Wolven Den

Grins at my baby mama from the cushions

Hey sweetness!! How are you? Let me introduce you to sweet Weaver.

Smiles

How is our daughter doing?
 
I wanted to surprise you...and be waiting for you when you got off work. But then RL things got in the way. *tightens my arms around her for a moment* Did you have a good day?

*looks up and smiles* hello Trinique
 
When I think RPG I think real life role playing...like LARPing...or writing...not videos...



Grinning at Weaver, I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her closer to my side...

So you decided to visit me, hmmm?

When I mean LARP, I say....LARP....it's a verb now. lol
 
I wanted to surprise you...and be waiting for you when you got off work. But then RL things got in the way. *tightens my arms around her for a moment* Did you have a good day?

I had a long day, my sweet Weaver...but I am pleased beyond all words to have you here...waiting. Have you made it to the back room yet or were you waiting for a private tour?

When I mean LARP, I say....LARP....it's a verb now. lol

Smart ass. *blows another raspberry at you*

I think LARPing would be a lot of fun.

I have LARPed~ Vampire: the Masquerade, Werewolf: the Apocalypse, Vampire: Requiem, DnD....

(I know, I am a nerdy geek)
 
Grins at my baby mama from the cushions

Hey sweetness!! How are you? Let me introduce you to sweet Weaver.

Smiles

How is our daughter doing?

Our baby's fine. Keeping her on Tylenol and no abnormal swelling or pus or anything, thus no infection. She went to sleep early.

Not good. I'm beyond the abyss and I think the walls are caving.

Hey DW. Nice to meet you.
 
Our baby's fine. Keeping her on Tylenol and no abnormal swelling or pus or anything, thus no infection. She went to sleep early.

Not good. I'm beyond the abyss and I think the walls are caving.

Hey DW. Nice to meet you.

Looks at you....

Write me, please...PM. Now.
 
Have you made it to the back room yet or were you waiting for a private tour?

I thought to wait for a private tour. It seemed more appropriate.

*loosens my hold on Luna and looks into her eyes as I shift away making room for Trinique between us if she needs Luna snuggles*
 
I thought to wait for a private tour. It seemed more appropriate.

*loosens my hold on Luna and looks into her eyes as I shift away making room for Trinique between us if she needs Luna snuggles*

Nods once in response to her words and smiles at the slight movement which opens up room if Trinnie needs it.

Good, then give me five minutes to snuggle my baby mama and I will give you that tour.
 
Standing up~ I stride toward the back room door and open it. With a quick glance over my shoulder, letting Weaver know she should sit still, I disappear into the depths. A few minutes later, a large DO NOT DISTURB sign appears~moving through the main room by itself and positioning itself on the Den's main entrance

Do Not Enter, Private party occurring
 
I return, a few minutes later. I am dressed in a soft pair of broken in jeans, the knee ripped out, and a white baby tee. I have no shoes on my feet and my hair is pulled into a little pony tail. Hanging from my right wrist is a match to the crop I had left for Weaver.

Come on, pretty one. Let me show my Sanctuary.
 
*Sitting quietly I follow Luna with my eyes as she passes into the backroom wondering just what I will find behind that door. I smile a bit nervously as the sign fairly blocks the entrance and I realize that we are alone. She once told me I would be safe with her at my refuge...but now I had willingly entered her den. The crazed butterflies return to my stomach, bringing a lot of friends

"Come on, pretty one. Let me show my Sanctuary"

*I stand and walk toward her, my knees already a bit shaky*
 
*watches the sign go past, then coughs,and stands up, slinking off out the Den's entrance with his dragon tail low*
 
smiles at Dragon's retreating back before focusing on Weaver once more.

On your feet, sweet one. I promise you have nothing to fear with me. Today is just the tour, to get you used to the idea.
 
I'm not afraid... *laughs at myself and stops beside her*...well...a little. But I want to know what's behind that door, and I want to be here.
 
Good.

Twining my fingers with yours, I lead us both to the door and stop at the threshold.

Your key unlocks this.

I point to the small lock just below the door handle.

I have never given a key before. Grins suddenly. You should feel very wanted.

No more words are needed. Instead, I twist the knob and push the door open. The very first thing one sees upon entering, is my St. Andrews Cross. I lead you toward it, tugging lightly when I feel your footsteps falter

It only looks scary, love. Come and see.
 
*Glancing at you in surprise my hand reaches for the small key resting between my breasts...and then I see the cross. My eyes go wide and I hold your hand tighter as I let you pull me closer to it*
 
Stepping behind you, I guide your hands to feel the smooth arms that make up the cross. The wood is solid, but soft, like it has been well oiled, loved, tended to.

The wood is a solid support for those times when I don't want my playmate to be able to escape me.

I turn you about so that your eyes see the large California king sized bed placed against the far wall. A large hope chest sits at the foot of the bed.

The bed is for cuddle time and after care and ummm other things, The chest contains toys that are not on my walls as well as rope for binding.

Turning you once more I direct your eyes to the ornate mirror that stands facing the cross.

I told you about my fetish for immobile women watching themselves, didn't I?
 
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*For the moment I stand pliant under your hands, touching the cross whose wood feels almost alive, turning and taking in each item that you point out to me. My curiosity grows with each word you speak and my excitement builds as I turn my gaze back to the cross for a moment*

"I told you about my fetish for immovable women watching themselves, didn't I?"

*startled I look into the mirror, seeing the two of us reflected in it's depths. My gaze meets yours and I go very still*

I...I don't think so...
 
I...I don't think so...

Ah I must rectify that right away...

I guide you back to the seat which hangs from the cross, positioning you until you can see yourself perfectly within the mirror's silvery depths. Dropping to my knees beside you, I lean in and whisper into your ear:

You see, pretty Weaver, I enjoy indulging myself but I don't like it when my playmates move and I hate it when they close their eyes. I want them to watch the color flood their skin. I need them to see the results of my hands and my toys. I get wet controlling her movements, her responses, whether or not she makes noises or suffers in delicious silence.

My voice drops further into a husky growling tenor..

Don't you think that would be fun?
 
I sit watching our reflections as your whispered words warm more than my ear. I see my breasts rise and fall as I take a deep shuddering breath, my throat work as I swallow hard.

My eyes slide to yours in the mirror at your whispered question, your tone sending a shiver up my spine. I watch you for a moment, not sure I could speak if I tried. Then I turn my face toward you and slowly nod, my lips parting...*


...yes, Miss Luna...I do
 
...yes, Miss Luna...I do

Standing up, I place my hand on the back of your neck, applying just a bit of pressure until your head turns to face the mirror once more.

I would love to do that with you, one day.

My voice drops slightly as I release your neck...

It will happen on the day you present yourself here for me to play with.

A sigh as I grab your hand and tug you upwards, until you stand beside me.

So my sweet what do you think? Are you interested in allowing me to push your boundaries?
 
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