Wolven Den

A witty thought begins to form in my mind, but as I take in the glorious sight of that glorious caramel skin my mind goes blank.

Umm,

Very much Daddi

I lick my lips as I think of running my tongue and teeth over those curves
 
Pen and I reappearing in the main room, my hand still twisted tightly in her hair.

You think I am uninterested? That you do not posssess the proper allure?

Releasing her.

Strip.
 
I reach down, grabbing my t-shirt and pulling it over my head, shaking my hair back into place. I bite my lip, my pale skin covered in goosebumps of excitement.

I take a hold of my pants, pulling the down, lowering myself to my haunches and then up again stepping out of them.

Looking towards hers, pale skin shining faintly under the room lights.
 

The first ten strikes are delivered to inner and outer thigh. Left then right. A steady rain of flat smacks that echo through my play room. Her legs are marked now, a fire engine red and I grin to myself at the sight. When I finish with the first set, I press down on her shoulders and tug on the rope, dropping her to an inch above the toy.

"Now the nipples, sweet girl."

There is a whistle and a flat cracking sound as the edge of the crop contacts the hardened nubbin of flesh. I am watching her, checking her breathing, checking her eyes, watching for pupil dilation and hyperventilation. Lily has a habit of going so deep that she doesn't really pay attention and I do NOT want her Ma'am upset if I take her too far. So I modify the swings slightly, the pain quick, the smack landing just above, or below, the clamp and weight.

I finish and drop the crop to the floor. My empty right hand delves between her open thighs to check the flow of moisture from her cunt. Two fingers slip inside, thumb finds clit. Presses. Strokes. She feels more than ready. That same hand presses downward again, until her cunt just touches the toy. I tug on the ropes held in my left hand, angling her slightly forward.


"How are you doing?"

Brisk steps in high heeled boots. Just to the knee. Not outrageous. A once over~tight black skinny jeans, a black ribbed tee, a black bandana, a black hat. I look good. I step into my playroom~removing the amber that encases the scene.

When the Lil Love arrives she should be able to slip right back in.
 
I know it is coming, but still the sharp sting of the crop hitting my nipples takes me by surprise. A sharp gasp hisses through parted lips before I am able to slow my breathing and look up at the scene that is reflected in the mirror. Lovely Luna, in head to toe black, is an amazing sight. With each strike the baubles on the nipple clamps shake and swing, not heavy by themselves but combined with the pinch of the clamp and the sting of the crop my nipples and breasts are pulsing with such a glorious range of sensations.

My soft groan is as revealing of my need as the wet heat that now coats Luna's fingers. Feeling the toy against me, just barely touching. I want so much more, I am desperate to be filled but even more desperate to please Luna and follow her commands. I know my eyes are blazing with need as I answer her question through quick breaths over which I am just starting to gain control.

"Fine ... I am fine... good. " Pauses and breaths deeply. "Oh Luna, please give me more."
 
I stop what I am doing and step back before circling behind her. With brisk movements, I straighten her posture, making sure that both parts of the toy will hit their intended targets. One hand reaches out to grab her hair, making her eyes look up at herself, her pale flesh framed by the dark wood and the bright lights that I am using to accent the scene.

Leaning down, her hair still wrapped around one small hand, I whisper into her ear:


More, you say? You want more? OK. Keep your eyes open, Lily. Do NOT close them. If you do, I will make you stay here until your legs give out. Understand? Eyes on the mirror. I want you to watch.

In the process of resetting the scene I had brought my favorite toy out and set it aside~a small bristled hairbrush. I show it to her in the mirror.

"The next ten strikes will be bristle side down, on your shoulders and back. I want to see the little dots on your skin."

The brush has a longer handle, making it almost paddle like. I swing it easily and connect with her left shoulder...then her right. The pacing is brisk and I don't give her time to get used to the sting as it moves, even as I move, from place to place. When I finish, her back and shoulders are spotted with little red dots. I smile easily at her in the mirror. And then my hand sinks onto her shoulder and pushes her down. The toy slides about half way into both holes.

"And now darlin girl, back to your thighs. I am going to use the back now. Only the tops of each thigh. Five each. I expect you to count them for me."
 
As she wraps her hand in my hair and pulls my head back to be sure I am looking in the mirror all thoughts leave me. I know I will need to focus on Luna and the sensations she is giving me so that I don't close my eyes. Hearing the consequences and knowing she will enforce them if I don't behave as she wishes makes my mind swim in delicious circles. This is what I need. This is where I find my center. Service through pain and challenge.

Luna begins swinging the brush down onto me and before I am even able to adjust to the feel of the bristles, the strength of the strike, there is another. They come so quickly. My eyes are fixed on myself in the mirror, tiny red dots rising over pale skin, blue beaded clamps trembling with each breath I take, watching Luna move out of the corner of my eye, but not taking my eyes away from myself fully.

I am shaking slightly from the exertion of the position, from the need to feel the toy deep inside of me, from the submission that is washing over me. The toy enters me easily as Luna presses me down with a small, firm hand on my shoulder. My whimper is long and I fight hard to not close my eyes to focus on the dual pressures filling me.

The sting in my thighs has subsided and I am eager to feel the new strike on that soft flesh. I take a long slow breath and count in a quiet, slightly quivering voice as each strike leaves marks on me. 1 ...... 2........ 3......
 
9.....10.....

I don't wait. The hand moves and pushes. Now Lily is completely filled. i glance down at the trailing shibari rope and decide to tie those ends off. My hands need to be free for this next little bit and I don't want her to do anything but rise and fall upon the toy. I leave just enough rope for her do that comfortably. The rest is anchored securely to the rings on either side of the bench.

"Are you full, sweetling? Are you in need, dear one? This next bit is easy."

I find the Hitachi wand that I had placed on the toy box lid and bring it to her attention. I switch it on and use my left hand to bare her clit to my sight.

"Just raise and lower yourself for me while I run this wand over your clit. That's easy, yes? You can do that, no problem. I want you to cum for me, sweet Lily. But I am only giving you five, maybe ten, minutes to do it in."

Voice drops to a husky murmur as I apply the buzzing wand to the little nubbin of flesh peeking out at me. I allow her inner lips to close over the end so that I can use my hand to twist, tug and pull on her sensitive nipples.

"Watch yourself, fuck yourself for me...and cum for me. You know you want to."
 
I can't tear my eyes away from the mirror. Luna moves around me so confidently, tying ropes and picking up a wans. That self-assuredness alone makes me drip, but bound as I am, both ass and cunt filled, her voice soft in my ear, I am near cumming already.

I blush as I hear her directions. Moving up and down on the toy, I feel it move in and out of me, both parts in sync as they fill me and move against my tightness. I don't know that I will be able to feel the wand on my clit for a minute before cumming. The sensations rocking through me are so varied and strong - soft wet lips wrapped around one portion of the toy, the other pressed into my very tight ass, the pinch on my nipples from the clamp, the vibration of those clamps as the beads swing, Luna's soft fingers parting my lips, exposing my quivering clit to the cool air of the room.

I watch intently in the mirror as Luna moves the wand against my clit. It is so hard to keep my eyes open and that struggle takes me even deeper, feeling how little control I have over what is happening to me. The ropes on my wrists restricts my movements even as I ride up and down on the toy. My body is pulsing as the need builds, eyelids drop. I move my eyes from my own reflection to look at Luna as the pleasure rolls through me. I keep my unfocused gaze on Luna as she presses the wand against me. Before I even realize it, my body is shaking as my cum and juices gush down over the toy, coating the bench beneath. I cry out and beg for Luna to continue, to let me have this strong orgasm that is wracking my body.
 
I grin. Gods, how I grin. She is so lost, her body covered in goose flesh, her skin marked, her breath rasping. My own inner thighs are slick and I know that when I finally decide to get off....it will be quick.

Her voice is hoarse. And she begs. Oh Gods, does she beg. I keep the wand there, pressing it firmly against her and watch as she loses all sense of self. It is beautiful. And I am gladdened that I have received such a gift from her Lady. When the convulsions ease, when the puddling slows, when her breath begins to even out, I take the toy away.


"Very good, sweet girl. Very good, pretty."

Stepping close, I lean in and brush a kiss over her mouth. Once...again. Soft, slow, thorough. That was my gift to her. Softness.

"You should be quite pleased with yourself."

A crooked grin.

Kneeling before her, I begin to untie the knots, slipping the soft rope through the rings and unwrapping her wrists. I check for abrasions, marks that will cause problems if they are left untreated. I see none. Hands stroke flesh before flicking out~ one, two~and removing the nipple clamps. Mouth touches each nipple with gentle care, suckling, licking, soothing. Finally, she is completely unencumbered. All that remains is for her to lift herself from the toy.

"When your legs can hold you, stand up. You are not finished. I have a need as well and you will provide for me."

With those words, I tug off the hat, the bandana, the tee and black bra, I lean forward, unzipping my boots and stepping gracefully out of them. Swift fingers move to my jeans~unfastening them and tugging them down to kick away. I wear no panties and the wetness that pooled in my pants can be clearly seen on my inner thighs. Using an alcohol wipe, I clean the wand and wait for her to move.
 
Praise ... I live for her praise. "Very good, sweet girl. Very good, pretty."

My heart soars to hear those words from her, glowing to please her. Knowing that in pleasing her I have also pleased my Mistress.

Her steady touch unties the ropes around my wrists and examines each. Seeing nothing she needs to attend to, she moves to release the clamps that are on my nipples. As they are removed, the strong flow of sensations back to my sensitive nipples temporarily blurs my vision again. I steady my breathing and lift myself from the toy, groaning and pausing as that point where it just leaves my body.

After such a gift, she is giving me even more. An opportunity to pleasure her.

I slip to my knees in front of her and lift my eyes to hers, always needing that silent approval before moving, I do the same with Mistress. My tongue darts out to lick my lips, seeing her arousal, feeling her heat even though I have not yet touched her. I crawl slowly forward and run my tongue up the inside of one thigh, skin so soft and warm. My glow intensifies as I taste her, tasting in her juices the pleasure I have provided her so far. My tongue slips between my lips to stroke through her slit, groaning softly.
 
I love being small. When you are small and yet retain control? That is an added kick of power. To watch her slip silently to her knees. To watch her crawl, pretty eyes filled with emotion? That is a kick of power, too. I don't allow others to do for me. But I give in for a few long minutes~enjoying the sensation of tongue tasting bare cunt flesh. My hand reaches out to grip hair and tug, but my hips press forward against questing soft pinkness, even as I attempt to pull away.

I get it together but it is so hard. Finally, I jerk her head away, my hand maintaing a tight grip on her lovely locks.


"One day, dearest Lily, I will give you THAT gift...but that day is not today. I made a promise earlier, you see?"

With a flick of a switch the wand clicks back into humming life. I tug her with me, turning us both toward the mirror, framing my darkness, her lightness.

"I will spread myself open for you, darlin' girl. You will kneel at my side and place that on my clit and hold it there. I will need to hold your hair, in case my legs get woozy. And when the orgasm hits...you will know that you are the first to actively contribute toward getting me off in my Den."

I hand her the wand and gaze at the mirror, a secret smile, turning my lips upward.

"You may begin...now."
 
The scene closes~a low murmuring chuckle heard just above the buzzing...A wolven one had kept her word and been pleased beyond measure.
 
Taking myself out, to shower, to dress in comfortable clothing, hoping that Lily is well...and rested. A wicked smile curves my lips and all thought ceases as I begin to move back from Domme space and back to Daddi mode...

The water is warm, needling. All is right.
 
I look up to Luna, eyes smiling as she allows me the honor of tasting her before she takes my hand to lead me toward the mirror.

My eyes shine as I hold the wand against her, letting the subtle shifts of her body control where the wand presses. Her hand in my hair keeps me close as she supports herself on me. I feel her body waver slightly, and purr softly to see her pleasure. The thrill and honor I feel in being in this position makes me smile happier than words can describe.

Thank you Luna. And thank you Mistress.
 
Wanders into my den, feeling lonely. Curls up on a cushion and closes my eyes. Maybe a nap will help.
 
Walks in slowly, seeing Ms Luna nap, she smiles, not having enough time to talk to her, and definitely not disturbing her from her nap, she watches a moment, before leaving a book and a bottle of vanilla sandalwood perfume, with a white rose, before walking into her room, shutting the door, letting Msz Luna know she is thinking about her.
 
With a creak, the door opens again and I awkwardly stumble in once again. My eyes drawn to the toys and tables, feeling the warmth left behind, biting my lip as I think of the delicious days they have seen.
 
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