The Room of Mirrors (Invitation Only)

[DarkWarrioress]

Fingers brushed along steel as she rose to her feet with a fluid movement, setting aside the crystal glass on the small table it was meant for, she didn't release any length of the leash which made it taut as she came to her full height. Without looking down, she walked to the wall that housed the hidden door, pressing a series of rocks in a certain order. The panel swung open. She stepped through the portal, tugging him along. The room was softly lit by the flickering light of the wall sconces. Off to their right sat a bench. It's construction was simple and its purpose served what she wanted to accomplish. Stopping on one side of it, glancing down at him on all fours, smiled softly and leaned down to unsnap the leash.

"On the table, Pet. The back of your legs against the upright bars, back against the bench, arms on the wings."

Instructions were given and she moved to a far wall, opening a metal locker there. Her eyes inspected the items on the shelf. She knew what he wanted and needed but he wasn't going to get so lucky so fast. She also knew her lover way too well to give him quick satisfaction. No, this required the addition of layers feelings and sensations, one or a few, at a time.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

The glass of whiskey was set aside. It was time to go. She made him crawl on all fours all the way to the door as his hands and knees tried to keep up with her pace, brushing against the unpolished, cold stone. As if that pain was not enough, his stuffed bottom wiggled and moaned while his hard, collared cock throbbed in agony. He followed her into the adjoining room as the door opened and they slipped in through the dark portal. Her hold on the leash made sure that he could do nothing else but to tag along behind her just like a pet, his Mistress's pet, was supposed to.

The room was dark, but the implement that was placed off to their right was clearly visible even in the flickering light of the dungeon. His eyes widened with excitement as well as nervousness. He knew there was no need to be nervous around his Lady. But who was going to tell that to his shivering body? He gulped at her words as the leash was released from the collar around his neck, and pushed himself up on his feet while she stood next to the wooden bench that he had first seen during one of his visits down here in the Mansion. She remembered everything. His lis curved into a grin. His throat made a feeble sound. His eyes briefly meeting hers and conveyed the obvious feelings before lowering to her feet.

"Yes, Milady. As you wish."

He climbed onto the wooden implement carefully. In less than a few moments, his back was against the bench cushion. His arms spread out over the wings and the back of his legs were touching the upright metallic bars. He could not have been more open, available, and explicitly spread out for her. Not that he wasn't before. Her pet was always open and available for his Mistress - mind, body, and soul. But there was just something about the position he was in at the moment, that made the situation all the more erotic. A bead of sweat formed over his forehead as he glanced first towards his left, then to his right. The noise from the far wall made him suddenly look up and straight ahead from between his legs. She was over near the shelves. He could not see her clearly in the dark, but knew well that whatever she had gone to collect, was for his satisfaction and pleasure. Even if that pleasure was delivered in one of the wickedest and most excruciatingly slow methods possible.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

After rummaging around in the cabinet, she turned back toward to her pet to find him on the bench and in position. It made her smile in pleasure. In her hands she carried rope. Four separate pieces of it. Crossing back across the room, she stopped at the base of the bench, her eyes trailing over his body at her leisure until their eyes met. She set the ropes on his stomach, retaining one length in her hand. The fingertips of her free hand feathered across his upturned, exposed ass and across his testicles before they slid across to his left inner thigh. Her fingernails grazed along his exposed flesh all the way to his ankle. Using the rope in her hand, her fingers deftly secured his leg to the upright post before she reached forward for another piece of rope and did the same to his right leg.

“Can’t have you moving around, darling…”

She softly murmured as she moved around to his side, her fingers still trailing along his flesh. She paused only long enough to snag another piece of rope. She trailed it up his body. Her fingers danced along his left inner arm before securing it to the board it rested on. Her footsteps were a mere whisper on the floor. She stood at the top of his head, leaning over him. Her lips found his even as her hand found the last bit of rope and tugging it up along his body. The kiss was all too brief and then she was lashing his right arm to the board. There. All done. Her pet was secured and exposed to her whims.

“Do you have any idea of what I have planned for you, My Pet?”

Her voice was a soft husky sound. Anticipation and desire glowed in her eyes as they feasted on the male flesh bound before her.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

There was a slight shiver vibrating throughout his body as she returned with pieces of rope in her hands and that familiar look of utter confidence on her face. Come to think of it, the shiver had maintained itself ever since he had stepped in through the magical panel and followed her into the world of pure bliss. When their eyes met, his throat made a soft, whimpering noise. His eyes gazed back into hers with a look of pure lust and submission. His eyes shot towards his stomach for a brief moment as she placed the ropes on his belly before they rolled back up inside his skull. His body squirmed against the bench, fearing his legs would slip from the metallic bars as she touched him.

"Ughn. Milady..."

His muscles clenched for a moment. He felt the round ball inside him. Oh it was there. Like a constant reminder. Making him growl and purr in pleasure at the same time. Her fingers caressed and teased him. Her fine nails sent goosebumps over his flesh as they grazed it before his ankles were secured. He was not supposed to move. How difficult that was going to be would only depend on what she planned to do with him. He had a fair idea about her plans but when it came to his Lady, there were always elements of surprise. Either leading up to the goal, or sometimes, even after the destination had been reached. After all, the journey was more important. Nothing was off the table.

His eyes followed the third piece of rope for as long as possible until his arms were tied to the board firmly. His eyes closed for a second, his lips more than eager to experience her touch, for a longer period than he would have ideally liked. His head dipped back and a soft purr left his mouth. But who was he to wish at the moment? She held the reigns. She was the one teasing him. Not the other way around. Her lips deserted him just as quickly as they had blessed him. Her next question brought him back to attention once she had made sure he could not move any part of his body. The tone in her voice sent a chill through his soul. He thought all he would do was squirm against the restraints and produce some incoherent sounds for her. But to his own surprise, he spoke, unable to see the expression on her face as she loomed over his head.

"Whatever it is that you have planned, Milady, I am fortunate..honored to be on the...uh...receiving end of it."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

A Gift For My Pet

(This is Mav's fault. He started this vision I saw the other night and I had to write what our words formed. So this is an out take to the current play in progress)

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She reclined against the back of the winged chair in their room. Her hand idly reached out for the coffee cup and saucer that was on the small table by the side of the chair, taking a sip as her eyes meandered over her pet, on all fours in the middle of their bed. Enjoyment with a hint of lust in the green depths as she admired the view he presented in all of his naked glory. Those same eyes lingered on the ball wedged between his lips. Lovely things, those ball gags. Another sip of coffee was taken.

The soft metallic click heralded the opening of their bedroom door followed by another soft click as it closed. Two naked men entered the bedroom. Glorious specimens, both sporting rigid, rock solid hard-ons. Wide shouldered with defined abs and arms. She licked her lips and for a second, wished it was her they were there to attend to. Another time, her mind dismissed. Oh yes, there would be another time. She’d make sure of that. Another day, another gift for her pet. Today, however, was all about him. His wishes, his needs.

The two men approached the bed, ignoring her as they examined their play toy of the hour. One had jet black hair, the other sported light brown hair. Both of them wore it short and were clean cut. Her admiring eyes wandered over their bodies briefly. They were clean cut in every conceivable way. She shifted slightly in her chair as the men got up on the bed with her loving pet. The action caused her dressing gown to part, revealing that she was naked underneath. The black haired man positioned himself, kneeling, at her pet’s head, his cock pulsing slightly in front of Pet’s lips but just out of reach. The other man situated himself behind Pet. His hands running over Pet’s buttocks, squeezing and lightly slapping the cheeks.

With one leg folded over the other, she rested her cup on her upper thigh, letting her head fall against the back of the chair as she watched, silent for now, as the men prepped their toy for what was to come. She could feel herself twitch inside, growing moist as she watched. She dared not distract any of the play about to begin with the low growl that threatened to erupt from her. Not yet.

The dark hired man leaned forward slightly to remove the ball gag from her pet’s mouth before he knee walked closer, this time, his cock head teasing Pet’s lips. His hands went to the back of Pet’s head, even as the words spilled into the room.

“Open up, boy. Suck my cock and suck it good,” the dark haired one growled even as he pushed his thick meaty phallus into Pet’s willing mouth.

She watched with a grin as Pet’s cheeks bulged with the raging hard-on. The dark haired one allowed his head to fall back as his hips sawed back and forth, his cock fucking Pet’s mouth. His hands holding Pet’s head in place and allowing for no retreat on Pet’s part. In the meantime, the other one had reached for the bottle of oil placed on the bedside table and was smearing it all over Pet’s buttocks. Her eyes were drawn to his actions as she watched an oily finger slip between Pet’s ass cheeks and disappear, she knew, into his tight dark opening, greasing the way for the man’s own cock, which wasn’t quite as thick as his companion’s but thick enough and longer. The dark haired one looked over Pet’s back to his friend and grinned lewdly.

“He’s such a willing little man slut. He sucks cock as well as any woman,” he groaned as he felt the suction of Pet’s mouth tighten around him.

Then other man grinned back, moving in closer as he readied his cock to penetrate Pet’s ass. He grasped his cock at the base, guiding the head between Pet’s ass cheeks. She could tell by the sudden tension in Pet’s body that the cockhead had found and pushed against Pet’s asshole. The man’s own ass cheeks flexed as he pushed inward slowly, grunting his pleasure as the slanted head sunk into man heat.

Her coffee cup was set aside. Her leg was flung over the arm of the chair as she continued to watch the scene before her unfold. Her fingertips traced lightly up the inside of her thigh. They had only just begun and she was wet already. Her fingers continued their journey upward to the juncture between her thighs even as her ears registered the muffled sounds coming from Pet’s throat.

“That’s it, slut. Take my cock up your ass like a good little boy.”

The man behind Pet drove his hips forward, driving his cock deeper into Pet’s bowels. The man’s hands gripped Pet’s hips and pulled them backwards toward him.

“I’m going to open up your ass for my friend there. His cock is thicker than mine. Then you can thank me later by sucking my cock.”

So, her Pet, if he was of a mind and not totally lost in lust, now knew what was in store for him. Both men were going to fuck him thoroughly. They were going to both use his ass and his mouth until Pet was soaked in man cum.

“I think you should shove your cock all the way into this nasty, dirty slut’s ass,” the man at Pet’s head growled.

His cock continued to fuck Pet’s face and his movement speed was growing. His thrusts became stronger.

“I believe I will.”

The man from behind growled back in response. His hands splayed Pet’s ass cheeks apart as he drove himself forward, burying his cock into Pet’s ass, all the way to his balls and then began to fuck Pet vigorously. His balls slapping against Pet’s. The sounds of their fucking, of Pet’s whimpering joy, filled the room. Her fingers worked furiously against her own body. For the next five minutes there were only the sounds of energetic fucking and the soft moans of her Pet getting fucked from both ends. He was filled with man meat and she knew, beyond a doubt, he was loving it.

The man face fucking Pet came first, his back arching, his pelvic region straining against Pet’s face, where he held Pet tightly against him. His cock buried to the root in Pet’s throat. She vaguely heard Pet gag a little as the man’s hot cum spilled down his throat and leaked out of the corners his toy's mouth because there was so much of it. One orgasm triggered the other. The man buried in her pet’s ass, violently began to thrust, his fingers digging into Pet’s ass cheeks. One final hard shove, buried into Pet’s heat to the balls, the man jerked with his orgasm, his cock twitching deep in Pet’s anal heat and covering the walls with thick hot cum.

Neither man rested very long before they switched places. The dark haired one positioned himself at Pet’s ass and wasted little time sinking in his thick cock, which, in turn, spread Pet’s ass wider. She could see Pet wince as he was spread but could do little more than moan as the other man shoved his cock into Pet’s mouth.

“Suck it, bitch.”

The sound of Pet’s ass getting slapped by a palm was like hearing a gun shot in the room.

“Fuck my cock, slut and fuck it good. This is going to last a little while.”

Another slap, to the other ass cheek. The slaps were repeated until she could see Pet’s cheeks growing red. Her own orgasm was on the horizon as the man with his cock in Pet’s mouth stood up, bending at the knees as he held Pet’s head in place and began to forcefully fuck Pet’s mouth. Taking the hint, the man now buried in Pet’s ass pulled out, got to his feet and crouched over her pet, guiding his cock back into Pet’s spread ass and strongly began fucking again.

A half hour later both men were depositing another load inside Pet’s mouth to swallow and filling his ass and she was quivering her chair with her fingers buried deep inside her. A final slap on Pet’s ass. A soft tap to his cheek and both men were gone as silently as they came. She got to her feet and walked over to their closet and went inside. A brief glance over her shoulder showed him slumped on the bed, breathing heavily. When she came out a few minutes later, she was wearing a strap on as she approached the bed.

“Over here, Pet,” she pointed to the edge of the bed where she was standing, “Feet on the floor, chest on the bed, ass on the edge and in the air.”

Her tone brooked no argument and demanded compliance. She watched him as she stroked the cock between her legs. She saw his eyes open, widen and he gulped, but scrambled to comply as quickly as he could. She saw his eyes go to the cock she was wearing, which made her grin wickedly. No sooner had he assumed the position she desired, she stepped closer, nudging his legs apart so she could wedge between them. Her hand guided the cock into the crack of his ass and she rubbed the sloped head against his stretched out hole. It wouldn’t take much, she knew to push it in. His opening was well and truly dilated. She leaned over his back, kissing the nape of his neck. Her voice was a whispered sound of dominance.

“Now it’s my turn to fuck you, Pet. Time to reclaim what is mine.”

Her hips pushed forward slightly. He could feel the broad head of her cock enter him. He could feel the shaft sliding deeper into him, filling him again.

“You were quite the slut for those men, darling and you loved every single minute of it.”

It wasn’t a question. It was a statement. Pure and simple. Her hand came up to his shoulder as her hips continued to push against the globes of his ass. His own body became the leverage that she shamelessly used to fuck the shaft up into him. She paused momentarily as she sunk clear in to the base then pulled back, withdrawing everything but the head. Her hands shifted to his hips, gripping him. The stance of her feet widened to accommodate what was to come next.

“Do you want it, baby?”

There was a soft whimper from him, slightly muted by his face being buried in the bed. She raised a hand and slapped his ass. Hard.

“Then take it, Pet. Fuck yourself on my cock.”

Another slap.

“Work that ass.”

He was such a good pet too. Obedient. Loving. Whatever he needed, she was going to insure he got. Their relationship wasn’t complicated. It was loving and caring. They had the very best of things and ways.

“That’s it, darling. Fuck that cock. Two men and your Mistress, all in one day. I didn’t realize I had such a little slut on my hands.”

Another slap to his backside. His cheeks were turning a very nice shade of red now. She enjoyed the view as his butt kept making the synthetic cock appear and disappear. His strokes coming just a little faster each time. Her hand slid down between the bed and his body, finding his cock and wrapping around it, stroking it, keeping rhythm with the cock stroking in and out of his ass. She could feel it’s girth, its heat, swell in her hand. Pressing him to the bed with an inward stroke, she leaned over him, biting the back of his neck before she took over and began the fucking herself. So in tune with him was she, she could tell his orgasm approached. Her cock and her hand both picked up speed, hell bent on sending his emotions soaring out of this world and flinging his consciousness to the stars and back. His cock twitched in her hand just before she felt the ripples then felt the sticky heat spill out of him, coating her hand and the bed sheet. Her hips pulled back once more than slammed into him, holding him pinned to the bed as she let him quiver. Her hand remained wrapped around him but she slowly eased the cock from his well used ass. Her free hand unbuckled and let the harness fall to floor as she slumped over him, placing tiny kisses across the back of his shoulders before she rolled off him to lie beside him, her head pressed to his. Her fingers found his and squeezed gently.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She leaned over him, Her breasts swaying over his face as her hands slid down his sides to his hips. One hand found the curved silver bar that flowed over his testicles and slid along it, curling around the steel that was far from cold now and gave a small tug or two until the silver ball popped free of his ass and she lifted it, also freeing the base of his cock from the ring.

“This little toy has served its purpose for the time being.”

She grinned and slowly retreated, standing upright again. Her soft foot fall took her back to the cabinet somewhere in vicinity beyond his feet. She had left the cabinet doors open and was now perusing the shelves. Palming something from one of the shelves, she turned and walked over to her bound pet. Standing at his legs, she held up the toy she had taken from the cabinet. It was a small egg attached to a cord. In other hand was a remote control.

“Relax, My Pet. This isn’t going to hurt a bit.”

She grinned at him as she started to work the egg into his butt. It was little more than halfway inserted when she used her thumb to flick on the remote control to low.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

His eyes closed momentarily. His upper body arched just inches off the bench as he attempted to breathe in her scent while her gorgeous breasts were being flaunted in his face. The toy had served its purpose alright. It had kept him on his toes. It had made his cock ache with lust and his tight bottom wiggle in anticipation of what was to come in the future the entire time she played with him in the dungeon. She knew. She knew what he wanted and what he desired. And she had used the silver devil to expand, not just his horizons, but also his tight little pucker.

"Ahhhhh...Ughnnn...Milady!"

He squirmed and moaned out loud as the round ball exited his ass with a firm pop, making his manhood jump at the same time. His body shuddered a bit as he clenched his fists and contracted the muscles between his thighs. His cock, standing in attention to its owner, still ached but was also slightly glad to be free of the collar. He knew however, that this only meant that there was something else she had in mind with respect to his private parts that were on full display and begging to be touched, teased, tortured, and fucked. His suspicion was confirmed in seconds. She didn't make him wait long this time. His Mistress was standing in front of her pet with an egg.

He gulped and whimpered as his eyes met hers. Not going to hurt? He believed her for some reason. But it wasn't the egg he was worried about. It was the cord attached to the little bugger and the remote she held in her hand that made him twitch in delight. It was the anticipation. The unknown factor of when and how she was going to use it. And he was just slightly worried about what else she had in mind for him. Because this little egg for sure wasn't the only plan she had for him. They both knew each other better than that. Although it was the small things that added up to the pleasure in the end, as he had already experienced. One devious step at a time.

His body tensed just a bit as she started to work the elliptical object into his now better stretched than before hole. Once her thumb had moved, the tension was replaced by waves of pleasure that started vibrating through his flesh and soft sounds of submission that emanated from his throat. Legs shivered against the metal poles. Eyes gazed up into hers with wanton need.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Branch

It had been a while. He rose from the chair in the study after finishing up some work that needed to be done and turned around to take a few steps towards the panel. The one that hadn't been touched for a long time. Not by him anyway. A few seconds later, he was inside the room filled with mirrors. Sitting near the window, he leaned back against the cushions and waited for her with a glass of scotch in one hand. She would come. If not now, then later. Her feet would bring her to him. She would find the note that he had left on her desk just before stepping to the other side and into their playroom. The note that had been scribbled with his handwriting that merely said, "You know where, my pet. Don't be late.". She would come. Soon. His kitten knew better than to test his patience. Until then, he would wait for her. It had been a while.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Ponytail swinging at the back of her head from the jaunty step she adopted, she was just about to sit down at her desk when her eyes saw the note. Setting mug on the desktop, she retrieved the note, grinning from ear to ear. After tucking the note under a vase of flowers and picking up her mug, she glanced at the panel, still grinning, blew a kiss toward it and sauntered in the direction of their bedroom. She needed to change. Oh, the short button up white sleeveless shirt that was tucked into a pair of black jeans would go back on, but it was what she wanted to don underneath that required changing. Sir would appreciate the small wait. Hopefully.

In their walk-in closet, she swiftly stripped down, donning undergarments and then redressing. A slight debate of laced up footwear went on her head before she simply decided against it. She did not wish to keep Sir waiting too long. Leaving the dressing room, a brief stop at her dressing table to strategically place a ginger scent in places on her body was required.

The panel flipped open with no sound as she entered to find him sitting in the window seat against the cushions with a drink in his hand. If there was any sound to announce her arrival, it was very slightly heard, if at all. Sir, however, knew. The tip of her tongue flickered across her top lip. Gods, what a picture he made, sitting there with glass in hand. Handsome. Commanding. Very, very desirable.

“I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long, Sir.”

She advanced into the room, the panel slipping back into place behind her. The room which was by no means a small space, now felt that way.

It had been far too long since Sir came out to play. God, she wanted him.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

She hadn't kept him waiting too long. But other factors had. They had kept them both waiting for longer than they would have ideally desired. But at the moment, she was standing before him in all her prettiness. Her womanly curves hugged by the black denims and the white sleeveless shirt on top of it exposing just enough of her skin for him to imagine just what would be underneath all of that fabric. She knew better than to disappoint him. Although he wouldn't have been exactly disappointed with anything that she wore, as long as her mind, body, and heart were right there with him, she knew exactly what he liked. And even though he had already begun undressing her with his eyes, he would wait a little longer before undressing her with his hands, or other instruments if needed and find out the delicacies that were concealed by her casual attire.

His eyes dropped to her feet before they traveled all the way up her sexy figure and came to rest on her face. He smiled at her but there was a calm wickedness in his eyes. He had been pondering for a while now.

"Come here, my darling."

He switched hands holding the glass as his fingers circled the rim idly, watching her as she advanced into the room after coming in through the panel.

"Come sit with me."

Patting the seat next to him, he took a sip from the glass as the liquid warmed his throat and then his stomach. His eyes wandered away from her as she inched closer only to watch the striking reflections in different directions. There were several mirrors in the room. Some had been used before, some never. The only question was, which one of them would be used today.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

The very moment the panel closed behind her and her eyes found his, the tension between them ratcheted up. It had gone from a low hum to towering inferno with just a look. Just that quickly. She watched, and felt, his eyes travel over her, making her squirm on the inside but she never moved on the outside. He made her ever so conscious of what was against her skin. She could feel her nipples tighten as his eyes passed over her chest. Tension knotted in the pit of her belly. Heat formed in that space just below her belly button. When his eyes dropped to her feet, she was glad she had painted her toenails.

Moving across the floor to join him on the window seat, her ponytail swayed slightly at the back of her head. Her breasts shifted against the material of her undergarments, making them ache to be cupped and kneaded, licked and sucked upon. Her collar, tucked beneath the collar of her shirt, peeked out now and then. The soft tinkle of the bell attached to it barely made a sound, but she heard it. Her fingers curled into fists at her side as she sat down beside him. She followed his look as it went from one mirror to the next.

What was he thinking? Which one would he choose? Her breathing accelerated slightly. Her heart rate increased as she contemplated the mirrors with him.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

His right hand reached out, back of the palm stroking her cheek affectionately as she sat down beside him. His head turned to the side as he gazed at her even as his fingers went from her face to the back of her head, caressing, feeling the softness of her red tresses.

"I have missed you, my darling."

His fingertips trailed towards her neck and over the beautiful collar she was wearing as they slipped behind the fabric of her sleeveless. There was a soft whisper heard from between his lips before his fingers deserted her.

"So beautiful."

His eyes lingered over her beauty a few moment longer before he pulled a chain with a leash from his pocket, hooked one end of it to the collar around her neck and held the other end with the leather firmly in his hand. His mind was made up. He knew which mirror they were going to step through. He was wondering if she had any clue where they were headed.

"Follow me, pet."

Saying that, he rose from the seat and tugged on the chain gently before taking a step in the direction of one of the huge reflecting glasses.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She turned her head to look at him, smiling softly, her hand resting lightly on his thigh.

“As I’ve missed you, Sir.”

Her eyes grew soft at his whispered words. It pleased her that he found her so. She never thought of herself as beautiful but he had a way of making her see herself through his eyes. A slight warmth stole into her cheeks as faint color graced them.

His free hand went into his pocket and drew out her leash. Her chin shifted slightly to give him better access to her collar. Her eyes remained on his face. Sir gave a gentle tug on the leash as they both rose from the window seat. He headed off in the direction of the mirrors. Obviously, he had one specific mirror in mind. It was hard to tell which one it was as she dutifully followed in his wake.

Anticipation was making her mouth go dry, her heart rate to accelerate and butterflies to flutter in her lower abdomen. She jammed her hands into the front pockets of her jeans, rubbing the palms against the material. Her hands were sweating. Already. Okay. She was also squirming in her jeans but he didn’t need to know that.

“Which mirror have you chosen, Sir? Where are we going?”

 

[Mav Unlimited]

He loved each and every emotion that he was eliciting from her. Her subtle movements did not go unnoticed. Nothing went unnoticed where they were concerned, no matter how hard either of them tried to hide it. He didn't bother answering her, but grinned with a smirk on his face and just kept walking towards the mirror of his choosing. Stepping through the looking glass, he found himself in their bedroom, just where he wanted to be, both feet on the other side of the room of mirrors, leash still in hand, waiting for his pet to join him. She would, in a second, hopefully without stumbling. There were no heels on her pretty painted feet today after all.

This was their room. Their own private, personal space. There were lot of other rooms in the Mansion but none had the level of intimacy like this one. Glancing around the place, he gave the thin gold chain another tug and proceeded to sit on the large wing back chair in the corner adjacent to the bed. Various thoughts floated through his mind as they entered the room, mostly of all the lovely times they had shared in here.

Once they were in the middle of the room, he turned to his tigress, gazing into her beautiful eyes and detached the chain from her collar, putting it away in his jacket pocket. His forefinger reached up to her forehead and slowly trailed down her face, gliding over her nose, then her lips and finally her chin. His lips curved into a smile as he considered what he was going to do with her. So many different options. It was hard to choose.

His fingers moved from her chin to her cheek and stroked it affectionately before giving her hair a light caress. Turning around, he walked towards the chair and leaned back after taking a seat, both hands resting on the arms, fingers of one tapping gently, eyes fixated on her as she stood in front of him.

"Strip for me, love. Just the jeans and top for now."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She was close behind him. She only had the span of the leash for leeway. Stepping through the glass, she knew were they were. Of all the places he could have chosen, he picked their bedroom. It brought a smile to her lips, a song to her heart and a soft look to her eyes. She came to a stop in the middle of the room. He removed the leash, tucking it back into his pocket. His had caressed her cheek, stroked her hair with a loving touch before he turned and sat down in the chair. How many times had she sat in that chair and he was the pet? She lost count.

He settled back, arms resting on the chair's arms. His fingers tapped on the arm as he studied her. She almost fidgeted. Almost.


"Strip for me, love. Just the jeans and top for now."

His command, her necessity.

Manicured nails rose to the buttons on her shirt and began undoing them, slowly. Her eyes were locked on him the whole time. With the unfastening of each button, creamy skin, now dotted with freckles from the sun, came into view. The soft swell of her breasts, flowing over the top of her bra, was exposed to his eyes. Lower and lower she went. Teasing glimpses of what she wore underneath were flashed his way. She let the shirt hang open a moment before she rolled her shoulders back, letting the shirt fall off them, down her arms and felt it float to the floor.

Fingertips went to the front of her jeans, tracing light circles on either side of the zipper, moving up to scrape along the waistband and toying with the button there, for just a second. She worked the metal button through it's hole. Hands grasped each side of the waistband, peeling the material back and away from her hips. The jeans came away to expose the matching panties she wore. Leaning forward and down, she could feel her breasts shift, straining against the lacy material of her bra. The jeans slid down over her thighs, pooling at her ankles. Now for the trickier part, extricating her feet from the jeans without falling on her face. It was easier if she could sit down or hold onto something. However, standing in the middle of the room provided none of those choices. It was hard to be graceful at such times, but she managed to get her feet free. The pants were causally kicked aside as she returned to an upright stance. Her chin lifting, her eyes seeking and finding his.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

She did not hesitate to follow his command. He liked that. His eyes drank in her beauty as she stripped for him. Each button revealing lovely feminine flesh. The freckles making him growl deep within his throat as he sat in the chair and watched her intently. She knew him well. Just as he had known her and the fact that there would be something delightful for his eyes to feast on once her jeans and shirt came off. The peeling of each layer heightened the experience and would ultimately the eventual release as her delicate fingers glided lower and exposed more of the sexy lingerie clad curves she carried so well.

His gaze followed her shirt as it sailed towards the ground and then back up her figure to rest on her partially uncovered bosom. Her fingers caused him to twitch slightly in his seat as they traced circles on either side of the zipper before her jeans were pulled down her thighs and finally kicked aside with enough grace and poise considering her position. It made him grin inwardly as he continued to enjoy the view before him, shifting in his chair occasionally. By the time her head lifted and her gaze found his, she had pleased him just as he had expected. His eyes smiled into hers appreciatively.

"Very good, My pet. Now drop down to your knees and crawl to me."

He could just observe her forever. But there was more to be done. More than just the viewing pleasure that he desired. It had been a while.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

"Very good, My pet. Now drop down to your knees and crawl to me."

With her head lifted, her eyes on his face, she dropped to her hands and knees. Her hands were aligned with her knees. She knew it would afford him with a more... blatant view of her breasts swaying as she crawled toward him. Her movements were slow, deliberate and flowing. Each movement was an example of refined muscles moving under flesh, like a wild cat prowling through the jungle in search of her mate. It had been a while.

She moved between his spread legs, brushing her cheek against his inner thigh with slightly closed eyes. Her hands remained on the floor. She glanced upward, green eyes searching for his dark ones as she waited patiently for his next command. The small gold bell on her collar swayed, touching her skin and making a soft tinkling sound that was musical to her ears.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

She obeyed once again. He watched with silent lust as she moved towards him on her hands and knees. Her sensual crawl making him grin inwardly, and squirm slightly in the chair, without losing any sort of control however. His legs spread wide enough for her to wedge herself between them as he leaned forward, her cheek brushing against the fabric of his silk trousers. His hand reached out instinctively to stroke her, fingers brushing gently over her hair before the back of his palm slid down a pale cheek, pretty green eyes searching, needy and hungry for his instructions.

His hand grabbed her face firmly, fingers digging mercilessly, crushing against tender cheekbones before slipping further against her jaw and gripping tightly as he pulled her closer, leaning down at the same time. Just as he planted a kiss on her mouth that said you-belong-to-me, his fingers eased the pressure on her face and merely cupped her cheek, stroking it. His tongue delved in from between parted lips, tasting her. Claiming what was his. It had been too long. When their mouths separated, he smiled with a devilish glint in his eyes, toying with the little gold bell on her collar.

"Pet, I want you to go to the closet over there", his eyes glancing beyond her, at the back, "and find the velvet pouch that is in there. You will remain on your hands and knees the entire time, except when you have to grab the pouch, if required, but without using your hands, of course. Then bring it back to me. Remember not to use your hands at any point of time."

He placed another gentle kiss on her lips while his finger ran along the curve of her gold collar, smiled and leaned back in his chair.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

His kiss. His soul gripping, you-belong-to-me, kiss. She had needed that affirmation. The world around that been spinning, demanding their attention in different directions for too long. This moment was theirs. They had waited patiently for it. Her tongue slid against his, tasting him as he was tasting her. His fingers played with the gold little bell. Sir had a wicked sense of humor. It was just one more thing she loved about him.

They were in their bedroom. Their one complete, true sanctuary. There was only one closet it in the room and now she was curious. When had he put a velvet pouch in there? Sneaky man. Still on her hands and knees, she turned, moving off in the direction of the closet. She was glad this was a carpeted room. The plush carpet sank under her movements. She kept her legs slightly parted to tease him with the rear view he was watching as she moved.

She easily pushed open the door and crawled inside. Her eyes scanned the space. No pouch was evident. Hm. She nosed around her shoes and his. Nothing. A small frown marred her brow as she thought about where to look. Green eyes landed on the stacked drawers. A hand came off the floor to pull open a drawer, second from the bottom. Bountiful breasts pressed against it as she peered inside. Damn. She opened the one above it and stood up to glance inside.

Ha! There it was, nestled among her bustiers. She started to reach in and then swiftly remembered his words. Clasping her hands behind her so as not to be tempted to disobey, even unwittingly, she leaned over, her head dipping into the drawer as she used her lips and head tosses to move aside fabric. Pearly white teeth latched onto a drawstring, lifting the velvet bag from its hiding place. The drawer was closed before she dropped to her knees again. The little bag swung from her mouth as she crawled out of the closet and moved toward him. Not too fast though. She wanted him to enjoy the view as she journeyed back to that spot between his spread legs.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

He watched her bottom sway sensually, his eyes full of lust, her fabric clad pouch peeking from between those luscious globes, making him growl and reach a hand against the tent in his trousers as his fingers caressed the erection for a brief moment, eying her intently crawling away from him before disappearing inside the closet for a few minutes. He knew she would be back soon. Just as he had asked. The velvet pouch dangled from between her teeth as she made her way back to him, her breasts offering the same arousing view a second time around.

He snapped his fingers and just as all the lights dimmed to a minimum, the array of rustic vintage candlesticks placed all around the head and the foot of the bed and in various other corners, illuminated their bedroom beautifully. He noticed her expressions as the ambiance suddenly changed. It made him smile. He waited for her to absorb the shift that had just occurred, then reached a hand out and ran his fingers through her hair, leaning forward to place a kiss on her forehead before his fingers moved down her face and just underneath her chin.

"Very good, my pet. Drop."

He grabbed the pouch in his hand as her teeth let go of the drawstring and placed it on his lap, his fingers stroking her cheek affectionately as he smiled down into her eyes, her cheek brushing against his inner thigh. He then leaned back in his seat and spread his thighs just slightly wider than they were. His eyes went to the pouch that was in his hands as he was about to pull it open before glancing down at his kitten. A low growl emitted from his throat.

The zipper slid down as his fingers undid the trousers. He shifted in the chair just enough for him to pull his burning erection out from its confines, his fingers grabbing the shaft and sliding along its surface. The thumb moved up to lightly caress the velvety crown as his eyes remained focused on his purring tigress who was wedged not far away. There was a wicked grin on his face.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

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[Mav Unlimited]

He knew she was curious. He could see it in her pretty green eyes. But the fun hadn't even begun yet. Not that he had any use for the pouch right away. Maybe in a while. At the moment, he was interested in other things. He continued to stare down at her face with that same wicked grin on his lips, noticing as she squirmed and pulled her own thighs together, her tongue sliding over luscious lips that were themselves eager to slide over what she was observing in front of her eyes. His fingers stroked the length of his hardness as it grew to the full size almost instantly after snaking out from his trousers. His thumb paused just above the tip of his cock as he spoke, in an attempt to divert her attention away from her object of affection. His gaze was direct. His face showed minimum emotion.

"Is there something you want, my pet?"

He knew what she wanted. But he needed to hear it from her. Whether he was going to give her exactly what she wanted, was another issue. Although it had been so long that his erection was just as eager to feel her warmth over it as her mouth, and he was certain other places as well, were yearning to be filled with his length and girth. He needed her to look him in the eye when he spoke. He needed her to look him in the eye when he fucked her mouth. He needed to see the expression on her face when he would fuck her pussy later. But before all of that could happen, he needed to torture her. Not just for the sake of torturing, but he knew how much she loved it. Just as much as he loved doing it to her. The eventual release would be sweet as honey. And he would wait patiently to taste it. He would wait for her to beg him to give her that release. His thumb flicked idly over the thick mushroom while his grip remained steady around the shaft.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

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[Mav Unlimited]

He was not going to deny her. Not just yet. He wanted to see those luscious ruby lips wrapped around the thickness of his head, before he would allow them to slide down his erect shaft and make him throb inside her. Make her whimper with need. He knew just how talented that tongue of hers was. He had missed it.

"Yes, you may."

His thumb smeared the drop of pre-cum as it swiped and brushed over his mushroom, before his hand that was stroking the apparent hardness departed in her direction. He brought his thumb close to her eager lips and just let it hover in front of her mouth for a while, teasing her, the other fingers sliding under her chin. His coated thumb then slid against her bottom lip as her mouth opened slightly, before shifting upwards but not touching anything except her lips while he let her inhale the scent of his manhood.

His other hand reached out to stroke her face, caressing the softness of her cheek, before pushing her hair back behind her ear and sliding his fingers through the sexy red tresses. He gazed down at her squirming curves with a look that promised this was just the beginning. The soft sounds she made only fueled the fire inside him. Both hands were resting back on the arms of the chair as he spoke again.

"Do not use your hands, my pet."

He then waited for her to comply.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

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