VampiricTouch
Cold Selfish Bitch
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Christening the Boudoir
Slowly she walks through, admiring the elegant steel that stands proudly, inviting, foreboding to any who dare to test it's strength... and she can't help but want to be part of it. Surreptitious glances show that the boudoir is quiet, the halls are silent and she gives in to the urge.
A single bound brings her onto the the sheets as she falls back and stretches languidly across smooth satin, her appreciation expressed in a soft rumbling purr. A new bed... must be christened!
She runs from the room and returns in a thrice with a bag set aside to play with. The button up, the skirt are both rapidly tossed aside to reveal the corset sitting just under the curve of her breasts. The laces tightened to make her small figure that much smaller. The garter makes it's defined line down her thighs to the black laced stockings molding jealously to her legs.
The anticipation excites her. The rapid thrum of her heart beat heightens as she places the leather cuffs on her wrists. She gauges the height and distance as the stand is set up by the foot of the bed, and several lengths of chain before she climbs on...
Taking a deep breath, she ticks through her mind just what she needs to do to make this work... before continuing. The clamps. Her breath releases as her hands find their way to her nipples. Gently she coaxes, bent before the dildo secured to the stand as she rocks her sex over the toy now humming away. The soft globes of her ass and her sex placed on display for any who might happen to walk in... of course such tension only draws her further into her own arousal. It doesn't take long before they stand at attention under her ministrations and the clover clamps bite in. Her moan dies in a sharp gasp as each clamp is secured, the pair connected by a jeweled chain.
Attaching the chain to the headboard, she brings her hands back to cuff behind her. The key sits in the palm of her hand in the event she needs to escape. Carefully, she rolls her hips backwards, feeling the strain against the chain as they tighten their grip on her nipples. The head of her toy sits just within the folds of her sex. There are two heads, one already feeding the want in her loins, and the other, smaller one, pressing gently, insistently against her ass.
There she hesitates. Her body needs more, but should she lean back to press against her toy, the second head would undoubtly invade her ass and the clover clamps will tighten, entering into the first spectrum of pain. But she needs it. Her breath is heavy now, short gasps constrained by the corset that limits her oxygen as she rocks back once more.
"oh... oh fuck.... oh god..." The cry shudders from her as her ass and pussy are filled. The clamps tighten painfully now as her body trembles, struggles to balance herself. Rarely has pain ever felt this sweet. Her need blurring the fine lines of her pain and pleasure as her body rocks, thrusts, and pulls against the chain that holds her down. The sweat glistens from her as she works herself into a frenzy. The arch of her back beautifully restrained by the glittering of her chain that holds her to her place.
Lost in that nirvana, the excitement upon another's bed, the pleasure, the pain that consumes all.... she loses track of the room, of the surroundings of even her voice that resonates in harmony in her struggle against steel.... and one more stroke buries her toy to the hilt as the jolt against the chain tightens her clamps another notch and she screams... The tension snaps as her body convulses to wave after wave of her climax.
Spent, she falls forward and the toy slips from her depths with a wet pop as her body convulses in it's passing.... She knows not how long she rests before her eyes open and the haziness fades away. The dull ache against her nipples is a sore reminder that she needs to still free herself. Wearily, she fumbles with the key and after a long grueling second, the cuffs come free. Undoing the clamps she groans again as the blood rushes back to fill her tortured nipples...
She rests as the time ticks by. Finally much more in control of her own body again, she gathers her toys, straightens the bed and leaves a thank you card for the ladies that have allowed her time to play in the room. She pulls on only the blouse, letting the tails sway just above her derriere as she picks up her bag and leaves... the white fabric doing nothing to conceal the sway of her ass, nor the dampness between her thighs...
( Thank you Minxy and Ausus for letting me do this here. I really had a lot of fun when inspiration hit, and I'm grateful that you've allowed me this arena to express it. I realize that christening generally involves sex, but I was without a partner whilst writing and therefore I must settle for self bondage...)
Slowly she walks through, admiring the elegant steel that stands proudly, inviting, foreboding to any who dare to test it's strength... and she can't help but want to be part of it. Surreptitious glances show that the boudoir is quiet, the halls are silent and she gives in to the urge.
A single bound brings her onto the the sheets as she falls back and stretches languidly across smooth satin, her appreciation expressed in a soft rumbling purr. A new bed... must be christened!
She runs from the room and returns in a thrice with a bag set aside to play with. The button up, the skirt are both rapidly tossed aside to reveal the corset sitting just under the curve of her breasts. The laces tightened to make her small figure that much smaller. The garter makes it's defined line down her thighs to the black laced stockings molding jealously to her legs.
The anticipation excites her. The rapid thrum of her heart beat heightens as she places the leather cuffs on her wrists. She gauges the height and distance as the stand is set up by the foot of the bed, and several lengths of chain before she climbs on...
Taking a deep breath, she ticks through her mind just what she needs to do to make this work... before continuing. The clamps. Her breath releases as her hands find their way to her nipples. Gently she coaxes, bent before the dildo secured to the stand as she rocks her sex over the toy now humming away. The soft globes of her ass and her sex placed on display for any who might happen to walk in... of course such tension only draws her further into her own arousal. It doesn't take long before they stand at attention under her ministrations and the clover clamps bite in. Her moan dies in a sharp gasp as each clamp is secured, the pair connected by a jeweled chain.
Attaching the chain to the headboard, she brings her hands back to cuff behind her. The key sits in the palm of her hand in the event she needs to escape. Carefully, she rolls her hips backwards, feeling the strain against the chain as they tighten their grip on her nipples. The head of her toy sits just within the folds of her sex. There are two heads, one already feeding the want in her loins, and the other, smaller one, pressing gently, insistently against her ass.
There she hesitates. Her body needs more, but should she lean back to press against her toy, the second head would undoubtly invade her ass and the clover clamps will tighten, entering into the first spectrum of pain. But she needs it. Her breath is heavy now, short gasps constrained by the corset that limits her oxygen as she rocks back once more.
"oh... oh fuck.... oh god..." The cry shudders from her as her ass and pussy are filled. The clamps tighten painfully now as her body trembles, struggles to balance herself. Rarely has pain ever felt this sweet. Her need blurring the fine lines of her pain and pleasure as her body rocks, thrusts, and pulls against the chain that holds her down. The sweat glistens from her as she works herself into a frenzy. The arch of her back beautifully restrained by the glittering of her chain that holds her to her place.
Lost in that nirvana, the excitement upon another's bed, the pleasure, the pain that consumes all.... she loses track of the room, of the surroundings of even her voice that resonates in harmony in her struggle against steel.... and one more stroke buries her toy to the hilt as the jolt against the chain tightens her clamps another notch and she screams... The tension snaps as her body convulses to wave after wave of her climax.
Spent, she falls forward and the toy slips from her depths with a wet pop as her body convulses in it's passing.... She knows not how long she rests before her eyes open and the haziness fades away. The dull ache against her nipples is a sore reminder that she needs to still free herself. Wearily, she fumbles with the key and after a long grueling second, the cuffs come free. Undoing the clamps she groans again as the blood rushes back to fill her tortured nipples...
She rests as the time ticks by. Finally much more in control of her own body again, she gathers her toys, straightens the bed and leaves a thank you card for the ladies that have allowed her time to play in the room. She pulls on only the blouse, letting the tails sway just above her derriere as she picks up her bag and leaves... the white fabric doing nothing to conceal the sway of her ass, nor the dampness between her thighs...
( Thank you Minxy and Ausus for letting me do this here. I really had a lot of fun when inspiration hit, and I'm grateful that you've allowed me this arena to express it. I realize that christening generally involves sex, but I was without a partner whilst writing and therefore I must settle for self bondage...)
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