The shop on the corner.

[Cheska]

'Five minutes! five long horrible minutes! I can wait, of course I can, Five minutes. On my head, easy peezy..Fuuuck!' I fumble with the door, she gave me the keys, no she gave me the key along with the others. So, of course it take forever.
'Fuck you door!' it opens.

I set the keys by the door way on a little table, I pick them up. I have a better idea, she gave these keys to me to trust me to do what was needed.

I put the keys between my teeth and start undressing, I calm myself, deep breathes. Calm down, dress off, panties stay because she will want me to remove them or to remove them herself. adjust my bra so nipples are up and present, 'Fuck.. have they ever been this hard?'

I then take my stand, I wait and listen, keeys between my teeth, waiting for her to take what has she trusted me with. Hands sweating against bare skin, I am shaking, excited, I can feel my wetness between my legs, the cool air does not help me calm down.

'Am I ready?.. last time was a test.. I want to make her happy'

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

When I enter the house, I don't look at her. I can hear her stripping down but I do not look. Instead, I climb the stairs and head for my play room. I need a few things. Small things. For sensation play.

A wheel.
A feather.
A set of leather cuffs.
An egg.

only a few minutes have passed. But I don't rush. Instead I remove the outer layer, stripping down to be the girl inside the Boi...white satin on burnished brown skin. I give myself a quick once over.

Throw my clothes on a stool in the bedroom.

Five minutes.

I come down and step into the living room, my hands cradling the things I have brought to play with.

My eyes go to her...and I stop.

She is so fucking pretty.

I feel small but powerful. Hips sway as i make my way before her. Toys are dropped by her feet.

One hand reaches up to touch her chin, nails trail over the soft flesh there. Lithe fingers take the house keys from sexy mouth...and toss the set over a shoulder. I hear them hit the floor. I don't care.

"Give us a kiss, pretty girl."

My head raises....

"Don't move your hands. Don't move from your spot. Lean in and kiss me, X girl."

 

[Cheska]

She is so damn sexy, so commanding, I want to just step and wrap my arms around her.
But that is not how this works, she knows what I want, but she also knows what I need.
I lean in slowly, our lips brush, then touch fully, it's like she is pouring heat into me and I drink it up. I am so greedy and hungry for her, and I think she is the same for me.

Smooth hot silky lips, tongue, I can feel her teeth, and her breath with just a touch of wine is so intoxicating. I am getting drunk off of her, I can't stop myself, or rather I don't try to hold in the moan that builds and escapes me.
I have to let myself show for her, no hiding, no trying to hold out unless she tells me to.

I feel my fingers tense, wanting to be tray me and reach out to her, my arms flex, I almost take a step, but I am strong for her and stay where I was told.
Heated brown skin meets it's twin, a fire starts between us, I know she will feed that fire till I am consumed.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

She yearns forward, her whole body leaning into me. Against me. I can feel the trembling flesh that envelopes her. I know that she is so beyond ready for whatever I choose to do.

That means that we will go so very, very slow.

"Good."

The word is husky. And I step away before I push her down and cover her with my heat.

"We need a safe word and a slow word. For this first little scene, pick something easy for you to remember. My preference would be Red and Yellow. As those colors are universal."

I lean down and pick up the cuffs.

"Hands behind your back, X girl. Gonna cuff your wrists together."

 

[Cheska]

I inhale her scent as she pulls back an pushes me back into place, she doesn't even use her hands.
"Red an Yellow, ok.. those are good for now." I nod my head to affirm I understand.

I shiver when I hear an then see the cuffs, "Yes Kayla." and I lower my hands, they are shaking, I close my eyes and steady myself.

I place my hands behind back, palms together, I watch her but don't move my head, she will be out of my sight for a bit, doing what she wants, what I want.

Taking a deep breath and then exhaling, "Thank you Kayla." am I allowed to speak, she has no said anything about that yet, she will make corrections as she thinks I need them.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

She thanks me. Makes no sense.

I should be thanking her.

Finding a playmate that allows me to be what I am? That is worth giving thanks FOR.

But she thanks me.

I smile and place the cuffs on her delicate wrists. The inside of each cuff is padded slightly, so no abrasions. I tighten them in turn and then adjust the length of chain between them. When I am happy with the tightness, I stop fiddling and return to the spot before her.

"I like to tickle, to prick, to push until you think your legs will give out. If the intensity at any point is too much, but you like the sensation? Say yellow. If it hurts in a bad way. Say red."

Small hands pick up and display each piece.

"I want to mark your skin. I may press hard enough to pull blood to the surface with the wheel. I may not. Won't know until I start."

A shrug.

"I like to bring goose flesh up. Thus the feather. Soft touches are better than hard for that...I will be EVERY where with this. I won't stop if you giggle. I won't stop if you cry."

A grin

"This egg is remote controlled. I will change the speed, the intensity, as the mood takes me. You should know that you can not orgasm until I say...and I may not EVER say."

A pause.

"You ready?"

 

[Cheska]

She explains the rules, she does not mince the words, she is going to do things to me and, and I am going to let her.

I nod, "Yellow.. and red, I understand."

I look at each item, I think this is the first time I have ever been nervous about a feather, it sends a thrill through me and I look her in the eyes.

It is there, in her eyes, that command, that force of personality. I know I would like to cum, I know I'll want to cum very badly soon enough.

And I am scared she will not allow me, another thrill rides through me and I feel my heat rising, my scent is even beginning to reach me, can she smell me?

"Yes Kayla, I am ready."

I close my eyes and I wait, I can feel my heart beating in my chest so hard, surely she can hear it.

'I am her new instrument, she will play me now and the concert will begin.'

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

A beautiful woman stands before me. Her body a canvas for me to paint, to decorate, in all the ways I like best. Her hands are bound, no covering herself up. Her legs are spread, just enough.

With a sigh, I retreat to the other side of the room and grab a pearl handled straight razor. The bra and panties have to go. I will replace them, no problem...but right now? They are in my way.

I return to my spot just before her and flick open the razor with a smile.\

"I meant to get your bra and panties off before I cuffed you, but like an idiot or a too excited child, I forgot. So, I have to remedy the situation. Don't worry. I won't cut YOU and will replace what I cut away..."

I took a step forward and, without hesitation, applied the bright and shiny sharp to the spot between her cupped breasts, cutting the fabric there so that bra could be moved away from her perfect globes.

I leaned in...and kissed the spot while my empty hand moved the bra cups to the side.

"Beautiful."

The panties were next. I slipped the razor between the fabric and her hip...and yanked upward,swiftly before repeating the process on the other side. The delicate fabric fluttered to the floor.

I knelt before her and sucked her clitoris into my mouth. Once.

"Better."

Rising to my feet, I closed the straight razor and tossed it to the couch.

"Sharp and pointy first."

The whartenberg wheel was scooped up and placed on her collar bone. Pressing gently but firmly, I began to roll it over the sensitive flesh. Collar bone, throat, one breast and then the other. A time or two, I pressed a bit harder and brought tiny spots of blood up...a pin prick which bled for only a moment and stopped.

All the while, I smiled.

 

[Cheska]

'You are not an idiot, everyone makes mistakes when they are excited, i know I have'
I open my eyes and almost scream when I see the blade, but she is so quick, lips surround my nipple and I gasp before I can even think.
I watch, nerves jangled, frayed, she makes short work of my panties and then she assualts my clit an a deep moan comes fourth from deep inside me.
'Oh god, she is gonna make me want to cum so bad, so hard.. '

My heard jerks up and I watch as I feel that wheel dance across my skin, the sharp tiny pricks marking a path over my flesh, another gasp, a squeak, I bite my bottom lip as my heart keeps beat in pace with the tiny needles.

'Yes, Oh fucking yes Kayla.' "Aaahhmmmm ah yes.. " and it occurs to me. "Green!" and I giggle, don't play her! don't be stupid girl, don't make her mad.

But the feelings, the sweet stinging. I won't push or bate her. Maybe another day after we talk. 'After this lesson is over, maybe she will let me push a button or two.'

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I can hear her happy laughter and her sense of play makes me smile. This isn't real....or it is... but it's a fun scene, not a punishment nor a training. Just us, playing in the ways I know best.

"Green, you say?"

The smile that crosses my face FEELS wicked.

She does that. She makes that happen.

The wheel continues down ward, sliding noiselessly over belly flesh. A bit more pressure, another minuscule drop of red. Left hand finds hardened nubbin of clitoral flesh, fingers stroke it~lightly, lightly...til I see the inner moisture seeping from between spread thighs.

Fingers gone and the journey continues. Sharp wheel pressing thigh meat...around a knee, the back of a well turned calf...an ankle..the top of her foot...

Then reversing...over the other foot, spiked kisses along the other calf, tickling of a knee and thigh...another drop of ruby red.

"Beautiful."

The wheel is dropped. The feather is picked up.

"Now you must be very quiet. No noise. No whimpering, nor moaning for a full five minutes."

Empty hand grabs egg...slips it inside wet, warm confines of girl. Remote is flicked on...low.

"Ready?"

Left hand spreads juicy cunt lips apart. Right hand applies feather tip to clitoral hood. Strokes.

 

[Cheska]

The delicious path she marks over my flesh sings to me, my body tensing, muscles twitch, goose bumps form in a warm room, and with each tiny drop of blood, I get closer to the fire in me.

But then, she gives me an order, a horrible terrible order, 'Not that, no please.. not that Kayla!' i cry inside, and whisper "Yes Kayla." as the final sound I will make.

But I can't help to gasp when she pushes that egg into me, such a tiny thing and hardly moving, but I can already feel nerves singing at it's touch.

My pussy twitches, thighs tense, my toes grip her carpeted floor and I open my mouth to moan, but snap it shut. 'No sound, nothing.. must not.. have to obey, must please her.. must OHFUCK!'

That single feather, that brief touch as she begins, my back twitches, muscle cry out as I tense from calves to shoulder, my eyes widen an my mouth burst open, but I hold on, no sound, nothing.. I want to scream.

I snap my jaw shut an grit my teeth.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I could cajole her, help to soothe her, give her something new to focus upon. I won't. Would ruin the intensity of it, for both of us. I want her to be terrified, riding the edge.

Soft words won't give her that.

The feather strokes faster, swirling over delicate clitoral flesh before swooping down, over juicy lips. I keep the motion soft, steady, teasing. And I watch her face. Her mouth that opens and closes as she tries to gasp for air...silently.

Dropping the hand that holds her open, I switch the egg up to high, hearing the moist vibrations from deep inside her cunning cleft. The fingers resume, spreading lips apart and the feather returns to swirling, teasing, tormenting.

I wait to see if she will break.

 

[Cheska]

My body is on fire, fanned by a single feather and an incredible woman, Boi, a hot sexy Boi owning me.

She tortures me and I feel so alive, so ready to break down and kiss her, feeding on the passion she builds in me.

Then she up the pace, it hits me and even hurts a little, the sudden increase in pleasure jangle across my nerve endings and I almost cry out.

I have to endure, I want to make it last, to show her I am a toy who can last and give her lots of fun.

But I am so close, I don't know how long, how much more.

It is so hard to keep my mouth shut, to stay silent, I feel it coming, that breaking point.

She said five minutes?.. when? now? now?

It is the slightest of whimper, it is deep in my throat, but to me.. it sounds like a cry, a roar in my ears. Or maybe that is my blood being pounded by my thudding heart beat, but I can't stop as a soft tormented whimper escapes my throat.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I hear the whimper.

Brown eyes search for the small clock beside the couch. Almost exactly five minutes.

Poor thing.

I can feel the delighted bubble of laughter, welling up, from deep inside. I swallow it down and force myself to speak, calmly.

"Good girl. Now, we can go one of two ways with this pretty X girl. I can allow you to get off now or I can take you upstairs and finish it properly. Your choice."

Of course, I continue my ministrations. The feather stays centered upon her clitoris. The egg vibrates on high, deep inside. I know that her body wants release. I know that her legs are trembling, her muscles aching from tensing and relaxing.

Doesn't matter.

"Speak up pretty. Tell me which one you prefer. I should warn you though, that if you want to get off NOW? You will have to do so with NO more whimpering, no noise at all."

Feather circles the hardened little nubbin of flesh between slick nether lips. I can feel her hips jerking in response.

"If however, you decide to let me finish properly? You can make all the noise you want...but I plan on taking my time to build you to this pitch again. Could be twenty minutes...could be an hour...I haven't decided yet."

The egg is clicked down a notch, the feather circles sensitive flesh, ever more quickly.

"What shall it be, pretty X girl of mine?"

 

[Cheska]

I almost beg her, scream to her, that I want it now, now and here and hard.
But I see her down there, playing, she has a new toy and I become confused, she loves the game.
Not just making a lover come to a screaming orgasm, to crumble and go weak into her waiting arms, but the game, the sensation.
I bite my lip, whimpering more, that part of the game is over and she started an new one without telling me.

I open mouth a few times, soft cries from my lips, my tummy an chest shine with lustful sweat, It is so hard to think, to know what is right.

I want to play more, I want to cum but I am afraid that will end the game, maybe disappoint her, "Kayla.. nnnmm, ttake me up stairs.. please.." the last is said in a soft moan that comes from deep where she is touching me.

"please?" I beg softly, plead for her to torture me more.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

She gives me what I want and she doesn't even know it.

I stop. Everything. The feather, the egg. Both are removed from her sensitive flesh and tossed into the farthest reaches of my living room to be found when I am finished.

Rising, I stalk behind her, remove the padded leather cuffs and rub the feeling into her wrists. The cuffs are tossed as well. I have rope upstairs...and that will be what gets used...next.

"How are your legs? Can you make it upstairs, my X girl?"

The words are whispered from behind her but I return to stand before her, my eyes taking in her trembling form, her ragged breathing.

 

[Cheska]

I have done what I wanted, what she wanted, what we wanted.

I have given her more play time and it scares and delights me,.

"Yes." I try to say it clearly, but through a ragged panting breath, I sound like I have just run a marathon.

A Marathon is nothing compared to she has done to me, I have run one, and I could do that again without a blink.

Bu8t this, "I can walk Kayla.." am I lying to her? no, I can walk, I would crawl if she told me to, asked me to.

I look into her eyes and I gasp, 'Did I just gasp? what the fuck!' she scares me an I want her.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I nod, just once and step aside, right hand pointing toward the stairs.

"Good girl. Get up there, then. I want you, on my bed, on your belly, legs spread, hands gripping the head board. I will be there shortly."

Hand goes from pointing to caressing the sweet swell of her rump, a light slap lands on one cheek, making it jiggle.

"Get going."

 

[Cheska]

hungry eyes, lovely, sexy, burning hungry eyes. They tell me to get up stairs, my muscles tense and I nod.
"Yes Kayla, at once Kayla." I start to take a step an I feel her flesh on mine, the smack rings out softly, but rings like a gunshot in my eyes and I swear, I almost cum right there.

"Yes Kayla!" and I jump when she smacks my ass. I can't run, but I walk quickly, I don't want to fall down, look stupid in front of her.

I want to look back, to see those hungry eyes again, but I move on up, a soft moan follows me up.

In the bed room, the cool air washes over me, nipples already hard, strain to become harder, skin goose bumps an tingles, wet thighs cool and kneel, then lay across her bed.
I crawl up an then I settle, taking hold of the head board, my hands a good foot apart, my ankle more than my shoulder width apart.

Is that her coming? I can't hear, I can't be sure.. the sound of my own blood roars through my ears making me deaf to the night.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Once she is gone, I gather my things, the things that I had tossed willy nilly all over the living room. With full hands, I climb the stairs and retreat to my play room. The things are cleaned and put away and the toy box is opened. Deft fingers search out red shibari rope and white candles.

'This will do.'

The toy box is closed. Light foot steps lead me to the bedroom and the glorious woman, waiting for me.

"You don't mind heat, wax, do you?"

My voice is husky and soft in the stillness of the room.

I walk to the side of the bed and my hand drops the rope on the bed, beside her. The candles are placed on the night stand, unlit, awaiting her word.

 

[Cheska]

It is a very important question, I don't know.
"I am not sure Kayla, no.. I do not know Kayla. But I am interested an want to try."

'Be honest with her stupid girl, be honest because she needs to know facts, not maybes.'

my eyes drift to the rope, the red stands out in the dim room, vibrant and rich and I notice, that she does to.

Lean, predatory, playful. Her muscle tone defines each curve and nuance of her skin, the shadows play over her flesh, from her calves, to outter thigh, her perfect rear.
Her hips, while womanly, are not so much that she can't be a Boi as well. the tummy, I want to rub my face against it, i hope she will let me some day.
And she has breast, like me, but she can hide hers if she wants and so they are not a focus, her neck moves into the wonderful jaw line and cheeks, then.. those eyes.

She is working, not really looking into my eyes, but taking stock of how she will progress the game next.

"I want to try Kayla, I trust you.. an Red means stop, i remember.."

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

And red means stop...I remember...

Her voice, so soft, slightly country and twangy, makes me smile~in spite of the seriousness of our game. Candle play, wax play? It is a hard thing on skin unused to the heat and the removal of hardened wax, pleasurable though it CAN be. The fact that she trusts me to mar her body with heat and running wax? Causes an instantaneous reaction.

I want to touch her, take her, right now.

In every hole.

With hands, tongue, toy.

Until she feels as if she will fly apart if I do not stop.

'Make control your watch word, woman.'

Yes. I can do that.

So I light the candles and answer her with just a few words, more to acknowledge the fact that I have heard her.

"Good girl. Are you comfortable?"

Even as I ask, I am opening her legs wider, spreading them toward the outer corners of my bed, tossing red cord there to anchor her.

 

[Cheska]

Mi skin is so cool, her touch is like fire and sends a shiver through me, "Yes Kayla."
I can not see what she is doing, but I feel it all the same.

Securing me to the bed, getting me ready, I turn my head to watch the candle. I know that soon, hot wax will be dripping on my skin, that I will feel things new and exciting and scary.

My heart beat races, I am panting softly. I know she can see the wet folds of my nether lips, the shaved flesh was important, I wanted her to see everything with no distractions.

I can feel muscles tensing and relaxing from foot to thigh, some times, they ripple.

A thought occurs to me and I speak it, "Kayla, are you having fun?"
I think she is, i hope she is.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

The cords are applied to her skin. Wrapped once, twice, again...and then knotted.I test to make sure they won't abrade, make sure they are not too tight.

There is music playing in my head, a low thrum of excitement in the pit of my belly. I love this. Taking care, binding, wrapping, pushing. Exploring. Learning. It is what I am. Sometimes I feel that this is ALL I am and that my out door life is a front for the things I can only do, here...inside.

Wrists now. Binding them to the headboard. Making it impossible for her to wiggle away, to escape. I want her right where she is. Held still. Open. Wet. Ready. Waiting. Willing.

"Kayla, are you having fun?"

What can I do but answer?

"Oh yes, baby girl. I am having all kinds of fun."

Hands run over her flesh, from the cords that bind her ankles, up over her calves and thighs, the rise of her ass, the small of her back...into her hair. I fist it, tug it. Use that leverage to raise her head so that I can kiss her mouth, once, twice...again.

"If this burns badly. Tell me."

No more words now. Instead, I pick up the candle and proceed to drip...

hot wax...

white, running, wax...

on to the small of her back.

One drop.

Two.

A third.

 

[Cheska]

The taste of her lips, her sweet tongue, How I want it back where it was down stairs. But that is not to be, no, a new element and a scary one.
My pulse quickens, I was not sure my heart could beat faster.

The first drop catches me by surprise, I gasp as the liquid fire drops an settles onto my flesh. It hurts, burns, and spreads from the single drop.
Before I can fully feel an understand it, a second, and then a third, soon.. more drops join.

I cannot tell through the haze of sensation, but I feel like she is making a pattern, a design on my back. Her name, burnt upon my skin, so everyone will see. 'Kayla's X girl.' The idea tickles me briefloy, but the pain is grow.

"Yellow!... aahh." and she eases off. I wait for the pain to lesson, moments tick by, "Ok.. green please.. thank you Kayla."

all the while, my muscle dance, tensing, twitching, relaxing, over again.
I hope I please her, I want her to be pleased by me.