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by Suki
Nervously, she glances around the coffee shop. Not seeing
him she sighed, and buried her nose back into her book. She
becomes engrossed with
the novel, and doesn't notice him slip in the door.
It only takes him a second to spot her. After all of their communications
he knows what her spirit should look like. Plus she told him she
would be wearing black. She is dressed conservatively but there is
an aura of sexuality surrounding her. He knows.
Image 12
by Suki
He was tied to the four corners of the bed with wide brown strips
of strong leather. Satisfied with her handiwork, she stood up, and
flashed him a "cat ate the canary" grin. He studied her, his
eyes clearly full of lust. Then she lowered the lights and moved
toward the bed.
Teasingly she ran her hands over his chest, enjoying the feel of his
muscles tensing in anticipation. She reached lower, tracing her nails
over his thighs. Shuddering, he breathed out a loud sigh....
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by Suki
In fury, she storms in the house and throws down her coat.
It's been a rotten, miserable day. Everything went wrong today, it
seems. Her machine
crashed 3 times and her boss was breathing down her neck. To
top it off, her lunch date with a good friend was broken due to some work
emergency. Stomping into her room she slams the door, taking pleasure
in hearing it crash with the door frame.
A bath, she muses, that's what I need to make me feel better. She walks into the bathroom and turns on the water, making sure that it is extremely hot, before returning to the bedroom. Carelessly, she flings off her cloths, dropping them on the floor around her. Then she returns to the bathroom and slides into the hot water. Swirling around her, the water caresses, relaxing her muscles and mind. She floats off, into a dream state, only half conscious of the world around her. The cooling water brings her back to reality and she slowly draws herself out of the bath. She shivers in the cold air, and quickly towels dry. Then, rehanging the towel, she walks back into the bedroom nude.
"Freeze!" comes the sharp command from the bedroom door. Instinctively she stops, and then turns toward the door. He is standing there, a menacing grin on his face. He gestures toward the clothing.
"Messy, messy my dear, that's going to cost you. And you call
that not moving? Another point."
She looks at him for a moment and then smiles.
"Well, in that case, I'll just have to pay it later, won't I?" She turns
toward the mirror to comb her hair.
With one quick step he is behind her; he pins her hands behind
her head. She gasps, surprised by his quick movement, and instantly
starts to struggle.
"I was thinking more of paying it now," he growls. "Down!"
She squeals, as he tightens his grasp on her wrists and forces
her down on her knees. She knows what he wants, but she looks at
him questioningly.
"With your teeth of course, my dear."
She struggles with the buttons, but finally manages to undo them.
The underwear are harder. He helps her, cautioning that it is the
last
help she is going to get. He is not completely hard, making it
easier for her to deep throat him. Enjoying the feeling, she wraps
her lips around his shaft. Her tongue swirls around his hardness,
reaching almost into his pubic hair. With a soft grunt
of appreciation he drops her hands and grabs her hair, twisting his fingers
in it to guide her head. Her fingers slide down to help her mouth, one
curling around his balls, the other gripping his shaft to slide with her
mouth. She begins to moan softly. The vibrations of her moans
and the movement of her hands and mouth get to him, and he cums, spurting
deeply into her throat. She swallows, surpressing the gag reaction,
and continues to stroke him until he pulls away.
"Very good my dear," he whispers, "for that maybe I will forget about some of those points. Then again, maybe I won't."
Reaching up, he pulls two colored leather cords off of the epaulettes
on his shoulder. Cords he has brought specifically for
this purpose. One is blue, the other-black. He grabs her
arms, then resecures them over her head to a ring in the wall.
Then teasingly, he draws the black cord under and around her. The
cord is pulled up further so it is taut against her lips and bottom.
She moans, and rubs against it.
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by Suki
His tongue trailed slow, languid paths down her body, teasing
her nipples erect, then moving down to her thighs. He deliberately
avoided
the cleft between her thighs, despite her attempts to wiggle closer
to
him. She could not wiggle far, do to the shackles forcing her
wrists to
the edge of the door frame, and the spreader bar between her legs.
Smiling,
he licked the edge of the nipple clips, and applied them to her body.
Her eyes followed his every movement, and her body leaned toward
him in lust.....
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by Suki
She leans over in the car, and playfully nips at his ear, enjoying
the quiet moan as he expels his breath. She stretches further,
sticking
her tongue out like a small snake, darting it into his ear. The
tongue moves
down, touching the back and sides of his neck just below the hairline.
He
moans louder now, finding it difficult to concentrate on his driving.
He almost causes an accident as her hand snakes into his lap to squeeze
his erection. Deftly she unzips his pants and slides her hand
under his
BVD's. She squeezes gently, loving the texture of his skin, gently
fondling his balls.
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by Suki
The test.
She handed him the bottles carefully, giving him a stern look
and warning him not to drop them. He looked them over.
They were
perfume bottles, each containing a slightly different scent.
He
looked back at her questioningly.
"This is a test," she said "to see how attuned you are to my body.
An hour ago I sprayed a little bit of each perfume on five different
parts of my body. You have to tell me where they are, and which
one
is which. And you will be blindfolded."
"For each wrong answer" she continued "you will be punished. For
each
correct answer you will be rewarded. Understand?"
"Yes mistress."
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by Suki
The test.
She stretched out before him, laying comfortable on the
bed. She was naked and looked as if she had just come out of
the
bath. He stood above her, grinning wickedly, holding a sack of
something.
"What do you have there?" she asked. "You look like a cat that
just ate a canary."
"I have a new game." he replied. And with that, he opened the
sack.
Out spilled several hands full of lima beans. She looked puzzled.
"The object of this game" he explained, "is to lie still. I will
place these beans on you, and around you. You will not disturb
them.
For each bean that moves or falls you will be punished. Understand?"
She giggled, and then stretched out with her arms above her
head.
"Good" he grinned "oh yeah, did I mention this?" And pulled out
a long
white feather.
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by Suki
She hadn't noticed him as she left her desk to go to the
bathroom. He had seen her get up, and followed her. The
bathrooms
were singles, fully closed rooms of their own, with locking doors.
To get to them you had to go through another door that closed.
She opened the first door and continued, opening the second
door. A quiet "oh!" escaped her lips as he closed the outer door
and
pushed her into the bathroom. The bathroom was big, large enough
for
several people, comfortable. Locking the door he pushed her against
a wall, covering her protests with his mouth on hers. She struggled
for
a moment and then moaned, pushing her body against his. Roughly,
he
pulled her pants down (thank goodness for elastic) and turned her
around. She bent slightly, pushing back against him, hands up
pressed
against the wall. He entered her, straining against her, bringing
both of them to a quick release.
They managed to escape the bathroom un-noticed, but the next
person in probably had a lot of questions on their mind.