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

[fuckmeat]

He pulled her in close to his face by her throat, squeezing the life out of her while his own expression remained impassive. His voice was a low feral sneer and it almost made her knees buckle.

Care to tell me why I had to get my own drink when I walked in, bitch?

Of course she couldn't, he had her by the throat and they both knew that wasn't the point of what was happening here. He slapped her face and threw her down onto the floor, telling her to order some food. She remained on the floor for a few moments, gasping air into her lungs as she crawled back towards his chair to retrieve his glass. She got shakily to her feet and poured him another drink while she used the phone.

"... yeah that's everything but please hurry it up."

She returned to kneel and offer him another drink. The food should be no time at all, what she had ordered didn't even require cooking. Part of her was worried about him going through his drinks so quickly but it was certainly not her place to comment or try to slow him down.

 

[Leopald]

He watched her move away quickly, fetching another drink and picking up the phone, presumably to place an order, though he couldn't hear what was being said. As she returned, he took the glass and enjoyed another slow sip. Delicious.

He didn't bother asking what she had ordered, or even how long it would be. Instead, he stood and rose in front of her, looking down as he swirled his drink idly.

I hope the food arrives soon, for your sake...

Else, he would be rough enough on her to make her wish she'd prepared it faster with her own two hands...

 

[fuckmeat]

She knocked back a shot herself, then simply knelt at his feet, her eyes kept low. Now was not the time to do anything else. His intent was clear and any initiative on her part would earn her a whirlwind of suffering. The liquor burned its way down to her belly as she waited to find out what would happen next.

 

[Leopald]

With the last of his drink gone, he was on her. He dragged her over towards the bed, grabbing a pair of leather cuffs as he went. She was soon on her stomach, with him grabbing her wrists and pulling them back to secure them in the cuffs.

Once they were on and tight, he rolled her onto her back, before grabbing a handful of the material covering her crotch and ripping away. Then he simply sat there, next to her on the bed, and spoke softly.

Don't move.

 

[fuckmeat]

She didn't fight as he dragged her across the room, though the instinctive responses were still there and still needed suppressing. He threw her face down on the bed and cuffed her wrists, pulling them behind her hard enough to make her squeal and squirm. She was rolled onto her back and stared up at him, helpless, scared and excited, as he tore the thin fabric from her crotch. The man went through so much lingerie that way, she mentally tutted at him.

Then just as suddenly, he fell still, looking over her partially exposed body.

Don't move.

He spoke softly but she knew it was deceptive. She froze. Everything except the swift rise and fall of her chest and the fire burning in her eyes for him. She held his gaze boldly, wanting to connect with him somehow before he turned on her.

 

[Leopald]

Fingers ran along her body as his eyes matched her stare. For a brief moment, he decided on a bit of mercy, and leaned down to give her a brief kiss, his hand cupping her cheek for a moment longer. A whisper in her ear, meant for her alone.

Then he sat up, his fingers once again raking down her flesh, brushing the light chains of her outfit as they did. He took a hold of her protruding nipples and pinched hard, twisting and rolling with a wicked grin.

In an act of cruelty more than anything else, he gently stroked at her exposed slit before pulling back and slapping the mound hard.

 

[fuckmeat]

She kissed him hungrily, her arms moving beneath her, aching to embrace him. His whisper made her blush, but whether through love or embarrassment could not be discerned. She moaned as he attacked a nipple, pinching and squeezing it hard.

His touch on her cunt was electric and she wanted to press herself against him but she remained still. The slap that followed struck her clit hard and made her body jolt as though he had electrocuted her, which in essence, he had.

 

[Leopald]

Fingers, nails, lips, and teeth were all working to torture and tease now. Almost every visible areas of her skin, which was most of it, given her outfit, was victim to his touch and taste. Thighs, stomach, breasts, nipples, arms, shoulders; he alternated between each with hands and mouth working. Yet he never tarried long enough on any one spot to overload the nerve endings. Some actions were gentle, like a soft kiss, or a light graze, while others were more hard and rough, like nails dragging, or teeth sinking in to the yielding target.

After several long minutes, there was a knock at the door, and he paused and smiled down at her before turning to head for the door to answer. Their food had arrived, finally. And just in time, as he was considering moving on to more brutal methods for torturing his little slave. He paid the man, and offered a fairly decent tip, despite the fact that the stranger was getting quite an eyeful of the bound girl on the bed. As it was, when the door was closed, the delivery guy's nose was almost caught in it.

He shook his head and chuckled as he carried the plastic containers of dinner back towards the bed, and took his time laying everything out for his pleasure.

 

[fuckmeat]

She squirmed and writhed beneath him, gasping and moaning and yelping by turns. He knew just how to fire her up all right and it was clear that he was just getting started. She was arching up off the bed and pressing herself into his hands and teeth when the doorbell rang.

Fortunately, he didn't send her cuffed and virtually naked to try accepting the food delivery, though he did nothing to stop the guy from staring at her prone, bound, flushing form. For a fleeting fraction of a second, a vivid image of being double fucked by them both lanced through her mind but she pushed it aside and tried to focus. Master has a talent for knowing when her mind was wandering and he never tolerated it.

He brought over the bento boxes and started laying out the beautifully made sushi. There was also some sake, which she had thought would make a nice alternative to whiskey.

It suddenly occurred to her that she had ordered for them both without consulting him. She began to wonder now whether getting food for herself would be considered taking a liberty. Regardless, she knew he would enjoy making her earn every bite.

 

[Leopald]

Once the rolls were laid out, he glanced down at the amount and frowned slightly. That presumptuous little cunt...

This is a lot of food, thing. Did you assume that you were going to eat too? You think you deserve such meals as sushi? I don't think so, bitch.

A cold laugh, while he busied himself mixing dabs of wasabi into the cups of soy sauce. He popped apart the included chopsticks and rubbed them together briskly, before using them to stir the soy and wasabe. Once done, he began lining up the little rolls along his slave's flesh, one by one. They were settled over her breasts, following the swells, then in two lines down the sides of her stomach. The middle was left open, but the trails went on, until the rolls traversed the tops of her thighs.

Don't you dare let any of these fall, cunt...

His warning was quiet, and spoken as he set about the last task of pouring a small puddle of the soy mixture directly over her navel. He would have to reapply every few dips, but it was fun nonetheless. Then he picked up the sticks and eyed his creation.

Delicious.

 

[fuckmeat]

she exhaled and tried to focus, slowing her breathing and making it as shallow as possible, as though pretending to be dead. The sushi rolls on her body rose and fell slightly... slowly... as he got stuck in to his meal. Her entire body was tensed, burning O2 just from the intensity of the situation, her heart racing with adrenaline, squandering air that she couldn't easily replace.

The soy sauce was cold on her tummy but she resisted the urge to flinch. The scents of the food wafted up to her, prompting a low rumble from deep within her gut.

Some things were simply beyond her control.

 

[Leopald]

The sushi was delicious, in all. Rolls with salmon, with tuna, and shrimp had come with this order, and after dipping each into the soy sauce, he would savor the taste fully in his mouth. As he chewed his latest bite, he gazed down at her. He'd gone through half a dozen rolls pretty quickly, with still a dozen or so spread across her body. But something was missing in her torture. Ah, that's it.

He picked up a roll with his fingers, with the deep pink salmon along the outside, and patted her cheek in a sign to open her mouth. This roll was placed between her lips with a small warning.

No eating. Just hold it there, cunt.

A tuna roll was selected next, and while using the chopsticks to spread apart the folds of her wet pussy, he placed it just inside her slit and let the lips close around it. Then a small laugh, before he applied more soy and wasabi to her stomach and continued eating.

This was really well-prepared sushi. And the presentation was top-notch.

 

[fuckmeat]

Her eyes widened as he placed the roll in her mouth. Her mouth was watering, ready to receive it, as optimistic and deluded as her cunt usually was when Master occasionally found a sexual use for her. To compound her body's treachery, Master pushed a roll between her pussylips. She held as still as possible.#

Slowly, gradually, the roll in her wet mouth began to lose its integrity, soaking up her saliva like soy sauce. She raised her tongue, to support the roll from underneath. If she closed her lips tighter around it he might think she was going to eat it. Pressing her tongue to that fresh salmon and holding it there was real torture though. The sounds of Master enjoying his meal made her own stomach pitch jealously, demanding its share.

She was forced to breathe quick and shallow through her nose, suffusing herself with the delicious scents of his meal.

Bastard.

 

[Leopald]

He was watching carefully as he ate, and the number of rolls on her body were dwindling slowly. The salmon covered one in her mouth was starting to fall apart, so he clicked in disappointment and used his finger to shove the roll completely through her lips, with bits of rice still along the outside.

The one hanging out of her cunt was doing the same, now. So he gingerly cupped it from below as he knocked it free. This roll was shoved into her mouth as soon as the first was gone.

Who needs soy when you have a wet pussy, eh?

His laugh was mostly to himself, as he started knocking the last bits of rice from between her pussy-lips, even as he continued eating the rolls on her body.

 

[fuckmeat]

She was grateful that he had fed her anything at all but the unceremonious way he mad her eat had her blushing for him. Relieved of having to 'hold' anything, she relaxed once more into her task, more tension leavng her body as her stomach's grumbling was momentarily sated.

 

[Leopald]

Her blush did not go unnoticed, but he simply laughed harder at her expense. There were three more rolls left, and he was finally sated. So, one by one, he stuffed them into her mouth, each being barely gone before the next was shoved in place. When she finally finished chewing, he smiled and began running his fingers over her body.

What very little of the soy sauce was left, he gathered on his fingertips and ran over her lips, then he grabbed a clean towel and wiped away the last from her stomach.

Did you enjoy you're dinner as much as I, little bitch?

 

[fuckmeat]

She ate what he gave her hungrily, arching slightly as he cleaned her up and touched her, flexing muscles that had become cramped.

Did you enjoy you're dinner as much as I, little bitch?

Yes Sir

I replied dutifully. I wasn't full but I wasn't starving either and I wasn hardly going to complain. As always I was apprehensive, wondering what his next move would be.

 

[Leopald]

His fingers continued to roam her flesh absently as she spoke her ascent to his question, though he could see the apprehension building in her eyes. But he never paid that sort of thing any mind. She was always fearful of him, and he was certain it was one of the biggest reasons she kept coming back for more. And he was never lacking in providing more to fear.

Suddenly, his hand lashed out and grabbed a fistful of her hair, and with a smooth motion, he pulled her cleanly off the bed and tossed her to the ground. He kicked her a few times to force her into the position he wanted; face to the floor, ass in the air. It was surely difficult with her hands bound, but he wouldn't accept excuses, so his feet continued to abuse her legs and sides, all the while chuckling at her difficulty.

His belt was removed during this process, and flashed as it struck her upturned ass hard.

 

[fuckmeat]

She knew it was the calm before the storm and her suspicions were confirmed when he pitched her to the floor without warning. She saved her face by landing on her side but that wasn't where he wanted her. He was swift to follow, kicking her upper body and legs till she got the idea of what he wanted. His shoe clad feet popped vicious shots at her, impeding her when she could have complied more swiftly but it was all part of the game. The deep pain that punched through her ribcage expelled the remaining air from her lungs with a guttural groan, so much so that when the first belt lash came, she couldn't even cry out.