Wolven Den

[Daydream_weaver]

*As I turn obediently back to look in the mirror a smile curls my lips and a gleam brightens my eyes. I look at my reflection, tilting my chin a bit and straightening my shoulders. I let myself imagine all the things you have said, the things you enjoy doing, would do with me and I nod again. My eyes lock with yours in the mirror and my smile darkens a bit and grows*

Very interested, Miss Luna...

*I look back at my own reflection and let my gaze travel over my body, eager to see the evidence of your passion painted on my flesh*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Very interested, Miss Luna...

Well, sweetness if you are really interested, then I have one sure fire way for you to prove it. It's simple really. The next time you come to this room, you will be nude. You will enter and wait for me...standing to the side of the bed, holding the crop I gave to you.

You will get into my chest and place a length of rope, a sueded flogger and two white candles on the closed top. All of this to show willing. Nothing less will do.

I gaze intently at you, studying the flushed skin, the sparkling eyes, the slight curve of your mouth.

This was just the tour my sweet, to get you used to being here, with me in MY place.

No other words now. I step forward and bring your mouth to mine, suckling your bottom lip gently before biting it. I suck the marked lip into the warm recesses of my mouth and lave it with my tongue. My hands caress you, firmly then softly, giving light pinches as they travel. Breaking the kiss, I take one step away.

Think on this tonight, sweetness. Really. Once you enter these walls, I won't allow you to walk out without saying the word we will choose together, a word chosen to halt the proceedings. Think on it.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Listening carefully to your instructions I mark each one in my mind so I won't forget anything. A tremor passes through me as you list the items I am to take from your chest.

I start to tell you I understand but your kiss takes the thought from my mind and the breath from my body. Your hands on my skin heat my blood and I slide my hands up along your shoulders, holding on tightly, not wanting to let go when you step away but knowing I must*

I will be able to think of little else. I'll not waste your time, Miss Luna. I will not come here unless I am ready to put myself completely in your hands.

*My mind races as I realize we are standing at the point of no return, and I know that for me it was only a matter of time*

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Flitting quickly through the trees I am acutely aware of time and how easily it slips through my fingers. So much has kept me way until now and all the while a small voice reminds me that there is somewhere I want to be, somewhere I need to be.

I pause at the entrance to Luna's den, my breath coming quickly but not from running. I step across the threshold and focus on the far door. My bare feet cover the floor silently and soon I stand facing it. Without taking my eyes from the door I slip the short robe I wear off my shoulders and lay it on a nearby table.

My hands have a fine tremor to them as I reach up and take the key from around my neck. I look at it in my hand and know that once I use it, once the door is opened and I step inside, there's no turning back. A faint smile crosses my lips and I slip the key into the lock.

Thinking carefully I try to remember everything she told me, not wanting to leave anything out. I do not want to disappoint her now. I cross to the chest and sink to my knees beside it. The wood is warm, soft. The lid lifts on silent hinges and I lean forward to look inside. So many interesting things meet my gaze, but I daren't take time to nose about. I remove the items I was instructed to gather and close the lid. Each item is then placed on the top of the chest, carefully, neatly....a length of rope, a flogger made of suede and two white candles. I touch each one gently, stroking my fingertips over them, and for one moment I bow my head gathering my courage.

Resolutely I push myself to my feet, take up the crop Luna gifted me with and move to the side of the bed. I stop, catching my reflection in the mirror. Turning toward it I take in the woman reflected back at me. My pale skin seems to nearly glow in the dimness. I move to look at myself in profile, turn so I can look over my shoulder and see my back, for a moment I wonder if she will be pleased to find me here.

I step to the side of the bed and turn toward the door. The crop makes a dark line across the tops of my thighs as I stand holding one end in each hand. I listen to the sound of my breathing, conscious of the rise and fall of my chest, the rush of my blood through my veins. My gaze locks on the door...and I wait.

 

[Trinique_Fire]

I'm here to be a voyeur.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*a slight blush warms my cheeks*...hello Trinique

 

[Trinique_Fire]

*a slight blush warms my cheeks*...hello Trinique

Hey DW. Enjoying what you've gotten yourself into?

 

[Daydream_weaver]

Very much...and hopefully will enjoy much more *grins*

 

[Trinique_Fire]

Very much...and hopefully will enjoy much more *grins*

It's more than likely

 

[dragonrazor]

*runs into the room, up the wall, and around in circles on the ceiling going EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE*

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*glances at Trinique and shrugs, looking back out at Razor* Maybe he hiccuped while trying to breath fire in dragon form.

 

[Trinique_Fire]

*glances at Trinique and shrugs, looking back out at Razor* Maybe he hiccuped while trying to breath fire in dragon form.

I've no idea...

 

[dragonrazor]

*stops, standing on the wall behind them* I gots a model one Dreamcast.

*pause for a few minutes, then more running around EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEing*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I am Late

I hurry to my abode and pad inside, shifting to human form upon reaching the quiet confines of the room. My sensitive nose picks up the fragile scent of vanilla and musk, the darkness of growing things and I know that my sweet Weaver is within the sanctuary. I stop, everything. Gathering my scattered thoughts, I allow my mind to become focused, quiet, content and then, I move.

A small door appears on the left side of my main room and I head toward it, my feet silent on the lush carpeting. Stepping inside, I note with pleasure the glass enclosed shower and my favorite towel. Wasting no time, I hop into the shower and adjust the temperature, allowing the first stinging drops of hot water to caress my flesh before turning away and grabbing my loofah and body wash.

A quick, thorough scrubbing and I cut the water, stepping out onto the cool tile of my shower room. I find baby oil beneath the cabinet and smother it on before drying so that my skin is silky. A few drops of sandalwood on my hip bones, my wrists, the hollow of my throat complete my routine.

My body pushes me to hurry, but I can't. I want her first time here to be memorable and that means I must look the part. My eyes spy a small door to my left. Upon opening it, I find a black velvet cat suit. I slip it on, smoothing it over my hips and belly before zipping it up. My hair, I leave down, a mass of riotous curls that just graze my shoulders.

When I am calm, and prepared, I make my way back to the main room, the hidden door once more disappearing from view behind me. With noiseless steps, I go to my Sanctuary and push open the door. My eyes alight, first, upon the black crop held in front of her. Next, the chest calls my attention and I note with gentle surprise that she has gotten all the specifics out and placed them neatly. Finally, I allow myself to focus on her. Birth naked and lovely as moon beams. My breath catches and the voice that escapes is husky and low, a seductive growl.

Hello, my Weaver. I am so glad to see you here.

 

[dragonrazor]

*pounces Luna in dragonform, then darts away, still EEEEEEEEEEEing as he runs all over the place*

 

[Daydream_weaver]

My body tenses. She is near. I cannot see her, have not caught her scent, but I know she is coming for me. Heart racing I focus on the door, my anticipation building by the second. In my mind I double check that everything is just as she said and I force myself to relax.

Silently the door swings open and she is standing there. Her beauty takes my breath away and the power of her presence washes over me, that element that first drew me to her. There is no doubt left in me, but fear? Yes there is some fear, the kind of fear that sends my pulse pounding and a rush of adrenaline laced excitement through me. The kind of fear that could be addictive.

I stand straight and still, shoulders back, head held high. The rise and fall of my chest as I breathe my only movement.

“Hello, my Weaver. I am so glad to see you here.”

Hello, Miss Luna… My voice comes out a trembling whisper giving away my nervousness and excitement. I swallow hard and grip the crop in my hands tighter. A small smile brings a sparkle to my eyes. I am very glad to see you as well.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

My head tilts as I catch the first rush of scent that betrays her nervous excitement. The hunter in me wants to pounce on her. Take her deeply into her own mind while I ravage her, repeatedly. I shake it off, stepping forward on the balls of my feet, my hands loose and easy by my side.

Hello, Miss Luna… I am very glad to see you as well.

My mouth curls upward, my dimple popping momentarily into view as I stride close enough to reach out and touch her. I allow one finger to trace her skin from the base of her throat down until it connects with the crop she holds so tightly.

I didn't expect you so soon, sweetness. You must know that.

Dropping my hand and my eyes, I gaze at her again, starting at her toes and working my way up until I can capture her eyes with my own.

Needless to say I am pleased that you decided to give in.

Stalking around her, my hands trace the curves and hollows of her flesh, my nails plucking lightly.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Watching her approach I feel very much the prey, caught in the predators lair. Only I had entered willingly, eagerly. I keep my gaze on her face as her light touch causes a shiver to run through me*

"I didn't expect you so soon, sweetness. You must know that."

*I can feel her gaze working its way up over my body like a physical touch. And I know my eyes give away my hunger for her, there's no need to play coy or deny it now.*

"Needless to say I am pleased that you decided to give in.

*I allow my eyes to drift shut for a moment as she passes behind me. Her touch is like tiny licks of flame on my skin. I want to moan, to call out. I want to wrap my arms around her, to rid her of the cloth between us. I want to drop to the floor at her feet and beg. So many differing desires race through me, but I stay still. Because most of all, I want what she has to teach me, to show me, to share with me.*

I...saw no reason to delay giving myself to you. Not when it is something we both seem to want. *my voice is soft, full of the need I had no wish to fight*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I...saw no reason to delay giving myself to you. Not when it is something we both seem to want.

I lean forward, my lips touching the back of her neck in a delicate kiss, before I move to stand in front of her once more.

I am pleased by your fortitude, sweet.

Taking a step back~ I stand; hip shot, head tilted, and study her. I have gotten into the rhythm, my brain only processing what it needs to keep moving forward, not allowing anything that would make her uneasy in my presence. I clamp down on my wolf, control is important just now.

We must choose a word, a safe word, something that will allow you to stop the proceedings if I make you uncomfortable or hurt you. Something that will be easy for you to recall in the heat of the moment but not something that you might say and not really mean like NO or STOP. My thought is vanilla. What say you?

 

[Daydream_weaver]

"I am pleased by your fortitude, sweet.

*It's strange to me how such a simple sentence can cause such feelings in me. I feel myself smile, her pleasure with me makes me happy. I put my curiosity away to examine later, simply enjoying the feeling.

I sense a shift in her and watch her as she speaks. I understand the need for a safe word and it makes my heart jump in my chest. She has my trust, but we are still learning each other.

I can't help but smile at her choice of words. It is perfectly ironic*

Vanilla....I like that very much, Miss Luna

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I smile as I hear her response

Vanilla....I like that very much, Miss Luna

My voice is a purring, rumbling sound. I am excited. More excited than I have been in forever and I am trying so hard to do this the right way, but damn. She tweaks every protective, possessive instinct I have. I push it down, push it away. Not yet, not yet. maybe next time...but not yet. I respond to her statement, the edge of sheer hunger showing in the throb and purr of my voice.

Good, sweet Weaver. Then we shall begin.

I stalk closer, grabbing her crop with my left hand and tugging her forward with my right hand.

To the cross, my pretty. I want you standing, arms and legs following the beams, please.

I turn away, crossing to the chest and grabbing the rope and one of the candles. I know that they are low heat, perfect for a first timer when it comes to wax play. I want to tease her, not hurt her...

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*My eyes dart to the cross at her words, then to the mirror and back. Without a word I step forward and turn, placing my back against the warm wood and lifting my arms above my head. I can see my reflection in the mirror and I adjust my limbs until they are positioned just right along the beams.

I feel my cheeks warm as I realize just how vulnerable this position leaves me. For one moment I worry, not that she will hurt me, but that she will know how my body is responding. I watch my cheeks glow brighter as another realization hits me...she already knows.

Glancing toward her I see the items she picks up and my body tightens. The rope...she will bind me with the rope? Bind me so that I cannot move and will have no choice but to look at my reflection in the mirror. Isn't that what she said she enjoyed? I glance back at my reflection, my head tilting a bit as I consider. I think I will enjoy it too*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I turn and face her. My hands filled with crop, candle and rope. She makes such a delicious picture, everything spread, eyes upon herself in the mirror, her color high. Within a few steps I can smell the beginnings of her arousal: dark musk, sweet vanilla and a hint of other. My mouth curls into hunter's grin.

You look lovely. Watch me.

There are eye bolts spaced along the beam, perfect for drawing a length of rope for securing wrists and ankles. With no words, I move to do so, unwinding the rope and cutting it into four equal lengths. Then I slide the rope through the holes, not tying any of them just yet, enjoying the contrast of her pale skin and the dark, silken lengths that will tie her.

This won't take but a moment, sweetness.

I focus on the task at hand, securing her wrists first, making sure the rope is not too tight. Then I drop to my knees between her spread thighs and repeat the process on her ankles. I give into temptation and lean forward, allowing myself a small taste of her inner most folds with a quick darting tongue before returning to my feet.

You taste sweet, my Weaver.

I hold up the candle, lighting it with a wooden match.

This will not burn your flesh, though it is rather warm...I am going to anoint you with heat, Weaver.

Stepping close to her, I give in and kiss her mouth, running my tongue along her bottom lip before lightly nipping it. Then I step back, and study her, deciding which part of her I will touch first. Her collar bones call to me so that is where I start, dripping warm white wax onto her skin.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*My eyes follow her movements, watching avidly as she cuts the rope and slips it through the holes. I watch her face as she tightens it around each wrist, my skin unused to the feeling of rope against it. I resist the urge to test my bonds as she kneels and begins to tie my ankles. My eyes widen and I watch her lean forward as if in slow motion. I gasp and my hips jerk as her tongue causes fire to shoot through me.*

“You taste sweet, my Weaver.”

*I cannot speak and my wrists twist against the ropes, not in an effort to be free, just because I want to reach for her. I glance up at my bound wrists, my lack of freedom a strange and exciting feeling.

The striking of the match and the smell the faint hint of sulfur cause my gaze leap to her as the candle begins to melt. I hear her words, taste her kiss and think that already I burn for her. Then the first drops fall.

Drawing a hissing breath between my teeth I glance down to watch as the wax drips onto my skin. A splattering of white, a trickle over my collar bone toward my breast..another drop, another trickle. The heat of the wax causes only a faint hint of a sting, each drop sending small jolts like an electric current, straight to my core.

I look up at her face, watching as she continues to work her art on my flesh*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I am in that place. I don't get there often enough. It is the place where everything falls away except for the woman in front of me, every emotional surge is tied to her, every bit of pleasure I elicit causes an answering pleasure within. It is a lovely place; filled with darkness and power and control and I am there.

My body is attuned to Weaver. Each hint of wax, of warmth causes her body to tighten and I smell it, can practically taste it. I want more of that, more of her heat, her need. I want to push her.

Moving downward, I drip wax onto the rise of each rounded breast, watching intently as the wax trickles and hardens onto the sensitive nipples. She is painted in white from collar bone to breast. She looks edible.

Ooo so pretty, my Weaver.

I take a step away, allowing my eyes to feast on her, my mouth curved in a wicked grin that I can not control. Turning slightly, I place the candle in a crystal holder upon a low table and bend down to pick up her crop from the floor. Giving a few swings, I test it's balance, listening for the whistling swish as it speeds toward nothing. Then I return to looking at her, the crop held loosely in my right hand.

I have told you about this. It is a stinging sensation, quickly soothed with a rub. This is your first experience with me so I will go easy on you. Just your thighs will taste the crop, sweetest Weaver. Ten each, alternating. I want you to count out loud, each stroke, for me. Don't forget, keep your eyes trained on the mirror. I want you to see the lovely little markings this leaves behind.

Taking another step back, I gauge the distance and let fly, aiming for the top most part of her right thigh. The sound, a sharp crack, echoes through the room and I smile. The left thigh is next. Placing the mark with the same care takes but a moment. I switch hands between swings, and I time them...a few seconds between each so that I can watch and listen to make sure that I am not going too fast. Soon, her thighs are covered, ten rectangular little marks that ladder her thighs.