk.
I'm so proud that you agreed to be Mine, lovely dove.
My cherished dove.
Slow, gentle rain of kisses on your shoulders and neck.
(sadly watching the clock) i must go in a few moments, my Masterrr...reaching up to Your right temple and rubbing a little circle...and smiling
*summoned* i have to go..*fading*
Taking your hand to My lips, kissing the palm, then deeply drinking your lips.
you'll carry a piece of Me with you, dove.
*softpouf*
Gathering everything up and replacing them in the satchel. Closing it with a *snap*.
A final look around, smiling, and wandering out.
Satchel swinging from My right hand, left in My pants' pocket, and softly whistling.
