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Good to know....
snapping her fingers and to either side of his form apears an industrial fan and vacuum
Just last night I called you sweet and innocent...
So no.. I do not think you evil...
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I notice the appearence of the objects, but am unfazed.
Ah.. you have much to learn about me. In this form, I`m powerful. I can lift strong trees out of the ground. Grow to the size of a second story house. And I`m immune to all forms of attack. I have a few weaknesses and that fan and vacuum are not one of them. Let me show you what I am.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ld9g_skzsS4
My tendrils reach her and slowly caress her arms.
Don`t worry. I won`t be mean to you.
Ah.. you have much to learn about me. In this form, I`m powerful. I can lift strong trees out of the ground. Grow to the size of a second story house. And I`m immune to all forms of attack. I have a few weaknesses and that fan and vacuum are not one of them. Let me show you what I am.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ld9g_skzsS4
My tendrils reach her and slowly caress her arms.
Don`t worry. I won`t be mean to you.
Jokas_Wild
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To Experience Pain Is Human, To Relish It Is Divine
It had always been a fascination of his, a perpetual kink ever since he was old enough to know of such things. To feel nails pressing into flesh, raking downwards and tearing the soft skin. While most would view this act as painful and unpleasant, the passion and the symbolism of it had a very different effect on him. To feel your lover's nails clawing into your back like a wild animal, that was when one felt truly alive and connected.
As he grew older and learned more and more about all things sexual, the feeling of nails took on another dimension. Not just to be raked in the heat of passion, but to be raked for the sheer sensation of it. To willingly present himself for such an exquisite pain, scared and knowing full well the physical repercussions but all to eager to submit to the experience. While the idea stimulated him to no end, it was ultimately brushed aside considering his own personal definitions that were hammered home by the opinion of the general masses.
Yet more time passed and he found himself in a new position, able to submit to another with trust. She was as twisted as he was, it was a bit surprising how much of their own personal kinks overlapped. She understood the feeling he craved because she in turn craved to be the one inflicting it, pushing the physical limits for her own pleasures and desires. They had discussed the idea and surprised by how receptive the other was, they set a date for the pair to play out the scene.
The rules had been already set along with a safe word for their encounter, a mutual decision had also been made not to utter a word to the other. Yelps, whimpers, yells, screams, tears and other guttural noises were allowed but the only time speech to be spoken was the safety word. The mutual silence only heightened every other sense, built more anxiety into every moment. He quietly stripped down to a simple pair of black boxer briefs before kneeling silently, head down and eyes closed. Only the skip to his breathing indicated how both nervous and excited he was, his pulse pounded in his ears in anticipation. They had agreed that his whole back, from shoulders down to the top of his ass crack, was her canvas to do with what she pleased as it suited her.
It started slowly, in a teasing manner really. Just soft tickles of finger tips, small traced lines and circles, an occasional poke. It was only when he allowed himself that first deep breath, when he truly started to calm down, that her nails dug into his skin. 4 fingers, equally spaced with sharpened nails, raked down from the base of his neck all the way to the waistband of his briefs. It was impossible to avoid the yelp of shock or the rapid breathing that followed but these things only seemed to fuel her fire. Her giggle, a sound that both excited and chilled him at this moment, cut through the still air. Razor fine tips continued to leave scratches this way and that, some intersecting one another, other times deepening the preexisting marks.
He was panting at this point, trembling slightly but not anywhere near done. This was a masterful display of pleasured pain and he felt honored to be apart of it, honored to be on the receiving end of so much attention and sensation. Within minutes thin trails of blood painted his back, the heat and tingling from his skin driving him mad. Still she continued, progressively getting harder and harder, gauging each reaction, expertly pushing him further and further.
5 minutes became 10. 10 became 20. Somehow 20 slid into 45 without him noticing. He had hazed out, a shaking mess that clearly craved more even as his body began to slip into shock. She deftly picked up the change and stopped scratching, instead easing him down with gentle strokes from the tips of her fingers. Blood now slickened most of his back and stained her fingers crimson but still she kept on stroking his raw skin, showing an exquisite amount of tenderness. Her words were just as soft as her touch, coaxing him back out of the haze and easing him into what was next. “You did very well, just keep breathing slowly. Just relax, lay flat on your stomach so your skin won’t be taunt. I’m going to make sure your ok, I promise that I don’t break my toys.”
A weak nod of acknowledgement was all he could muster, suddenly more exhausted then he had ever previously experienced in life. The edges of the sting started to set in within moments of laying and he couldn't help but let out a groan that descended into a whimper. He desperately tried to relax even while his muscles continued to involuntarily spasm and some wounds still oozed, the aftermath was even more brutal then expected.
Her words momentarily distracted him from the pain as she eased herself to the ground, words that promised of relief and care that he desperately needed. “I’m going to get some warm water to wash your wounds with, I need to make sure you don’t develop an infection or scar to badly.” She leaned over his prone body and her lips, so soft and sweet, brushed a patch on unaffected skin on the back of his neck. “You made me proud kitten.” The combination of her lips and the words made him shudder which in turn caused a pained moan. His voice was drained and a bit shaky but had a distinctly satisfied tone to it; “Thank you…”
Her touch while cleaning his wounds was in stark contrast to earlier, feather light and with all the care in the world. The warm water soothed his aching back but occasionally she found a particularly raw spot, eliciting a yelp from him. She would then plant a soft kiss to the tender spot, other times a teasing lick, still playing with him even while she helped him recover. All the while she talked to him, nothing of importance but simple things that required his participation so he didn’t slip into shock.
Cleaning up took almost as long as the session itself, a fact not lost on him as he admired the level of care she had displayed for him. She had taken excellent care of him when he was clearly incapable of helping himself, his trust had been well placed in her. One final kiss, this one to the small of his back, drew a delighted shiver shortly followed by a groan of pain. “You can rest kitten.” Her cheek then rested on the spot her just kissed, listening to his heart beat and his breathing as he drifted off into an exhausted slumber…
It had always been a fascination of his, a perpetual kink ever since he was old enough to know of such things. To feel nails pressing into flesh, raking downwards and tearing the soft skin. While most would view this act as painful and unpleasant, the passion and the symbolism of it had a very different effect on him. To feel your lover's nails clawing into your back like a wild animal, that was when one felt truly alive and connected.
As he grew older and learned more and more about all things sexual, the feeling of nails took on another dimension. Not just to be raked in the heat of passion, but to be raked for the sheer sensation of it. To willingly present himself for such an exquisite pain, scared and knowing full well the physical repercussions but all to eager to submit to the experience. While the idea stimulated him to no end, it was ultimately brushed aside considering his own personal definitions that were hammered home by the opinion of the general masses.
Yet more time passed and he found himself in a new position, able to submit to another with trust. She was as twisted as he was, it was a bit surprising how much of their own personal kinks overlapped. She understood the feeling he craved because she in turn craved to be the one inflicting it, pushing the physical limits for her own pleasures and desires. They had discussed the idea and surprised by how receptive the other was, they set a date for the pair to play out the scene.
The rules had been already set along with a safe word for their encounter, a mutual decision had also been made not to utter a word to the other. Yelps, whimpers, yells, screams, tears and other guttural noises were allowed but the only time speech to be spoken was the safety word. The mutual silence only heightened every other sense, built more anxiety into every moment. He quietly stripped down to a simple pair of black boxer briefs before kneeling silently, head down and eyes closed. Only the skip to his breathing indicated how both nervous and excited he was, his pulse pounded in his ears in anticipation. They had agreed that his whole back, from shoulders down to the top of his ass crack, was her canvas to do with what she pleased as it suited her.
It started slowly, in a teasing manner really. Just soft tickles of finger tips, small traced lines and circles, an occasional poke. It was only when he allowed himself that first deep breath, when he truly started to calm down, that her nails dug into his skin. 4 fingers, equally spaced with sharpened nails, raked down from the base of his neck all the way to the waistband of his briefs. It was impossible to avoid the yelp of shock or the rapid breathing that followed but these things only seemed to fuel her fire. Her giggle, a sound that both excited and chilled him at this moment, cut through the still air. Razor fine tips continued to leave scratches this way and that, some intersecting one another, other times deepening the preexisting marks.
He was panting at this point, trembling slightly but not anywhere near done. This was a masterful display of pleasured pain and he felt honored to be apart of it, honored to be on the receiving end of so much attention and sensation. Within minutes thin trails of blood painted his back, the heat and tingling from his skin driving him mad. Still she continued, progressively getting harder and harder, gauging each reaction, expertly pushing him further and further.
5 minutes became 10. 10 became 20. Somehow 20 slid into 45 without him noticing. He had hazed out, a shaking mess that clearly craved more even as his body began to slip into shock. She deftly picked up the change and stopped scratching, instead easing him down with gentle strokes from the tips of her fingers. Blood now slickened most of his back and stained her fingers crimson but still she kept on stroking his raw skin, showing an exquisite amount of tenderness. Her words were just as soft as her touch, coaxing him back out of the haze and easing him into what was next. “You did very well, just keep breathing slowly. Just relax, lay flat on your stomach so your skin won’t be taunt. I’m going to make sure your ok, I promise that I don’t break my toys.”
A weak nod of acknowledgement was all he could muster, suddenly more exhausted then he had ever previously experienced in life. The edges of the sting started to set in within moments of laying and he couldn't help but let out a groan that descended into a whimper. He desperately tried to relax even while his muscles continued to involuntarily spasm and some wounds still oozed, the aftermath was even more brutal then expected.
Her words momentarily distracted him from the pain as she eased herself to the ground, words that promised of relief and care that he desperately needed. “I’m going to get some warm water to wash your wounds with, I need to make sure you don’t develop an infection or scar to badly.” She leaned over his prone body and her lips, so soft and sweet, brushed a patch on unaffected skin on the back of his neck. “You made me proud kitten.” The combination of her lips and the words made him shudder which in turn caused a pained moan. His voice was drained and a bit shaky but had a distinctly satisfied tone to it; “Thank you…”
Her touch while cleaning his wounds was in stark contrast to earlier, feather light and with all the care in the world. The warm water soothed his aching back but occasionally she found a particularly raw spot, eliciting a yelp from him. She would then plant a soft kiss to the tender spot, other times a teasing lick, still playing with him even while she helped him recover. All the while she talked to him, nothing of importance but simple things that required his participation so he didn’t slip into shock.
Cleaning up took almost as long as the session itself, a fact not lost on him as he admired the level of care she had displayed for him. She had taken excellent care of him when he was clearly incapable of helping himself, his trust had been well placed in her. One final kiss, this one to the small of his back, drew a delighted shiver shortly followed by a groan of pain. “You can rest kitten.” Her cheek then rested on the spot her just kissed, listening to his heart beat and his breathing as he drifted off into an exhausted slumber…
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-Awakens on the floor, in the same spot he fell asleep last night sans his head in Nina's lap. Apparently she must of had some sort of twinge of mercy because a blanket had been tossed over his form and he clearly didn't feel his head whack the ground upon her departure. Nice change really!-
Nina?
-His voice echoed but didn't gain an immediate reply. A slight shrug at the silence, instead deciding that his new mission was to find some sort of coffee machine. It stood to reason she owned one, I mean hell, tea drinkers have to be coffee drinkers right? He rose stiffly and stretched out, an attempt to smooth the wrinkles from his clothes proved rather unsuccessful.-
Coffee coffee coffee, where could you be?
Nina?
-His voice echoed but didn't gain an immediate reply. A slight shrug at the silence, instead deciding that his new mission was to find some sort of coffee machine. It stood to reason she owned one, I mean hell, tea drinkers have to be coffee drinkers right? He rose stiffly and stretched out, an attempt to smooth the wrinkles from his clothes proved rather unsuccessful.-
Coffee coffee coffee, where could you be?
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-jumps slightly at her sudden silent appearance in the room- JESUS! God Nina, make some fuckin noise when you walk in a room! -clutches chest- I'm too young for a heart attack woman!
-Takes a deep breath before wandering off towards the machine and supplies.- Thanks for the blanket, unexpected but nice
-Takes a deep breath before wandering off towards the machine and supplies.- Thanks for the blanket, unexpected but nice
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giggles softly
Ha ha... You know that's not funny. And it's my nook I'll make as little noise as I like.
watching him walk away her fingers steepled under her chin, a smirk on her lips
It wouldn't be as much fun playing with you if you caught cold, now would it.
Ha ha... You know that's not funny. And it's my nook I'll make as little noise as I like.
watching him walk away her fingers steepled under her chin, a smirk on her lips
It wouldn't be as much fun playing with you if you caught cold, now would it.
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-chuckles as he watches life saving java start to fill the pot, that wonderful aroma filling his nostrils- I'm glad that your motivations was to preserve a toy, not kindess from your heart.
Now, I must say while that one of the better nights of sleep I've had in a while, why in gods name did you not wake me up and bring me to bed with you? I mean jeesh, you elbowed me in the ribs last night, I thought that was the new school way of saying "Wanna hook up?" -grins as he pours himself a mug and filling one for her also, making his way over to her with the steaming brew-
Unless I'm completely lost touch with the young hip kids I like to believe I'm apart of
Now, I must say while that one of the better nights of sleep I've had in a while, why in gods name did you not wake me up and bring me to bed with you? I mean jeesh, you elbowed me in the ribs last night, I thought that was the new school way of saying "Wanna hook up?" -grins as he pours himself a mug and filling one for her also, making his way over to her with the steaming brew-
Unless I'm completely lost touch with the young hip kids I like to believe I'm apart of
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Why can the preservation of a playmate not come from the heart. One must, at least on some level, care for the well being of another to truly fuck their world up. No?
laughing she tucked her feet under her rather than stretching out, which is completely dangerous when handling hot beverages, and delicately took the aromatic brew from the peacock
Hip... Well.... I never subscribed to any new or old school of thought...
Oh.. and you did say not to mind you... You shouldn't say things you don't mean.
laughing she tucked her feet under her rather than stretching out, which is completely dangerous when handling hot beverages, and delicately took the aromatic brew from the peacock
Hip... Well.... I never subscribed to any new or old school of thought...
Oh.. and you did say not to mind you... You shouldn't say things you don't mean.
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-laughs as he eased himself down across from her, savoring his first sip- Your right, it really does take alot of care to torture someone as effectively as you do. -grins- How silly of me!
Now in regards to my comment not to mind me, I meant don't mind that I'm dozing off. It in no way shape or form meant "please leave me on the ground, being in your bed would just be the most terrible thing!"
-a long sip, the coffee felt like a farmiliar lover, touching all the right parts as it warmed his insides- I forget sometimes that I need to be extremely literal with you less I end upside down and naked
Now in regards to my comment not to mind me, I meant don't mind that I'm dozing off. It in no way shape or form meant "please leave me on the ground, being in your bed would just be the most terrible thing!"
-a long sip, the coffee felt like a farmiliar lover, touching all the right parts as it warmed his insides- I forget sometimes that I need to be extremely literal with you less I end upside down and naked
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Oh really now? -grins over his mug- That sounds like a challenge to me and we both know I can't resist those. No matter how stupid, how reckless, how insane, I just can't so no for some stupid reason. Does that mean I'm spitting in the face of Darwin's Theory Of Evolution?
-finishes his mug in swallow, wincing slightly at the heat- Gah!
Remember what I keep telling you, it's pretty damn hard to break me. I mean you can use and abuse the daylights out of me but I'm pretty durable. Plus as I said, I'm clearly stupid/insane enough to agree to most of your ideas. Seems pretty win win to me!
-finishes his mug in swallow, wincing slightly at the heat- Gah!
Remember what I keep telling you, it's pretty damn hard to break me. I mean you can use and abuse the daylights out of me but I'm pretty durable. Plus as I said, I'm clearly stupid/insane enough to agree to most of your ideas. Seems pretty win win to me!
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Like choking on lava much?
reclining she sips her cup and watchs him barely sitting still
Are you leaving soon? That coffee didnt make you this jumpy this quickly.
And I know hanging you upside down would be fun, I just need a few ideas on how to keep you awake.
-sighs-
I really an not out to break you... close but not quite...
reclining she sips her cup and watchs him barely sitting still
Are you leaving soon? That coffee didnt make you this jumpy this quickly.
And I know hanging you upside down would be fun, I just need a few ideas on how to keep you awake.
-sighs-
I really an not out to break you... close but not quite...
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-stifles a few coughs with his hand, trying to hide what a clearly terrible idea that last large sip was- I love it -coughs- Best idea ever, I swear
-breaks down into a coughing fit at that point, his esphogaus was quite scalded-
If you need to keep me awake -sputters- Have me swallow that much java like an idiot. As for breaking me, I'll trust you on that one
-breaks down into a coughing fit at that point, his esphogaus was quite scalded-
If you need to keep me awake -sputters- Have me swallow that much java like an idiot. As for breaking me, I'll trust you on that one
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*Pokes her head around the the door after lockpicking it and doesn't see Nina. Leaves a gift box on the table. It's wrapped with a big red ribbon and an accompanying bow. There's a little gift card tucked under the red bow.
*tiptoes back out again*
"Dear Nina. Saw this. Thought of You. I already have one.
Cait~
PS.. the dude won't miss it. Trust me. "
Cait~
PS.. the dude won't miss it. Trust me. "
*tiptoes back out again*
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