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 Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2007 2:37 am
((teehee)) Alexis entered her father's house using the wonderful key he had given her at some point. She just never bothered to use it until Andras had whispered sweet fantasies in her ear, making her smile and her desire and hunger grow.
She had decided to wear a low cut shirt in silver paired up with a pair of black pants that curved her form. Different from her average corset and leather pant attire. She even traded her typical boots for a pair of heels that had a small spike.
She pushed her hair back as she entered and took the heels off, carrying them in her hands. She smiled rather sweetly and innocently at Andras, seeing as he'd waited for her.
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2007 2:41 am
As she entered, he dropped to his knees before her. Whilst he had implanted ideas, he had not put importance of roles on either of them, therefore, taking on the role he always played.
He held his position, and would do so until she made her decision which she wanted to play.
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2007 2:44 am
She smiled and cupped his face tenderly before dropping to her own knees and planting a kiss on his mouth. Whilst she usually played dominant, there was one idea he had implanted she wanted to try. She even whispered it in his ear when she broke the kiss.
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2007 7:54 am
He smiled at what she whispered, half having expected as much. Rising up, he placed a hand on her shoulder, indicating she should stay where she was and locked the door behind her before moving gracefully towards one of the shelfs, only to return to her side a short while later, kneeling behind her.
"just say the word and I"ll stop, Mistress"
He assured her as he started to fasten a soft collar around her neck. Once done, he moved around to face her, smiling reassuredly at her, before taking one of her hands and fastening a soft leather cuff around it, only to repeat the same on the other hand.
With a soft, but firm gentleness, he pushed her from her knees into a sitting possition, applying similar cuffs to her ankles, making sure to give her time to adjust after each cuff.
Once he was certain she was ok, he fastened her two wrists together, and once he had gotten up, indicated for her to get up by pulling at the joint wrists.
He then led her across the room. It may not have looked like he was her master, given the outfit he wore, but then, he suspected she was new to this side of adult fantasy and him not changing meant she saw something familar.
Soon, they stopped at a display table and simply by pushing her wrists downwards, he indicated she should kneel infront of it.
Now, with her face at the same level as the table, she'd have a close-up view of the items on it. He picked up various items to study before replacing them until he picked up a whip and smiled, almost cruely, at Alexis, then, slightly turning away from her, cracked it.
He may not have be an expert at this style of fantasy, but he had been taught the basics and knew that being put in a vulnerable position only to hear the crack of a whip would get your heartbeat racing.
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2007 11:29 pm
It did more then just make her speed up. The sound of the whip cracking sent her backwards, with a very startled expression on her face. Her hands braced against the ground, the chain only allowing so much of it before she'd correct herself.
Her heartbeat sped up in excitement as she watched him from hooded eyes to see what he would do next.
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2007 6:38 am
Without letting go of the whip, he turned to her, lifting her chin up with his free hand.
"it will leave marks"
He pointed out, his voice sounding cold and lacking the concern it would normally carry, only deep within his eyes would she be able to read concern.
Still holding her face in his hand, he brought his other hand around, bringing the rope part of the whip between them and slowly moving it upwards along her body, making sure it touched the sensitive areas of her breasts before the rope fell over her shoulder, ending up at the small of her back.
He gave her a moment to respond then, not wanting to carry this further than she was comfortable with.
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2007 3:47 pm
Marks? Did she really want something that might be perminant? Sure. Why not?
She gave a brief nod and swallowed, feeling the whip along her back. She didn't bother to hide the tension in her form.
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2007 5:31 pm
He then bent downward to where she was and passionately kissed her, still holding her chin in his hand as he did so, hoping to make her forget about the weapon in his hand.
At the exact moment he judged that she had relaxed into his kiss, he let the whip strike her back. Not enough to break the skin but enough to leave a red mark nonetheless, never stopping the kiss or letting go of her chin.
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2007 5:45 pm
She bit his tongue in reaction to the whip being across her back, the mark stinging as a result. Her back had arched from the strike.
Her senses dulled a little from the passionate kiss he gave her.
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2007 9:53 pm
His eyes watered as she bit his toung. He had half expected it to happen, but hadn't been entirly sure of how she'd react. The moment passed and he broke the kiss, standing upright again before looking at her, to see how she really dealt with it.
"it can get more painful"
His voice was low as he spoke, unable to keep his concern out of it. His priority was to please her but preferably without damaging her or causing unecessary pain and as neither knew what her pain thresh hold was, he chose to err on the side of causion
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2007 10:19 pm
"How painful?"
She asked in a soft voice, barely moving as she adjusted and gave another feel of the cuffs, her back no longer stinging.
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2007 11:45 pm
Anyone who participated in this perversion would realise that the dragon prefered to keep pain and pleasure as far apart as possible as he spoke again, rather than act.
"that was only the smallest of tastes of what it can get like"
He explained, looking at the room rather than her. He knew without doubt that her father was familiar with every item in the room and in some small way found it comforting that she had no idea about this lifestyle.
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2007 2:09 am
She let her eyes drift the room, for once taking note of everything her father must have used at some point in his life. Everything imaginable was there, from chains, to ropes, bonds, whips.. Everything.
Her expression shifted from a curiousty to a slightly dreamy look, wondering about everything, especially her eyes as she looked.
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2007 2:45 am
He took note of the dreamy look in her eyes. There really was only one way to find out if she would enjoy being dominated or not. Carefully, he placed the whip back to the place he had picked it up from, resigning himself to the fact that his Mistress wanted to taste pain.
With a dragon's strength he dragged her upwards by her arms until she was in an almost standing position, then pushed her backwards, half throwing her at the nearest wall.
One arm over her throat to keep her in place, he fastened the chain that was hanging from the wall to her wrist before disconecting the other wrist and moving it over to the other side into a similar position, leaving her standing against the wall, arms spread out and slightly raised.
It was then that he simply walked away from her, back towards the table where he seemed to be looking for something, ignoring her completly.
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2007 2:54 am
She rolled her eyes to the chain that now held her arms above her head, a hint of curiousty in her expression before she turned a hungery look to his backside. The siren's song of the succubus had awakened and was demanding to feed.
She'd watched him walk towards the table, a thought for the next toy as she nibbled her lower lip. She gave a small tug on the chains, testing them. They jingled as a small smile crossed her lips.
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