fuckmeat's medieval bedchamber ~ open OOC chat for the deviant and depraved.

[Leopald]

Smiles coldly, and moves around behind her, his hand trailing her body as he does.

So pretty. Such a shame I have to mark it...

Steps back and lashes the whip, aimed at the center of her back, high between the shoulder blades.

 

[fuckmeat]

*cries out quietly as the impact hits, with no small degree of force behind it*

Thank you Sir. *I murmur, low and contrite*

 

[Leopald]

Pauses for a few moments, as if considering his next target. Then he smiles and aims the next loud "crack" at the small of her back, just above the curve of her bum.

I do so love the sound of whips and whimpers...

 

[fuckmeat]

*this time I am braced for the blow but it still smarts. pain blossoms at the base of my spine and I have to fight to stay still*

 

[Leopald]

Aims the third directly at her ass, watching as the whip savagely marks the soft flesh. Then he steps forward and runs his fingers over the raised skin.

Does it sting, my dear?

 

[fuckmeat]

*the moan as his whip strikes my ass contains more than a note of pleasure, now he has moved away from my sensitive spine. I feel more of my flesh warm and redden and there is an answering pulse from the heat slowly pooling in my belly. I feel myself beginning to get wet for him. My arousal makes my nipples and clit ache and throb*

Yes Sir, *I reply slightly breathlessly. I realise that my pleasure may not be his goal here and my face flushes as my arousal becomes more evident*

 

[Leopald]

Chuckles and moves away, deciding to make her wait for the next strike. He goes and silently pours himself a whiskey, drinking it before finally coming back. Two cracks in rapid succession savagely tear across the backs of her thighs.

But you do wear stripes well.

 

[fuckmeat]

*I wait, scarcely breathing, then yell as my delicate inner thighs are whipped, the tails curling into even more sensitive flesh. The pain is sharp and harder to take than anything else thus far. My legs tremble a little but I return to my original pose as swiftly as possible*

 

[Leopald]

Traces his fingers along her flesh once more as he moves back in front of her. He takes another drink and smiles before speaking.

Any more thoughts on our story yet?

The whip lashes out again before witing for a response, drawing a nasty line just below her clamped nipples.

 

[fuckmeat]

*the lash across my ribcage makes me buck. it pulls on my nipple clamps viciously and i moan. I decide that now is not the time to tell him that the idea isn't growing on me. i drop my head*

Nothing new Sir. *I reply apologetically, in too much pain to try lying*

 

[Leopald]

Frowns. Then aims the next lash a little lower on the stomach.

Did you want to try something different, then?

 

[fuckmeat]

*quails beneath his stern gaze, knowing there's no going back now I have spoken*

I suppose Sir, it would be fun to do something really different, rather than a kind of standard plotline. Something really twisted with scope for lots of mindfuckery.

*chances a glance upwards to gauge his reaction*

 

[Leopald]

Ponders.

Did you have something in mind?

Another lash forms on her thigh, after a resounding "snap".

 

[fuckmeat]

*i do a better job of holding still for the next stroke but have trouble gathering my thoughts to answer his question*

I was thinking the other day about a scenario where a girl is rescued from some fate by a guy, only for him to become her new nemesis. A scenario where she has to publicly behave as though she adores and is fiercely loyal to him. Perhaps he is famous and successful and has never been able to risk mistreating a girl before in case he winds up in the papers or even jail.

 

[Leopald]

Hmmm...

Not bad, my dear. We'll have to think about certain aspects, like what circustances she's in, how they meet, etc.

But I like it, over all.

 

[fuckmeat]

*sighs with relief*

I am glad you like it Sir.

 

[Leopald]

Give me some time to think about it, and then we'll get together and hash out some thoughts and ideas, alright?

Smiles before reaching up to loosening and remove the clamps, untie the rope, and kiss her forehead softly.

 

[fuckmeat]

*I gasp as my nipples and cit are released, feeling the sweet ache and rush of blood. when he kisses my forehead, I smile and breathe him in*

That would be great Sir, though I'm a little behind on the threads I already have right now.

 

[Leopald]

Smiles and nods.

I understand, my dear. I'll do my best to be patient with you in that respect, at least.

 

[fuckmeat]

Do you have any plans for the evening? It's getting a little late here now so your night must be just beginning.

 

[Leopald]

Its a quiet sunday evening. No plans, really. Just thinking about staying in and watching a movie. Not really sure yet.

How about you? Got any last-minute fun planned before bed?

 

[fuckmeat]

Oh yeah, the unparalleled delight of ironing the clothes I washed today. Black Books, a British sitcom, is on the TV though and it's absolute gold. I also have a glass of chilled rose wine and I may play a few hands of online poker before bed. I only bet a few cents at a time but it keeps me amused.

 

[fuckmeat]

Here's a snippet for your viewing pleasure.

Black Books

 

[Leopald]

I think the only British shows I've ever watched are Monty Python and Doctor Who. Both of which were a guilty pleasure for me.

I can't say I'm much of a wine drinker. I usually stick with whiskey, sometimes vodka. Though I really don't drink that often anymore. It just isn't the same desire as it used to be.

 

[fuckmeat]

Yeah. Wine, whiskey and vodka are about the only alcoholic drinks I enjoy. I do like a good bottle of wine but this is just cheap stuff from the corner shop, which is why I've mixed it with lemonade and lots of ice.