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

[EzraPound]

I feel the convulsions starting and so I stop sliding two fingers deep into her massaging her "spot" letting the waves of her orgasm wash over her....

as she relaxes slightly I lift her to me, kissing her softly before folding her into my arms holding her tightly.

"I love you little one, but you soo deserved this little spanking " *smiling ironically*

we stand after a moment and nodding to FM and Leopold I walk her out to the RW.

 

[fuckmeat]

Well, looks like I'm a little late, but haven't missed all the fun.

Snaps his fingers with a playful grin.

Coffee, my dear hostess, if you have some to share. Else I'll have to find a fitting substitute to wake up more fully...

Pulls up a chair and sits with his legs casually crossed to enjoy the show.

pours a steaming cup and serves it to Leopald before settling beside his feet

Having a good weekend? Have you had any more thoughts on our thread idea?

 

[Leopald]

Sips the coffee and sighs.

My weekend is only just beginning, but it should be a good one. Going to visit the family tonight and headed out to a very good japanese steakhouse. Among other things, they have some good sushi. But, alas, our entertainment was over all too soon, it seems.

And yes, I have some more ideas, though most of them involve the remote part of the world line of thinking. I was considering the posibility of the female character getting caught in a rather compromising situation, one which her husband would be very sore to learn of. But that would require the male character to have some sort of knowledge or way to get in touch with her husband. Either a prior friendship or maye buisiness partnership, I dunno.

Maybe we should ask some of your guests for ideas as well.

Grins and winks.

 

[fuckmeat]

I think they've run away.

Contacting the husband would be as easy as stealing her cell phone or finding out what number she dialled from a hotel room.

 

[Leopald]

The cell phone idea works, but unless she has him labeled as "hubby" on there, she'll have to bring him up in casual comversation, by name.

Of course, the cell phone also brings up an entire list of people who would be aghast at learning of her activities. I was thinking a one-time deal, something she'd never do under normal circumstances but had no choice now. And that something just happens to be caught on film...

 

[fuckmeat]

A cell phone or perhaps a laptop. A quick look through her recent emails would make it clear who was her husband. She could even have one equipped with a webcam that could be used to film her.

 

[Leopald]

Finishes his cup and smiles.

Delicious. And the coffe was very good, too.

I like the webcam, but there are certain things to decide before diving in. First of which being, just how remote will they be, if at all? Obviouly they have access to power, but what about internet? Transfering files from a laptop to a smartphone or portable media device is doable via bluetooth or hard wiring, which eliminates the need for internet. But do we want them to be without internet and give her a false sense that if she plays along for a while she might get the files deleted?

Or in contrast, would the idea of not being remote at all work better for the story? Being on someones home turf opens up some options on either side. But then we'd have to come up with a damn good reason she gets caught in a lewd act to begin with.

 

[fuckmeat]

I don't know. Your character could orchestrate the lewd act perhaps, by getting someone else to seduce her? Or he could maybe force her into something and then edit the footage so that it appears to be consensual? Maybe hold a weapon out of shot to make her do what he wants?

As for location, I'm happy to be guided by you on that one. If they were somewhere with internet access like his place, the threat would be that much more immediate. If the location was remote though, she has fewer options when it comes to escape or summoning help.

 

[fuckmeat]

RL is calling me away. I need to disappear for half an hour or so. Perhaps we can have some fun of our own when I get back?

 

[Leopald]

I'll have my rope ready, dearheart. Maybe we'll make use of that hook that was mentioned earlier.

Winks as he sets his cup down and relaxes, content to wait.

 

[fuckmeat]

walks back in warily, unsure what I have let myself in for, but eager to find out. I approach Leopald and kneel before him.

 

[Leopald]

Welcome back, little one. I had some thoughts on our story plans while you we're gone, but first...

Pulls out a length of relatively thin rope and makes a display of unwrapping it.

What's say we make you more accessable?

 

[fuckmeat]

I watch him unwrap the rope, knowing that this is my last opportunity to change my mind. Once I am accessible, I will also be at whatever passes for his mercy.

As you wish.

I await instruction as to how he wishes to proceed.

 

[Leopald]

Of course.

Smiles, eyes shining mischeviously as the rope is now completely unraveled. I stretch it to its full length, about a meter, and test the integrity as I watch her reaction closely.

Stand up and come closer, hands clasped in front of you.

 

[fuckmeat]

I step forward and offer him my clasped hands. My instinct is to try and read his facial expression but I control the urge to look up, keeping my gaze lowered. His proximity and intent send a jolt of anticipation through me and my pussy begins to moisten.

 

[Leopald]

Brings the rope around one wrist and wraps it tightly several times. After tying that wrist, I begin on the other, until each is covered with several wraps and a tight knot, with a small length of rope between them. I smile in satisfaction and firmly lead her over to the hook. Without cerimony, she is lifted slightly as the rope is put in the hook, her arms now stretched above her head.

Well, looks like I was close in my estimation. You'll have to stand on your toes to relieve your arms, but you won't escape easily, at least...

 

[fuckmeat]

A chill runs down my spine at his assumption that I will want to escape him. I stand on my toes and present myself as best as I can, arching my back a little to display my breasts and ass.

 

[Leopald]

I'll tell you what I was thinking while I search for some tools.

I turn to the large oak chest and open it with a creek. Rummaging through it, I begin to speak.

Your character finds herself on a trip, somewhere in Europe, trying to get home to her husband. In the process, her purse is stolen, containing her phone, cards, passport, and identification. She has her laptop and a small amount of cash, certainly not enough for another plane ticket. Her current flight won't let her board with documents, and her husband is not available to check his email.

I pause and hold up some rather crude screw clamps, and I assume they were designed for nipples. I smile as I hold them high and look at you.

She finds herself in the airport bar nursing a drink when she meets my character. He'll start with good intentions, sure. But his curiosity always did get the best of him.

I pull out a flogger and snap it a few times.

What do you think?

 

[fuckmeat]

My eyes follow you as you move and speak, but I do not look up at your face. I watch you handle the clamps and whip, my sensitised body already imagining how they will feel on me. I force my fevered mind to consider your question.

That sounds good Sir. Will your character be European then, or an American?

 

[Leopald]

American. Always write what you know, and sadly Europe is one of 2 continents in the world that I have not spent any time in. Always wanted to, but haven't been able to. The other is South America, but that really has no bearing to our discussion.

Eyes your body hungrily. I reach up and run a thumb across your nipple before pinching it firmly. I set the clamp on it an tighten slowly, watching your face.

Too tight?

Twists the screw once more, anyways, then sets to work on the other. I step back to admire the now strained nipples, and the reddening breasts behind them.

Now, for the real fun.

 

[fuckmeat]

I try not to wince too much as he applies the clamps. I know he is testing me, feeling out my tolerance. I don't want to disappoint him. Adrenaline courses through me as I await the first flogger stroke, wondering how vicious it will be.

 

[Leopald]

I run the business end of the flogger across her stomach and hips as I move around behind her. Tapping it between her shoulders a few times, I look for any visual response. In the few moments that I pause, I wonder what is going through her mind. Then the first strike lands across her ass. Hard, but not as hard as I can. I don't want to short out those delicious nerve endings too soon into our fun.

 

[fuckmeat]

I buck slightly and utter a low moan. My ass starts to redden and warm, a tingling sensation that always makes me wet. My nipples are bullet hard and aching as the clamps sway with my movement. I swiftly regain control and hold still again.

 

[Leopald]

The flogger traces her ass softly, before the second strike lands. I study the the light red forming and note that some of the leather strands had evidently reached the back of her thighs. I smile inwardly and force the handle in between her legs and drag the rough leather across her pussy once.

Let's see how we're doing so far.

 

[fuckmeat]

I blush as the flogger handle presses between my legs because I know how wet I am. I resist the urge to press back against it. I hold my breath as you inspect it, wondering what your verdict will be.