Sernova's Summer Retreat

[Britwitch]

She can almost feel his eyes as he moves around her, she doesn't flinch. She stays still, hands resting lightly on her slightly parted thighs, the swells of her behind resting on her heels. She watches his feet some into view and watches on of them move towards her. Obediently, immediately, she shuffles her legs further apart, making the smooth sex between them that much more apparent. The floor beneath her knees is cold and contrasts with the growing heat within her body.

The chain attaches to the choker with a small click. The sound might have been small but it's effect is massive. Her stomach jolts with barely contained excitement, a tremor of nerves shoots down her spine before coming to rest somewhere deep between her parted thighs.

"Do I have to explain the rules to this room, little witch? Or do you think you can figure them out as we go?"

She raises her face as he guides it, eyes wide.
"I think I can learn them as we go..."
Her voice is quiet, respectful and shaking ever so slightly. Lips part as he draws closer, breath catching as their mouths almost meet. But the kiss she is expecting never comes and it takes all her control not to whine as his face draws back.

She feels a pull against her neck and he starts to move away. There have been no instructions to stand and so, she assumes, one of the rules she must adhere to is the manner in which she should follow him.
Smoothly she drops forward onto her hands and follows. Hips and rear swaying from side to side as she crawls behind him across the floor.

Keen eyes notice their destination and her sex thrums with anticipation as her gaze travel over the variety of implements on display. Some she has some degree of familiarity with, others remain a mystery.

"Tell me, fucktoy... Do you remember what I expected of you?"
"I..."
She begins but gets no further.
"A wet cunt, a willing throat, and a tight ass. And do you remember what I would have you wear for me?"
Her head nods, eyes sparkling as they spot the clamps dangling from his fingers. Cheeks flush a little brighter as memories of other meetings flash through her mind.
"Yes, yes I do.."

She sits back up on her heels as he approaches, arms moving to rest by her sides allowing him unhindered access to her chest. As fingers take hold of a breast her expression grows a little pained, a quiet whine rising up inside her.
"And I do so hope you at least remembered to bring the wet cunt tonight, little witch... I'd hate to think you couldn't even have that to offer me anymore..."
"I...I have and it is yours...to use as you wish..."
The tone is eager, the words earnest. They are also true. Her sex was wet from the minute he invited her inside. If she was honest, it was probably already aroused when the invitation arrived. Eyes meet his almost shyly as she adds.
"...as is the rest of my body..."

 

[Seranova]

"I...I have and it is yours...to use as you wish......as is the rest of my body..."
A hand wraps in her hair and yanks backwards to fully display that which she had given so freely. With a lean forward, his tongue slides flatly up the side of her neck and face with a slow, deliberate motion. The taste is everything he remembers. As is the smell. Her smell. It was different than the mix with the acrid burning smell of their usual meeting place, but her base scent was still as soft and delicate as ever.

"Good. I knew you wouldn't disappoint."

His hand releases her hair slowly, and the chain with clamps is dropped unceremoniously on the cold marble before her. Without even offering explanation or instruction, he turns to the collection of toys on the wall once more.

Fingers drag over a series of insertion toys that seem rather delicious at the moment. Various shapes and sizes meet his touch, as he tries to decide where to begin. Of course, the slow deliberation is more for her benefit, as at least he has a general idea of what he wants for her. Something for this hole... something for that...

"I know you're a fan of having your every hole stuffed with cock, little slut... but I'm afraid I only have one cock with which to stuff you. One hole at a time. Have you ever been completely stuffed before? How about with..."

As his voice trails off, he pulls down a harness with two inward-facing toys. The first, a short, fat dildo, is obviously designed for vaginal entry. The other, a longer yet much thinner and full of ridges tool, is meant for anal means. As his finger hold up the tool, his other hand retrieves a dab of lubricant from bottle on a perch, and he begins to lather the thin ribbed device slowly.

As he works, his green eyes study her face and reactions carefully. All the while, the smile on his own lips grows ever wider. Maybe he smiled too much. Maybe he had too much fun. Maybe this was why he was thought of as wicked...

"...Something like this?"

The end of the question finally asked, he drops the chastity belt to the ground before her, while casually slipping a small remote into his pocket. The one thing he failed to mention about this particular toy... was that it vibrates on command.

 

[Britwitch]

His tongue is warm as it glides over her skin. Clashing with the coldness beneath her. Her eyes flutter closed for an instant, relief filling her to know she has not let him down. There is a metallic tinkle and the clamps land on the floor. He moves away and for a second or two she pauses.
There had been no command and yet she knew he wished her to wear them in his presence.

Fingers scoop up the clamps and tentatively start to apply them. Teasing nipples until firm, standing proudly. Features wincing while she hisses through clenched teeth as the metal closes around first one, then the other. The tender buds throb incessantly and for a few minutes her eyes grow starry with tears.

The chain dangles down her front, it's last clamp left unconnected. She knows she should try to attach it herself but she can't. She's never attempted to and the fear of doing it wrong is greater than the fear of punishment for disobeying.

"I know you're a fan of having your every hole stuffed with cock, little slut... but I'm afraid I only have one cock with which to stuff you. One hole at a time. Have you ever been completely stuffed before? How about with...Something like this?"

Her eyes widen as the implement in question appears on the floor. One section glistening.

"No...no I haven't..."

She can't take her eyes off it. Relatively inexperienced she may be, completely naive she was not. She could imagine it's purpose and that thought made her tremble with excitement. Eyes look back up, begging silently, desperate. Wanting to feel it. Needing to.