Welcome to Hell.

[Perplexia]

Night Noon

 

[CountCunninglvr]

Night noon.

 

[Perplexia]

Night noon.

*taps leg.. keep going.

 

[CountCunninglvr]

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[Perplexia]

As you wish.

*My breathing intensifies slightly from feeling her hand on my leg even briefly and I begin slowly dragging my fingertips down her neck, to her shoulders...and allowing one hand to seperate from the other and travel down the right side of her body to her hip as the other continues to the lower back. I move my lips towards the right side of her neck...hovering at first and then planting a kiss as soft as a current of air.*

A soft moan escapes my lips feeling the fingers upon the back of my neck and shoulders, hip and lower back. His lips soft and warm as the air in hell grazing neck. "very sweet" purrs softly
My hands grip his legs with soft touches willing him to continue his massage.

 

[CountCunninglvr]

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[Perplexia]

*The sensory feast of her soft moan and the touch of her hands on my legs causes my blood to boil and my heartrate to quicken. A powerful electrifying tingle emanates from the points of both her hands, runs up my spine and through the rest of my body. I glide my left hand accross her collarbone, then move one finger up her chin and let it rest on her lower lip. My right hand continues to caress the side of her body. I slowly begin moving my mouth towards her ear again and I whisper once more in a semi playful tone...*

Is this the kind of attention you like?

*I then kiss her earlobe slightly taking it in my mouth, knowing full well how sensitive they are for everyone...as well as what nerves endings they are connected to.*

my mouth opens taking his finger between them sucking it lightly allowing my tongue to trace its ridges and allowing my teeth to gently graze it. Purring lightly as his lips take my lobe. "stick to the massage romeo" i order lightly.

 

[CountCunninglvr]

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[Perplexia]

My apologies...

*I move my lips away from her ear and frivolously do everything in my power to shift my focus only on her massage. The new sensation of her tongue on the end of my finger causes a new electrifying sensation that I feel even in my face and it causes me to breath in sharply as my hand begins to quiver in its current position. I move my other hand up from the side of her body all the way up to the back of her neck, then forming my hand into a clawlike position softly glide my fingertips down the back of her neck...down the mid back... reaching the lower back and stopping right at the waistline to drag my hand up again and repeat the process.*

There is that better?

mmm very nice, good boy

 

[CountCunninglvr]

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[Perplexia]

*Continuing to glide my fingers up and down her back, I begin to feel a kind of clashing mix of building frustration and excitement that I crave so much while being servile to a woman in this way. Her pleasure partially becomes my own with every reaction to my caressing fingers. I slowly pull my finger away from her lips, back down her chin, and begin allowing my hand to travel down just below her collar bone and moving my finger tips from one shoulder to the next...back and forth. Her hands on my legs still a source of slight excitement.*

Am I being good?

Pats leg lightly. You may massage my legs and feet now if you wish.

 

[CountCunninglvr]

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[Perplexia]

I would be glad to Perplexia.

*I remove my hands from her upper body and kneel down on front of her. I look up into her eye's briefly...she looks like a goddess gazing back at me... then I place both hands on her right foot and begin softly kneeding the soft regions around the ankle with my fingers on both sides of the foot.*

mmm good boy

 

[CountCunninglvr]

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[Perplexia]

*I switch over to the other foot now and my fingers kneed her ankles more, pressing into the soft regions slightly...I look up slightly to admire the perfect artful curvature of her smooth firm legs, fighting off the thought of kissing one of them, but my mind continues to fill with images of what it would be like to taste the soft flesh on my tongue and it causes my breathing to intensify as I work.*

recognizing the increase in breathing, i can tell my pet is craving something, imagining something. "Good boy" i praise lightly. Then decide to see what it is he wishes for. "beg" is all i say.

 

[CountCunninglvr]

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[Perplexia]

Please my goddess, your legs are beautiful...please allow me to at least kiss one of your calfs.

*My hands move slightly above up to her calf and begin kneeding the large sleek muscle behind the shin. The thought of kissing the region only intensifies as I do so. The natural smell off her skin invades my nostrils and I grow intoxicated by it.*

You may, but only if you do it slowly and work your way to each of my toes, then my calf again and then my inner thigh. Becareful not to go to slow or to fast, cause i may stop and deny you at any point.

 

[CountCunninglvr]

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[Perplexia]

Thank you...

*I move my lips slowly down to the big toe on your right foot and plant a soft kiss, lift up, take a breath, and move on to the next toe down, planting a soft kiss...then kissing the next one down with no deviation from speed, my breathing pattern helps me keep rhythm as I kiss the next one down. Then I reach the pinky toe and plant yet another kiss. I kiss a trail along the tendon from her big toe to the region just adjacent to the ankle...I then kiss the soft region along the ankle and begin another ultra slow trail of kisses uppward towards her calf. Upon planting the first kiss on her calf, excitement rushes through me and I begin my long journey of gratifying kisses up her calf.*

Purrs softly. Good boy.. Now it is time for me to get some sleep. You did well today.

 

[CountCunninglvr]

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[Britwitch]

His hand rushes forward and grasps at throat, fingers tightening and loosening randomly around the soft flesh.

How would you like to become a more permanent fixture around here? Maybe I'll chain you to the wall and have you add some color to this place. And, of course, a willing target for the perverse desires one would expect to find...

With the words trailing off, several heavy slaps fall upon her breasts, each one aiming for a different portion. Some fall on the tops, others the undersides, the sides, and still others directly across nipples. Once the last have made their mark, he sits back and once again studies his handiwork.

Delicious. What do you say? Naughty enough to volunteer for such a thing? Ready to be ogled by all, and used by anyone?

Slips into Hell after being unceremoniously frozen out of it this morning, to her surprise her clothes mysteriously morph into the shreds they were turned into during her last visit and the shackles reappear around her wrists. Looking around, she finds a suitable spot and kneels, head bowed...waiting...

 

[Seranova]

Slips into Hell after being unceremoniously frozen out of it this morning, to her surprise her clothes mysteriously morph into the shreds they were turned into during her last visit and the shackles reappear around her wrists. Looking around, she finds a suitable spot and kneels, head bowed...waiting...

Enters the fiery domain, and even though he easily spots the witch kneeling, he spends some time ignoring her for now. He moves over to the manifested coffee machine and pours himself a fresh cup, then sips at it casually. Eventually, he paces lightly over to where the witch resides and studies her carefully while enjoying the first few drinks of the black brew. He walks slowly around behind her, unabashedly taking in her form. Then, once back in front, he stands so that his hip is directly in front of her face and speaks quietly.

Hello, little witch. Have you considered my question at all?

 

[Britwitch]

Enters the fiery domain, and even though he easily spots the witch kneeling, he spends some time ignoring her for now. He moves over to the manifested coffee machine and pours himself a fresh cup, then sips at it casually. Eventually, he paces lightly over to where the witch resides and studies her carefully while enjoying the first few drinks of the black brew. He walks slowly around behind her, unabashedly taking in her form. Then, once back in front, he stands so that his hip is directly in front of her face and speaks quietly.

Hello, little witch. Have you considered my question at all?

She knows he's there, his footsteps moving around her, looking and yet not looking. Having learnt her lesson earlier she keeps her gaze lowered as she answers his question from their previous meeting.

Hello and...I have considered it and I will, I mean, I would...

Cheeks burning as the words leave her lips before she can think to stop them, rambling and stuttering...embarrassing.

...I mean...if you think there is a place for me, then who am I to argue...

 

[Seranova]

She knows he's there, his footsteps moving around her, looking and yet not looking. Having learnt her lesson earlier she keeps her gaze lowered as she answers his question from their previous meeting.

Hello and...I have considered it and I will, I mean, I would...

Cheeks burning as the words leave her lips before she can think to stop them, rambling and stuttering...embarrassing.

...I mean...if you think there is a place for me, then who am I to argue...

Oh, good. I think you will liven up the place rather nicely, between the view of your form on display and the moans that are sure to follow when our visitors decide to make use of the offered holes...

A wicked chuckle from his lips as his words trail off. Then, a rather interesting idea occurs to him. He places the coffee cup atop her head, balanced for the moment, and growls something about holding it. Then, and hand reaches down and slides evenly over a reddened breast, roughly and possessively groping the fleshy orb, before squeezing it firmly.

The question is... how best to display you? We could have you simply kneeling, and let your user choose how he wishes to move you... we could have you chained to the ground with those creamy thighs spread and lifted to allow the quick and dirty... or, I rather like the idea of having you chained in place while bent over something... That would ensure that there is equal opportunity for your holes and more than one at a time, hm?

A nipple is grabbed and twisted harshly as the cup of coffee still sits on the top of her head.

What do you think, witchling?

 

[Britwitch]

Oh, good. I think you will liven up the place rather nicely, between the view of your form on display and the moans that are sure to follow when our visitors decide to make use of the offered holes...

A wicked chuckle from his lips as his words trail off. Then, a rather interesting idea occurs to him. He places the coffee cup atop her head, balanced for the moment, and growls something about holding it. Then, and hand reaches down and slides evenly over a reddened breast, roughly and possessively groping the fleshy orb, before squeezing it firmly.

The question is... how best to display you? We could have you simply kneeling, and let your user choose how he wishes to move you... we could have you chained to the ground with those creamy thighs spread and lifted to allow the quick and dirty... or, I rather like the idea of having you chained in place while bent over something... That would ensure that there is equal opportunity for your holes and more than one at a time, hm?

A nipple is grabbed and twisted harshly as the cup of coffee still sits on the top of her head.

What do you think, witchling?

Her body tenses as the cup rests upon her head. Terrified of two things, firstly of spilling boiling liquid over herself and secondly, and perhaps more worryingly, of upsetting him.

The groping makes her wince, tender flesh protesting the action but she stays as still as she possibly can. His words making her want to fidget, thighs pressing together against the tingle building rapidly between them. She could argue she isn't excited by the thought of everything he suggests but that would most likely get her into far more trouble than she already was.

A yelp as her nipple is painfully pulled, making her jerk but somehow maintain her balance and that of the beverage on her head.

I...I think that a position that allows the most use would probably be the most effective but I also think, I know, that as one doing the using, the choice is ultimately yours...