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Misplaced Image 120, sorry
Image 121
by Suki
She was nervous as she stood in front of him, this new Master of hers.
Should she stand there awaiting his order, or did he expect her to be in
some
position? He stood there staring, measuring her. His look making her
less
and less secure. She shifted her weight from foot to foot.
What did he want from her? What were his wishes? Questions
swirled around her head as she stood waiting... Feeling as if she was
already
failing a test. An impossible test. A test of mind reading.
Image 122
by Suki
He had ordered her to lay face down on the couch and shut her eyes.
Passively, she complied, feeling the soft material of the couch brush
against her naked skin. She lifted her ankles slightly, afraid that the
one
thing she was wearing, 5" spiked heels might tear the couch.
Keeping her eyes closed she heard and sensed him move away from
her, and then come back. She almost dared to open her eyes. Almost....
but
not enough to risk punishment.
His hands closed over her wrists, drawing them together behind her
back. Quickly and expertly he tied them together, tight enough to
secure but
not cut off the circulation. Realizing his full intentions she started
to move
away from him, trying to bury the toes of her heels into the furthest
corner
of the couch while twisting the rest of her body away.
He stopped that quickly, by grabbing her ankles and drawing them up
so that her body folded back on its' self. He tied the ankles together,
and
then fastened them to the restraints on her wrists, drawing the cord
around
her body so that the spike of her heels rested against her bottom. She
wiggled, testing the bonds, and found that the most she could manage was
to
roll to her side.
"Oh, by the way" he said casually, "you can open your eyes now."
Opening her eyes she turned her head to look at him, trying to hide the
glare
she felt from being tied in "such an undignified position." He smiled,
and
produced a pair of clover clamps from the floor.
She pressed her lips together, determined not to make a sound. He
fastened the clips, and then too her horror, rolled her back on to her
stomach
and secured one more rope so that she could not roll back on to her
side.
She arched backward, trying to take the weight of her body off of the
clamps. A squeak of pain escaped her throat.
Moving away from her, he settled comfortably into a chair where he
could see her every move. She realized he planned to stay there, where
he
could watch and study her face and body. She could not hide her face in
the
couch without putting weight on the ever increasingly painful clamps.
Yet,
she could not keep her back arched forever. Sooner or later her
strength
would give out. And with each wiggle the clamps felt tighter. She
moaned
quietly from the pain, still trying to hold her dignity. And he sat
back and
watched. Watched her body. Watched her face. Watched the control
slowly
slip from her grasp.
Image 123
by Suki
"Turn." He ordered, leaning back on the couch to watch her.
She started turning, trying to make as little noise with the chains
that ran between her wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs. They were chained
together, so it was difficult.
"Slower!" He said sharply. She tried to turn more slowly, attempting
to be graceful at the same time. With each foot step she had to
coordinate
her wrists so that the chain slid back and forth. She could hear the
links
rubbing together with every move. She continued turning, knowing better
than to stop without an order.
"Head down!" She quickly lowered her head, gazing at her own body as
she continued turning. The silver chain formed and X keeping her
wrists
held just below her stomach. The wrist and ankle cuffs were black
leather,
contrasting nicely with the bright chain. Her only clothing was a black
garter, with black nylons and heels. A leather collar with a back
buckle
adorned her neck, and a silver chain leash had been wrapped loosely
around
it so it hung over her breasts.
As she turned he talked to the other man on the couch, talking about
her as if she was not there. The two of them commenting on the
ornamentation, a Barbie on a stand. And with a black gag tied behind
her
head, that is what she felt like. A Barbie, existing only for their
viewing
pleasure. Exposed. She continued the slow circle.
Image 124
by Suki
"Crawl to me" the order came from somewhere directly in front of
her. Not even a collar surrounded her neck as she was bound by nothing
but
force of will. Her eyes were shut -- she had been earlier ordered, and
a
whip handle had been placed in her mouth.
Gracefully she pulled herself up from the last position her Mistress
had ordered her in. Ankles together, knees spread apart, her bottom
resting
on her feet and hands behind her back. Keeping the handle of the whip
carefully in her teeth and her head down she crawled slowly toward the
voice. She could feel her breast swaying freely as she slid across the
carpeted room, knowing that the whip, her black g-string and red finger
nails were the only contrasting colors with the beige carpet. She tried
to
imagine what she looked like, hair falling over her face; moving her
body as
sensually as possible. She hoped her Mistress would be pleased.
Image 125
by Suki
She stared at his features, running her hands lightly over his face.
He
returned her gaze with a loving intensity that almost had her in tears.
As her
fingers brushed his lips he kissed them gently. It was a quiet moment,
one to
be savored... one that she wished could go on forever.
Image 126
by Suki
She sat curled up in a ball, knees to her chest and hand clasped
tightly
around them. Emotional iciness ran through her causing her to shiver
despite
the temperature of the room.
Tears ran unchecked down her cheeks as she stared straight ahead of
her,
seeing nothing. Trying to make herself into a smaller ball and wished
she would
disappear from the pain. The tears dropped onto her shirt and she did
not even
bother to wipe them away. She just pulled further into herself.
Image 127
by Suki
She held him, feeling love and safety flowing within her. The serenity
of the area adding to the feeling of tranquility inside of her. His
eyes were
closed and his face was buried in her chest, but she knew he was not
asleep.
She opened channel in her mind to his, trying to connect with his
feelings,
sending her love over the connection.
He felt comfortable, in "feeling" space, and she relaxed with him
leaving herself as open. She was glad, because it meant that he too
felt safe.
Suddenly a new feeling, his breathing deepened for a moment. She felt
pain, knowing it was his mental anguish she was feeling. She tightened
her arms
around him slightly. Inside she had felt him cry.
Tentatively she asked him what hurt. He blinked for a moment from the
semi-trance state he was in and answered that he did not remember. She
merely
nodded, channeling her energy to weaving the cocoon of safety and love
around
both of them.
Image 128
by Suki
It was 5:00pm, and as usual the metro was crammed with
commuters, all hurrying home. The car was hot, and the unpleasant smell
of sweat, perfume, and train all mixed to make it almost stifling.
She stood near the middle, clinging to the metal pole for support,
trying to shut out the surrounding people, breathing through her mouth
to
avoid the stench.
Suddenly she felt a hand by her leg, brushing it lightly. She wanted
to write it off to crowding and accident until the hand started to creep
up
her skirt. Angered, she froze for a moment, and the hand slid a little
further. The train stopped, and under the guise of gaining balance she
stomped down hard on the flat of the person's foot, grinding the spike
of
her heal into his shoe. The yelp of pain she heard gave her pleasure,
and
eyes blazing, she whirled around to confront the person.
They were gone.
'Oh well', she thought, grinning in satisfaction, one less non-
consensual incidence in the world.
Image 129
by Suki
Reaching around, she embraced the smaller woman in front of her,
nuzzling her neck under the soft fuzz of her hair line. She bit at the
neck,
lightly, then harder. Taking her pleasure from the moans she was
causing.
Gently, she turned the woman around, hugging her close and twisting
her nipples through the sweater. She felt the woman melt into her.
Felt the
love flowing between them. She glanced over the woman's shoulder and
saw
him watching. Staring. The buildings were empty of students, only the
janitor and they were on the grounds. She met his eyes defiantly then
turned her attention back to her girlfriend, biting, sucking, and
nibbling on
her neck and shoulders. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw him walk
back
inside the building, occasionally trying to see what they were doing
without
being obvious. But she knew.
She could feel her power. The power of having her girlfriend, this
beautiful woman, melting into her. Power from the envy she could feel
from
the janitor. Power of being free to do what she wanted wherever she
wanted. Sheer energy from that power.
Image 130
by Suki
She focused on the pain, breathing into each blow on her bottom. Heat
radiated directly down to her clit, and she could feel herself getting
wetter
with each stroke. She twisted her body slightly, trying to aim the
paddle
where she wished it, moving with the Top. Her eyes closed tightly
beneath
the blindfold increasing the sensations and sounds.
Suddenly it felt as if she were flying out of her body. The wiggling
stopped, signaling the Top that she was on an endorphin rush. The
paddle
landed harder, more insistently. And suddenly she was back, moving
forward to lessen the force of the blows. The paddle lightened as the
pain
came back in force. Then it was gone again, as she flew on another
rush....
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Suki
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Bi, switch, tease, but mostly uppity bottom.
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