A warm, dark, place... *CLOSED*

[FaeBites]

... where faeries rule or yield.
And access is only available to those invited.

The curtains are pulled closed, a fire never dies in the cooler weather. But everything else seems mysteriously empty... until a patron comes a calling, then the imagination is your boundary, and fey magic will decorate at your will.

 

[FaeBites]

Glittering shadows swirl infront of the fire, and I glance around at my newest creation. I doesn't look like much now... but that will change. I smile at Luna, releasing her as my magic fades.

The magic of the room is in your command, you may decorate as you desire. I hoped this will suffice for short notice.

I trail fingers through my curls to distract myself from thoughts of what might come.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Blinks as the Inn fades from view and this newest warm place appears. I take it all in, the flickering fireplace, the pretty Fae who waits patiently beside it. I check within my self, making sure that I have the wherewithal to stand what i am about to start and come back with a resounding YES...

I like, pretty Fae. I like it very much.

Now please excuse for a few moments so that I may set the tone....

 

[FaeBites]

I smile again, pleased that she likes it. I nod at her request, and turn towards the fire, holding my hands out to be warmed by the flames, and smirk as the words of 'playing with fire' coming floating back into my mind.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

In the center of the room...a wooden cross attached to a wheel which allows full range of motion. The cross has straps o'plenty to keep pretty little fey girls safe and secure.

Beside the cross, a rack containing a few special toys: a whartenberg wheel, 2 horse weight riding crops, a sueded flogger with 9 falls, knotted at the tips, a blood red leather flogger with no knots and more falls. A black velour mask, a ball gag.

On the far wall, a large king sized bed, two sets of hand cuffs dangling from the headboard. At the foot of the bed, angled so that one can see themselves, is a large ornate freestanding mirror.

I look around, my eyes glinting appreciatively.

So there we go, pretty Fae.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

My next action is to finish stripping. I get hot whenever I allow my inner Sadist out. The panties and wife beater are folded and laid on the bench and I stretch a few times, relaxing my arms. They seem so very tight.

Fae, front and center. NOW.

 

[FaeBites]

I draw my attentions back from the flames as I hear her voice, straightening to take in the room. My stomach does another appreciative clench as my breaths pause for a moment, my eyes gliding over her choices, lingering on the wheel and toys, before I’m drawn back to her and I endeavour to return to breathing.

This should be where I start getting nervous correct?

I smile, only partially teasing. It has been a long time since my submissive side has come out to play, far to long. But it was not a switch easy to flick. I shiver at the sound of her voice, and move to obey, thinking I'll get a feel for her first before I see how much trouble my defiance can get me into.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

My voice is quiet, taut with need and barely controlled lust

No Fae. You should have been nervous before, sweetness.

I step closer, so that I am within her personal space. I am small, not physically intimidating. I know this...and yet...well, I have never had someone NOT give in if I want it and right now I want her/ need her to give in, to give to me what I need.

Will you strip for me? Let me see what pretty flesh you have...on display, just for me?

My words are whispered, husky, quiet, demanding...

Give me what I want Fae....

 

[FaeBites]

I glance down, controlling a smirk at her first words. She’s probably right about that. I let my eyes enjoy the view of her, savoring her bare form. Her whispered words make my skin tingle in pleasure and my fingers reach for the edge of my silk shift, dragging it over my head to reveal the black lace panties and bra beneath, and the expanses of porcelian white skin.

I’m yours as you want me, Luna. I want to be your release.

I smile as I quickly unclasp my bra, letting my d cup breasts free of their confines, my nipples already hardening with excitement. My fingers pause over my panties, before I inch them down aswell, finally turning back to her with my hourglass form on display, trying to dissolve the sudden self concious feelings.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

My eyes trace her shape in the firelight. I can see all those lovely curves and swells, begging for some color on all that pretty alabaster flesh.

Are there any particular toys you don't enjoy? Any particular pain that turns you off? I ask so that I don't cross any self imposed limits.

From behind my back, I pull out a small pearl handled straight razor.

I like to cut pretty, just as I like to burn and tickle, poke and stick, beat and ravage. You are gifting me with your flesh and mayhap, before it's over a bit of your submission.

My eyes darken..

I don't need your submission though, my Lady. Just your flesh, willing to be used in any way I see fit. So, can you?

 

[FaeBites]

Besides broken bones? Nothing I’ve come across yet.

I grin slightly, heady emotions threatening me at the sight of the razor. My body shivers, with the good sort of fear, the one that has my thighs slicken with my arousal. Already my skin is itching for her.

I am willing, Ma’am.

I barely breathe, my mouth drying under a wave of anticipation.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I smile then and step forward, up on tip toe to capture her bottom lip between my teeth and bite...

To the wheel, pretty.

I don't give her time to think, instead I begin to walk, forcing her backward with each step until she backs into the wheel/cross combo. With one hand, I grab her by the throat and squeeze, twice...not completely cutting off the air supply but constricting the air flow greatly.

Up onto the cross, pretty Faery.

With my hand at her throat, I turn her so that she can see the little shelf, made specifically to help her mount..

Up you get.

I release her throat and wait, my hands itching to hurt, to pluck and tease, at her oh so pretty flesh. I wait.

 

[FaeBites]

My breath catches at the sharp tug on my lip, I match her steps as there is not other choice, unable to see where I step, but aware of my destination. I shiver softly as her hand circles my sensitive neck, each squeeze sending butterflies through my stomach.

I blink as I turn, distractedly seeing the shelf I suppose I’m meant to step onto. I lick my lips, hesitating a barest second before I enter the point of no return, then reach out, moving up to the cross from the little shelf, trying to keep each breath steady. Tonight definitely seemed to be becoming one of new experiences. And the subtle changes in the Luna that I knew left me wet with excitement.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

She climbs up and I am pleased. Most definately pleased. I tilt the cross so that she is almost laying down, the easier for me to secure her with the many ropes for that purpose.

Her arms are spread along the beams and I anchor her wrists first, pulling the rope tightly to keep her still. Another strap crosses at elbow and shoulder. These I anchor to one another so that her arms will support most of her weight, equally.
After a moment's debate, I also anchor her with a strap around her waist. Her legs I spread, lewdly wide. She now looks like a very curvy X, held in place by black leather straps and shibari rope. I step back to admire the view and then tilt the wheel up so that she is once more in a vertical postistion. I check each rope and buckle, making sure that there will be no serious abrading and then I glance at her...my eyes gleaming with dark delight.

I love blades. They are so versatile.

The words are a mumur in the quiet of the room as I wander over to the bench and set my straight razor down before picking up the small spur like looking wheel.
Starting at the base of Fae's foot, I begin to press the wheel into her flesh, draggin each point slowly, deliberately, across the white, leaving little pinpricks of red behind.

 

[FaeBites]

As I’m lowered I feel my stomach clench at the sensation, each strap is tightened and I feel my pulse increase, the familiar sense of panic that greets the first knowledge of my loss of control washes over me. I savour the feeling, tugging against my restraints lightly to test them, though the most that seemed to happen was that I clenched my fist. The gleam of her eyes makes my chest heave slightly under faster breaths. As she approached with the spur I fall still, quickly.

Ahhh…

My breath catches as she rolls it against my flesh, the first prick causing a flinch, then I can control the pinches from there. I swallow, my foot twitching at each press.

Very… creative.

I manage breathlessly, even the easy sting starting my masochistic need for more. To have limits pushed, forced. I take a shuddering breath in.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I grin, a flash of brightness against the bronze of my skin and the dark of this warm, dark place.

I am glad you approve, sweet.

I allow the wheel to go where it likes, and it leads me a merry chase, over calves and inner thighs, over belly and beneath ribs, the tops of her feet, her nipples and the flesh that encircles those lovely peaks. Each pass is controlled as I don't need her to bleed for me, not yet. I press hard enough to cause a mini ache and then...I move on. I can see the wetness sliding along inner thigh flesh and I smile. With nary a thought, I reach back left handed and find a small clip, screw type, just right for the hardened little bud I see peeking at me...

Enjoy this for a moment, please.


I drop the wheel and use my left hand to spread her open, my gaze fastening on the inner pink of her slit. My right hand attaches the clip to her clit and I tighten it quickly, deliberately, listening for the intake of air that lets me know she feels that.

Oh what else....

My hand reaches for both floggers...and then I gaze at her, my voice hushed...

We are going to play spin the Faery and see what I can hit. If you feel yourself becoming nauseated you will say RED. I will stop the wheel. We will repeat until you can take 10 minutes of spinning and beating. Begin.

I give the wheel a mighty push and postion myself so that each flogger will hit a different bit of skin. Then I begin, left~ a breast. Right, a thigh. Left~ a hip. On and on....

 

[FaeBites]

At each pass of the spur my self control over certain muscle groups falter, the light aches twitch my muscles, making me force myself to focus on my breathing. I stifle a moan as I feel her hand spreads me, not noticing what she picks up off the table, I shiver at the brush on my clit, but my eyes quickly snap open as the brush becomes something a lot tighter and sharper. The air sucks in, and I squirm uselessly against the wood, a whimper escaping my lips on a soft breath of air.

I try to listen attentively, swallowing as I hear her plans. Spin the Faery. Hah. I focus on the key points, Red for nausea… 10 minutes?! All that craving for the bite of a whip is about to be made up for I believe. The first strike of a flogger sends the glorious burn skittering over my breasts. My back arches instinctively, my breaths gasping as she continues, moans quickly adding in. I’m disorientated, and quickly loose count of the strikes, though my breaths are laboured under each glorious welt left.

I open my eyes, and my stomach rolls.

Red! I gasp, my body shuddering, each buck of my hips reminding me forcefully of the clip with a whimper.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Reaching out, I stop the wheel's spinning and check to make sure Fae is alright. Her skin is marking so beautifully that I don't want to stop and yet, I know that I have to control this need to ravage, or I won't forgive myself later. Her hair is sweat drenched and her face is flushed from panting and the topsy turvy motion of wheel/cross combo.

Her eyes look so dazed that I stroke my hands over the burning welts and wait for her to regain some semblance of control. One minute passes this way, then another. Her breathing is less harsh and some of the color has returned to her face. I check the clock on the wall to see just how long my faery playmate had lasted....hmmm, not bad. Seven minutes. My words match the stroking of her flesh...soft and quiet.

Very good, my Fae. We will try once more. Only 3 more minutes to add to what you have already done. I am pleased by you.

Picking up my floggers, I set the wheel in motion once more, not spinning it as hard so that the motion is slower. I want to help her make the 10 minutes. Then I begin to swirl the floggers so each one will hit the same spot from a different direction...the sueded one lands on a nipple, the knots pinging, the red leather follows close behind. Over and over as she moans, whimpers, gasps...each flogger finding a new spot, to sting and welt, to mark.

 

[FaeBites]

It takes me a moment to realise I’ve stopped moving, and it’s just the world continuing anyway. Any semblance of control had vanished under the spinning, and each heated welt left as I recovered was stirring a burning ache inside of me. I slowly bring my breaths under control, and my stomach settles with the room. I nod at her words, a smile curling at my lips at her praise. Playing has quickly turned into pure need.

I steady myself as the wheel starts spinning once more, I could use a dancers technique of focus to control the dizziness if the floggers didn’t constantly dominate my attention. I whimper, moan as the floggers fall against me simultaneously. Over my nipple, a soft shriek, my body arches, the clamp tugs on my clit, the sensations drive me crazy, pain, pain, my own perception of it is warped I know, for every welt seems laced with a breath of pleasure. I focus on the sensations, determined to make it this time.

I keep my eyes closed, cant predict the next fall anyway because of the spinning. When my eyes do flutter open occasionally they are glazed and fogged with my torment, my pleasure. My skin is burning untill I am unsure if there is any pale skin left unblemished, my cries gain an intensity, and I don't know whether its the spinning I become dizzy from, or the stealing weakness of my flogging.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

The clock bongs it's 10 minute chime in my head and I allow the floggers to drop. My arms are sore and need a bit of a rest as it has been an age since I allowed myself to play this hard with anyone.

Reaching out, I stop the wheel and lower it so that I can get Fae down. Time to move her to the bed. I have a crop begging to leave pretty little marks on her pretty little bum. The buckles and knots dissolve beneath my questing fingers until she is free and able to be moved.

I walk to the top of the cross and lean down, capturing Fae's mouth with my own in a long, warm, kiss.

Very good, my love. You did it.

Sliding my right hand under her shoulder, I help her to sit up and direct her off the cross, my left hand coming into play to guide her trembling form to the bed.

Get comfortable. On your back. I have to make sure I haven't broken the skin...then we will begin again.

My eyes gleam impatiently as she falls onto the bed, her arms and legs akimbo. My eyes check the marks for blood or bruising and I grin to see that I have maintained better control than I had thought. Moving away from the bed, I go to my bench and discover a small silver bullet vibe which could be held in place by a strap..as well as a smooth egg...remote controlled. I pick both of these up and return to the side of the bed, my eyes agleam with dark pleasure.

Here love, something new for you to focus on.

I insert the egg, swiftly, adjusting the remote so that the buzz and pulse is not steady. WIth a soft sigh, I remove the clip from her clit and bend forward to tug the little bit of flesh into my mouth, laving it a few times with a tongue before backing off and placing the bullet vibe just beside it. The strap which holds it in place is wrapped around her thigh...and then I flip her over onto her belly

Now for the crop....Count for me.

Picking up the longer of the two crops, I give it a few experimental swings, enjoying the swish of it through the air...I can see her body trembling and it heats me in ways I haven't felt in far too long.

Begin.

 

[FaeBites]

Her kiss tells me the world should have stopped spinning again, I respond to it swiftly, greedily, purring against her lips. Blood flushes to the areas I’ve tensed against it my writhing as I’m released and I sway as she helps me up. I did it! Thankfully, soon enough I’m on the bed, my skin tingling as I can still feel each welt.

My eyes are a vivid blue after my torment and I twist towards her voice, taking in the new toys with a soft gasp. My fingers curl in the sheets as she slides the egg inside me, my body arching as the clip is released and her mouth replaces it. Pleasure is burning through my body immediately, and I whimper when she releases me.

I feel the press of the bullet vibe as the egg pulses and shudders inside of me, keeping my body itching with need, with pleasure. My eyes focus on the sheets as I hear the new command, count? Really? I shake my head, not in a refusal but to clear it so I can fathom some kind of a response. My body shakes as the crop falls the initial time, no straps keeping me still now.

I strive to keep myself from moving too much, One. The number is choked as I drag in a breath. A stray thought tells me I might have not dropped maths in school if it was taught like this, I resist the urge to giggle hystericly. My body trembles, squirming, as I aim to count, distracted by my growing need to cum.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I start slowly...marking each side of her butt with concentrated effort. I can hear the almost drugged sound of her voice and it makes me want, gods...do I want. Instead, I focus inward, making each swing count, listening for the telltales that will let me know when she is near the edge and ready to release.

Her hands are clenching the sheet in repsonse to each stroke of the crop and her voice is slurring more and more. My own arm is tired and I have had to switch from right to left, twice. I am physically exhausted but aware, very aware of the moaning, writhing woman before me, her butt red and white like blood on snow.

I want you to come for me, Fae.

Tossing the crop behind me, I reach out and flip her back over so that her body is open for my perusal. Climbing between her splayed thighs, I slide the strap out of the way before whispering...

No movement pretty. No jerking, no writhing. You may cum and you may moan..but no movement...if you do, I will stop and I will be pissed. Hold still.

My mouth finds her clit and I begin with gentle suction, allowing my tongue to flicker against it slowly, circling, teasing, tasting. I can feel her tremble, from the egg deep inside, from my mouth, from the marks and I wonder...how long can she hold still?

 

[FaeBites]

A haze surroundings me, there is nothing but her and I, and sensation, pain, pleasure, both, either. They become one. ‘I want you to come for me, Fae.’ The words invoke a deep shudder, my body hanging for it like an addict for their next hit. The sheets brush against my welted skin, causing me to gasp and writhe against it, and then her next command. No movement? I’m doomed. I’ve never been one for staying still.

Noo…

I whimper, biting my lip to cut it off, I must try though. I tense my muscles trying to hold them still as her head dips between my thighs. Her mouth, hot, sucking, licking… ontop of the vibrations from inside. I know my climax is close, it grows rapidly until I’m on the edge of a waterfall of pleasure waiting to be triggered.

I moan, whimper, my body trembling with the strain as I try to remain still. I gasp, and I can’t with hold.

I’m going to –

My voice is lost, cum, move, some word was suppose to be there. But my climax rolls over me and I’m gone, my resolve shattered as my body arches up with my climax. My hands clench in the bed covers as my hips buck beneath her. Slowly, the pleasure ebbs enough for coherent thought. Oh shit. I tremble, gasping for breath.

I’m sorry – I’m sorry!

I chorus hurriedly, my eyes immediately on hers, I’m tempted to back away, but my muscles are liquid from my orgasm and my attempts come to nothing.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I laugh delightedly.

No worries, pretty Faery. I should have been more specific. If you had managed to hold still while you were coming...I would not have been doing my job correctly.

I get up from between her thighs and glance down at myself. My own inner thighs are coated, juices sliding down by my knees and I feel empty, content, ok. Fine.

Come on pretty, let me check your skin.

I wander up toward the top of the bed and help Fae to sit up. Her skin is amazingly resiliant and I am pleased that I did no permanent damage. Climbing into the bed beside her, I allow my left hand to wander between her thighs so that I can remove the egg. In her seated postion, tis almost impossible so I push her back and use two fingers to hook it and pull the buzzing toy out, tossing it on the bedside stand for later cleaning.

Thank you for this, love. I appreciate it more than I can say.

 

[FaeBites]

I felt a flush of relief at her laughter, followed by a dark thought on what my punishment might have been... The smell of her was divine, mixed with my own, and I shiver at her touch. My skin always hyper sensitive like the rest of me after my climax.

I bite my lip as her hand wanders between my legs, having no strength to fight her even if I wished as she pushes me back to retrieve the toy, my hips arching as she does. I smile at her words, still having not quite lost my dazed expression, and press myself against her skin.

I hope this isn’t the only time, for all your talk you were incredibly tame compared to the dark thoughts you had inspired… I grin at her, savouring the press of her flesh, and glancing over at the blade she didn’t even come to using. Pondering just how tempting I have to be to help her again other times. I'm definitely all for this kind of comfort.

I’m glad I found a way to help, trust me it wasn’t a chore at all! I shudder in delight, every movement making something new sting. I lick my lips, nuzzling her.