Wolven Den

I slip in quietly, my Lady's adornments weighing on my ankles. My eyes scan the room but do not see her anywhere. I move toward the playroom and decide to enter, trembling softly. My hand rises, my fingers brushing against the heart clasp before I remove my cloak. I lay it on the chair off to the side, standing bare but for my cuffs, collar and adornments. My legs spread wide, back straightening, my chest thrusting out as I clasp my arms behind me. I raise my eyes and wait for my Lady to return.
 
I return form the bliss of a cool shower and step from the room that is not there. Sensitive nose catches my sweet one's scent and I wrap a towel around myself and meander toward the play room, my mind the calmest it has been in almost two hours.
Her scent...soothes me. Eventually, I push the door open with one hand and stand just inside the door, my eyes drinking her in. She glows. she is beautiful.


Hello, my heart. Will you kneel for me? Hands on the back of your neck.

The towel...drops.
 
I try not to shift, holding my posture as best I can. When I hear her enter, I take in her scent, letting it fill me as I wait for her to speak. The sound of her voice pulls at things low within me and I tremble.

My Lady

I whisper and immediately drop to the floor, hands rising up, gripping as they find the back of my neck. My eyes widen as I take in her delicious form, wondering what she has planned this evening, wanting to give her all she needs of me.
 
The carpet drinks the sounds of my movements, stifles them until they are nonexistent.She looks so pretty that way, kneeling, nude, but for the gifts her Sir and I have provided for her. The only adornments she will ever need.

Eventually, I stand before her. One small hand goes out. Twists, tugs, pulls at her hair. Twining through it. Reacquainting us. It has been far too long. My eyes drop to her face and I lean forward, from the waist to brush soft lips over her temple.


I usually don't like to see you on your knees, my heart. But I need that today.

I release her hair and move toward the cross.

Crawl to the cross, love. Don't stand. Don't hurry. Just...get there.

I stop to grab some rope and a small quirt. Nothing that will cause serious harm, nothing will draw blood, as long as I maintain control.
 
My lips part as I gasp at the pain, my eyes fluttering. The feel of you pulling at my hair filps that sweet switch within me and I feel my eyes glazing over.

I enjoy kneeling before you, my Lady. It is where I belong today.

I watch her body's fluid movements as she walks to the cross and my eyes heat. My hands slip from behind my neck as I fall forward, finding the floor quietly. I move slowly, the muscles in my body tense as I start to crawl to her. Dropping low, my eyes only on her as if she were my prey even though I know that is the complete opposite. I am the prey, crawling toward my hidden fate.

Keeping my eyes down, I drop my head as I reach her and kiss along the top of her soft feet, rubbing my cheek against her.
 
The smile that graces my face is at complete odds with the hand that yanks her hair, hard enough to draw a gasp from her mouth. She makes me very happy...but softness isn't wanted right now, nor is it needed.

Up on the cross love. Sit on the seat. Arms above your head.

The cross is modified~with a seat that can be used as steps if I want the prospective playmate higher. I don't, not today. I want her seated, with legs wide and arms up, so that her whole torso is open for me.

I will adjust you, after you are comfortable.
 
I gasp loudly, the pain in my scalp slamming through me, tightening my sex, filling me with heat. My eyes close for a moment until I hear her words. I rise quickly and settle against the seat, my juices coating it immediately, a blatant sign I am in need. My arms rise and I shift until comfortable, looking up into her eyes.

What I see there has me almost moaning with anticipation but I bite down on my bottom lip, waiting to feel the restraints that will set me free tonight.


I am ready, my Lady.
 
*walking in, seeing Luna occupied, and moving quickly and quietly aside, hoping that I might watch*
 
I kneel before her, adjusting the seat so that the part that cradles her thighs, opens. Her sex is soaking and I can see the pool that is beginning to form under her butt. Quick fingers grab soft rope and thread it through the holes on either side. I push her left leg back then so that her ankle is near the rope and bind it. I repeat with the right side. Now she is open, ready, and bound from the waist down.

Standing, with a slight pop of my knees, I extend her left arm, aligning it along a cross piece until I can slip the rope through the hole there. That wrist is bound before I turn my attention to her right arm and wrist. When I am finished she is prettily trussed. Nothing hidden from my voracious gaze. Small fingers pick up the quirt.


Ready?
 
I know she can see my arousal, definitely smell the need in my sex. It makes my juices flow again even as I drop my eyes in embarrassment. When she rises, I can't help but pull against the rope, finding it secure as always.

My eyes follow her movements, watching as she binds first my left, then my right wrist. I shift, my hands fisting as I pull, again finding them tightly bound. Seeing the quirt, I remember it and shiver. My body burns without a touch and I find her eyes.


Yes, my Lady. I am ready...I am yours.
 
I lean in then and capture her mouth with mine, the first kiss I had given her since she entered here, at my beckoning, at my needing her. The kiss is slow, thorough. I nibble and taste and bite...finally, I stand up straight and move just off to her left.

Breast, belly, thigh. Both sides. No moans, no noise, no nothing. I don't want to gag you, my heart, but I will if you make one single sound. I require utter silence and you WILL give that to me.

Nothing else to say. I take an experimental swing and then with no break in the movement, I let fly. the split tail cracks across the paleness of her breast.
 
I melt against her soft lips. The kiss is everything I need, her mouth invading my so deeply. I whimper as she moves away, my lips swollen and full from her kiss. My tongue slides over my lips, tasting her again, letting my eyes close as I listen to her instructions.


Taking a deep breath, I clench my jaw, lips pursing, hands tightening. I won't disappoint her, not tonight. I will give her what she needs.

The first taste tenses my body but as she begins, my back bows. I feel the pain hit, heating flaring within my skin as she moves across my soft breasts. My hands jerk in the ropes with each touch of the quirt but not a sound escapes.
 
Her scent teases me. Her silence a goad to my sense of self. She is being good at keeping quiet. Her body is now covered in sharp little V marks from the split tail quirt. Breasts and thighs. i had avoided her belly without meaning to. Only 5 minutes, ten minutes...and I am done. The rest of my anger, my rage, draining away...gone.

Good girl. If I put my lips on you? How long before you could cum for me?

Head tilts, eyes gleaming golden brown in low light as I gauge the marks I have left behind. No bleeding, no permanent damage. I am proud of myself for that...and happy to see the puddle beneath her, which had grown steadily larger...
 
My sex aches for her touch as she continues, each kiss of the quirt bringing another flare of heat, another pulse of need. I can feel my juices coating my thighs and slowly the pain begins to fade, the heat growing more intense. My hips rock with each strike and it isn't until I hear her words that I know she has stopped.

My eyes open, barely able to focus, hearing those words I need to hear. I clear my throat softly, looking into her beautiful eyes. My voice is breathy, thick with desire as I reply.


Immediately, my Lady. If you wish me to...
 
I kneel between her thighs and slip two fingers inside her tight heat. My voice murmurs...

do so...

Before my mouth, my tongue, finds her clit...and flicks.
 
I moan and thrust against her fingers as they slip easily into my wet sex. My eyes roll back at her words, trembling as she moves closer. The first touch of her tongue and I explode, my body rigid as I cum hard. I cry out for her, my hips shaking as wave after wave of pleasure crashes into me.

my Lady!

I growl, the pleasure continues, unable to keep still as she brings me again and again. My muscles tense, struggling against the restraints as I start to whimper, my clit growing sensitive. I wouldn't dare ask her to stop what she wants to do but I can't help thrashing and grunting.
 
I ease off. And lean back. My sweet red one is a mess~trembling, moaning, lost. I adore her. She makes me smile. Fingers unloosen the ropes at her ankles and then I stand up to untie her wrists.

I pluck her up from the cross, lifting her slight weight easily and carrying her to the bed. Laying her down, I open the bedside stand to find some aloe which I use on the marks, soothing the pain away. I smile into her face...happy with her.

Finally, when I know she is fine, I lean in and kiss her, softly.


Thank you, sweetness, for giving me this.

I appreciate it. When you are ready, return to your Sir. I will be posting for my friends and then disappearing for the night.
 
I drop back against the cross as her wicked tongue finally relents and immediately I ache for her. The soft smile on my lips grows as I feel her releasing me. When she lifts me, I open my eyes and see her smile, knowing I have pleased her. I relax slowly as she cares for me, leaning into the kiss.

My Lady...thank you. I have missed your touch.

I meet her eyes and the words pass between us before I lean up to kiss her again.

I will see you soon, my Lady, enjoy the rest of your evening. Wicked dreams...
 
A happy sigh as I meander back into the main seating area. I owe pretty Sasha and the Fr33k....need to check on Neko as well.
 
*checks back to see if Luna's feeling better, and leaves a pic to try to improve her mood further* Chalo's got a hot new one, Luna.

Tiggsy official bio pic

Ooh la la!! Smexy!!

Heya draggy!! Gotta write...feel focused enough to do so now.

*crawls forwards shyly, nuzzling Luna's knee, smiling*

Oh hello, sweetness. I didn't see you here. hand reaches to tousle pretty hair..
Niiiice post. I am proud of your girl for not running...
 
Ooh la la!! Smexy!!

Heya draggy!! Gotta write...feel focused enough to do so now.



Oh hello, sweetness. I didn't see you here. hand reaches to tousle pretty hair..
Niiiice post. I am proud of your girl for not running...

*impish grin* I'd send you a better pic of Gauge, but my niece is being quite obstinant about bedtime.
 
I rest for a moment, enjoying the smell of her still on my skin. Finally I rise up and wrap my cloak back around my still pinked body. I run my fingers through my hair before I enter the main area. Seeing Sasha, I smile and wave, remembering her from earlier.

Moving toward them, I lean down and kiss my Lady before heading toward the door.


I'll be heading to bed, my Lady. Enjoy your evening everyone...

wicked dreams...
 
Ooh la la!! Smexy!!

Heya draggy!! Gotta write...feel focused enough to do so now.



Oh hello, sweetness. I didn't see you here. hand reaches to tousle pretty hair..
Niiiice post. I am proud of your girl for not running...

*smiles and squirm a little, happily* I couldn't let her run... that wouldn't be fun at all, would it... *giggles*
 
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