marauder13
a lecherous old bastard
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As he led them to the next demonstration, Steven listened to Jessica's answer to his question concerning spanking. He smiled briefly and nodded. He was glad that they shared a similar outlook on that one matter. There were still many unknowns between them, which was to be expected of a newly met couple. But part of the night was to get indications of what held Jessica's interest, and what didn't.
Their next stop was near a simple wooden table, with a completely naked woman tied down. Her limbs were drawn to each corner and held by ropes. She was not stretched nor held taut, but there was only a little give in the ropes. Steven recognized the look of fear and excitement in the woman's expression as she looked over at the man resting against the table's edge.
"I know there are people about there who tie up their partner like a pretzel, or use knots that take years to master, and in some cases nearly 20 minutes to tie just one. Me, I use the ropes to keep the lovely lady, like this one here, from moving too much and interfering with the fun.
"She knows she can't get free, but she also has some wriggle space which is good for her physical health. But, secured like she is, there is nothing she can do to stop me, short of blurting her safe word."
He gave the woman a hungry grin, leaning over the table and taking a nipple in his fingers. In turn she yelped in surprise, then pushed her chest up off the table as he stimulated the captured flesh. He then proceeded to touch her in varied places, driving her wild with arousal. He touched obvious places; her breasts and her slit between her legs, but other parts of her body which he knew to be arousal points for her were caressed as well. Within minutes, she was writhing, begging him to make her cum.
He turned his back on her for a moment, returning with a thick, lit candle which he held over her chest. Her eyes widened, mouth gaped as he tilted the flaming candle. A stream of white rained on her breasts and chest. She cried out in pain then pleasure, which continued while he covered a majority of her chest with molten wax. He watched her intensely while she continued to writhe, her own eyes wide and fixed on the ceiling. He paused, leaning over to kiss her. She returned his cautious kiss with one burning hotter than the candle's flame.
"More please, Sir." Her voice was throaty, and her attention was fixed on him.
"Are you sure you want more of this?" He dribbled a few more drops onto her splattered chest.
She growled her affirmation, thrusting her hips lewdly into the air. "Yes, Sir. As much as you desire, Sir."
He smiled warmly, spreading the way over her breasts and down onto her belly.
Steven gave both of the women on his leashes a quick look, before leading them further into the den of depravity. When they reached a hallway that branched off to some of the private rooms, Jacki quickly moved to stand before Steven, her head bowed.
"Sir, I ask you that I may please you. What I have seen has made me desire to serve. As I serve you tonight, may this girl serve your pleasure, Sir?"
Steven was stunned inwardly while he remained calm outwardly. Nothing had been mentioned about his ability to use Jacki while she was with him. He cast his mind back over previous time he had borrowed Jacki. Only once had there been mention of a restriction, that he could not penetrate her vaginally or anally. Her normal limits applied beyond that. He had yet to do anything with Jacqueline, but he knew she was looking forward to any interactions between them. Jacqueline was a quivering mass before him, fully flushed and aroused if her bra was any indicator.
"Look at me, Jacqueline if you wish to talk to me."
She snapped her head up, automatically throwing her hair away from her brightly coloured face. He pupils were dilated, lips full and plump. Her breathing was fast and shallow.
"Sir, I beg you to let this girl please you, as you need." She knew that his need was not as strong as hers, but she also knew few men would not be moved by what they saw. She was confident that he would be ready and able to do what she need of him.
Steven removed her leash, and she fell to her knees in a supplicant position. But not bowing her head, she held his gaze and pleaded through her posture and expression. He nodded up the branching hallway, and Jacqueline was on her feet in a swift, graceful movement, moving briskly up the hall looking at the open doors as she passed them. She stopped outside of one and waited.
"Come along, Jessica. We can't keep Jacqueline waiting too long for her calming, can we?"
Their next stop was near a simple wooden table, with a completely naked woman tied down. Her limbs were drawn to each corner and held by ropes. She was not stretched nor held taut, but there was only a little give in the ropes. Steven recognized the look of fear and excitement in the woman's expression as she looked over at the man resting against the table's edge.
"I know there are people about there who tie up their partner like a pretzel, or use knots that take years to master, and in some cases nearly 20 minutes to tie just one. Me, I use the ropes to keep the lovely lady, like this one here, from moving too much and interfering with the fun.
"She knows she can't get free, but she also has some wriggle space which is good for her physical health. But, secured like she is, there is nothing she can do to stop me, short of blurting her safe word."
He gave the woman a hungry grin, leaning over the table and taking a nipple in his fingers. In turn she yelped in surprise, then pushed her chest up off the table as he stimulated the captured flesh. He then proceeded to touch her in varied places, driving her wild with arousal. He touched obvious places; her breasts and her slit between her legs, but other parts of her body which he knew to be arousal points for her were caressed as well. Within minutes, she was writhing, begging him to make her cum.
He turned his back on her for a moment, returning with a thick, lit candle which he held over her chest. Her eyes widened, mouth gaped as he tilted the flaming candle. A stream of white rained on her breasts and chest. She cried out in pain then pleasure, which continued while he covered a majority of her chest with molten wax. He watched her intensely while she continued to writhe, her own eyes wide and fixed on the ceiling. He paused, leaning over to kiss her. She returned his cautious kiss with one burning hotter than the candle's flame.
"More please, Sir." Her voice was throaty, and her attention was fixed on him.
"Are you sure you want more of this?" He dribbled a few more drops onto her splattered chest.
She growled her affirmation, thrusting her hips lewdly into the air. "Yes, Sir. As much as you desire, Sir."
He smiled warmly, spreading the way over her breasts and down onto her belly.
Steven gave both of the women on his leashes a quick look, before leading them further into the den of depravity. When they reached a hallway that branched off to some of the private rooms, Jacki quickly moved to stand before Steven, her head bowed.
"Sir, I ask you that I may please you. What I have seen has made me desire to serve. As I serve you tonight, may this girl serve your pleasure, Sir?"
Steven was stunned inwardly while he remained calm outwardly. Nothing had been mentioned about his ability to use Jacki while she was with him. He cast his mind back over previous time he had borrowed Jacki. Only once had there been mention of a restriction, that he could not penetrate her vaginally or anally. Her normal limits applied beyond that. He had yet to do anything with Jacqueline, but he knew she was looking forward to any interactions between them. Jacqueline was a quivering mass before him, fully flushed and aroused if her bra was any indicator.
"Look at me, Jacqueline if you wish to talk to me."
She snapped her head up, automatically throwing her hair away from her brightly coloured face. He pupils were dilated, lips full and plump. Her breathing was fast and shallow.
"Sir, I beg you to let this girl please you, as you need." She knew that his need was not as strong as hers, but she also knew few men would not be moved by what they saw. She was confident that he would be ready and able to do what she need of him.
Steven removed her leash, and she fell to her knees in a supplicant position. But not bowing her head, she held his gaze and pleaded through her posture and expression. He nodded up the branching hallway, and Jacqueline was on her feet in a swift, graceful movement, moving briskly up the hall looking at the open doors as she passed them. She stopped outside of one and waited.
"Come along, Jessica. We can't keep Jacqueline waiting too long for her calming, can we?"
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