The House of the Se7en Sins

[Faux_Pas]

So much for hoping. Her attempt to convince him did the opposite, simply encouraging and providing new ideas that sparked an even more devious gleam to his eyes that echoed the taunting words he hissed to her. Shivering, gasping as his hand grabbed against her jaw, forcing her widening eyes to meet his as he spoke, a smile like a shark as he made his intents known.

She wanted to look away. But that stare, his words. Forced her to keep his gaze, even as his hand left her chin and drifted down to run against her thigh. A quick gasp, a whimper, trying to fight the want to pull her leg away from his fingers as they moved higher and higher. Gentle yet claiming. Higher... Past the thin barrier of her stocking. Skin to skin. His warmth. Another whimper tugged from her lips, turning to a quick surprised yelp as his fingers meet against her ass, rubbing and testing against the pale flesh. His words once again brought a faint smile to her lips, nervous on his plans. "You... Plan to-"

She cut short as his hand moved once more, thrusting between her thighs as his mouth caught her skin. A cry, surprised... Immediately a groan, her hips pushing back to him slightly from it. "Mister Seven, please-!," she whined, her words lost as he continued to tease and grind his fingers against her. Weak whimpers, a tiny groan... His touch and his mouth leaving her weak.

The fact he had even let go didn't register until he told her to keep them up, a tiny nod given in recognition of his request. If he just kept doing that just kept-

His other hand pulled away, leaving her shaking and whimpering in frustration, though tried hard to keep it from growing overwhelming and disobeying. Another reminder to keep still as his hands roamed, confusing her at first... Until she felt fabric moving. He was stealing her panties! Her eyes widened, but she didn't move... Didn't speak, just a tiny panting sound leaving her lips, a sudden sound finally leaving as a hand found her now openly exposed bare sex. Her eyes nearly rolled as his fingers pressed between her folds, petting delicately... Enough to leave her aching.

Gone. Then back, upon her head- her hair, yanking hard, causing her to howl out, muffled suddenly as fabric meet her lips. She struggled at first, whining against it as he forced her mouth open. Another warning in her ear, dark and somber. She whined, then nodded closing her eyes as a sharp breath was drawn through her nose. She would be good.

A yank and twist, forcing her back around as he clutched her hair, her eyes wide and frightened as a muffled cry cane around the cloth. Her hands stayed high, though now clutched a wrist with the opposite hand to keep them together as she stared at him. A louder squeal was hidden behind the cloth as he returned his fingers to testing her, her knees nearly buckling at his touch, taking a moment to even hear his request.

Slowly, her hands let go, shaking as she tried to stoop down, his arm still firm in playing. Her own slipped around him to her raising leg, a groan leaking out once more as his fingers rubbed and teased. Slowly the stocking rolled down her thigh, over her knee, down her calf... Tugged from painted toes and clutched tightly on her fingertips before straightening quickly and holding up the dangling black nylon, her eyes locked on him, a pleading stare as his request was met.

 

[Se7en_]

He watched as his girl obeyed without a moment of hesitation removing her stocking as ordered, baring her soft little foot which should definitely feel the cold tile even more now that its bare. Her cute little toes were painted bright red and looked rather nice.

He was greatly enjoying her utter obedience, her complete and unconditional surrender and submission to him, his total control over her and her gorgeous body presented to him so he would take his pleasure from her.

Taking the stocking from her hand, he pushed her to the wall once more and wrapped the stocking around her mouth and then tied it tightly behind her head making sure not to trap any strands of her silky hair in its grasp.

Holding her chin and moving her face right and left, he nodded to himself in approval liking the makeshift gag he just used. It was classic, soaked panties in mouth with stocking holding them in, simple but effective and guaranteed as almost every girl, while unaware of it, has her gag on her own body.

Again, he pulled her arms up over her head till she was standing on tiptoes. However, this time he didn't even need to command her to leave them in place, he just looked her dead in the eye. His eyes promising merciless punishments if she dared to pull them down.

With her arms out of the way, his hands went to work on her top, undoing the buttons slowly, very slowly, fumbling with each button much longer than is needed, making sure to rub and stroke against the flesh underneath. It took him a few minutes to undo all the buttons of her top, exposing the cami underneath. He was actually surprised she had one more layer there not just a bra. However, he was pleasantly surprised as the shape of her large heavy breasts became clear to him.

Opening her shirt wide, his hands sneaked in to capture those orbs of pleasure, kneading and squeezing the tender flesh, molding those luscious mounds into his strong fingers. "Nice titties you got there pet, what size are those?" He wasn't really fond of overly large breasts, but those were rather nice to play with.

After some massaging and teasing of her mountains of pleasure through two thin layers of clothing, the cami and her bra underneath, he started to slip the shirt off of her shoulders coaxing her to lower her arms so he would be able to remove the shirt off of her body, exposing more of that delicious young body in the process. This time her soft thin arms were shown and he smiled at the appearance of more skin, more skin to enjoy, to use and abuse. He licked his lips and reached forward grabbing her waist and pulling her up, easily throwing her over his shoulder. "Light as a feather my dear......... soooooo tiny." He taunted as he carried her from the entrance and into the mansion.

His hands quickly went to work gathering her ankles in the tight grip of one hand, bending both legs at the knee. The other hand pushed her skirt up and out of the way and then it went up high and came down crashing on her bare ass, once and then again, and then twice more in quick succession before his hand rested on her bottom and rubbed the spots were his hand had landed earlier. "Time for the real fun to begin, this was just a small warm up my little girl, your punishment has yet to begin."

 

[Faux_Pas]

Part of her wanted to keep a gaze upon him as he took the nylon from her, though the thought of what he might have in store for it- too many possibilities.... She'd rather not focus on that thought for too long...

But to keep from looking at him was impossible, not with the way he held her, wrapped the cloth around her head, forcing the panties he had wedged into her lips to stay perfectly in place for him. She whined hard behind it, a sound that muted immediately as his fingers latched onto her jaw. A hard breath, but nothing more. The look in his eyes... Proud, and scary.

Her arms rose slowly with his guidance, her eyes roaming from his face to her own arm out the corner of her eye, then back to him as her toes struggled to let her wrists keep with his eased pull. Another glimmer in his gaze. She understood.

The moment his fingers touched her clothing, she drew another sharp breath, her toes pushing even more against the floor, trying to raise her even higher than she already was- a rather impossible thing, but still an attempt at an effort. Massages to the flesh he revealed bit by bit almost calmed her nerves... Almost... A hard swallow, watching his eyes, the work of his hands, the taste of her own arousal still held against her tongue from the panties pushed into her mouth.

Her tries to stay quiet were forgotten as he fondled her breasts, a moan leaking into the cloth as she closed her eyes briefly. His question merely brought a blush to her cheeks, glancing at him once more as he removed what remained between them. Following his guide in lowering her arms, staying a mere doll he chose to play dress up- or in this case, dress down... with.

The smile he gave nearly cracked one from her own lips, as best she could with what he had given her- only to be replaced by a muffled squeal as he suddenly grabbed her and tossed her over his shoulder, her own hands clasping onto his back in surprise.

The grab, the push... Another whimper, wondering what he was doing- and buried yowl as he spanked down against her bare bottom. The joining smacks caused the same reaction, her eyes closing tightly as she gripped at his back. Little puffs left her nose as he rubbed against the sore skin, a tiny whimper of pain over it. His words didn't help much either; the promise of further punishment, the warning that was just a start. She tried to mumble an apology, to once again blame the shoes for her falter... but it was rather hard to talk with so much between her lips...

She tried to flail again, to get his hands to let go. Tight on her ankles, his other hand gripping against her. A whine, a pout, a muffled shriek.

It was the shoes' fault!
The shoes!

 

[Se7en_]

He was greatly enjoying playing with his new toy. She was rather obedient and passive, but at the same time she wasn't a mere lifeless doll, he wouldn't want that anyway, but her eyes and body were alive, more than alive, and that gave him all the motivation he needed to tease and torment her.

Carrying her away from the entrance, he continued groping her soft bare bottom, fondling and playing with the pale tender flesh until they were finally in the living room where he put her back down on her feet right in front of a large sofa. He took his spot on the sofa and gently turned her around and pulled her closer so she was standing between his legs. He trapped her there as he put his right ankle on his left leg, holding her captive in the small prison between his legs.

His hands quickly moved to her skirt, lifting it up to bare her thighs and her sex. He then handed her the skirt and gave her his next command. "Hold on to your skirt, and keep it up high pet, you don't want to piss me off while I am eating you."

He taunted her, and before she could object or do much of anything, he dived into her crotch, his lips molding with hers in a long lust-filled kiss as he coaxed her sex into attention once more, licking and kissing her nether region hungrily. His tongue lashed her petals, lapping the whole area, the whole length of his tongue traveled up and down her love hole over and again. His hands grabbed her hips tightly to ensure she wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

He didn't need to give her pussy a lot of attention before her honey started flowing freely. He made sure to lick every last drop of it, it was far too valuable and tasty to be discarded. Soon, he noticed she was getting there, he was coaxing her into another near-climax, but like the first time when he had her pinned to the wall, he stopped just as she was almost hitting orgasmic bliss.

Grinning wide, he pulled up from between her legs, licking his lips and savoring her taste and he winked at her. "Nope, not allowed to cum yet my dear, maybe later if you really please me and be the obedient little girl I want you to be, I might consider allowing you release today, but I doubt it. However, I would love it if you could prove me wrong and earn an orgasm for all your troubles. Go ahead and try, be my guest"

With those challenging words, he grabbed her waist and moved her around so she laid over his lap with her bottom up. Again he lift her skirt up, baring her ass once more for his pleasure. He then held the top of her other stocking and began pulling it down her leg very slowly, his thumbs were hooked in the sheer material pulling down while the tips of his fingers trailed down her soft leg, scratching and tickling their way down her slender leg.

When her leg and foot were finally free from the confines of the stocking, he gathered her hands behind her back, crossing her wrists on the small of her back and then he expertly wrapped the stocking around her slender wrists, around and around he looped the thin material around her wrists making for a weak restraint, but it should do the trick as he knew she wasn't planning to resist hard enough to tear them. Besides, they were hers, so she would lose if she would tear them.

Discarding that thought as he didn't really care whether she ruins her stockings or not, she won't be allowed to wear them again anyway, he rest his hand on her bottom and began stroking her ass cheeks gently and then his hand traveled down her leg, all the way to her knee and then back up the back of her thigh relishing the feeling of his fingers on the sensitive skin, enjoying the soft texture under his large hand.

Slapping her ass once, he gave her the next command. "Bend your legs back pet. I don't want you to have any support while I spank you. Also, hard as it may be, try to count the slaps and thank me for everyone, do try to beg for more as well." He ordered her in his calm deep voice, his tone carrying a hint of mischief and more or less betraying him in showing how much he was enjoying her, which was something he tried to hide with his solid gaze and solid voice. That last order in particular was oh so much fun to issue as he knew she was gagged heavily, but it should be fun to hear her try.

 

[Faux_Pas]

A little yelp as her feet find the ground again, a slightly sore behind already developing from his swats and gropes along the way. There's a momentary want to reach back and rub it, but halted by his grip twirling her back around. Her eyes widen, staring at him as a squeal echoes from her throat at his leg blocking get in against him. Trapped before him, her legs stuck between his, she can only stand still and listen, do what he requests. Her skirt hem shoved to her fingers, leaving her openly exposed before him, she takes hold of it with shaking fingers, barely registering his warning until-

"Hmmmmnnnn!"
Her eyes clench shut as his mouth meets her mound, his tongue testing against her. Each pass, the feel of him- ohh... Her knees feel weak, another croon buried into her own panties as she holds her skirt even tighter, whimpering weakly. It feels so good, too good... His hands gripping her hips help, keeping her stable and holding her body from bucking and twisting. The throbbing ache inside her grows even more now, a pleading whimper coming as his tongue continues, licking and teasing, tracing and making her quake for him.

"Nn... hnnn-"
The sudden halt. He... Was...
Her pouting sound must have been even louder now, glancing down to see him smirk as he moved back, offering achallenge to earn what he made her crave. Her legs trembled at that, nodding softly before he took her waist oncemore. Brought upon his lap, her skirt peeled up by his own hand, hers resting on the leg beneath her chest. She cringed at first as he started to move his hand, anticipating a slap to her rear- surprised as he instead slipped her stocking from her thigh slowly, claiming it into his own hand.

Her arms pulled up, back behind her, wrapped in it. She turned her head with that, resting her cheek against his thigh, keeping perfectly still aside from her shudders. Her fingers clenched together, trying to stay out of his way as he finished his tying. The run of his hand down her thigh, against her skin, almost soothing... If there wasn't that fear of what would come next. She drew a breath, simply waiting... Trying to relax but finding it impossible.

Those fears returned as his hand impacted against her tender rear, a squeal into fabric as she bucked slightly, her knees thrusting in. His words found her ears, causing her legs to slowly try to comply to his request, a soft nod given into his leg once again.

Wait, count? Beg?
How did he even expect her to do that?!
"Fffnmnd?" Asking if he would remove it. Hard to ask through it.
How was she going to count or beg?! That was an impossible demand!

Of course, that smirk he had given her...
He had no intention of giving her easy tasks, did he?

She closed her eyes, waiting, her knees trying to stay raised as her fists clenched, anticipating that first to count snack.

 

[Se7en_]

Enjoying her muffled demand and the silent pleading from her eyes to remove the gag first to give her back the ability to form speech, to give her the ability to actually count and beg, but of course, he had no intention of making her life easy any time soon.

With that thought, his hand crashed against her tender bottom. That slap was followed swiftly by another to her other cheek. He gave her some time to register the pain and to try to count, however, not nearly enough as his large palm found her rear once more, and then again in quick succession. Once more, he paused for a short moment to allow her to do as he had ordered, to do the impossible.

After another short pause, his hand returned to visit her soft round bottom again, this time a bit harder than before, smacking the first cheek and then the left causing her sensitive pale skin to gain a light shade of pink. He liked the idea of coloring his pet, both cheeks had a soft pinkish color now and a thought crossed his mind at that sight causing him to grin mischievously.

Gently rubbing her sore bottom for a few moments, he then acted upon the idea that came delivering four harsh slaps to her right butt cheek, each one harder than the one before it causing loud smacking sounds to be heard followed by her whimpers of pain. After that onslaught, he gave her a few moments to catch her breath and try to mumble through the gag.

Meanwhile, her right butt cheek was gaining a darker pink blush, almost red, while the left cheek was still the same light pink flush from the much gentler smacks of earlier. He nodded at himself in approval as her bottom was colored as he wished for now. One clearly having withstood more pain and abuse than the other one.

His hand rested on her right cheek and gently groped and rubbed the sore flesh. "This is the kind of spanking that you can expect if you misbehave, and this...." His hand moved to her left cheek and similarly caressed her "more gentle spanking happens if you're a good girl, and will usually be followed by this......"

With those words, one hand rested on her left butt cheek and massaged the flesh carefully, easing what little pain was lingering there and his other hand sneaked between her legs to find her arousal once more. His expert fingers once again danced at her entrance coaxing pleasure out of her. The tips of his fingers teasing against her opening, still wet from the previous bout of teasing. He carried on from he stopped the previous time and continued to tease and torment her. No where near close to cumming. "Of course my dear, depending on my mood and whether you have been a perfect little pet or not, how much I tease your sexy little pussy may differ, if you have been good, you can expect your pleasure to be complete. If not, then you can expect to be denied pleasure for long. Do I make myself clear little girl?"

 

[Faux_Pas]

She tried to prepare for the sting she knew was soon to come, clenching her eyes as he held her over his leg, the tensing of her muscles starting to rise as she anticipated- but still managed to squeal out and stiffen a bit as his hand caught the first harsh smack against her flesh. The sound was matched by a twin within seconds, her own sounds growing even louder as her teeth bit down into the fabric he placed into her mouth.

A pause. She drew a stifled breath, yowling out the closest she could to the numbers he had wanted into the gag, her voice even lost to her. The return of his hand harshly striking down was enough to tell her he was satisfied with the try, another set of whimpers and pouts trying to force from her mouth between the whined numbers.

Another showing of how he liked her tries, though this time with gentler touches. A tiny relieved sound echoed in her throat, hoping that she had done enough now. The sound swapped to a stopped shriek as he cracked his palm against her flesh repeatedly, catching nearly the same spot with each strike as they grew harder. The strikes pushed more whines and whimpers from her, nearly sobbing against his leg as her ass burned on that particular side alone.

Her jaw was shaking now, she could feel it- the gag still firmly held in place, but her jaw was quivering.... A tiny shudder and jerk as he touched the burning skin, a meek whimper at his rubbing fingers.

Bad girl.
Good girl.
Explanations.

The run of his touch soothed against her still sore skin, her head nestling against his leg now at the gentle rubbing. Hopefully this meant she was now safe from further spankings... Her ass hurt like fire now! A hard swallow pushed at her throat, her eyes still closed with merely a resting motion, still trying to catch her breath with slow, long draws through her nose. The breaths stuttered slightly as his touch took a companion, his other hand drifting to somewhere else seeking comfort- a teasing touch against her folds, petting delicately as though he were merely tracing the petals of a flower. A long groan was given into her gag, her eyes fluttering slightly behind the closed lids as her hips shifted slightly upon his lap. Slow... Gentle... Maddening. Her whines returned with this, quieting slightly as he spoke to her- words she tried hard ot actually hear, though it was difficult when he was doing- that....

More definitions of good girl, bad girl.... How being good had so much better rewards...

She nodded slowly against his leg, a meek sound of agreement mumble from her throat.
Good. She would at least TRY to be good...