Silvermine
Virgin
- Joined
- Jan 1, 1970
- Posts
- 2
Her breathing was slow, deep, but a little shaky as she stood in the middle of the room. She couldn’t see through the blackness of the blindfold, so her other nerves were all just a little amplified. Every little disturbance attracted her attention: a loud crack from the fireplace, the shuffling of footsteps around her, the sliding of opening and closing drawers, the clinking of, shall we say, devices.
Her wrists were bound behind the small of her back, and her upper arms were immobilised along with her hands by means of ropes snaking around her torso, intertwining, crossing over, all causing her shoulders to be held back with her full, round breasts held perk. Her legs were open as she stood, unbound, her feet about two feet apart, exposing her tender, clean-shaven pubic area, those soft, mildly moist lips ever so slightly parted, the inner labia only just visible. Her buttocks were juicy and round in this position, exposed and naked like nearly everything else about her. Her rich brown hair was tied back in a neat bun, with a few strands draped over her face.
The young woman’s captor was busy from the sounds of things. Another woman of similar proportions, she was blonde, and dressed in a leather full-body suit, with various buttoned openings here and there. They had met some months ago at a function and had both really taken to one another. Both single, both with similar tastes and of similar orientations…
Then all was silent, save for the gentle roaring of the fire. The tied up slave’s breathing became lower, deeper, and her mouth was open with anticipation. Already her sex was becoming very wet, and her nipples ultra-sensitive. She was under some pressure having stood there motionless for about five minutes, seeing nothing, doing nothing, becoming more aroused by the minute.
The ball was very much in the blonde mistress’ court…
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ooc: I will play the slave, I need one other to be the domme. This is pretty open-ended, but please write with proper craft and substance (ie. no semi-paragraph poorly written trash), and keep it third person. Bon appetit.
Her wrists were bound behind the small of her back, and her upper arms were immobilised along with her hands by means of ropes snaking around her torso, intertwining, crossing over, all causing her shoulders to be held back with her full, round breasts held perk. Her legs were open as she stood, unbound, her feet about two feet apart, exposing her tender, clean-shaven pubic area, those soft, mildly moist lips ever so slightly parted, the inner labia only just visible. Her buttocks were juicy and round in this position, exposed and naked like nearly everything else about her. Her rich brown hair was tied back in a neat bun, with a few strands draped over her face.
The young woman’s captor was busy from the sounds of things. Another woman of similar proportions, she was blonde, and dressed in a leather full-body suit, with various buttoned openings here and there. They had met some months ago at a function and had both really taken to one another. Both single, both with similar tastes and of similar orientations…
Then all was silent, save for the gentle roaring of the fire. The tied up slave’s breathing became lower, deeper, and her mouth was open with anticipation. Already her sex was becoming very wet, and her nipples ultra-sensitive. She was under some pressure having stood there motionless for about five minutes, seeing nothing, doing nothing, becoming more aroused by the minute.
The ball was very much in the blonde mistress’ court…
**
ooc: I will play the slave, I need one other to be the domme. This is pretty open-ended, but please write with proper craft and substance (ie. no semi-paragraph poorly written trash), and keep it third person. Bon appetit.
