The House of the Se7en Sins

[Se7en_]

He watches her intently as she thinks about her guesses. He catches the movement of her legs from the corner of his eyes and grins knowing what that movement means. Clearly, she was very aroused but no where near release, but at least she was being treated well now and no longer punished and tortured.

As she finally made her mind and began telling him her guesses, he paid attention and smiled wide at her choices, all of which were on his list of things-to do to her, but she didn't guess the one that was going to go first.

He looked down at her as she nuzzled back into his chest and he smiled at her as she waited for his decision. Deciding to give her at least one of the things she asked for. He chose the first one and acted on it. First he leaned down, his lips finding her earlobe again, and a whisper crossed the small distance from lips to lobe, the gentle whisper tickling her skin as his warm breath washed over her ear and neck while he drank in her sweet feminine scent.

"I want to do all that to you pet, but sadly, you didn't guess right. None of those are what I have on mind now."

His voice was low and calm but not as gentle as earlier. He wanted her a little confused, a little scared as she didn't know what was coming next.

She wouldn't have to wait long though as his lips moved to hers, his tongue flicked on his own suddenly-dry lips. He put his lips to hers, wanting to taste her and give her the kiss they both wanted.

He nibbled on her lower lip, pulling the soft flesh between his lips and gently nibbling on it, then releasing it. He did this a few times, and then decided it was time for the real thing.

His lips wrapped around hers, laying claim to her, silencing whatever moans or protests as his tongue flicked out, licking her lips and teeth seeking entry to her warm interior.

His arms continued holding her, tighter and firmer, but still gentle at the same time. His arm around her waist pulled her closer to him, while the hand that was idly playing with her feet left to hold the back of her head, not allowing her to pull away. Not that she would want to pull away, getting a kiss from her Master was her first choice. Still, he wanted to remind her who's in charge and who she belonged to, who she served.

His tongue pushed in between her teeth seeking hers. His tongue found that slippery muscle inside and wrestled with it, licking and playing with it. Finally, pulling it inside his mouth and locking his lips on it teasing and suckling on the tender flesh

 

[Mephistophelily]

*the cuddle was comforting, his allowing it reassuring- she'd partially feared he would shove her back. But he had told her punishment only came from misbehavior. Certainly a thankful showing of her appreciation didn't fall into this category! The feel of his lips on her ear brought another smile to her own, but his words were a touch disappointing.*

"None of them, Master?," she asked sadly, squeaking out as he began to taunt her lips, her words merely lost as he nipped and captured between his teeth and own lips.

*her eyes rolled back slightly as he finally brought the taste of his lips so gently to hers, his hands pulling her in, keeping her close. Collected in, showing her how even a wrong answer may have still been a good thing. Moaning weakly against him, his tongue taking admission into her mouth, she welcomed him wholeheartedly with a dance from her own. Even her tongue obeyed him... A toy to his own.*

*her body, however, was a twisted little mess. His kiss engulfed her, left her burning for more. Fingers pressed to his chest as he held her, her twining legs more restless and shifting against his leg and chair. The weakest of moans turning to louder groans against his lips, a wordless thank you and beg for more. He rewarded her sounds with a deeper tongue's embrace, calling her own to come play with him. Her Master's mouth held new tastes for her, more for her to savor of him. He kept it claimed there, willing prisoner to his lavishing lips and tongue. If this hadn't been the correct guess, then why did it feel so wonderful?*

 

[Se7en_]

The taste of his pet's tongue was heavenly in his mouth. His lips and tongue weren't going to have enough of that tantalizing taste anytime soon. He made a mental note to invite her tongue over to play between his lips often. A bonus was that it was very enjoyable for both of them.

He could feel, hear and see her frustration, even though she was very much enjoying the tender hold and passionate kiss, she wanted more, she wanted release. He did get his release and was very much frustrated by the time he got it. It was frustrating to hold out, even if it was by his choice and he was in control of everything, so he could very well imagine how she felt by now. After a long session of discipline and punishment, it was time to show her the other side of the coin. To show her pleasure.

Hesitantly, he broke the kiss, letting her tongue slide back into her delicious mouth. His lips found her neck again and glided around her skin with the simplest of caresses and kisses, all the way down to her breasts. He gave each nipple one tantalizing kiss before his mouth found her ear again and once more he whispered.

"I hope you enjoyed the kiss my good little kitten, but that's only the beginning, the tip of the iceberg. The rewards for your obedience will be much more than just a kiss.

It won't all be rewards though, there is still training to be had, you're a good little kitten, but I want you to be my perfect little kitten, and that still needs some training, some even harsh, but don't let that discourage you, you will be getting more than enough pleasure to counteract the harsh treatment. Let me show you, actions speak louder than words pet."

With those words, he stood up, arms around her scooping her up in his strong arms. He carried her small body to the large desk and sat her down on the edge. Like earlier, he gripped her neck and hair and made her lie down on the cold polished surface, only this time his hold was gentle as he guided her down.

He splayed her over the table and then brought his chair closer and put it between her legs. Sitting on it, each of his hands grabbed one foot. His lips met her delicious toes in a loving kiss before he threw her legs over his shoulders, spreading and exposing her for him.

He leaned down between her legs, stopping his mouth right over her sex. He took a deep breath and then blew it out slowly over her petals, taking his time to tease her with the soft warm breath. His hands held and massaged her thighs, which were surely tired from all the effort and torments earlier.

After that, his mouth met her pussy for the slightest of moments, teasing her with a kiss that promises more to come if she wanted. He pulled his mouth slightly away from her center of pleasure and started whispering, making sure air is directed at her outer lips as he talks.

"Is this what you need pet? Tell me? Is it what you're craving? If so, then beg me and beg hard, and I might very well let you have what you desire. Also, remember pet, life is give and take, if I am giving you pleasure you need to do your part. In your position there is little you can do, so I suggest using those cute little feet of yours to rub my back."

 

[Mephistophelily]

*his agonizingly wonderful teases against her skin left her moaning in his lap, each motion causing her to writhe a bit more, ache a touch longer, desperately want to simply beg until he gave her relief from all he had caused- but he had said things would be done slowly without her proper guess. She cursed herself even more for the wrong answer now. The words played into her ear gave slight comfort, but also managed to add frustration. Good... but not perfect. Yes. She wanted to be perfect for him. He had shown her what could happen for a perfect little kitten- and why on Earth would she NOT want that?*

*Plucked from his lap, she held to him again, finding the coolness of the desk against her backside as he set her down. The hands against her guided her down, her head coming to rest against the very edge of the far side, her knees draped off the front. She could soon hear the rumble of his chair drawn across the floor, feel the warmth of his body before her, the sudden grasp of his hands against her ankle. A tiny little yelp- not of pain, but merely surprise- came from her as he blessed her toes with a moment's kiss each, the tiny tickle of his breath making her giggle yet again while still loving the sensation of his touch. Such a confusing thing... A confusion that traded off for immediate anticipation as he pulled her calves up over his shoulders, the silk of his shirt rubbing against her.*

"Master...," She breathed out, shivering as his own warm breath lingered, the blow he had given nearly making her arch from the table on that alone. His grip on her legs was not to force her down, but seemed more comforting than anything else, relaxing her as he played with the part of her feeling most tortured of all from all he had done. Her groans returned as he brought a momentary greeting to her needing sex, a welcome that left her digging against the table and trying to raise to him. He pulled away before her hips could move too far, His warmth still found her center as he spoke, certain syllables giving even more fuel to the fire with the heated breaths that flowed from him.*

*Beg. He wanted her to beg. She could certainly do that now.*

"Yes, Master- Please-," She started softly, a deep growl of a groan coming from her throat as merely the idea of him taking his tongue to her once again came to her mind. "Please, Master- let your kitten feel your tongue against her... I want to cum for you, Master, I want you to see what you do to me, I want to have your mouth taste what is his and claim it with his kiss and tongue... It hurts still from the prod, Master, won't you please take away the pain?"

*As she spoke, she remembered what he had said about give and take, the request for her to use her feet to encourage. No time like the present- her toes curled against his shoulders, running down along the blades to rub her heels against them, as best a massage she could pull from the position... And a try at pulling him closer, adding to her show of need for him.*

"Please, Master- You've let me taste of you, won't you come find what your girl tastes like?"

 

[Se7en_]

The combination of her voice, tone, choice of words, her body language and the gentle massaging of her feet against his shoulders and back all combined to more than convince him to push the lovely little kitten to the best orgasm of her life.

He would surely not tell her that though, but keep her guessing, waiting and anticipating what he would do to her. His hand reached to his shoulder and took her right ankle in his strong grip. He pulled her foot to his lips and planted a kiss on her ankle. His lips then trailed a line of gentle kisses very slowly very teasingly up her calf to the back of her knee and then even slower, more gentler more teasing down the sensitive skin on the inside of her thigh. He took his time kissing and licking the spots where the crop had lashed her, taking her pain away as she pleaded of him.

Finally, his lips reached her valley of pleasure again and he could no longer resist as he dived into it, wrapping his lips around her own for a long passionate kiss, drawing some of her honey out. It was lapped quickly by his tongue as it trailed around her petals very slowly, very teasingly from the bottom most point of her sex to the apex of it taking her ultra-sensitive clit between his lips and nibbling on it.

He was curiously watching and listening, trying to catch her reaction to everything he does, to see which moves draw the best reaction out of her. His tongue pushed and played with the sensitive flesh, helping to drive her to the pinnacle of pleasure that she so wanted, and the pleasure he had decided she had earned.

Stopping to catch his breath, he looked at her body and grinned deciding to extend her torment a little bit by not allowing her to cum that fast. One moment the tip of his tongue would quickly go around her clit with controlled movements almost pushing her to the point of no return, but then stopping just before she get's there. Instead using the flat of his tongue to slowly lick the entire area of her sex keeping her aroused but not quite there yet.

He slowly massaged her pussy with his expert tongue. He was just about starting to explore her inner lips, pushing his tongue in ever so gently, before drawing out as quickly as he came in. Again he flicked his tongue against her little button of pleasure before stopping again. At this point he was grinning from ear to ear as he teased her to the point of near orgasm and then stopped again and again. He wanted to hear more begging out of his little kitten.

His hands were busy massaging her thighs during the whole time, and they continued with that as he started talking. Only one hand went down more so his thumb would brush her sex as he massaged her leg.

"So, tell me kitten, what does a good girl say to her Master if she wants to be allowed to cum? Enlighten me pet or you won't be allowed to cum tonight."

 

[Mephistophelily]

*He didn't say anything. Had she said something wrong? Not being able to see him made it so much more frustrating... Instead, she could only lay in wait, running her feet anxiously against his shoulders before he took one up into his hand and drew it away. Her breath caught slightly as he treated it to a lingering path of affection, his attentions growing more and more shiver-inducing as he moved further up her body. The stop along her sore thighs was greatly appreciated, a thankful moan coming from his tender time against them.*

*The feel of those delicate kisses, however, was most greatly appreciated as he found his way to her sex. A high cry came from her lips as he greeted her with a kiss and tracing of his tongue, her heels digging against his back when he gave her sensitive clit equal attention. Her hands slapped down against the wood as he explored and played, sharp breaths drawn in as he found those spots that hit the perfect nerves. A toying push there- A lingering lapping here... The tender suckling of that spot, the pinch upon another.... Her calves pressed hard against his shoulders, her toes digging down into his shirt and starting to draw the fabric upward.*

*He stopped for a moment, though her body seemed to be unaware of that at first, her throbbing center still rocking slowly, searching out his comfort once again. His title uttered from her lips in what could almost be called a chanting plead, a faint whisper of the repetition as she whimpered softly. His tongue's play brought her so close, so desperately wanting him to let her find relief from the ache burning inside her... Each pass he made of the strong muscle against her, the agonizingly wonderful take of his tip along her clit, left her crooning out words she was certain had no actual meaning; just a jumble of sounds and noises of need. Repeating and repeating, but never going so far as to fully bring her past the brink he continued to push her toward- He seemed to stop just before, leaving her shaking and whining softly...*

*Another lingering stop, but his hands kept her from falling too far, both trailing her skin and taunting her pleading pussy lips as he spoke.*

"She- guh... A good girl... would..." He made it so hard to even find words to get out, with that touch... Finally drawing a breath and attempting to focus on what he asked, she found the words she had been hunting for. "Please, Master, let me cum for you- It hurts, it actually hurts, not just from the toys- Please let me cum for you, I need it...God, Master, I need to cum for you-!," She begged loudly, nearly sobbing as she waited to hear from him.*

 

[Se7en_]

'She definitely earned her release with that begging,' He thought to himself as he stood up. His thumb and middle finger spread her pussy lips open while the index finger enters her sex without warning as he moved to stand by her head. His finger moving inside her ever so slightly, teasing and toying with her.

He leaned down and wrapped his lips around hers, claiming her mouth once more, nibbling on her lips and tongue. He hesitantly pulled away, but he had a hungry pussy to sate. The kiss was most certainly brief but enjoyable.

Without saying a word, his free hand captured one large breast and began massaging and kneading the tender orb of pleasure. His mouth found her clit once again, drawing a breath and then blowing it slowly over the now-exposed little nub of pleasure coating it with cool air. As soon as he blew all of the air, he drew the apex of her sex inside his lips and began sucking on it, licking up and down its short length.

Meanwhile he was fingering her expertly with his long thick digit, finger fucking her while his lips suckled and nibbled on the sensitive nub of pleasure drawing all kinds of reactions from her. Not to mention causing her tasty juices to start flowing freely covering his hand and lips.

He never mouthed the words that gave her permission cum, but he knew his actions should be more than enough to coax an explosive orgasm out of her. He wanted her to hold back an orgasm as much as she could, maybe even feel regret when she cums without hearing him voice the permission.

To push her over the edge, the hand on her breast found her nipple, finger capturing the pink tip and pinching tightly. Finger continued pumping in and out of her pussy as his tongue fervently lapped around her budding clit, finally licking the tip of it with the tip of his tongue as the last touch to get his little kitten to cum for him.

 

[Mephistophelily]

*The gentle moan that came from her as he slid his finger into her needing core was muffled within moments by his kiss, the quick but deep gesture something she took as an added way of him saying he was pleased with her words.... She had done well for him. That thought, added to the motions he continued within her, brought a pleased smile and pink hue to her face.*

"Thank you, Master," She purred out happily as he glided his fingers across her breast, grasping and massaging as he moved, finally returning to where she most begged for him to find again. The croon of bliss that left her as he drove her on was long and howling; lips and tongue, breath and licks driving her mad as he buried his finger deeply into her.*

"Master- Ohhhh- Muh-Master-MASTERR!"

*She couldn't hold back the arching of her back as he continued on, his efforts increasing as he roved over her breast, fingers pinching- She could even hear the sound of his finger's efforts now, the wetness of her body engulfing him and his thrusting digit, the motions of his mouth...*

*Her legs dug down into his back, pulling him closer, trying to anchor herself, almost a flailing mess as she pushed her hands down against the desk and cried out. Her pussy's muscles tightened against him, the heavy panting of her breath growing louder between little sounds of need. Too much, all of it, wonderfully too much- Her hips bucked beneath his touch, beneath his tongue as she came, the haze of release flooding over her as she groaned out heavily, giving in to all he had given to her.*

 

[Se7en_]

He deeply enjoys watching his pet cum from him, finally finding release after a long session of discipline and punishment. He tastes her juices, appreciating the taste of her on his lips and tongue.

As she drops down from orgasmic bliss, he pulls her legs off of his back, giving each of her feet one more soft kiss. Then, he again moves to her head, wrapping his lips around hers, pulling her tongue inside so she could taste herself in him.

The kiss is long and passionate as his tongue dances with hers for a few moments before he pulls out and licks his lips only to lean down and whisper in her ear, his warm breath tickling her neck and ear.

"Are you happy now my dear little kitty? Satisfied for now?"

With those words, one arm sneaks under her waist, the other finding the back of her knees. He raises his arms, picking up her small body off of the table and into his warm embrace. He leans down and trails a line of soft kisses around her neck and chest whispering as he carries her.

"You're so light my dear little pet, light as a feather and I like picking you up and carrying you to where I want you. Do you like that as well my kitty?"

After holding her close to his chest for a good long minute, he puts her back down on her feet. His hand finds her hair and strokes her silky strands while his other hand idly plays with her nipple pulling at it and tweaking it as he starts explaining.

"Now pet, it's time to continue your training. Now, you have two roles with me, a female slave, and a kitty, you will play both roles and change from one to the other per my command.

In either role, you exist to serve me and pleasure me, and in exchange for that, I will take care of you and protect you, not to mention give you great pleasure for that obedience. Similar to what you just experienced. When you are in slave state, you may walk and talk, when you are in kitty state, you may only crawl on all fours and you may not talk as a kitty doesn't talk does she pet? She only makes cute kitten sounds.

Anyway, you will change form with two claps of my hands. Any questions or comments my girl?"

After giving her plenty of time to say whatever she wished, he clapped his hands twice, and watched her intently to see how she reacts.

 

[Mephistophelily]

*she merely moans again softly as he moves, feeling her legs lifted and brought back to the desk's edge after receiving gentle kisses along the way. Her smile is a tiny thing, content and blissful, soon enjoying the kiss of her Master and the gift of her flavor brought with it. Her mouth opens, accepting his tongue's offer to join it as he provides her a deeper sampling, sharing what he has given, and taken, from her. Her moan grows deeper, her own tongue dancing along his to take it from him.*

"I feel... Much better, Master. Happy kitten. Very happy kitten," she agrees in an almost breathless whisper, finding his arms scooping beneath her and bringing her to his chest. Her smile grows with this, curling against him and resting her fingers against his warmth, nodding at his question. "Yes, Master. I like it a lot... I like knowing you still want to hold me after all that. It makes me feel so much better..."

*the loving squeeze given before her toes find the floor gives her more comfort, even with the heads-up of her training about to resume. She can handle this, she deems as he speaks, his hands petting and idly playing at her breast, keeping the still aching nipple in his fingertips firm. Listening intently as he explains the two expectations he has from her, the two sides he wishes to see, she nods slowly and tries to keep track of the differences in rules. His girl- walk, speak. His kitten- crawl, mews. Seems simple enough to recall when needed.*

"I understand, Master..."
*she tries to quickly think of any questions she may have on the matter, pondering over any possible doubts or concerns-
"Is... Is kitty allowed on the furniture, Master?," she asks, jumping slightly as his hands clap together loudly in two sudden beats.

*she drops quickly, taking to her hands and knees, settled at his feet. Only the actions of a kitten, he had stated.... Her cheek nuzzles against his calf, showing her continued effort to want and please him, to show she can behave- and certainly not take any further meetings with his unfriendly toys of earlier.*

 

[Se7en_]

He smiles wide as his kitten drops to her hands and knees when he claps his hands twice, clearly very much interested in being an obedient little kitten, living both her roles to the fullest. She even brushed her cheek against his leg as a cat would do.

He moves to her side, but still blindfolded, she can't see a thing. He leans down and rests his hand on the back of her neck and scratches gently before trailing his nails down her back, mostly around her spine, softly teasing her skin as he would do a kitten. He wanted to see if she would enjoy it like a real kitten would.

"For my kitty being allowed on the furniture or not, it depends on whether she is a good kitty or not, and how she uses the furniture, there is no sitting on the couch or bed, you have to imagine how a kitty would use those and do as she does. Other than that you risk being punished without mercy. Understood kitten?"

His hand was gliding around her back as he explained, his other hand stroking her hair. Finally, the hand on her back reaches her bottom and he slaps each of her ass cheeks once, giving a soft swat to her soft firm bottom, not painful but hard enough to sting and be felt by her.

His hand couldn't resist sneaking between her ass cheeks and to her still-dripping pussy, giving it one tantalizing slow stroke across her velvet folds to promise what to come with continued obedience.

He then grabbed the silky tie still wrapped around his kitty's neck and tugged on it so she would follow him.

"Alright kitty, we're going to my dungeon now. My equipment is there, and I need to prepare you and play with you some more, and I am bored of this office, it wasn't made for sex, but it sure served that purpose rather well, don't you agree kitten?"

It wasn't a long walk, they only had to go up some stairs to the third floor where one of his dungeons resided. As they reached the dungeon, he let go of her tie and started looking around to figure out what to use on her next, and how to make her look like a kitten as he explained the next step for her.

"Sit tight pet, and don't be scared, this dungeon is for training, pleasure and some light discipline and punishment. The one you SHOULD be scared of is the dungeon in the basement, which is for harsh discipline and torture though I would assume you're such a good little girl I won't need to take you there anytime soon."

 

[Mephistophelily]

*a shiver runs through her as the unseen hand crosses her back, fingers dancing down her spine to both tickle and excite her. Her Master's touch, both soothing and frightening, depending his mood. But that's brought about by her own actions, isn't it? Every gruff thing he has brought down upon her was from her own doing. Her own fault. He was only giving her the greatest of discouragements on doing those bad things again.*

*his explanation on the furnishings seemed understandable enough. Allowed only if she kept to her role. She could handle that. When he asked if she understood, his hand had just caught the flesh of her rear, adding some extra force behind the responding affirmative "Mew" that left her lips.*

*the quick petting that rewards his pussycat brings a very feline sound from her, a purr of happiness over his touch, a momentary pout on her lips as he pulls away. Oh, but she had liked that. Why not more of that? Her hands and knees quickly move along the floor as he gives a light tug on the scarf, his kitten staying at his side as he led her on and explained their destination. Dungeon-? But... But he had... Said she was being so good?*

*A rolling little trill of agreement had to leave her with the comment on his office as he guides her up the stairs. The desk and chair certainly had other uses besides sitting for paperwork. Coming to stop at what she figured was the room he'd been heading for, she lets her knees push to the sides slightly, settling onto the floor with her hands resting between them, her toes nestled up against her behind. Listening, a touch of relief comes as he discourages her fears on the place, though doesn't like at all the sound of this space below his mansion. *

"Mrrrrowr." Another slightly trilled reply. Oh, yes. Definitely being good to avoid there- but.... What exactly is going on here?

 

[Se7en_]

After gathering some of the stuff he needs, he went back to his kitty, still sitting on the ground where he left her. He drops to one knee besides her and then helps her to lay on her back.

Firstly, he took one of her small hands and balled into a fist, a cute little fist. He then enclosed the balled fist into a soft leather mitten and secured it around her wrist. A leather cuff was then wrapped around her wrist. Both the cuff and the mitten were white, padded with a soft material and sparsely covered with some fur. A similar mitten and cuff were wrapped around her other hand as he explained.

"Make sure to let me know if anything I put on your body is painful or uncomfortable, this isn't a punishment, so I need to make sure you are comfortable, pet.

Also, I am not fond of latex or leather and I am not going to really make you look like a cat. Those are all very small touches, so your naturally gorgeous skin will not be covered, nothing is prettier than that my dear, so don't worry my girl, you will not be changed into a furry."

He chuckled as he moved to her feet and wrapped similar cuffs on each of her ankles, padded and soft with a little fur covering. All the cuffs had four small metal rings on each quadrant. Those rings acted as attachment points for bondage.

Then he moved back close to her side and gently poked around her belly and side to tickle her. He did that for a few moments before taking her waist and helping her back to her feet whispering in her ear.

"You may talk and walk now pet. I can change your role via words or with the clapping things."

His arms wrapped around her waist and back pulling her tight into his chest hugging her for a few moments. One hand then went to release the blindfold from her angelic eyes. He knew she was blindfolded quite a long time, so he pulled her head into his chest to protect her eyes from the strong light until her eyes adjust.

Holding her in a tight embrace, he began playfully groping her soft firm bottom while his other hand stroked her hair gently for a few minutes to ensure her eyes got used to being unrestricted again. He then leaned down and began teasing her shoulders and neck again with his hungry lips. The soft moist flesh gliding around her sensitive skin, distributing kisses on every inch of her delicious shoulders and neck.

"I will hold you till your eyes are comfortable with the light pet."

 

[Mephistophelily]

*she could hear him, anxiously waiting at the entry of the room, curious on the room she was brought to. Just what type of things were waiting in here? What was it he was looking for? He had said more to make her his little kitten- but there were so many different ways to look inro that... Her head raised up a bit more as she caught the sound of him approaching, his hand coming to help her rest against the floor. Keeping perfectly still, she moved only as he guided; her fists brought up gently and pouched, the soft jingle of metal heard as straps circled her wrists and ankles.*

*She tested the pieces on her hands, flexing her fingers a bit. Enough to give gently, but not allow open palms- forgiving of wrests flexing with the "bracelets", but not loose to easily pull off. Her ankles felt their hug as well, but certainly nothing painfully restrictive. She merely wriggled again, showing as best she could that all was well.*

*a little smile came to her at the promise of not trying to completely feline her, light giggles and squirms making her twist on the floor as he poked and tickled. Teasing Master! Finally given help back to her feet, she nodded as he gave the okay for speech and walking, enjoying the hug and nestling in against him.*

*a touch of surprise hit her as her eyes' covering was removed, his arm still holding her tight. She peered one eye open hesitantly, squeaking a bit at the sudden brightness and burying back against him. His hands certainly helped to distract her away from the lights, giggling again as he teased and groped. Nodding as he continued to hold her, she wriggled once more in his arms, finally pulling her head up once again and slowly peering around.*

"I think.... Yes. I am good now, Master... A little spotty, but I can see you." She looked up at him, smiling softly. Her makeup was slightly smeared, tiny traceaways of black from her eyes- touches of where her tears had traced from his actions earlier. But now, she smiled. She saw him looking down at her, and felt much better.*

 

[Se7en_]

Pleased at his slave, at her reactions, at her beauty, he smiled down at her as she said that it was fine. Her deep angelic eyes getting used to the light once more. He wanted to keep her blindfolded longer, but he knew that might not be good for her eyes, and he wouldn't risk harming her in any way. Even if he did hurt her, and will hurt her again when needed or when he feels like it. He knew he did hurt her and will hurt her quite badly at times.

However, this was different, discipline was different than actually causing permanent harm to her which was strictly unacceptable for him. It was breaking the trust she gave him, her trust of him to take care of her when she surrendered herself to him.

His hands moved up, and found his pet's soft cheeks. His fingers gently pinched and nipped her tender flesh while his pinky finger teased the top of her neck. After that, his hands gripped her cheeks a little tighter, tilting her head up more and to the side. He was looking into her eyes all the time, smiling warmly at her to comfort her. She was in good hands is what his eyes, loving smile and gentle hold tried to tell her.

His mouth dove down, lips laying claim to hers once again, blessing her with another deep passionate kiss. His tongue seeking quick entry between her moist ruby lips, licking them and her teeth before wrestling with her slippery tongue, forcing it into submission like the rest of her.

He broke the kiss to whisper in her ear, a soft seductive tone as his warm breath tickled her neck, bathing her in his scent as he basked in her sweet one.

"You are mine pet, I will enjoy every moment spent in your joyous company. I will treasure every single moment I have you in my arms, every time my lips meet yours and every time I take my pleasure from your gorgeous body. What do you say to that slave?"

Waiting for her answer, an answer he more or less already knew, but still he loved to hear her declare her submission to him, and wanted her to remember it al the time, to never forget it, never to forget how good it will be for her to be his.

He took her hands gently in his, gifting each of her small hands with a soft kiss planted on her slender fingers. He then locked the inner rings on her wrist cuffs together, pinning her hands together helplessly in front of her.

Then, his arm wrapped around her waist and guided her towards a corner of the room. The corner held one of the many devices strewn around the dungeon. The device was simple. It was a metallic frame in the shape of an upside down U. The top of the frame was a horizontal metal bar at waist height. He gently pushed her till her belly touched the cold metal and he again whispered in her ear.

"Don't be scared my lovely."

With that assurance, he began securing her to the frame. Gently pulling each foot to one vertical bar in the frame. The frontal ring on her ankle cuffs were attached to the waiting rings on the bar, keeping her legs spread wide with only her toes touching the ground, leaving her bare soles exposed. He grinned at the sight of the ticklish soles and couldn't resist some tickling.

The tips of his fingers found her delicate soles and began dancing around the sensitive skin, trying to learn her ticklish spots to employ that knowledge later.

The tickling session was very brief as this position was in no way comfortable for tickling, especially not for little kitty. He stood up after the little tease, his hands took the back of her neck and chin as he moved his mouth close to her ear and whispered.

"This was just a small sample my dear, I will be giving your little feet and the rest of your body a proper tickling session later my little kitten when you're properly and comfortably restrained so you don't kick your Master or give him an elbow jab. I am sure you'll enjoy that tickling session won't you pet?"

He grinned as he made that statement, gently guiding her to bend over forward till her upper body was parallel to the ground. He then pulled her hands in front of her towards the floor pulling a short chain to attach to the ring on her right hand. The leash was short and attached to the ground, forcing her to stay bent over with her bottom presented for him.

He planted a gentle kiss on her cheek, another reassurance for the small girl before he walked behind her and playfully swatted her bare butt. His hands then gripped her ass cheeks and slowly spread them. One finger moving between them to barely stroke her back hole.

"You're missing a key object to become a kitten pet, do you know what it is? A good guess always makes your life easier with me dear girl. So what do you think kitty? What are you missing?"

 

[Mephistophelily]

*Her smile remained as he expected her features, looking up at him as he ran his fingers against her cheeks- just the tiniest of noises leaving as he pinched and tugged, tilting and leaning her head for his inspection. His eyes told her enough... No intention to hurt. Simply claiming, as the wolf did its mate.... The teeth on the nape of the neck marked what was the hunter's, and his grasp claimed what was his.*

"The kiss given was met equally at first, her lips gladly parting to welcome him as her eyes drifted closed, her tongue meeting his and taking the offer to dance. Pressing, pushing, his deep lunges and forceful motions left hers stroking gently against him, complying to the will of the man before her. Every part of her was his to control, to bend as he wished, to request it to serve as he commanded... As his lips pulled away, she drew a soft breath, shivering as she looked over his shoulder to some unseen point in the air. A look of lost bliss from his warm breath, listening to the deep words of her Master that brought a shiver through her and a gentle moan of a girl enthralled.*

"I am your pet, I am your kitten... I enjoy everything you wish to give me, Master... I may be afraid at first, but only of the things I don't know or understand... I trust you, Master, to keep me from true harm... Your kitten is yours to play with as you see fit," She whispered in reply, her eyes drifting closed for a brief moment. They reopened as his hands found hers, feeling his heated lips against her fingers as he pulled them together and clasped them.

*She wasn't sure what to think of the curious fixture he led her to, her body stiffening up slightly as he helped her to meet against it. His whispered words calmed her somewhat, her muscles trying to contort to the shape he locked her into. Raised up on her toes, it was hard to really move her feet- even harder to try and squirm away from the teasing tickle he gave to both soles of her feet. She squealed out as he did so, clutching onto the bar before her. As the tickle stopped, his hands drifted up to hold her head, more words coming to her ear in that whisper that cleared every other thought from her mind- the way he spoke in that quiet tone dismissed everything else that could have possible tried to find their way into her mind....*

"Oh, Master, you really will need to bind me well- I am a terrible flailing mess when tickled.... Everywhere, everything is ticklish... I wouldn't want to hit you...I would feel terrible, horrible if such a thing were to happen- and I would truly hate to see what would come of it!," She confessed, even with his work before her- a chain, a pull, a tiny noise of strain at first coming from her. It wasn't an overly tight position, but certainly not welcoming of too many attempts at motion. His kiss gave her another tiny reassurance on no harm, his body leaving her sight as he circled around her.*

*A surprised yelp came as he spanked her softly, her toes driving down into the floor a bit harder. With the grasp of his hands against her flesh, she groaned softly as his finger traced delicately against her rear entry.... His voice calling out to her, a question she had an idea to the answer for...*

"Your... Your kitten does not have a tail to sway, to show her Master she is a happy little kitty...," she replied slowly, swallowing hard.

*His teasing finger was maddening, her lip caught between her teeth after her words left, a tiny whine leaving her throat. Just the simple motion was taunting her, leaving her tight hole to clench in anticipation of whatever he had planned. She had seen plugs with furry tails attached before, curious about the things, but never... actually considering one. The idea of it, however... She groaned again, those fingers tightening together into a giant clenched fist as she pushed her toes down even more, trying to raise her ass even higher for his stroking finger*

"Mnn- Your pussycat loves your touch, Master...," She crooned, shivering again.

 

[Se7en_]

After a long hiatus, the Master of the mansion was back to his realm. As always, he was dressed in a dark expensive suit and tie. It was the same as before, his patented blend of elegance and class was rather clear to onlookers while his eyes were calm, a twinkle of mischief and sinister intentions could be seen there as you look closely into those deep cold pools.

Giving an aura of trouble, he sat in his study anticipating the arrival of the lovely young lady, an invitation was issued, and it was only a matter of time before she graces him with her presence. He was ready for her, his mansion was ready for her, ready to accommodate her and to make sure she feels right at home and would probably not want to leave, not that he was going to let her leave anyway, but it was rather nice when they decide to stick around by choice. Would surely make things easier for him and her.

As always, his haunted mansion and the surrounding area weren't exactly the most welcoming of places. His, for lack of a better word, 'guests' were ghastly and played mind tricks on anyone stupid/brave enough to muster the courage to venture past the high dark walls and the rather scary statues strewn around the entrance and the passage towards the front door, but he expected the lovely girl that goes by the name of Faux_Pas to actually make it as far as the front door, her knock was expected at any moment, and so he waited, patiently for his prey to walk right in.

 

[Faux_Pas]

A slow approach, questioning the house before her and another glance to the card she holds. Simple, yet curious. Enough to spark her interest and a want to come. Even if to simply come explore, say hello, find out more.

But what she found was not what she expected. The mansion didn't seem as inviting as his card, didn't seem as warm and cozy as she had believed. Frightening figures that she swore moved their gaze as she passed, no sense of real lighting other than the glow cast from the windows of the home. House. House, yes. Would anyone truly deem this their home? It sent a chill right down her spine as she approached, readjusting the short trenchcoat that hung over the tiny hem of her skirt. Her heels clicked softly as she stepped onto the porch, hesitantly reaching for the buzzer at the door's edge.

No sound.
She waited a moment, then lightly knocked upon the door. The place continued to give her the chills, jumping back slightly as the door cracked open.

She was hesitant on this.
Slowly, carefully, pushing it open, enough to merely stick her head inside and call out softly.

"Hello?" She paused, trying to listen. "It's me, Mister Seven. It's Foxy.... May I.. May I come inside?"

Nervous and curious. Something called out to her, indistinguishable. A voice she heard, but couldn't understand. Another step, bringing her inside. Now fully in his foyer, another jump and hand landing against her chest as she gasped brought about by the door deciding to slam closed behind her.

This place...
This place had a curious feeling to it.
"Mister Seven?"

Just as cautious, a bit unsure, she stepped further down the hall, listening for him. For anyone.

 

[Se7en_]

Some long minutes passed as he awaited his lovely guest to make an appearance, then finally, the cameras closest to the main entrance caught his beautiful guest coming in, his fingers expertly controlled the cameras planted in the eyes of the statues giving the impression that those inanimate and frightening objects were following her with their eyes.

The place was creepy by design, he wanted it creepy to allow him solitude, to allow him to creep and terrify his lovely guests before he shows them that the place is a technological marvel.

The cameras strewn around the place followed the young woman around until she stood at the porch and tried to ring the bell, which was also disabled from afar. A knock was always more personal for him. A doorbell never managed to be nearly as good as a simple knock on the door.

As she knocked on the door, he waited for a few moments and then remotely opened the door for her, which also made a creak, just like the door for a haunted mansion would surely sending chills racing down her spine. With another click, the door closed behind her, even slamming shut and locked. Also, a classic terror cliche, but was still effective as seen by her gasp and her hand jumping to her chest. His lips curved into a mischievous grin at her reaction.

After that, he walked from his study to make his entrance. He strolled slowly through the large mansion, the lights going on wherever he passes, triggered by motion detectors that only responded to him. Finally, he walked into the hallway past the entrance, sneaking up behind her. He clamped his hands around her slender waist and quickly leaned in to whisper in her ear "Welcome to my mansion lovely!"

He knew she would probably jump and maybe try to make a run for it, but his deep calm tone and the gentle grip on her waist should keep her in place and calm her down.

Knowing she calmed down, he leaned in and planted a small kiss on her cheek and rest his hands on her shoulders, gently pulling the coat down "I'll take this off of you my dear, let's get you comfy, and comfy in my book means less and less clothing and more and more skin being exposed slowly for my pleasure." He licked his lips as he finished the sentence he had hissed into her ear, his voice an even lower more sensual tone reflecting his clear intentions for her and telling her what her immediate future would look and feel like.

He took liberty removing her coat without really caring for her anwer, showing the button up white shirt underneath, and the knee-length black skirt hugging her curves. His eyes were twinkling at the sight of the lovely young woman as he took in her beauty.

The Master of the mansion moved around her, like a predator circling his prey, his eyes nearly a physical presence on her delicate body as they slithered around her naturally generous curves, tracing over her body from head to toe. Not much skin was shown, her legs were covered with sheer knee high stockings and her small feet were hidden inside a pair of sexy heels. She looked rather ravishing and he couldn't wait to bound her so tight she couldn't move her toes and literally ravish her helpless body.

All kinds of visions were fighting for a place in his wicked mind. Most, if not all, of those thoughts involved the physical and mental domination, humiliation, stripping, tying and taking his pleasure from her willing or unwilling body.

 

[Faux_Pas]

The lights were changing, enough for her to wonder what was going on.. Starting to turn, only to find a set of hands landing upon her waist. A start of a jump, her eyes widening as he whispered into her ear.

Mister Seven.

"You scared me," She whispered in response, shaking her head and smiling softly. His pull against her coat initially had her reluctant, finally giving in and simply letting her arms fall back to let him take ti from her. His gentle voice and touch was calming the fears that tried to creep in, still lingering but certainly fading.

What he said with the soft voice, however...
It took a moment. His plans-

She started to take a step back, watching him as he circled her, stopping her motions, the way he watched her. It both frightened her and confused her, left her curious. Exactly what was going on in his mind? The way he was looking at her certainly gave hints of this not being a little visit for coffee and snacks.

"You're place is... Interesting, Mister Seven." Try to at least keep a calm demeanor for now. Keep a calmer conversation.

Don't focus on those words.
What he said.
Thoughts of his hands stripping her down, taking more and more of her little defenses away-

No! Stop that! Look what he had done... He had put her head into a terrible place, now.

But that other thought.
On why she was here.

"This invitation..." She held it up as she spoke, realizing now that her own hand was shaking as she did so. "...You're not exactly wanting company for coffee, are you, Mister Seven?" She swallowed a little, her lips pushing together and drawn back a bit.
"I'm suddenly thinking I'm far too overdressed for your party."
There was a nervousness in those words, finally raising her gaze enough to actually match his eyes. They reminded her of the videos she had watched of predatory animals, the way they stalked prey. The look before they attacked.

Good lord, she was a zebra.
Standing right before a lion.

 

[Se7en_]

"You're place is... Interesting, Mister Seven." He almost chuckled at her reaction and simply nodded at that comment adding "It is way more interesting now that you're here." His voice, as always, deep and masculine, oozing confidence and authority.

He circled her once more, slowly going around her small body, noticing her reaction, how she was shying away, how her mind seemed to be a mess from the expression so clear on her lovely features.

"This invitation......You're not exactly wanting company for coffee, are you, Mister Seven? I'm suddenly thinking I'm far too overdressed for your party." This time, try as he might, he could not hold back the chuckle that escaped his lips, but he controlled himself and allowed his lips to return to a slight smirk as he eyed her, clearly having figured out why she was invited. However, she couldn't even begin to imagine what he wanted from her, she would probably never imagine that he didn't want from her, he wanted HER, all of her to be his, to be his most valued property, but he imagined that she would come to realize that sooner rather than later.

Holding her coat in one hand, he reached forward and took her small hand in his, her delicate fingers disappearing in his large strong hand as he guided her into his home while talking.

"Coffee? Well, for one I do not drink coffee, but I am certainly as interested in your intellect and pleasant conversations as I am interested in your currently hidden charms." He did emphasize the word 'currently' as the keyword in that sentence while hanging her coat. "As for being slightly overdressed well......"

He paused as he circled her once more, coming to a stop right behind her, his hands claiming her waist once more, only this time his hands didn't linger there, instead they slid slowly up her sides. His fingers brushing the side of her large breasts on the way up. Finally, his fingers found the highest button on her shirt and he quickly released that button, exposing some cleavage as he leaned in to again whisper in her ear, his warm breath washing over her neck "...... Being overdressed can easily be fixed."

With those words, he let go of her and again moved in front of her. His hand reaching forward to rest under her chin, gently pulling her head up so he couldlook into her deep angelic eyes. He knew she was shy and more or less a bit scared by now. His soul-piercing gaze surely didn't help with that, not that he intended to comfort her with his look. He was just studying his prey before he pranced her and took what he wanted from that delicious body of hers.

Letting go of her chin, he reaches down and took her hands, slowly pulling them up to his lips and planting a kiss on her slender fingers before pulling her hands up high and crossing them over her head. He pulled up gently till her heels left the ground. He then spoke in a low voice, almost a whisper as he gave her the first of many many commands she would receive during her stay in his mansion. "Hold that position darling, and twirl slowly for inspection!" He wouldn't take a no for an answer and she would probably see that in his deep eyes if she would dare to look up into them.

 

[Faux_Pas]

That feeling was lingering. His gaze, his words. Certain inflections. The way he carried himself as he circled, came to stop, even just the carry of his voice. It all burned straight into her ears, straight into her mind.

Not coffee. Tea. Anything.
He made certain she knew that, the way he spoke, the way his words felt like he was still touching her- and he was so far away from her. A shiver already, simply from that.

It should have waited to run through her, instead causing a sudden jolt to pass through her as he ran his hands against her once again. Sliding, touching against her... Up. Her body felt a river of tingles run through it with that, her lips parting to gasp softly as he grasped the front of her shirt in his fingers, popping open the top button of her blouse. The warmth of his breath, explaining his thoughts on the matter... Her eyes closed, that gasped breath slowly breathed out.

They reopened with the touch of his hand on her chin, peeking at him curiously as he raised her head, trying to see anything that could give her more on his intent. Oh, he'd made more than enough of it known now- It was simply hopes of knowing exactly what was planned that she prayed for.

His stare. Studying.
Those nerves inside her twisted even more now, wondering just what it was he was looking for.

She started to speak when he moved his hand, her mouth opening, trying... but words simply couldn't form. They couldn't sound out enough of a sentence to make any sense. All she could do was make a weak sound, a whimper as he took her hands, lifting and pulling them up to rise her to her toes. Her eyes widened again, looking into his as he spoke. Hold? Twirl?

Her head slowly turned to the side, though her eyes could not leave him. Hesitantly letting her gaze start to stray, to the floor, away from the eyes that left her so confused... scared...

No smile now.
Kind words, but little in the lines of a smile.

She stayed to her toes, slowly turning herself away from him, her arms above her head as he had left them, her wrists touching against each other.

This was a ballet term of some sort, wasn't it? Never a dancer. Not sure. Something like that....
her footing faltered at the wandering thoughts, losing the tiptoe walk as she turned completely away from him. Back down on her heels, stepping around to face him once again with her arms still up high.

Another glance to him, wideeyed and hopeful.

 

[Se7en_]

He couldn't resist smirking wide as her heels dropped to the ground, just what he needed, an excuse to punish her. She just gave him that excuse unknowingly.

Waiting till she was facing him again, his grin widened and his eyes twinkled with mischief. It was time to call her on that little infraction. As she looked up into his eyes, clearly hopeful that he was pleased with what he saw. He was indeed pleased, she was simply gorgeous. His eyes trailed down her body, meeting her eyes for a few short moments, holding her gaze before breaking eye contact to travel down her body. Her arms stretched over her head made her breasts thrust forward a bit more. His eyes continued travelling around her body, liking what they saw, she was elegant and her clothing were fitting and made her look rather alluring. However, he wasn't really interested in the clothes, more like what's under them, so sadly the clothes would have to go, slowly but surely.

As he reached her feet, he grinned again and pointed at her heels as he approached her. His hand claimed the back of her neck while his other hand rest on her waist as he leaned in to whisper in her ear. "You messed up little one, I told you to hold position and twirl, you did twirl and in a rather lovely way I might add, and you even kept your arms up as ordered, but your feet were not as I ordered them to be, so you will have to be punished for that little infraction."

As he was saying that, he was slowly pushing her backwards until her back hit the wall behind her just as he said the word 'punished'. Immediately, his hands went to work, gathering wrists and pinning them to the wall each hand trapped right next to her head. He stared deep into her eyes, those deep pools that carried the promise of all sorts of trouble for her. "Now, we did agree you need to be punished, but how exactly do we do that?"

He wasn't really asking her, more like thinking out loud. After a few moments of thinking, he pulled her wrists up high and held on to them with one large hand, trapping her wrists in his iron grip, and then he winked at her. "I think I got it!"

With those words, he spinned her around and pushed her against the wall, again pinning her to it, only this time with her back facing him pinned by his muscular chest and her chest trapped against the wall, her breasts mashed against the concrete surface with her hands still held high above her head.

When she was in position, he leaned in again licking the side of her delicious neck up to the back of her ear before pulling her soft earlobe in his mouth for some nibbling. "You are so in trouble my dear." He then let go of her hands. "Keep them up high if you don't want to add to your problems little girl!"

He mouthed the threat clearly, his calm cold tone assuring her he meant business. However, his voice carried no hint of anger, he was perfectly calm and controlled. Of course she didn't mess up a lot, so naturally he wasn't angry, but he never really got angry regardless of how bad a girl messes up. His calm was even more scary than people who do get angry. He was more or less impossible to read.

With the threat deep in her mind, he reached down and grabbed her right ankle, lifting her little foot up and back, bending her leg at the knee. His other hand grabbed the top of her foot and rubbed her flesh almost gently keeping her in the uncomfortable position for sometime while he fumbled with the heel trying to remove it. It was very simple, but he took very long to keep her standing on one foot with her arms in the air longer.

As he freed her right foot from the heel, he let it back down and immediately grabbed her left foot, similarly lifting it up and back, and similarly rubbing it before removing the heel and letting her foot back on the ground. Only now her small feet were only protected by the thin sheer stockings which didn't help shield her delicate soles from the cold tiles. She also lost a few inches making her even smaller in comparison to his tall muscular body.

He chuckled as he placed his hand on her head and ruffled her hair. "Girl, you are so small, there must be at least one foot difference between us." His tone was playful and teasing, but then he leaned in to whisper in her ear, his tone changed back to a cold and menacing tone. "But just because you're so tiny, doesn't mean you'll escape punishment little lady."

 

[Faux_Pas]

His own smile brightened hers, pleased to see she had managed that from him. His approach and pointing, however, threw her off a bit, looking down blankly to her feet. As she peeked, his hand met her neck, the other her waist, causing her to quickly straighten and her gaze to return to him. His whisper... Not threatening in tone but certainly scary in it's own way as a teasing sort of sound- yet still firm. Playfully disappointed.

The push he gave moved it past simply playful. Her back meet the wall, a soft gasp leaving her. Still a smile on his face as he grabbed her wrists, a twist of her hips and a tiny whimper. "It's just- the shoes... Hard to.. Turn..." Meek attempt at explaining herself, the misstep. The stare he gave blatantly said he wanted to hear nothing of it. She goofed and that was what mattered to him. He asked how to punish the mistake, a tiny squeek her only response.

He was studying her, pondering... Then suddenly grabbed her wrists up above her, declaring a mental victory and twisting her around. Her front tight to the wall, breasts pressed hard against it as he pushed against her, another little sound coming from her as he held her and crooned into her ear on behaving. She only nodded, shivering and biting her lip slightly, closing her eyes. "S-sorry, Mister Seven," she finally.mumbled softly, keeping her hands up high as he pulled his own away.

She wanted to peek. See what exactly it was he was doing. But she kept still, stared at that wall, reacting with a little jump as he plucked up her foot and rubbed against it, peeling off the shoe that she claimed caused the misstep. This was awkward! The wall was helpful at least, her hands pushed against it as he held the for still, her chest pushed along it as he continued to play with her foot.

The other foot was claimed as well, letting her balance yet again in a one footed stance, her knee bent back and up for him to grasp her foot. Rubs and tugs, the shoe tossed aside with it's mate, leaving her stocking footed and without the added height- which he noticed as well.

His hand atop her head brought about a little squeak, a tiny giggle.
"That's why I needed the heels, sir..." Soft words, which melted into a weak croon with his added words.
"Perhaps, then, it will make you go gentle on me? I'm so much shorter than you... You wouldn't want to break me, now would you, mister Seven...?"

 

[Se7en_]

"That's why I needed the heels, sir...Perhaps, then, it will make you go gentle on me? I'm so much shorter than you... You wouldn't want to break me, now would you, mister Seven...?" He was smiling, her comment made him smile wide. His free hand grabbed her chin almost roughly and pulled her face to the side so she would look into his eyes. His pale lips pressed into a thin line of amusement and his eyes glittered. He then gave her an absolutely devilish grin as he leaned over her and looked right into her eyes. His eyes stared down into hers. Eyes that demand focus and attention.

"Going gentle? nah not my style..... But break you? Now that is an interesting idea." If it was possible, his grin became even more pronounced as he stressed the word 'that'. He let that idea sink in. His intention was to break her after all and the fact that she was so small and slight wouldn't deter him from his goal. In fact it was making him hard as hell, and he wanted release in her tender body, and soon!

Keeping a tight grip on her hands, keeping them trapped high over her head, he moved his free hand to rest against the back of her knee. His fingers breezing over her skin as the slide up her leg. He ran his hand up the side of her thigh, enjoying the feel of her skin covered by the thin material of the stocking. His hand then reached the point where the stocking gave way to bare skin, and he almost shivered at how good her skin felt, so soft and smooth. His hand was now under her skirt and still going up, reaching her firm round bottom, he kneaded the flesh through the material of her lacy panties enjoying her firm tender flesh "Nice bottom you got there pet, I will sure enjoy turning it bright red today." He taunted her while his fingers were sliding fingers down through the crack of her ass and to her well-hidden treasure.

Pausing to gauge her reaction as he was cupping her most sensitive flesh. His grin was again wide, almost from ear to ear at how good it felt to have found her honey tree. All of a sudden, his fingers sprung to life, at first he was merely holding her, but then his fingers were dancing around her crotch, coaxing her sex into attention to welcome its visitors. His index and middle finger were exploring her nether regions through her panties, and it didn't take long for his expert fingers and gentle touch to get her panties to start getting wet, but he knew she couldn't do much to resist, she was trapped against the wall, and her hands were useless. Her legs couldn't do much either as they were barely able to support her in the awkward position.

However, he didn't let up, his fingers continued their dance for a few more minutes. He had gotten her wet enough that his fingers were sliding around very easily, stroking and caressing her delicate pussy through the thin panties that offered very little protection from his ministrations.

All the while, his mouth was busy with her neck, ear and cheek. He was exploring, peppering her neck and cheek with kisses, licking and nibbling every inch of skin. Her neck in particular, was a point of interest and exploration, he wanted to find those most sensitive spots on that slender column to employ that knowledge later while teasing her. A couple more minutes of his attention and her panties were soaking wet and he had found that all her neck was sensitive, not to mention delicious, especially that small spot right under her ear which was even more sensitive to his gentle touch.

Without stopping the kissing, licking or the teasing to her pussy, the hand holding her arms up high let go and slid under her skirt as well followed by words hissed into her ear. "Don't you dare drop your arms down little pet, or you will just add to your growing list of problems."

The hand cupping her sex slowed down as she was approaching orgasm and he was nowhere near pleased enough with her to allow her sweet release. His other hand reached the hem of her panties under her skirt and began tugging down on it. His mouth near her ear issued another warning. "No movement allowed girl."

Her panties didn't last long, and they were sliding down her thighs and legs in a matter of moments, finally pooling down at her feet. The hand that stripped her went down to gather her panties, lifting one foot up and away from the silk piece of cloth and then lift the other foot to repeat the process. All the while his other hand was still teasing her now-bare pussy, tormenting those sensitive folds of skin with very slow methodical rubbing.

His hand then gathered her panties, lifting them up and his other hand freed her sex and rose up to the nape of her neck, gathering a handful of her hair and pulling down and back roughly, forcing her to scream in pain. He took that moment to shove her soaking panties in her wide open mouth. His lips soon seeked her ear once more. "Don't you dare spit it." That was all he needed to say, all the warning she would need to hear to know she will be in even more trouble if she tried to expel the unwanted visitor from her mouth.

With the hand still in her hair, he turned her around roughly so she was facing him. Once again, he stared right into her eyes. His eyes were the calm, hunting gaze of a predator, while hers were unmistakably the wide-eyed, panicked eyes of the helpless prey.

His other hand returned to her aching sex, once more teasing her as he announced his next order "Remove one of your stockings pet." His calm strong voice returned to her ear giving her next command for the day.