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See, that's the thing...

Erm... The relationship I'm in now...

I think I'm gonna go off limits for a time...
 
Thinks on that question for a moment. Shaking my head a moment before looking at her.

Nothing that fits this place.
And I'm glad your well Ausus =)
 
The belt was the beginning of the fun, but he didn't want to dwell on it for too long. He had a few special plans for tonight, and he wanted to make sure he had time. So he began quickly, and the belt sang through the air, striking her skin several times.

The clamps and chain were avoided, for the most part, so the strikes were mostly dealt to her back, arms, ass, and thighs. He never stopped circling, even as the numbers increased. Five... Ten... Fifteen... At twenty, he finally paused in both strikes and pacing. The belt had served its purpose for now, and it was time to reaffirm something far more important.


Bend over, my little cunt. Its time for a refresh.

The jagged blade of a pocket-knife was unfolded from its handle with a snap of his wrist.
 
See, that's the thing...

Erm... The relationship I'm in now...

I think I'm gonna go off limits for a time...

You're in a relationship?
Good for you sweetie!

Jumps up and gives her a hug

So off limits- I will never get to finish my scene with you. Wipes a tear and then giggles.

Thinks on that question for a moment. Shaking my head a moment before looking at her.

Nothing that fits this place.
And I'm glad your well Ausus =)

Giggles softly

I think your imagination is too big for this place darlin.
 
You're in a relationship?
Good for you sweetie!

Jumps up and gives her a hug

So off limits- I will never get to finish my scene with you. Wipes a tear and then giggles.



Giggles softly

I think your imagination is too big for this place darlin.
I am. And I'm happier than I've ever been.
 
She counted mentally as he circled and swatted her, feeling her flesh heat and redden. He didn't focus on a particular area so it was all pleasurable for her, even when he licked her breast and caught the chain hanging from it, tugging it viciously enough to make her eyes water. When he stopped whipping her he was behind her and she knew he was done just by the way he exhaled. The tension went out of her for a moment even before he spoke.

She bent obediently at his instruction, surprised and embarrassed that he would share something so personal with the voyeurs who frequented this Mecca of sin. Her back arched as she pushed her asscheeks out for him, parting her legs to give him total access. She heard the knifeblade being opened and knew he wasn't bluffing. Her ass quivered a little as gooseflesh flared across the bright red now painted on both cheeks.
 
Turns to Oreo and claps

Congrats Oreo!

Looks back to Ausus and smiles

Yes yes it is.
Is there anything you would like of me Ausus?
Real or Fantasy it's always a pleasure with you :devil:
 
cheers and throws (soft) little candies at Oreo!!

YAY!!!

never understood why she wasn't beating boys off with a stick in the first place...they must be exceptionally dim boys
 
Turns to Oreo and claps

Congrats Oreo!

Looks back to Ausus and smiles

Yes yes it is.
Is there anything you would like of me Ausus?
Real or Fantasy it's always a pleasure with you :devil:

I think I am going to have to create a special room for you. Like the Room of Requirement at Hogwarts.

Grins.

Thank you.

And thank you AMC.

And Vailish... Thank you all.

You're welcome Cookie. Hot dress btw.
 
Grins.

Thank you.

And thank you AMC.

And Vailish... Thank you all.

I am with Vail though.
You haven't been needed to hire Mercs armed with Assault rifles to keep the guys away from you?
I hope you two have a long and lasting relationship, filled with lots of sex and good times!
 
I think I am going to have to create a special room for you. Like the Room of Requirement at Hogwarts.


Not sure what that room is(Don't read or watch Harry Potter)
But yeah could be.
I know some of my tastes don't fall under normal lol
 
Not sure what that room is(Don't read or watch Harry Potter)
But yeah could be.
I know some of my tastes don't fall under normal lol

My jaw drops.

Well.. um, the room of requirement is a magical room at Hogwarts that changes to suit the needs of the person requiring it.

So it's been a hideaway, and a training room and several other things.

In this case, it would allow us to suspend the rules of reality, were a client seek it's use. In your case.. it would work.

Read the books silly. kisses his cheek.
 
He squatted behind her, placing a heavy hand on her ass and holding her in place. The cold metal of the blade pressed flat against her flesh, and he figured she knew exactly what was coming next. He took a moment to appreciate the scarred flesh of the cheek, where this procedure had been performed before. But only a moment.

The sharp tip dug into her flesh in the same way it had before, and was held in place as the blood trickled down below. After a brief pause, the sharp, jagged blade was dragged down, the start of the pattern forming over the old scar.


I don't want anyone forgetting just who you belong to, little bitch...

He smiled coldly as the blade continues to dig and work, the fingers of his other hand firmly gripping her hip, making sure there was no escape. The initials were almost finished, and the blood was starting to drip down. He'd have to get the carpet cleaned after this.
 
I started to read the first book, just really wasn't my thing for some reason.
No idea why.
Saw the first movie if I recall or part of it anyway.
Again nothing to write home about for me.
Still this room sounds cool.
 
I started to read the first book, just really wasn't my thing for some reason.
No idea why.
Saw the first movie if I recall or part of it anyway.
Again nothing to write home about for me.
Still this room sounds cool.

It is cool. RW is calling. Dinner time. I will catch you all later!
 
Smiles and blows Ausus a kiss as she leaves.

Take care Ausus and enjoy your dinner!
 
He squatted behind her, placing a heavy hand on her ass and holding her in place. The cold metal of the blade pressed flat against her flesh, and he figured she knew exactly what was coming next. He took a moment to appreciate the scarred flesh of the cheek, where this procedure had been performed before. But only a moment.

The sharp tip dug into her flesh in the same way it had before, and was held in place as the blood trickled down below. After a brief pause, the sharp, jagged blade was dragged down, the start of the pattern forming over the old scar.


I don't want anyone forgetting just who you belong to, little bitch...

He smiled coldly as the blade continues to dig and work, the fingers of his other hand firmly gripping her hip, making sure there was no escape. The initials were almost finished, and the blood was starting to drip down. He'd have to get the carpet cleaned after this.

She held still for him, moaning as he cut her. There was pain and the rush of knowing she was bleeding for him but layered over that was the satisfaction that he still wanted to own her, wanted everyone to know it too. he had carved his initials into her skin a number of times before, opening the old wounds each time they healed so that he could permanently scar her.

She loved being his, but in his less charitable moments Master would tell her how his initials marked her as used goods. If he ever took back his collar and released her, anyone else she served would know he had owned her and chosen to discard her.


"Thank you Master." The words were half moaned.
 
I am with Vail though.
You haven't been needed to hire Mercs armed with Assault rifles to keep the guys away from you?
I hope you two have a long and lasting relationship, filled with lots of sex and good times!
Not even remotely.

And most of my relationships ended up having been one sided... :/
 
"Thank you Master." The words were half moaned.

As the last of his initials were carved into the flesh of her ass, he smiled at his handiwork. Few could ever truly understand the nature of such an action, and how it really affected them both. It was an act of pure torture to the untrained eye, but to them, it was a bond deeply shared and visibly displayed.

He folded the blade after wiping it off, and slipped it back into his pocket. Then he spanked the fresh mark hard, causing a wet slapping noise to reach their collective ears. His chuckles was soon to follow, as his fist reached forward and caught her hair. With red locks seeping between his fingertips when he pulled her back to an upright kneeling position.

He teeth met her ear, and he whispered something small in her ear.

Then he stood up before her, knowing he had to test those holes, starting with her mouth. It was only right.
 
It was becoming a ritual for them. After cutting his mark into her pale skin, watching the blood run and seeing her moan and squirm as she endured it for him... after all that Master always had a compelling need to claim all her holes again. She ached for it too, to feel the exquisite pain of his body ripping into her own, choking her, violating and filling her, owning her. These were not times when Master held back or gave any thought to her pleasure, these were times when she became nothing other than a conduit for his most depraved and sadistic lusts, an anguished scream made flesh... fuckmeat. A bystander would think he considered her utterly worthless and disposable, not realising that her own depraved and masochistic cravings were central to his enjoyment in using her. They were destined to do this forever, opposites attracting in an explosion of white hot bliss that burned right through to her soul.

She smiled as he caught her hair and positioned her, aching for the real fun to begin. Her eyes flashed conspiratorially as he murmured low in her ear, his voice and lips sending a shiver through her as she knelt there. She knew what he would want even before he rose and stood in front of her, his shoes filling her vision. She kept her gaze low, knowing what she was to him right now and how close to the edge he could dance if she gave him the slightest cause.
 
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Even as his eyes watched her down turned face, his fingers went to work on his zipper. His hardening length had been waiting for this since the evaluation had started. The head brushed up against her cheeks, lips, and nose as he watched for her reactions. His fingers took hold of a firm grip of hair once more, and he used it to guide her.

Teasing was one of his favorite games, making his little slut beg for what she wanted and needed. His eyes pierced through her even as a droplet of precum made contact with her lip and stretched like a tiny string as the source continued to move unheeded.


Beg for it, cunt...
 
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