Chgris' Chamber of Dark Delight (closed, save to invitees)

During the relocation of the China Pearl Inn, a section of the catacomb walls collapsed, revealing a stone archway lit by two torches bracketing a heavy door carved from a massive piece of ebony. The engraving on the door was simple, a warning plain for all to see:

Abandon hope, ye who enter within
for to play with the Darkness is to invite it into thy soul
Once tasted, you shall forever more yearn for its Delights.​

Those possessing the means to pass the door are greeted by the sight of a large chamber, carved from the living rock itself. Braziers light the room, their flames reflected from the mirrored ceiling. The floor is strewn about with rugs and furs, and polished smooth where it is bare.

Turning to the right, the wall is covered with all manner of restraining devices, cuffs from soft leather to gold, lengths of silk and satin, soft rope, and cold iron chains. Beside the chains are numerous hooks, from which hang a wide assortment of crops, floggers, whips and canes. The contents of the dark wooden armoire next to the whips can only be guessed at.

As the gaze travels left, a darkened alcove is unlit, the shadows revealing nothing of what may lie within. Directly opposite the door, a soft padded table sits next to a wooden frame and a padded bench. Each piece of furniture has attachment points set strategically around the perimeter.

Another darkened alcove is in the next corner, leading the eyes to the left hand wall, dominated by a huge carved wooden four poster bed. The wood appears to be the same ebony the door is carved from, and the sheets white silk and black satin.

Chgris' eyes snapped open as he felt someone use the pass-phrase to his Chamber in the catacombs below the China Pearl. He had only issued one invitation since making the arrangements with CG, and finishing the room. And he honestly hadn't expected his invitee to accept. Certainly not after the dire threats he had issued following the time he had been tricked and allowed her to bind him.

His fangs itched at the memory of the only woman he had ever referred to as 'Mistress', and her teasing laugh as she vanished that night. His rage had known no bounds, and it had taken a long night of chasing and feral mating with Ladythunder before it had cooled to the point he was able to forgive VT, and appreciate her consummate skill.

"And now," he thought to himself as the ebony door opened to his touch. "It appears I have her." The door closed silently behind him as he stepped into the Chamber, the magics wound into it sealing the Chamber from the outside world, locking in any within it. He stood a moment at the doorstep, breathing the scent of the ocean, and another, slightly colder scent he had only caught once before. Smiling, fangs glinting his head turned unerringly toward the bed, eyes opening to see his present wrapped so prettily in red ribbon.

Looking up to the mirrored ceiling, he admired the reflection of the artistry used to bind VT's arms. The ribbons restrained and enticed, hiding her charms while begging the viewer to unwrap and explore.

But he remembered the tricks VT had used before, the vanishing in mist, and had a perfect solution for that. From the depths of the armoire he removed a wooden box, dark and heavy teak, bound with cold iron. Walking to the bed, he set it down and opened it, revealing the contents, four golden cuffs and a matching collar, all carved with runes and glyphs that seemed to glow red in the light of the braziers. He secured a cuff to each limb alternating right then left, arm then leg, before closing the collar about VT's lovely throat with a click that echoed from the polished stone walls.

Placing his lips on hers, he kissed her, a soft, gentle kiss of awakening, the very tip of his tongue barely felt as it teased her mouth. "Wake up, VT my dear one. Wake and see where you are."

Her head pounded as consciousness slowly returned to her. The familiar smell... musk, amber, sandalwood filled her senses... who was it? It was so familiar, she'd know who given a bit more time... Cool lips touched hers, drawing her further away from the darkness that had cradled her as eyes fluttered open to see... him.

Her eyes widened with shock as she tried to move backwards and away, only to find her body restrained and displayed so salaciously. She remembered the threats and with him so close, she had to get away! She closed her eyes, brows furrowing to focus on the form of mist to vanish from her bondage only to find them made null. Her eyes flew open in panic now that she'd no way to get away and suddenly at his vengeful mercy.

The unfamiliar room only added to the rush of fear lacing her mind as she stammered, "Why... why am I here? Who did this??" The questions poured forth and stopped as the answer came easily - Sephyria. "Sephyria... wasn't it?!"

The soft chilling whisper filled the room as Sephyria answered, "Oh certainly... call it pay back for never letting me have my fill... Chgris, do enjoy your present!"

She swallowed hard as her eyes spun around the room searching for the mirror that held her other half, finally giving up she turned back to Chgris, "You... you'll let me go right? You're not going to be taking her seriously right?" Her words rushed as they rose another frantic pitch

Watching VT struggle in her bonds, Chgris couldn't resist adding to her fear. The scent of her was delicious, the ocean breeze now tinged with the heady scent of her fear, a touch of her perspiration, and perhaps, just perhaps, a slight hint of something more, something brought about by the restraints, and the knowledge she was at his mercy. that he could do with her whatever he wished.

He stepped back a pace, still blocking her from viewing the rest of the chamber, and slowly, languorously stripped off his tunic, tossing it to the side of the chamber. The smooth, pale skin of his torso was revealed to her again, just as it had been when she had cut his clothing away, though this time their roles were reversed. Smiling wickedly at her, he toed off his soft boots, kicking them aside to join the tunic.

"You've seen this all before, dear VT," he whispered, voice dark and smoky, laden with a threat and promise of things to come. "So I have no need to be modest." He unlaced and removed his pants, standing before her naked, this time unbound. His appreciation for her bound form was evident in his rising member. He moved toward her, his movements sinuous, predatory, and focused completely on her.

Moving with a slow, languid grace, he sat to her right on the bed, allowing her to see for the first time the rest of the chamber. His left hand traced up her back, toying with the ribbon binding her arms, before removing the ties holding her hair in a ponytail. Twining his fingers tight, he directed her gaze around the room from left to right, the darkened alcoves, the play area with its frame, bench and table, and finally the wall of toys. Pulling her hair hard, he forced her head back to look at the ceiling as he lunged for her throat, mouth closing over the rich blood filled flesh, sucking hard, fangs dimpling her skin.

He raised his mouth from her throat, leaving the skin unbroken, her blood as yet untasted. "Oh no, my dear VT, my perfect tease," he whispered, tongue tracing the artery beneath her skin, following it up the graceful, pale column of her throat to play at her ear. "Not so fast, not so easy, for you."

He sucked her earlobe into his mouth teeth closing on it, biting down just enough to bring a soft sound from her before releasing and licking gently. "Sephyria was good enough to deliver you into my Chamber, the 'virgin sacrifice' as it were, to break in my new dwelling. And I have every intention of 'breaking in' everything here, including you."

He began to toy with the bow on her chest, then thought of something else. Pulling back on her hair again so she was forced to see herself, he raised his right hand, talons manifesting to tap the golden collar around her neck. "Oh, don't bother trying to shift and run, dear one. While this collar and the cuffs are on you, you are locked in this form." He turned her head to the door. "And that door only opens to my touch or the pass-phrase. And it seems Sephyria intercepted the invitation with that on it."

He released skin... without breaking it. She almost breathed her relief when his tongue began it's languid trail up the pulsing point of her neck. Once more teeth grazed skin, drawing a soft whimper as he laid out his plans.

"Sephyria was good enough to deliver you into my Chamber, the 'virgin sacrifice' as it were, to break in my new dwelling. And I have every intention of 'breaking in' everything here, including you."

She strained against the grip of his hand on her hair as she tried to shake her head. Her arms pulled against the ribbon that bound her arms, searching for a way to pull loose from their silken iron grasp... and found none. "I... I'd be a very bad choice for breaking in your... dwelling. I don't even know what most of the things in here do or what they're for! That makes me a bad cho-"

She rambled and was cut short once more as his hand tightened the grip in her hair, sending a streak of pain through her scalp as he yanked her head back, silencing her protests. She swallowed hard as his talons came so close to her neck, to tap the collar there. The metallic tap, tap, tap in it's staccato steps driving the hopelessness of her situation home. The struggles ceasing as the situation dawned on her fear entrenched mind.

"I... I'd be a very bad choice for breaking in your... dwelling. I don't even know what most of the things in here do or what they're for! That makes me a bad cho-"

Slade laughed at her protestations. "A bad choice? Oh, my dear sweet, teasing, tempting VT," each word was accompanied by a kiss along her jawline moving closer and closer to her mouth. He grasped her chin in his taloned fingers, turning her to face him, her warm brown eyes forced to meet his Hell-red ones. "You are the perfect choice." He pressed his lips to hers, his tongue licking at her lips. When she refused to return the kiss he smiled, backing off.

"VT, my darling, VT," he sighed, sounding almost sad. "By the time we are done here you will wish that you had returned my more...tender affections." He slipped from the bed, leaving her trembling, kneeling in the middle and walked to the armoire against the wall. Digging through the various small drawers inside, he removed what appeared to be a handful of gold chain, and a small knife.

Returning back to the bed, he flourished the knife in his hand, displaying it for VT. "Look familiar, VT?" he asked. "I had it made after that night in the Lounge...Mistress." The sarcasm in his tone was sharp enough to match the edge of the knife blade. "Of course, you aren't wearing nearly as much clothing as I was," he said. moving the knife to the ribbons tied across her chest.

The cold steel slipped between smooth satin and silky skin. The edge of the blade parting the strands like gossamer. Trailing the blade across her chest, he slowly and sensuously cut away the bow and ribbons covering her upper body. Once the ribbon had fallen away, he toyed idly with the knife, drawing meaningless patterns on her skin, before tossing it away.

Smiling into her eyes, he raised the handful of gold chain up so she could see it, then held the chain, and let the clamps on either end fall from his fingers to dangle before her eyes.

Each kiss that accompanied his words brought a warm shiver through her body, the fear dimming just a touch only to flare once more as taloned fingers directed her eyes to meet his dangerously red ones. Her eyes had flicked to the sharp edge before they caught upon his eyes. She'd die here. Good God... the man was a demon, she'd not live to see the rising dawn... utter panic swamped her mind as she stiffened and froze, too terrified to even respond to the violation of her lips

She remembered to breath as he pulled away, the dripping scorn from his voice leaving her to the whims of nightmares as he granted her a moments respite from his imposing nearness.

The glint of the knife that had been all too familiar stole her attention away from the soft clink of chain. The bite of his sarcasm almost made her flinch as she babbled her terror, "I - I'm sorry! I'll not do it again... ever... I swear please...."

Her voice trailed off as the edge of the blade drew near, slipping between satin ribbon and flesh. The flush spread to tint her chest as the little that had concealed her and kept her modesty fell away with ruthless neatness. She clamped down on the whimper as the cold metal warmed to her skin, dancing it's languid waltz over her skin.

It was after the knife clattered to the ground that she realized she had been holding her breath. As his hand lifted the glittering chain before her eyes, she flicked back to his smile with a desperate front to speak, "What is that for..." faltering as the clamps fell down into view.

She closed her eyes. Knowing that he could smell her fear, and refusing to allow him to see it in her eyes. As if she could ignore it's presence, his presence, his threat, his promised retribution by not facing it.

Seeing her eyes close, his face assumed a more neutral expression, nostrils flaring wide, testing her scent. It was altered now, the acrid scent of terror replacing the tantalizing tingle of fear and forbidden excitement. The hard lines of his face softening, his hands moved to either side of her head, gently taking hold, the chain making an almost musical chiming at her left ear as his fingers traced the delicate pink of her ears.

His lips touched her closed eyes, placing kisses as gentle as moth wings upon them. Holding her head in his fingers, stronger than steel, but gentle as the light ocean breeze of her scent, his lips placed tender kisses down her cheeks. Brushing her lips, a pressure more imagined than felt, he tilted her head back. The feathery touch of his mouth moving along the column of her throat, a line of coolness on her skin.

At the hollow of her throat, a cold, teasing touch, the very tip of his tongue, tickling at the delicate skin, before the gentle lips closed, a slight pressure before he continued lower, soft closed lipped kisses caressing her shoulders. Using skills trained for war, he sought out the nerves at the juncture of neck and shoulder, lips opening, tongue circling to press down gently, before with another soft kiss, he proceeded further along his chosen path.

The cool lips now gliding down, over the gentle slopes of her chest, so soft as to be nearly impossible to tell if it were lips or breath that caressed her. It was definitely a breath that blew across the underside of her breasts. Cool air wafting along her skin, eddying in teasing curls upward to barely touch the darker skin at the peaks.

There was no mistaking the fingers that released her head to follow the path of his mouth, gliding across her softly rounded shoulders and down her arms, to trail lines of cold fire up her sides. The sensation of cool skin on the undersides of her breasts as his hands moved up, thumb and forefinger spread wide, to cradle her gently on the web between them. Finally, the teasing nearly complete, the tip of his tongue circling round her right breast, slowly and carefully, moving inward each time it reached the top of her gentle curve, until with a barely heard sigh, his mouth closed over the flushed nub of her peak, sucking gently, tongue rasping softly over the engorged flesh.

She flinched at the touch of his hands, the chorus of chains that rang in her ear was the harbinger of pain he was sure to inflict upon her. She tried to prepare herself, warn herself in hopes of lessening the impact of it all... only to make her that much more sensitive, terrified... and disarmed when the pain never came.

Tender kisses ghosted over her eyes... ears... lips. Gentle... that was the word... and it was thrown away the moment it struck her, unable to find a place for that puzzle in her fear filled mind. It was her imagination.... It had to be... was it?

She stiffened at the tilt of her head as she stiffly complied with the demands of his hands. Baring her throat to a predator... It would be now. The pain... and once more she was gratefully thwarted in her dire expectations as delicate kisses made their footsteps down the path of her vulnerability.

Her breath caught at the sudden coldness that teased the hollow of her throat before pressing in passing. His lips caressed her skin like a passing breath, seemingly aimless in his dancesteps but placed so thoughtfully to fire the senses...

The pounding rush of terror ebbed away as he brought a note of sensuality into the tapestry of notes he was weaving across her thoughts, emotions... body. Rarely had she felt beautiful at anothers touch? Lips? Breath? What ever it was that ghosted over her... it was done with tenderness... almost like a reverent prayer in the worship of her own body. He... was it the same person that had threatened her? The coils of cool breath dispelled the tension that came with that thought.

He held her in anticipation as his hands joined the seduction of her flesh. What was he doing...? The conflicting pieces of what he'd shown her nagged at her as her distracted mind lost it's struggle to stay wary. Her body too easily trusting the honeyed words hidden in his caress as she fell in to savor the rush of sensations racing rampant over her body.

The sigh... was it hers? his? Her clouded mind merely registered the sound that was drowned by the softest of moans that escaped her lips.

The soft moan that escaped her lips was accompanied by a change in her scent, one that he found tantalizing enough to nearly pull a shiver from his body. The terror had been banished, replaced by the original notes of forbidden excitement, a hint of fear, and now, a touch of arousal.

His lips curved upward in a smile as he softly sucked at her nipple. The tender bud just now beginning to swell, promising further delights, if only he would tend it properly. And he fully intended to do just that. In over three hundred years, he had taken pride in providing each of his lovers, precisely the mix of experiences she desired. VT was proving to be a challenge, as each new woman was, but he had learned from his earlier misstep with the knife and clamps. For this one, the path was one of gentle seduction, the slow insinuation into her heart and mind, inhibitions teased away a tiny bit at a time, until she revealed her true, sensual self and her desires to him.

As her peak tightened, rising as if to beg him to suckle harder, his lips released her, a soft breath of cool air wafting over wet skin, as his lips ghosted across her chest to lavish the same attention to the pert nipple topping her left breast. His fingers began again the gentle dance they had played across her chest, this time traveling down her sides, caressing, testing, teasing her for her reactions.

At her thighs, they played across the satin bands of the ribbon, tracing down to her ankles, exploring it boundaries, but avoiding the bow that covered her secret core. Manifesting the razor sharp talons on each forefinger, he began to trace gentle circles across the ribbon where it covered her thighs. The passes each featherlight, so as not to let her even feel the talons, but each weakening the ribbon, until with a final pass, it fell away as though by magic, the bow dropping to lie on the white silk of the coverlet, a scarlet splash of color between her wide parted thighs.

There was something... intoxicating about the helplessness that she was in. Strangely intoxicating... the way his fingertips caressed her skin, savored her teased her... patient as he slowly drew forth the slow burn of her arousal. The tendrils of their flames flared from embers to lap at her skin in the wake of his lips, his breath, his kiss, his touch.

With her eyes closed and body bound, she found herself free to taste the pleasure he offered... The loss of control, even in the depths of terror he could easily incite - but didn't, became the embodiment of the erotic. Like a flame catching wind, his touch was electric, sparking the rush of lust as her own fragrance scented the air... a public declaration of her desire of him.

Her eyes opened to watch him through her half lidded lashes as her tongue flicked out to touch her parted lips. As if she could capture the kiss she had lost, as if she could taste him...

She was not prepared for the sudden slack of tension as the bow fell from it's place, severed to bare her intimacy to him. But was that so bad? It was obvious she had given up the struggle as her body followed him willingly.... albeit blindly.

Until you return, my dear VT

The reflection on the ceiling frosted over as Sephyria once more coalesced into mist to sweep and twine about the Master of the chamber.

"I do hate to interrupt such a sweet scene... but since the scribe has deemed it necessary to vanish... it is time that we two are put to sleep. If you would do the honors?"

The red glare in his eyes diminishing, he turned to VT's other half. "Are you both certain of this?"

"Aye," the two answered in unison.

"I am ... touched by your trust in me, and saddened at your departure. “

Sephyria moved towards VT on the bed as both joined as one, leaving only one woman behind.

"Well, well, finally the two halves are joined and of one mind and body."

" For now..." There's an impish smile across her lips quite like that normally seen on Sephyria's...

He took her hands in his, helping her off the bed, and to the armoire. Reaching in, he drew forth a long black robe of the finest silk. “This is for you,” he said. He held it open for her, and reached around to belt is closed once she had slipped it on.

Concentrating, and directing his gaze to the right hand alcove, the stone turned translucent, revealing a long, chamber, the right hand wall a black stone shelf, covered by a dark red cushion. “Your resting place,” he explained. “None may enter save myself. And only those inside may exit freely.”

Leading her by the hand to stand in front of the alcove, he raised her hands to his lips. “I’ll make it as painless as possible,” he whispered to her, drawing her into his arms. He kissed her lips, tenderly, almost chastely. He met her gaze as he drew back, and she tilted her head to the left, exposing her throat. His lips trailed down her neck, to place a final kiss above the pulse there at the side.

Closing his eyes, he bit down, gently, fangs slipping through her soft flesh. When her blood hit his tongue, he did something he never had before, biting deeper, penetrating into the blood vessel. Her blood flowed faster into his mouth, making him work to swallow it all. He concentrated on listening to her pulse, the rush of her life as it left her body and was taken into his.

As the blood continued to flow, he took more than he normally had from one person, much more than he had in one feeding in a long time. As her heart rate slowed, and the flow slackened, two red drops appeared at his eyes. They slowly swelled, then ran down over his cheeks, twin lines of blood, mirroring the tears he could no longer shed at her departure.

When her body went slack and her heart rate slowed to be barely discernable, he continued to drink from her. He only stopped when the flow had trickled off to a thread, then he withdrew his fangs and sealed the wounds. Lifting her limp body in his arms, he carried her to alcove, laying her gently on the cushion. “Sleep well, my dear VT, and when you can, return to us.” Waving a hand toward a glass globe above her sleeping form, he set it glowing gently, so that she would not lie alone in the dark.

Stepping from the alcove, he set his hand against the wall, causing it to again become solid stone. “Sleep well, my dear friend.”

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A swirl of black mist appears in the Chamber as the door swings open. The light of the braziers flares up, then settles back to illuminate the room. As the swirling mist dissipates, the Master and his Pet are revealed, standing just inside the entrance.

The door closes silently, as he lifts his bloodied mouth from his Pet's neck, her wounds closing on their own, a testament to her status as his blood-bound Pet, and the power granted by her drinking from him.

"Welcome to my Chamber, sweet Scarlet," he whispers in her ear. "Feel free to look about, and tell me what you wish to experience first."

Her eyes flutter open as he pulls back from her, whimpering at the loss of his teeth, his lips on her neck. Raising her hand to her neck, she is still surprised at how quickly her neck is healed. She shivers at his breath on her ear, pressing her body into his once more before turning to take in his private chamber.

Looking about she notices the shining floor, scattered with furs, her hands itching to run her fingers through them. Her eyes rise to take in the ceiling, the flames flickering in the reflection. She pulls away to wonder around the room. Her delicate hands run along the cuffs and rope. She sees the various whips and other useful tools to bring the blood to her fair skin. Wondering what the armoire holds she moves around the room to see the darkened corner to the left.

"Master? What is back there?"

"Master? What is back there?"

Smiling, he steps beside her, taking up a torch from beside the brazier and leads her to the darkened alcove. At his touch, the stone fades, revealing another chamber beyond, as yet unfinished and completely natural. The flickering flames of the torch are reflected back from thousands of crystal flecks in the bare rock.

"Nothing is back here yet, my sweet Scarlet. It is empty, unfinished, waiting perhaps for the correct touch of inspiration to complete it." He turns back to gaze meaningfully into her eyes. "Yet another Choice to be made. my Pet."

She looks over as he moves up next to her, seeing that sexy grin on his face causing her heart to melt. Turning, she watches as the stone disappears to show an empty chamber. The sparkling crystals, reflecting in her eyes as she takes in the beautiful room.

Turning to face him, she meets his eyes, wondering if he had left it empty for a reason. "Master, truly? I would love to finish it. Perhaps another night though? I was thinking...maybe you could show me what that strange table is used for."

Her eyes wander over the furniture, remembering a bench similar to the one seen, but unsure of what the table might be used for. She looks back to the wall of whips and floggers and other things, shivering at the thought of what he could do with each of them.

"The table, my Pet? Remove your lovely clothing, quickly, or forfeit it, and I will show you what the table is for. You know the proper position, Pet. Legs spread, hands behind your head. Be unclothed and in it before I finish preparing for you, or suffer the consequences."

Walking to the armoire, he opens it, opening and closing the different drawers, removing a few things for the enjoyment of his Pet. From the wall, a soft leather waist belt and four cuffs are taken down. The lot is set on the bed, then he snaps his fingers in though and returns to the armoire, removing a final item to add to the toys he intends to use on her body.

Lifting the wrist cuffs in his hands, he turns back to see if she is done in time.

Quickly, she slips out of the silk dress, not wanting it to see the razor sharp edge of his talons just yet. Placing it on the floor, she walks slowly to the table, showing him her tight bottom as she moves away. Moving into position she spreads her legs, her hands rising to push her breasts out proudly.

She watches as he rummages through the armoire, not quite able to see what he is removing. Closing her eyes she listens to him moving around the room, knowing he will reveal his choices as he sees fit. Her stomach tightens in anticipation, wondering just what he has in mind, hoping she will be ready for whatever it is.

Her legs tremble slightly as she waits, finally opening her eyes to see him holding a pair of wrist cuffs. Their eyes meet, hunger mixed with love shining through hers. She grins at him, wondering if he notices her collar.

With swift, sure motions, the wrist cuffs are snapped onto her. The ankle cuffs follow, and as he stands he drags his talons along her skin, raised welts appearing, only to vanish as quickly as they are made. The waist belt is secured tightly across her, just above her hips. Grinning at her, he reached back to the bed, and slips a Hitachi into the adjustable loop on the waist belt. He slides it down, testing the position until it is directly against her clit.

He lifts her up to lie on her back on the table, quickly securing her arms above her head. Her knees are bent, her ankle secured close to her hips, and her hips rest at the edge of the table. A pair of plastic tubes appear in his hands, small squeeze bulbs attached to them. Smiling down into her face, he places one over her right nipple, and works the bulb. Her nipple is quickly sucked upward into the tube, stretched and tugged upward. The process is repeated on her left nipple, before he rolls the thick elastic down off the tube onto her body and release the suction. Her nipple is now swollen, throbbing, and held that way by the elastic. He repeats the motions on her other nipple, leaving both encircled tightly by the elastic.

She follows his movements a little easier, still amazed at the quick efficiency as he secured her wrists and ankles. Her moans are soft as his talons scrape along her pale flesh, leaving hot trails behind that are quickly absorbed back into her skin. She watches, amazed at the power of his blood inside of her.

Her eyes grow wide as he slides the Hitachi into the belt, she knows the feel of this amazing toy, shivering in remembrance. The last time it was used, she was left weak and so very useless. She yelps as he places her on the table, feeling him secure her wrists. As he bends her knees, she feels her pussy opening, exposed to him, knowing she is already aroused and moist.

Grinning back up at him, she gasps at the suction on her nipples, the sharp pull echoed in her clit. Her eyes slip shut at he works the elastic over her extended bud, moaning as he traps her swollen and hard, throbbing almost painfully before moving to her other breast. She begins to tremble as he repeats the torment with her other nipple, her back arching slightly, wanting to be touched.

Moving to the head of the table, he bends down to lay claim to her lips. The kiss is deep, sensual, and demanding. His hand slides under the tabletop, and lifts, the padding showing a hidden crease as it rises at an angle so she is left with her hips and feet on a flat surface, and the rest of her raised to a slightly reclining position. the new angle presses the head of the Hitachi hard against the tops of her sex, and he adjusts it slightly so it rests directly on her clit.

Reaching over to the bed, he lifts a box up, and removes a clothespin. Smiling down at her, he reaches to her right breast, caressing it gently, then pinching a bit of it just above and to the left of her nipple. Carefully, he lets the clothespin close down on the fold of skin. "Good girl," he says to her. "Something new for you." The upper curve of both her breasts are soon decorated with the clothespins, four on each breast.

Moving down between her thighs, his fingers explore her soaking folds, seeking out just the right bit, before taking hold of her right outer lip, and setting a clothespin there. "Just three more, my sweet Pet," he promises, as he sets another just below the first. Two more are set on her opposite lip, the head of the Hitachi touching the upper ones. "Good girl," he praises her, just before flipping the switch on the Hitachi, setting it to vibrating against her clit, the two upper clothespin on her pussy vibrating as well.