Veroe
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IC: Michael Brennan
So he sat there waiting for the next moment to come, waiting for her to bring it to him...his mistress.
Time seemed to crawl as Mike gloried in Nina's touch. Her fingers traced over his shoulder and chest. Then she began pulling away and Mike leaned forward as far his bonds would allow to maintain the contact they shared, a needy sound escaping his lips, before inevitably that contact between them was broken.
The blindfold was sheer enough that he could make out the silhouette of Nina sliding off her perch on the table and walking around behind him. He heard her rifling around the items inside the cabinet doors in the hotel room. She was looking for something to use on him. What would she find? He desperately tried to remember the things in those drawers. His imagination was running wild. So many could be put to such wicked use in the hands of an inventive domme.
He jumped when he felt her press up against his thigh. Then she leaned forward over him placing a paring knife with a soft thud onto the table's surface. He didn't know exactly what it was. He couldn't make it out for certain through the blindfold but it looked like something in the shape of a knife.
His eyes widened at the very thought of it. Going straight to edgeplay with knives was a bit of a strain of their bond of trust after just meeting eachother again. She had to be using it to play some fucked up mindgame. There was plenty of fun to be had in that...at least that was what Mike hoped Nina was going for.
"Should I start to get worried, Nina," He asked in an effort to glean more info to decide if he should begin worrying.
She didn't answer of course. Nina saw through his ploy and gave him nothing, in fact he tracked her footsteps as she walked behind him again. keeping contact as she did and bent down sliding fingers through his hair. "Oh, all the things I would love to do to you."
He hissed when the fingers slipping through his hair tightened pulling his head by the roots back as she continued in a whisper, "Some..." He felt her lips on his earlobe. "...May have to wait until another time..."
Mike jumped again when he felt her teeth close around his earlobe and pull in a way that engaged that aroused fear/excitement when in a scene. He panted in a potent mix of both as she continued, "...But it will be worth the wait."
She kissed and nipped her way down the side of his neck making him moan. When she reached the bottom her teeth closed around his collarbone, giving him a bite that marked him. When he woke in the morning he'd see this and he'd remember her....he hoped the bruise would never heal.
When she had pulled his hair she had tugged the blindfold up and giving him a narrow gap in which he could see clearly through. And his eyes zeroed in on the object she had placed on the table. It was indeed a knife. Through the gap he could see through Mike saw that she reached for it and his breath caught when she did. His thoughts came on in a furious rush. What was her intentions here? He couldn't tell. Nina gave him nothing to go on one way or another.
She returned to perching onto the edge of the table knife in hand.
Mike swallowed tentatively, "Nina....?"
She leaned in and traced fingers over the obvious tent being pitched by his erection in his boxers. She didn't actually touch it. She managed somehow to avoid it while totally stroking her fingertips over it.
She brought up the knife asking him, "Shall we free this from its cage?"
"That depends on what you mean..." He put in trying to keep his tone light and humorous, "What exactly do you mean, mistress?"
He felt her slip the edge of the knife underneath his boxers and began cutting.
"Oh," He said as he got her meaning, "I guess that explains it, huh?"
She cut open the part over his thigh and then turned up to cut all the way up. His eyebrows raised up underneath , "Uhhh, Nina...?"
"I hope you packed well," She said with a playful smile as the knife began to make its way up up up.
"Uh, I hope so too," He said nervously tensing and hoping his throbbing cock or balls wouldn't shift suddenly and getting in the way of the blade slicing open his underwear right now.
Then she did the other side.
"Now I'm glad I didn't bother to wear my sexy batman in his underwear boxers," He told her as she peeled the scraps of cloth his boxers off.
He minded the knife cautiously saying, "So what's next, Nina?"
So he sat there waiting for the next moment to come, waiting for her to bring it to him...his mistress.
Time seemed to crawl as Mike gloried in Nina's touch. Her fingers traced over his shoulder and chest. Then she began pulling away and Mike leaned forward as far his bonds would allow to maintain the contact they shared, a needy sound escaping his lips, before inevitably that contact between them was broken.
The blindfold was sheer enough that he could make out the silhouette of Nina sliding off her perch on the table and walking around behind him. He heard her rifling around the items inside the cabinet doors in the hotel room. She was looking for something to use on him. What would she find? He desperately tried to remember the things in those drawers. His imagination was running wild. So many could be put to such wicked use in the hands of an inventive domme.
He jumped when he felt her press up against his thigh. Then she leaned forward over him placing a paring knife with a soft thud onto the table's surface. He didn't know exactly what it was. He couldn't make it out for certain through the blindfold but it looked like something in the shape of a knife.
His eyes widened at the very thought of it. Going straight to edgeplay with knives was a bit of a strain of their bond of trust after just meeting eachother again. She had to be using it to play some fucked up mindgame. There was plenty of fun to be had in that...at least that was what Mike hoped Nina was going for.
"Should I start to get worried, Nina," He asked in an effort to glean more info to decide if he should begin worrying.
She didn't answer of course. Nina saw through his ploy and gave him nothing, in fact he tracked her footsteps as she walked behind him again. keeping contact as she did and bent down sliding fingers through his hair. "Oh, all the things I would love to do to you."
He hissed when the fingers slipping through his hair tightened pulling his head by the roots back as she continued in a whisper, "Some..." He felt her lips on his earlobe. "...May have to wait until another time..."
Mike jumped again when he felt her teeth close around his earlobe and pull in a way that engaged that aroused fear/excitement when in a scene. He panted in a potent mix of both as she continued, "...But it will be worth the wait."
She kissed and nipped her way down the side of his neck making him moan. When she reached the bottom her teeth closed around his collarbone, giving him a bite that marked him. When he woke in the morning he'd see this and he'd remember her....he hoped the bruise would never heal.
When she had pulled his hair she had tugged the blindfold up and giving him a narrow gap in which he could see clearly through. And his eyes zeroed in on the object she had placed on the table. It was indeed a knife. Through the gap he could see through Mike saw that she reached for it and his breath caught when she did. His thoughts came on in a furious rush. What was her intentions here? He couldn't tell. Nina gave him nothing to go on one way or another.
She returned to perching onto the edge of the table knife in hand.
Mike swallowed tentatively, "Nina....?"
She leaned in and traced fingers over the obvious tent being pitched by his erection in his boxers. She didn't actually touch it. She managed somehow to avoid it while totally stroking her fingertips over it.
She brought up the knife asking him, "Shall we free this from its cage?"
"That depends on what you mean..." He put in trying to keep his tone light and humorous, "What exactly do you mean, mistress?"
He felt her slip the edge of the knife underneath his boxers and began cutting.
"Oh," He said as he got her meaning, "I guess that explains it, huh?"
She cut open the part over his thigh and then turned up to cut all the way up. His eyebrows raised up underneath , "Uhhh, Nina...?"
"I hope you packed well," She said with a playful smile as the knife began to make its way up up up.
"Uh, I hope so too," He said nervously tensing and hoping his throbbing cock or balls wouldn't shift suddenly and getting in the way of the blade slicing open his underwear right now.
Then she did the other side.
"Now I'm glad I didn't bother to wear my sexy batman in his underwear boxers," He told her as she peeled the scraps of cloth his boxers off.
He minded the knife cautiously saying, "So what's next, Nina?"
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