A warm, dark, place... *CLOSED*

*I gasp as she thrusts the vibrator inside, more in release than in surprise. When it comes to life i actually do gasp in surprise but it quickly becomes a moan and my toes curl as i feel the vibrations against my clit. I feel her lips and the cold steel of the blade on my skin and my soft moans become a fountain. Then...*

Ohhh!

*The blade neatly slices my breast, i feel my blood spill...a small warm dribble... I feel the skin tear and clench my fists, it has been a while since i have tried this, i'd forgotten the warm and strange sensation! Feeling slightly like a patient on an erotic operating table; i smile up at my Mistress and nod to let her know i am perfectly alright! She can continue as she pleases...*

((It's ok Mistress! Sorry my posts aren't as detailed as i would like...))
 
(( It's fine pet, I want your fingers in some working order when you get your comp back =P))

Her intake of breath, her nod, all I need to know she is still with me. A Grin spreads across my lips, darker with my pleasure as my eyes are immediately drawn to the trickle of red liquid. I shiver, my lips trace down in kisses, my tongue flickering out over the cut to lick the coppery taste into my mouth. A stronger shudder, a growl of approval, I nip her breast lightly, the blade gliding lightly against her skin till it reaches the other breast, where I make an identical cut. My mouth follows, and I lick that cut too, then close my mouth around the flesh and suck lightly, forcing more blood to the surface. I pull back finally, licking my lips, and they seem a darker red then usual.

Do you like just the feel and sight? Or that taste as well?

I inquire lightly, trailing the blade down her chest, over her stomach lightly, leaving small streaks of blood behind randomly as I press the blade down when I feel the need, her helpless blood streaked form making my thighs slick with my own arousal.
 
*I quiver as her tongue leaps forth and devours the trickle, i arch into her mouth with a soft moan. My legs shaking at the sensations coursing through me, i gasp as she makes another cut on my other breast. I whimper, clawing at the table as her mouth dives again. I struggle to listen as she speaks, my voice breathless as she trails down my stomach with the blade and her tongue*

I...I love the....taste too...Mistressss!!

*I arch into her mouth, whimpering with need as the vibrations to my clit bring me closer to yet another orgasm*
 
I smother a purr of pleasure at her words, each of her gasps and whimpers fuelling my own desire with the coppery taste sparking my senses. I lift the blade from her flesh, smiling slightly ferally, but I do not lose myself to the animalistic urges some of my darker desires provoke. I know where Luna was the other night; it was also why I had so little regard anxiety wise. To give or to receive these darker delights, I can crave both ends.

Perfect, my sweet.

I rumble, the blade leaving her flesh, I hold her eyes with my own, and slice the blade across my wrist. I’m less cautious with myself, though my eyes flutter and I gasp in pleasure at the pain. I know my own limits when it comes to this, and blood wells instantly to drip onto her bare chest, before I offer my wrist to her, a droplet hitting her lip before she can accept either way. I lean down over the table, my blade rises and it nicks her neck, under her jaw line. I kiss over the seeping cut, then it eagerly turns into sucking, my teeth grazing the area to leave a vivid hickey around the wound, my mouth vibrating against her in a silent moan.
 
*I watch her as she slices her wrist, i lick my lips unconsciously and feel the blood drip on my chest. I struggle against my bonds now, longing for so much! The blood falls on my lip and my tongue is in motion before my brain connects to the fact. It leaps forth and hungrily devours the droplet, needing more as my Mistress presents her wrists to me and i struggle again as it comes closer. I barely register the nick to my throat though my leg twitches as i take her wrist into my mouth. I had forgotten my vampire fetishs though i make no illusions about the fact that i am human. My eyes flutter closed as she takes the cut into her mouth and i purr as i lap up her blood sucking deeply in satisfaction. My leg spasming against it's bonds as i come ever closer, i wriggle my hips and attempt to convey my need*

((Mistress, I must get some sleep! Pause please? I read your fanged post by the way! Very nice! I think it was a perfect explanation of devi's thoughts, feelings and memories personally!))
 
((Alright lovely, we'll resume tomorrow. Sleep well my sweet <3 Glad you liked fanged!))
 
The writhing of her body registers in a part of me that’s not lost in the fog of pleasure. There is no pain anymore, apart from that initial slash, and all I’m left with is the bright clash of blood against both of our pale skins. Her tongue traces it, and a tremor seizes my body. My arm moves down till my wrists rest against her lips, my breaths gasping against her neck before I return to the sluggishly bleeding cut. Her skin is left greedily marked by my mouth, and the blade rises again, this time lower, in the crease where neck becomes shoulder. I cannot control myself again as I lap against her skin, my teeth dragging against her nerves before biting her skin viciously.

My hand travels down to her legs as I thrust the moving dildo back inside of her, rubbing the vibrating attachment insistently into her clit. My own pleasure tightening my skin, calling for something to be done with it. Not yet though, not yet.

Cum for me pet, Cum!

I urge in a dark growl against her neck, my hips grinding into the table as my mouth bites and sucks on her throat, my free hand massaging and tugging on her nipple.
 
I gasp against her wrist as she bites into me, I feel her bite more than the blade and moan loudly. I arch as she thrusts the dildo inside, the force of it, the manipulation to my pulsing clitoris is going to send me over the edge. I whimper and fight to hold it back as she continues to manipulate the piece that vibrates against my clit. My eyes slam shut and I attempt to regain focus, forcing my orgasm back but it's like a wall of fire as it leaps forth and then...then...

Cum for me pet, Cum!

The words! The command! The release! They're everything as I fall over the edge in a tumult of my own pleasure, my body quaking against the wood of the table and I fight my bonds violently as my orgasm takes hold. I arch into her, everything falls away, my breathing has intensity and I can no longer control my own body, everything is in her hands. All of me is only her's...
 
As her second violent orgasm takes hold I drop the knife to the table, out of harms way. My now free hand wraps in her hair, holding her partially still so she doesn’t hurt herself with her struggles. I moan against her skin, her pleasure almost malleable in the air around her. My other hand leaves the toy between her legs as it strokes up her body, clawing possessively at her flesh, her blood staining my lips, a droplet trickling down my chin. She is mine, the world is perfect.

Beautiful… pet.

I breathe against her flesh as she starts to calm, nuzzling against her blood smeared and hickied neck. Sensing a new need, something materializes by the wall a few metres over, the large four poster bed has black satin sheets. White, my usual favourite colour for sheets, would be pointless in our current mess. I pick up the blade, sliding it down one arm, under her restraints, to slice the silk away. I repeat the procedure until she is free, then draw her from the table and to my arms.

Come pet, to the bed, it is your turn to address my needs.

I purr against her flesh, one hand supporting her back while the other curls in her hair. Lovingly, but commanding, as I lead her over. My clothes have disappeared at some point during her climax, my skin only marred by the few smears of her blood every time I hold her close. I release her as I reach the bed, letting her either find her feel or tumble onto it, and crawl myself backwards, my legs sliding open as I rest against the pillows. I curl my finger, beckoning her.

I’m waiting, pet.
 
I feel her as she brings me down, I'm quivering with a faint, weak smile on my lips. She slices through the bonds and helps me from the table, her hand curling in my hair, I bite my lip as she leads me to the bed. Smiling at the chance to 'address her needs' as she releases me and my legs shake slightly. The dildo still alive inside me and I half fall-half sit on the bed and I watch her as she beckons to me, my eyes devouring the sight before me.

Yes Mistress...

I whisper in a haze of passionate delirium as I move forward on the bed, sliding up between her legs as I look to her eyes for approval before my tongue licks my lips and slides down her inner thigh. My hands grip her thighs, my nails biting into her skin as my head dives and my mouth circles her mound with soft kisses, my tongue darting out to tease her skin as I wriggle, the vibrator urging me on...
 
I smile at her whisper, resting back further as she crawl up towards me, my hips shifting on the bed slightly at the sight. I nod lightly as she looks up at me, purring as she finally lowers herself to me. My hand returns to her hair, curling in the mane of silky strands to urge her onwards. I sigh softly in pleasure as her tongue tastes me, frustrating me further, I grin ruefully, my other hand, the blood slowly clotting on my wrist, twists in the sheets. I tug sharply on her hair.

You can do better then that.

I growl at her, forcing her against me as I grind up into her lips once, before settling back on the bed. My hand tightens in her hair further until she continues, my other moving up to stroke across her back, leaving another red drip. My eyes focus on it, I rumble in pleasure at the sight.
 
Her hand curls in my hair, I hear her growled words as she thrusts against me and smile in spite of myself. I knew that would get to her! I feel her blood on my back and shudder with pleasure, my mind returning to the task at hand quickly.

My tongue flicks her clit quickly and then slides down her lips, diving inside and curling as I taste her before I need more of her! My tongue slides inside, the muscle flexing and curling, twisting and stabbing as I tempt her delightfully. It withdraws and makes it's way up to her clit. My tongue twists around the nub and I nibble it lightly, sucking on it greedily as my eyes flicker up to see her face. My ass wriggling in the air just a bit!
 
My hand relaxes with a moan, but still remains against her head. My pleasure is easy to stir after what I have driven my pet to, after I’ve tasted, bitten and possessed. My hips arch up with the curl of her tongue within me until my breaths are slightly laboured. My wrists itches slightly, and I raise my wound to my mouth, licking the blood away distractedly. The coppery taste is like a drug, I arch harder as she nibbles, stealing my breath for a moment.

Much better.

I murmur, my eyes lidded and glazed with pleasure, but my hand never gives up its place within her hair. I rest my own back against the head board, my eyes flickering to her, they take on a calculating gleam even through my pleasure.

Make me cum in the next three minutes and I wont clean your wounds with peroxide.

I close my eyes, not needing to see her face for this one, my lips quirking slightly in amusement.
 
I hear her approval, my heart soars for a moment...I see that familiar glimmer in her eyes and know that whatever she says next will not bode well for me...

Make me cum in the next three minutes and I won't clean your wounds with peroxide.

I gasp, it's muffled by her pussy pressed against my face but I know she heard me! Soooo evil....soooo like her....should've seen it coming! I think to myself as I hastily return to the task at hand, three minutes?! Never been as good with my tongue as I am with my hands when it comes to women, she knows that! I growl against her clit, letting her feel the vibrations from my tongue for a moment before I bite her clit a little harder. Smirking to myself as my nails tear into her thigh viciously and my tongue slips down to her entrance again.

It snakes inside, proding and flickering, circling and teasing as I lap up her juices hungrily. My tongue glides back to her clit, the tempting nub is too much to resist and I slide it into my mouth, sucking for all it is worth before my fingers reach up and dive inside. She didn't say I couldn't use them! Two fingers, curling inside and pressing against her G spot while I wonder how much time is left? How far off is she?!
 
I grin at her gasp, but do not open my eyes. She shouldn’t be to upset, it’s not like I want her to fail after all, my skin is pretty much crawling with the need. I was just giving her the incentive to not try and tease me with this. The vibrations from her growl cause a soft intake of breath, the air hissing as she bites my clit, my muscles tensing as my hips rise of their own accord, pain, pleasure, to far gone to remember which is which.

My breaths quicken under her tongue, my hand tightening slightly as my climax grows closer. I chuckle, though it mixes with my moan as her fingers push inside. Was wondering when she was going to realise I hadn’t set that restriction… I force my eyes open to glance at the clock that had appeared on the wall. She’s half way there. 90 seconds and counting, she might make it, I could feel the pleasure threatening my composure, my hand tightens in her hair again, urging her forwards. My hips bucking lightly in time to her curling fingers.


So close pet… so close…

I encourage, my breath purring from my lips.
 
I hear her words and double my efforts, I pull back with a sharp bite to her clit before I withdraw my fingers and lick them clean. I press my index finger to her clit and grin wickedly

This won't take long Mistress...

I purr my words as my finger reflexes, the double joint clicking in two places and moving her clit back and forth, no effort really required. I move the joint quickly, again and again as I watch her expression. My eyes flickering to the clock for a moment as my thumb glides in, my other hand dipping and two fingers slide inside. I thrust into her as my finger and thumb manipulate her clit, my wounds searing delightfully and the vibrator humming, driving me slightly crazy but my mind is on her pleasure right now
 
Amusement flairs at her words… ah the arrogance… until of course she proves it to me. Her sharp bite has me arching again, my eyes flutter open so I can watch her, though at each push and roll of pressure of my clit, my body shudders, my free hand catches in the sheets, my back arching. My pleasure grows quickly, gasping as she slides fingers back inside me.

Yesssss…

I hiss in pleasure, my fingers yanking her head back by her hair, as she no longer needs her mouth. I can’t withhold though, and with twenty seconds left on the clock my body tenses, my muscles tighten and pleasure washes through my body, taking and sane thought or reason away. I arch against the bed as it travels, my breaths stopping, reality taking a moment to follow in the after math before I gasp in oxygen. I shudder in after shocks, relaxing back, my eyes opening to smile at her.

Mmm… very good, my beauty.

I purr, drawing her up my sensitised body to kiss her possessively, my tongue dominating her mouth.
 
I feel her orgasm wash over her and I grin, withdrawing my fingers as she comes down. Her hand still wrapped tightly in my hair and limiting my movement, my fingers fly to my mouth and I suck her juices from them until she pulls me to her lips and claims me with her tongue. I moan softly into her possessive kiss, my eyes slamming shut for a moment to enjoy a victory that won't involve peroxide!
 
Wolven one comes a creeping: a pretty parchment under her arm and a small, flat box gripped in her hand. Tapping on the door, she enters and lays the box where Fae will see it. The box isn't wrapped~only taped closed~ but there is a gift tag on it which expresses a wish for the giftee's Holiday happiness. Inside the box is a small set of silver flechettes~looking slightly like little sharpened darts. The parchment is placed on top of the silver darts, wrapped in a black velvet bow. It reads:

My lovely Fae~

I want to thank you for being what I needed, when I needed it. The knife is beautiful and I thank you most sincerely. These flechettes are my gift to you. Mayhap, one day...we will be bad together.
 
Magic twines around me like a playful child, urging me onwards. I appear in my place slowly until the disturbance is sighted. A smile tugs at my lips. I wander forward, taking the parchment first, my smile growing at the words. At the mention of ‘flechettes’ my hand tremors in excitement, my eyes flickering to the box. But I continue reading, my heart fluttering at the mention of being bad together.

Oh Luna… you shouldn’t have.

I purr with a devious smile, opening the box and letting the silver, sharpened implements glitter in the low light. My breath catches as I stroke a finger across them, shivering at just the thought of what they could invoke. I’d never used them before… but I’m sure I knew someone who could initiate me into their processes. I hum happily, placing them on the mantle piece above the fire. I fade back into the real world, my mind already whirring on when I could next seduce Luna into my little dark place.
 
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Thank you for the awesome pressie Hun, It is certainly a tempting tease. I hope you enjoy the candles I gave you and the paddle I gave Minx.

Happy Holidays Hun and all the best in 2010.
 
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We appear in a flush of my magic, the room contorts around us, sensing the mistresses indecision. Finally it settles on a bed, there's a whipping post in the centre of the room. Tables of toys line the walls as usual, I turn to my pet and tilt my head with a smile.

What do you want to prove to me, hmm pet?

I purr lightly, smiling slightly, with a touch of fading sadness.
 
I appear with my Mistress, wrapped in her arms...my little cotton tail and ears vanishes as we've left Harem, my collar, skirt and top still in place but the heels have disappeared into my boudoir. I watch the room contort and settle at last, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath as my Mistress releases me. I turn and go to my knees before her, looking up as she asks me.

I want to prove myself today Mistress...unlike any other time...prove myself worthy of you, of your love, of your collar and prove my undying love for you...my Mistress...no other can compare...

In my eyes there is love, consent, trust...the things I wouldn't give to just anyone and I give them to her...ready to prove anything, everything and all to her...my need to prove today is perhaps greater than ever and thankfully my body has healed and is prepared again...a new year and a new stage for us...I will prove...prove all the things I cannot put to words...
 
I appear with my Mistress, wrapped in her arms...my little cotton tail and ears vanishes as we've left Harem, my collar, skirt and top still in place but the heels have disappeared into my boudoir. I watch the room contort and settle at last, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath as my Mistress releases me. I turn and go to my knees before her, looking up as she asks me.

I want to prove myself today Mistress...unlike any other time...prove myself worthy of you, of your love, of your collar and prove my undying love for you...my Mistress...no other can compare...

In my eyes there is love, consent, trust...the things I wouldn't give to just anyone and I give them to her...ready to prove anything, everything and all to her...my need to prove today is perhaps greater than ever and thankfully my body has healed and is prepared again...a new year and a new stage for us...I will prove...prove all the things I cannot put to words...

I try to remain imposing and not go all warm and gooey. I smile though, running my fingers through her hair. I remain silent for a moment then relax, shaking my curls out softly.


What makes you think you haven't already proven that to me pet?

I ask gently, tipping her head up and wrapping my hand around her slender throat, stroking with one finger. I lean down to kiss her lips.


But we could both work of some energy today. Your skin is to perfect, my beauty. You may pick the toy today. Go and bring it to me, hands and knees, you know the drill pet.
 
I close my eyes as she runs her fingers through my hair and open them as she finally speaks...she knows the answer...I'm a royal screw up! I'm more disappointed in myself than she could ever know...how close I continue to come to fuckin' up with her...my eyes tighten slightly to stem tears as she wraps her hand around my throat and kisses my lips.

I nod as she speaks and releases me, already my mind whirring with what to bring her as I crawl to the table. I shake my head at the flogger...today it isn't enough...today is more to me...today is for pain. I bypass the candle...it's not enough...not today. Clamps...toys...I pass them all...today I take careful consideration into what I choose. Finally I come to the end of the table and even manage a weak smile as I choose the one thing that perhaps causes me the most fear when wielded by my Mistress - the cat of nine tails. I pick up the whip and grip it in my teeth, silence for this is a task I fear...I wrap the tails around my neck and crawl back to my Mistress. Holding it and looking up at her...love in my eyes...
 
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