Wolven Den

I shut the playroom door once she has entered and wait for her to stop walking. She does, eventually.

Just what were you thinking yesterday, love? Hmm? Not quite sure what you did but I know you did something. I could smell you.

I tilt my head and watch her, my mouth still quirked into a slight smile, my eyes sparkling gleefully. Shaking my head, I move closer.

You have never learned when playtime is bad. All these years and you still push when you ought to know better.

A semi shrug before I strip down as well, leaving only a pair of black boy cut panties and a black wife beater in place, to hug my frame.

I get hot, you see. My voice a murmur in the silence of the room...

Hmmm, now then...A stride forward, until my hand is clasped at her throat, squeezing once, sharply before loosening enough for her to breathe. I think it will be best for the both of us if you can not move away.

I push her back toward the wall where there are mounted two sets of manacles and shackles....

Spread your legs, hip distance apart, arms above your head...

I wait for Trinnie to realize she doesn't have a choice....
 
I shut the playroom door once she has entered and wait for her to stop walking. She does, eventually.

Just what were you thinking yesterday, love? Hmm? Not quite sure what you did but I know you did something. I could smell you.

I tilt my head and watch her, my mouth still quirked into a slight smile, my eyes sparkling gleefully. Shaking my head, I move closer.

You have never learned when playtime is bad. All these years and you still push when you ought to know better.

A semi shrug before I strip down as well, leaving only a pair of black boy cut panties and a black wife beater in place, to hug my frame.

I get hot, you see. My voice a murmur in the silence of the room...

Hmmm, now then...A stride forward, until my hand is clasped at her throat, squeezing once, sharply before loosening enough for her to breathe. I think it will be best for the both of us if you can not move away.

I push her back toward the wall where there are mounted two sets of manacles and shackles....

Spread your legs, hip distance apart, arms above your head...

I wait for Trinnie to realize she doesn't have a choice....

My face flushes deeply when I realize Luna knows I was here...doing things I shouldn't have been doing.

"I wasn't thinking. I should have been more respectful."

My skin warms, feels hot when Luna moves close to me. I watch her strip, hear her tell me she gets hot, and before I can stop myself, I'm speaking softly...

"God yes, you do..."

Quickly I shut my mouth, but the damage is done. Luna's hand is at my throat then, and interestingly enough, it's not the inability to breathe that I think about first, but the butterflies in my stomach and tingle between my legs. My body's betraying my good senses, and I find myself doing as she says, assuming the position. My face is probably beet red, but what the hell....
 
Snapping the cuffs closed on ankles and wrists takes almost no time and soon enough, she is held still, her body spread for my perusal. At first I wanted to make her face the wall, but when I saw the color come creeping over her face, I knew I wasn't going to want to miss that delightful blush. Her body would mark well, no matter what I hit. Picking up a small velvet mask, I moved as close to her as possible and waited, my right hand trailing fingernails up and down her belly....I waited for her to look at me. She did, eventually.

I am going to blind you. That way you won't have to worry about what I am going to do to you. You won't see it and what you can't see, won't scare you.

I grin then, a grin from long ago...and place the velvet mask over her eyes, tying it snugly behind her head....then I step away and wander toward the rack where I had placed all of my toys, just a bit ago...

I have always wanted to see how your skin would look after a flogging....but first...

My fingers grasp two small silver clips and I wander back to her...

First, I have couple of gifts for you...

My lips find one nipple and suckle, biting, laving, licking, suckling...until it hardens so prettily in my mouth. With a sigh, I stop and pinch the pinkness, before applying the small silver clamp to the delicate flesh. I tighten it a bit at a time, until her nipple is straining up and out...then i repeat the process on the other side...

Pretty.....
 
Snapping the cuffs closed on ankles and wrists takes almost no time and soon enough, she is held still, her body spread for my perusal. At first I wanted to make her face the wall, but when I saw the color come creeping over her face, I knew I wasn't going to want to miss that delightful blush. Her body would mark well, no matter what I hit. Picking up a small velvet mask, I moved as close to her as possible and waited, my right hand trailing fingernails up and down her belly....I waited for her to look at me. She did, eventually.

I am going to blind you. That way you won't have to worry about what I am going to do to you. You won't see it and what you can't see, won't scare you.

I grin then, a grin from long ago...and place the velvet mask over her eyes, tying it snugly behind her head....then I step away and wander toward the rack where I had placed all of my toys, just a bit ago...

I have always wanted to see how your skin would look after a flogging....but first...

My fingers grasp two small silver clips and I wander back to her...

First, I have couple of gifts for you...

My lips find one nipple and suckle, biting, laving, licking, suckling...until it hardens so prettily in my mouth. With a sigh, I stop and pinch the pinkness, before applying the small silver clamp to the delicate flesh. I tighten it a bit at a time, until her nipple is straining up and out...then i repeat the process on the other side...

Pretty.....

I'm totally helpless to do anything but be a canvas for her. It's a seriously strange feeling, being so open when I'm so unsure of myself. But I swallow down my doubts and let Luna be Luna. Deep down I know I want this. I want to stop her hands with the blindfold, but I can't, I don't. Instead I ask softly,

"The whole time? I can't see you at all?"

I've always liked watching her, no matter what she's doing, and it sucks, utterly sucks that I can't watch this part of her too. I don't struggle or turn my head away though. I let her put it on me. She's saying something about a flogging and I moan softly. Then unexpectedly, I feel her mouth on first one nipple than the other. My body jerks, hard. I whimper, moan, but have no intelligible words at the moment. All I manage to get out is,

"Please...
 
Shh, no noise, pretty...or the next thing will be a gag and I KNOW you would hate that.

A moment of silence as I go and grab the heavy leather flogger and give a few experimental swings, testing it on my own thigh to get a feel of how diffuse the pain will be. It is heavy, thuddy, not so stingy. Eventually, I step closer to her and tilt my head up so that I can capture her mouth with my own. A slow lingering kiss, the kind I never ever give if I can help it, before I step back and away.

Because this is new to you, we will do it in stages. First, your thighs, mayhap your lower belly. You will count, loud and clear until we reach twenty. Don't try to avoid the swings, you won't see them and it will only prolong the torment.

I take another half step back and aim for her left thigh and let fly, watching as her skin becomes suffused with color from the tails of the flogger....

Begin.
 
Shh, no noise, pretty...or the next thing will be a gag and I KNOW you would hate that.

A moment of silence as I go and grab the heavy leather flogger and give a few experimental swings, testing it on my own thigh to get a feel of how diffuse the pain will be. It is heavy, thuddy, not so stingy. Eventually, I step closer to her and tilt my head up so that I can capture her mouth with my own. A slow lingering kiss, the kind I never ever give if I can help it, before I step back and away.

Because this is new to you, we will do it in stages. First, your thighs, mayhap your lower belly. You will count, loud and clear until we reach twenty. Don't try to avoid the swings, you won't see them and it will only prolong the torment.

I take another half step back and aim for her left thigh and let fly, watching as her skin becomes suffused with color from the tails of the flogger....

Begin.

My silence is instantaneous. I WOULD hate a damn gag. Unattractive and uncomfortable. I can hear you moving around, picking something up, then something hitting something else...skin? Before I can ponder this and pick it apart, I hear you moving again, feel the heat of your body with mine. I'm caught up in the kiss...the best kind, the kind you never give, the kind I love. I breathe soft sounds into you, and then it's over too quickly. You're explaining what's going to happen next, and I'm all but unprepared for what happens next, feeling individual strips of leather on my skin, the heat turning up on my leg. I almost forget to count....

"One."

I have to fight to keep myself from moving and struggling, but the anticipation is damn near killing me.
 
I continue, moving the flogger so that new parts of her thighs are touched, flicking my wrist so that the strips wrap 'round her thigh, first one then the other. I can hear her, small gasps and moans, between each counted blow and I smile...wide enough that if she would have but seen it, I think she would have been genuinely frightened.

The last few wrist flicks land on the bottom part of her belly, the redness markedly contrasting the paleness that she has always had...


Casper, are you still with me?? Hmmm?

My voice is low, the husky one that I know she loves, the voice that makes her puddle...and she thinks I never noticed...

How do you feel? Are you sore? How are your nipples? They look so pretty...

My hand reaches between spread thighs to play with the wetness I find there..

Someone is enjoying themselves....
 
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I continue, moving the flogger so that new parts of her thighs are touched, flicking my wrist so that the strips wrap 'round her thigh, first one then the other. I can hear her, small gasps and moans, between each counted blow and I smile...wide enough that if she would have but seen it, I think she would have been genuinely frightened.

The last few wrist flicks land on the bottom part of her belly, the redness markedly contrasting the paleness that she has always had...


Casper, are you still with me?? Hmmm?

My voice is low, the husky one that I know she loves, the voice that makes her puddle...and she thinks I never noticed...

How do you feel? Are you sore? How are your nipples? They look so pretty...

My hand reaches between spread thighs to play with the wetness I find there..

Someone is enjoying themselves....

"Oh God..."

Your voice is absolutely melting me, making me drowsy, but I'm strangely aware of every touch, stroke, word. I want so badly to be able to move, react, but I'm helpless almost to tears. Gasping I answer,

"Yes, I'm still with you, Daddi"

I'm so damn turned on, and your voice is getting to me in the worst way.

"I...it doesn't really hurt yet...I mean I'm not that sore or anything. Yet, I mean."

I shiver at the mention of pretty nipples...I can feel your eyes all over me, and then your fingers, between my legs. Fuck...I try to arch my body...doesn't work.

"Don't stop touching me. Please."
 
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"Don't stop touching me. Please."

I smile and drop my hand, moving even closer in the process so that my mouth is just over her delicately curved ear.

I just love it when you whimper daddi...makes me all warm inside. And honestly, love, no pleasure for you until you've been properly punished. You tread where you shouldn't have, even knowing that I would be irate....bad, bad baby girl.

Stepping away, I move back to my toys, chosing the crop next.

We are going to mark your breasts now, darlin'. It will be the crop this time. This may sting just a bit, especially if the end comes into contact with one of those gorgeous nipples of yours. I think 10 to each breast to start. Count them for me.

I move back, just a bit more and allow myself to use a full range of motion. The crop is easier to control than the flogger and I know the little squarish marks on her pale mounds will please me to no end. The crop whistles through the air and lands, squarely on her clamped nipple...

Begin.....
 
"Don't stop touching me. Please."

I smile and drop my hand, moving even closer in the process so that my mouth is just over her delicately curved ear.

I just love it when you whimper daddi...makes me all warm inside. And honestly, love, no pleasure for you until you've been properly punished. You tread where you shouldn't have, even knowing that I would be irate....bad, bad baby girl.

Stepping away, I move back to my toys, chosing the crop next.

We are going to mark your breasts now, darlin'. It will be the crop this time. This may sting just a bit, especially if the end comes into contact with one of those gorgeous nipples of yours. I think 10 to each breast to start. Count them for me.

I move back, just a bit more and allow myself to use a full range of motion. The crop is easier to control than the flogger and I know the little squarish marks on her pale mounds will please me to no end. The crop whistles through the air and lands, squarely on her clamped nipple...

Begin.....

I know I'm supposed to be upset that she took her hand away, or understanding the full weight of the crime I've committed, but her words are hypnotizing, or is it her voice? My thoughts are definitely becoming fuzzy, and I just nod, affirming how naughty I've been.

"Yes, daddi."

My body flinches away from the whooshing sound but to no avail. The crop lands, hits me where it hurts. I cry out, can't help myself, feel my eyes water underneath the mask. I take a shuddering breath and count each smack, starting with

"One..."
 
I listen to the stuttered count, the whimpers, the cries, the moans, the sobs and I feel myself becoming wetter with each counted strike. Eventually I will have to put the both of us out of our shared misery...but not just yet. This is an exercise of control, my control and her lack of it. I am going to get full value while I have her here....

Good girl....very good. How do you feel? Do you need a break, hmmm? Do you think it's enough for your wrong doing?

I walk away, picking up the dropped flogger from earlier, and return both toys to their places on my rack. I wait for her answer as I look for, and find, a small silver, remote controlled egg. Giving a brisk nod, I turn back around and go back to Trinnie's side, my voice a low husky sound in the quiet of the room.

I am waiting. Tell me what you think, love.
 
I listen to the stuttered count, the whimpers, the cries, the moans, the sobs and I feel myself becoming wetter with each counted strike. Eventually I will have to put the both of us out of our shared misery...but not just yet. This is an exercise of control, my control and her lack of it. I am going to get full value while I have her here....

Good girl....very good. How do you feel? Do you need a break, hmmm? Do you think it's enough for your wrong doing?

I walk away, picking up the dropped flogger from earlier, and return both toys to their places on my rack. I wait for her answer as I look for, and find, a small silver, remote controlled egg. Giving a brisk nod, I turn back around and go back to Trinnie's side, my voice a low husky sound in the quiet of the room.

I am waiting. Tell me what you think, love.

I figure if I wasn't shackled up well, my legs would have collapsed under me when she said 'good girl.'

"I don't know. I'm hot. I'm sore. Yes, I...I think I've been punished enough...

I'm unsure...wondering if these beatings are done, or if I'll be granted more for my words.

"Is that okay?"
 
It's fine, love...

I practically purr those three words into her ear and then I reach down and slide the oddly shaped egg into the warm recesses of her pretty pleasure center. The egg is slightly chilled from the room and I can feel the instant tremor that racks her form. I take a moment, setting the pulse and vibration and then drop the remote. The egg is set to high, a fairly constant zzzzz that I can feel from the outside as I run fingers down over her nether lips.

I move away once more to get a large, free standing mirror. Dragging it back, I set it so that she is reflected within it's glassy surface. Then I move to her side, once more.


I have another little game for you. The blindfold will come off. I want you to keep your eyes open and watch me in the mirror. Do you think you can do that? Hm?

While I am speaking , my fingers are busy. I untie the blindfold and toss it behind me, waiting for her reaction to the marks that are gracing her skin.

You look pretty, yes?

I drop to my knees before her and use my left hand to spread her lips apart, so that her clit is exposed to the air. Leaning forward, I blow a puff of warm air across that little nubbin of flesh and then lean back to glance up at her face....

Keep your eyes open and on me at all times. You never know just when I am going to choose to look up and if I catch you with your eyes closed, I will leave you in this state. Understand?
 
It's fine, love...

I practically purr those three words into her ear and then I reach down and slide the oddly shaped egg into the warm recesses of her pretty pleasure center. The egg is slightly chilled from the room and I can feel the instant tremor that racks her form. I take a moment, setting the pulse and vibration and then drop the remote. The egg is set to high, a fairly constant zzzzz that I can feel from the outside as I run fingers down over her nether lips.

I move away once more to get a large, free standing mirror. Dragging it back, I set it so that she is reflected within it's glassy surface. Then I move to her side, once more.


I have another little game for you. The blindfold will come off. I want you to keep your eyes open and watch me in the mirror. Do you think you can do that? Hm?

While I am speaking , my fingers are busy. I untie the blindfold and toss it behind me, waiting for her reaction to the marks that are gracing her skin.

You look pretty, yes?

I drop to my knees before her and use my left hand to spread her lips apart, so that her clit is exposed to the air. Leaning forward, I blow a puff of warm air across that little nubbin of flesh and then lean back to glance up at her face....

Keep your eyes open and on me at all times. You never know just when I am going to choose to look up and if I catch you with your eyes closed, I will leave you in this state. Understand?

I shudder at your words and then shudder again when I feel you slip something inside me. My cunt contracts, wet, hungry, wanting more. I burn when I feel your fingers on my lips, and a gasping whimper escapes me.

You move away and I hear something moving around...being pulled? Dragged? My stomach clenches nervously. You pull off the blindfold and there I am in the damn mirror, red and white, pink and white. I blush furiously to see myself like that, and I turn my head to the side.

You ask me if I look pretty and I glance up quickly, then down again. I mumble

"Yes, thank you."

Your instructions to watch you in the mirror are like torture. I want to touch, taste, have...not just look. But okay, I think, I'll be good about this. I listen intently, despite the fact that your mouth is so close to my clit. I nod, even though I missed a few words of your instructions.

"Yes daddi, I'll do my best."
 
Mmmm, good girl....

Leaning forward, I capture your clit with my mouth, tongue tip beginning a slow flicking that speeds up or down depending on my inner need to tease or torment. I can feel your body, slowly spasming beneath my hands and I smile against you, suckling your clit lightly, once and again. Finally thought, I settle down, keeping constant, steady pressure on your oh so sensitive clit, my hands running over your warm skin, tracing the welts I have left behind.

I time it...trying to seduce you into relaxing and then stop to look up. Your eyes are glazed and barely open, but they are not closed either. I grin up at you and wink before going back to work on that little nubbin of nerves. The speed of my tongue increases until I am lashing your clit, tongue tip flicking as fast as I can go....I am waiting for you to cry out or pass out. Not sure which...
 
Mmmm, good girl....

Leaning forward, I capture your clit with my mouth, tongue tip beginning a slow flicking that speeds up or down depending on my inner need to tease or torment. I can feel your body, slowly spasming beneath my hands and I smile against you, suckling your clit lightly, once and again. Finally though, I settle down, keeping constant, steady pressure on your oh so sensitive clit, my hands running over your warm skin, tracing the welts I have left behind.

I time it...trying to seduce you into relaxing and then stop to look up. Your eyes are glazed and barely open, but they are not closed either. I grin up at you and wink before going back to work on that little nubbin of nerves. The speed of my tongue increases until I am lashing your clit, tongue tip flicking as fast as I can go....I am waiting for you to cry out or pass out. Not sure which...

Straining hard against my bonds, I almost immediately forget what I'm supposed to be doing while your tongue is on my clit. Quickly, I snap myself back to the task at hand and force myself to stay focused on the mirror.

Each breath out of my mouth is a whimpered, gasping moan, or a weak "Oh, daddi, yes daddi," while pulling violently against my restraints. I can barely force myself to keep my eyes open. All I want to do is close them and fall headfirst into a swirl of pleasure, but I don't.

"Fuck...daddi, please...."

My orgasm is so strong I don't even know what to do with myself, having never been in this physical position. All the energy I've expended has made my body go almost completely slack.
 
The strength of her reaction scared me. I stopped almost immediately, my hands going up to check her pulse as I stood up. Her head lolled slightly, but I could see she was still breathing. Bending over, I turned off the egg by remote before inserting one finger to grasp the edge, so that i could pull it out. Her voice was so hoarse, her eyes so fever bright, that I knew she needed to be cuddled and kissed until she came back to me...

Hold on, blue eyes. I will get you out of those restraints.

My hands made short work of the shackles and manacles and I caught her under the arms and led her still trembling body to my bed. Her skin was still hot to touch, especially where I had hit with the flogger and crop. I helped her fall into the bed and then reached for some aloe to soothe the red marks and welts, applying the cool, green gel to her skin and rubbing lightly while I waited for her breathing to return to normal. It did, soon enough, so I clambered up beside her and wrapped her in my arms.

How do you feel love? Are you ok?
 
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The strength of her reaction scared me. I stopped almost immediately, my hands going up to check her pulse as I stood up. Her head lolled slightly, but I could see she was still breathing. Bending over, I turned off the egg by remote before inserting one finger to grasp the edge, so that i could pull it out. Her voice was so hoarse, her eyes so fever bright, that I knew she needed to be cuddled and kissed until she came back to me...

Hold on, blue eyes. I will get you out of those restraints.

My hands made short work of the shackles and manacles and I caught her under the arms and led her still trembling body to my bed. Her skin was still hot to touch, especially where I had hit with the flogger and crop. I helped her fall into the bed and then reached for some aloe to soothe the red marks and welts, applying the cool, green gel to her skin and rubbing lightly while I waited for her breathing to return to normal. It did, soon enough, so I clambered up beside her and wrapped her in my arms.

How do you feel love? Are you ok?

My body starts at the feel of the cool aloe, but I'm vaguely aware that I am coming back down.

"I'm okay", I whisper softly, "just floating."

My body still feels sensitive to touch, and I jump ever so slightly as your arms go around me, but I quickly settle into you.

"Thank you daddi," I say softly before closing my eyes.
 
I sigh happily and cover us both with a heavy comforter...

I am glad, love. Get some rest. I will bother you another time...

I lay kisses on her hair, upon her forehead, on her cheeks before finally allowing myself to drift off...

Good night, love.
 
enters my den

and looks around...

No one has been here since my visit from Trinnie and I want it to be it's best, especially if i can get scarlet to come and play...
 
I enter slowly, my palms sweating a little as I look around. The furnishings are beautiful, comfortable pillows to sit on. I shiver when my eyes notice the racks, my body flushing a light pink. Turning I see her standing there, my eyes dropping immediately. I walk to her, slipping to my knees before her.

Thank you for inviting me, Miss Luna. I am honored.
 
Leaning forward, I capture scarlet and tug her to her feet.

I am glad that you trust me enough to come and play, love. This is my main room. Through that door at the rear, you will discover my den. I want you to go there and finish undressing for me. Stand quietly, arms by your sides, legs slightly spread. I will join you in a moment.

I kiss her softly, before putting my hands on her shoulders and turning her toward my Den door...

Do as I ask, love.
 
Gasping I stand before her, shivering slightly as I listen carefully. Nodding, I melt against her soft lips. I see the door as she turns me, not wanting her hands to leave me.

Yes, Miss Luna.

I rush through the door, closing it quietly behind me. Not sure how much time I have I quickly unclasp my cloak, laying it carefully over a chair, leaving me bare but for my collar and cuffs. Moving to the middle of the room, I turn to face the door, my hands resting at my sides. I move my legs apart just a bit, seeing them shaking. Taking a deep breath, I let my eyes close for a moment, trying to remain calm.
 
I enter a few moments later, my hands holding two of my favorite toys: a black suede flogger with 20 plus tails~ some with knots and a black leather strop, about an inch wide and more than a foot long.

Oh baby girl, you look lovely.

Stepping closer to scarlet, I touch her reverently, running my fingertips over belly and breast, arm and throat.

I have always wanted to see you with marks I left behind. I know your Sir plays roughly with you and as I am not sure when last you played, I don't want to hurt you, much. These toys leave marks which fade quickly...but they will please me nonetheless...

I step away and motion for her to join me by a table, one with straps by the head and feet.

Lay down, pretty, on your belly, for now. I want to warm your body first...
 
I hear her enter, my eyes opening wide as I see the toys in her hands. My words are stuck in my throat, her hands leaving trails of heat over my body. I swallow as her fingers slide over my throat, my breath catching at her words.

Following her to the table, I can't help but tremble at the sight of the straps. I can feel my body flushing, wondering if she can sense my fear and excitement. Nodding, I climb up onto the table, feeling so exposed as I kneel on the table. I quickly lay down, my head turning to the side, brushing my long strawberry blond locks off to the side.

I try to lay still, the slight tremor giving away my nervousness, the wetness between my thighs, showing my need.
 
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