Bound and helpless (currently open)

[LadyArwen]

Charlotte

24,curious about the whole idea of submission,brown hair/blue eyes/120 pounds.Sweet smile and a smart chatter but has a few minor self esteem issues


IC: Charlotte sat on the bed,more curious by the seconds.This was to be a one night try since she was only curious about the idea of submission.she pulled her hair from the French twist she had it in and waited,feeling aroused and scared at the same time

 

[mgetzhoff]

(OOC: Here's another taste of my mischievious side! Cyn, tell me if I'm being too, too cruel!)


Isabelle feels Cyn's thrusts growing more demanding, she knows that she has the power to control the moment of release.

(This is perhaps why Isabelle is not the best slave, she likes the power, too.)

Teasingly, she sucks at Cyn's rigid clitoris, her lips releasing just as Isabelle feels the start of Cyn's release. Then, as Cyn's moans begin to fade, Isabelle again torments that hopeful little knob. Tease . . . pause . . . tease . . . pause . . . tease . . . .

Isabelle wonders if Cyn will beg her for release, or if He will allow this moment of her power to last much longer. Her own body has begun its demand for release, her hips pulsing, her labia aching with need. The handle within her shifts with each movement of her hips.

 

[patrick1]

M

The music seems suddenly loud to him. 'Now,' he says, thrusting the whip-handle suddenly deeper into I's vagina. 'Now,' he says, slapping C's left buttock harder. 'Now,' he says, thrusting, slapping, twisting, slapping....

 

[Original_Cyn2]

Cyn

Isabelle’s teasing and her sudden shift in manner becomes the last straw. With adoration in her eyes and a snarl of feral need on her lips Is’s taunting mouth pulls the first broad waves of release flowing through her belly, those sweet, silky walls deep inside pulsing with erotic tension, clenching tight. The shudder travels upward, through the aching swollen mounds of her breasts, the hard nipples, flushing her skin with its heat and she wavers on the very very peak.

When Isabelle’s lips stop, slow and taunt, her whimper of disbelief rings through the large room. Tease, pause, tease, pause…

“God no! Please…please…please…let me come…pleeeassse?”

 

[patrick1]

M

...and though his caresses and slaps seem, shall we say, even-handed, nevertheless he feels the withholding of I, the tension in C, and as he kisses C's hip, and then I's ear, he murmurs, as if confidentially to I, but loud enough for C to hear...'Time to make her come, Isabelle...or it will be you who feels the whip later instead of her...'

...and he kisses, and licks, and slaps, and caresses...

 

[mgetzhoff]

"Pleeeeease!" The cry resonates through the room.

Isabelle smiles to herself in delight. The handle of the whip along with his finger has been sending her near the edge.

Then the threat from him. He wouldn't actually use the whip on her! He couldn't! He knows how she feels about that! Best not to push him. Perhaps, it is time to make up for her little trangression.

An idea forms.

Isabelle, feeling the timing of her own hips and the whip handle, begins to suckle again on Cyn's clitoris, loving the cries that emanate from above her. Isabelle is so near, Cyn is so near, if she can just time it exactly right, he may forgive her.

Just as Isabelle descends into the timeless moment that is orgasm, she pulls deeply on Cyn's pleasure point. Grabbing the soft legs tightly against her, she dimly hears Cyn's moans of climax, but she is lost inside her own. Descending deeply into her own body, completely one with the moment of pure sensation.

 

[Original_Cyn2]

Cyn

The hunger within is relentless, pulling, tugging, pushing for release, Isabelle’s taunting mouth sinking her into a rapport that is so deep she is unsure which reaction belongs to whom. The aching build, the pulsing waves of pleasure that have expanded from her belly, to her throbbing nipples and then beyond become suddenly a white light of response as Isabelle shudders at her feet.

She hears her own cries mingle with I’s, feels the deep internal clench of muscles, the aching tremors of release flooding her cunt and her mind with ecstasy, tears spilling from her eyes. The white hot flare of climax threatens her balance, her knees trembling and turning to putty, her hands clenching at M’s strong arm as it caresses her, her head thrown back in a primal snarl of emancipation, sweet release.

 

[Odon]

Note: I hope that mgetzhoff, Originial_Cyn2 and patrick1 will allow parallel activity in this thread. I am not trying to jack it, but Charlotte seemed so alone.



Walter

As Walter slipped quietly across the threshold and closed the door behind him, he was surprised by the silence. When he had been walking down the hallway, he had heard the moans and cries of pleasure from some of the other rooms. Now he couldn't hear anything except his own heart beating.

Of course, Walter was still a little confused. He couldn't understand why anyone would have sent a middle-aged virgin like him an invitation that had read:

You are welcome to a night of submission, control, teasing, restraint, pleasure and release.
Friday, 8 PM, 107 Barnstable.

At first, he had thought it was a prank by some of his co-workers, but eventually his curiousity had overcome his fear. And besides, all his fetishes were right there on the card, so how could he resist. All seemed normal when he had arrived. The man at the front door of this house had greeted him by name and directed him to this, the fourth room on the right.

Then he saw her on the bed. She was beautiful. Walter couldn't tell if she was a top or a bottom, but he secretly hoped that she would want to control him and tease him until he begged. He wasn't sure if he wanted to lose his virginity tonight and he realized he might not be in a position to make that choice later, be he was willing to take that risk.

And if she wanted him to be the dominant one, he had enough of a controlling nature and would be willing to play that role. Having never been with a woman before, he would take his time discovering the female anatomy in full. It could be a unique learning opportunity.

Now Walter took his first step towards the bed and she . . .