Captive of Desiere

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IC
Andrew woke up groggily,he peered through the darkness his eyes trying to adjust. "Hello is there anyone there" he called out but no reply came forth,he called feel the chain against his wrist the cold metal tight against his skin.

Andrew tried to remember back to last night,he had been invited to a party by a friend from work and had been happily chatting away to a few of the guests when this mysterious women handed him a drink.That was the last thing he rembered before coming too in this cold damp prision.The door creaked as somone entered the room and a voice spoke up welcoming him to his new home.

OOC
Hey all,this thread is about a young man mysteriously kidnapped and taken away by a mysterious women who wants him to be a slave for her own personel desire's. Am looking for one lady to play the lady/mistress who is captured him and trains my character.Any ladies wishing to play an asssistent to the main lady are also welcome.If intrested please post a bio for the charcter,feel free to PM if you have any questions etc.Looking foward to seeing if this thread goes okay.

Thanks
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[Pywakit]

Sounds fun!

This sounds like a fun thread! Mind if I take up the role of the mysterious mistress? How's the following sound for a character:

Name: Miranda Leigh
Age: 24
Eyes: Green
Hair: Long and dark
Body: Tall, long legs, C Cup, several piercings and tattoos

A more detailed description will be part of her introductory post, assuming I get the part!

 

[Pywakit]

Miranda

Miranda set down the glass of white wine and licked her ruby lips, enjoying the taste of it for a few more seconds before she stood. The alchohol was tingling inside her, not enough to impair her judgement or coordination, but enough to set everything pleasurably warm. Which was where she wanted to be. The man she'd caught (Andrew, according to the driver's license she'd set on the table next to the bottle of wine) had woken. It was time to introduce herself.

She stood, and as she did her leather and latex outfit creaked wonderfully. It was her favorite: a black leather corset fitted with six thin buckles across her belly, but cut high enough to reveal the pearl and silver piercing in her belly button and the scorpion tattoo that partially encircled it, its tail poised above and its body below. It also displayed the tribal tattoo on the small of her back quite nicely. Further up, the leather cups pushed up her tits while keeping the top third naked and forming a wonderful mound of cleavage framed by silver-studded shoulder straps. Her black leather miniskirt was high on the thigh and low on the hips, allowing the bright crimson straps of her thong to remain visible as they arched up over the curve of her hips. Her legs shone, encased as they were in the black latex stockings with garters affixing them to her skirt; her ruby-red stiletto heels matched both the straps of her thong and the latex fingerless gloves she wore, the upper ends just over her elbows. Her hair was pulled back tighly, into a single thick braid that hung down to just between the lower edge of her shoulder blades, and her makeup was dark and gothic save for the brilliance of her ruby lips. Her dazzling green eyes sparkled as she entered the sound-proofed dungeon.

Miranda took her favorite whip from the collection on the wall, coiled it, and held it almost absently in one hand as she rounded the corner of her basement dungeon and stepped throguh the door into Andrew's cell. She stepped in, not far enough to step into the light from the single bulb that hang from the ceiling, but enough that he'd be able to just make out her outline, and to see one of her red stiletto heels.

"Good evening, Andrew. Welcome to my parlor. Your mouth likely feels parched... that's a side effect of the little drink my assistant slipped you. You'll find a cool glass of water on the table to your left. You may drink, and then we'll have ourselves a little chat about what comes next."

 

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Andrew blinked as he could pick up the outline of his captor,he also could pick up the shape of a stileto shoe coloured red. He looked around for the glass of water she mentioned upon noticing it reached out and gathered it in his hands,he drank slowly allowing the clear liquid to flow down his throat quenching his thirst.

Once he finished Andrew put down the cup,"who are you and what do you want with me?" he called out to the person hiding themselves behind the sole light bulb in the room.He listened as they explained why he was there and for what reason,Andrew's face frowned and his writs clenced the chains tighting round them and pinching into his skin.There was a brief silence before the voice spoke again and a figure moved closer towards Andrew who waited with baited breath wondering what was in store for him.

 

[Pywakit]

Miranda

Miranda smiled as Andrew took teh water. It was a good sign. Sometimes, new pets were too suspicious or angry to drink the water. Sometimes they even threw the glass at her. But Andrew, drinking the water so quickly... she knew she'd chosen him well.

"Why are you here? All you need to know is that you're a very lucky man. I know you've been lonely lately. And as for who I am... well... you can think of me as your angel, come down from heaven to save you. If you play your cards right, that is. Disapoint me, and I might just have to show you my not-so-nice side."

She stepped further into the light, allowing Andrew to see her latex-wrapped legs, her creamy exposed thighs, her short leather skirt, and the scorpion around her pierced navel.

"But for now... no questions. Take off your clothes and place them on the bench there."

 

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Andrew's eyes widened at the dress of the women in front of him,his eyes run down hewr body taking everything in from her piercings right down to her tatto by her navel.

Deciding he better play along Andrew began by removing his shirt,he noticed how the women's eyes never left him watching intently.Once his was stripped bare he neatly folded up his clothes and placed them on the bench."Now what ?" he asked turning to face her curious to what she had in store for him.

 

[Pywakit]

Miranda

Miranda took a moment to evaulate her catch. As she had suspected, his body was more than adequate for her needs, and as she gazed upon him she felt her own body reacting. Excellent.

After about a minute, she stepped back out of the room for a moment. She crossed over to the cabinet where she kept her toys, and selected a harness that looked as if it would fit Andrew snugly. When she returned, she threw the harness across the room, so it landed at his feet. The outfit consisted of a thick leather collar, straps of leather that ran down the torso in a "V" shape, and a leather loincloth of sorts that would fit snugly over his manhood and ass, but would leave most of the rest of him quite visible. And what he couldn't yet know about were the tiny electrodes in the harness... electrodes capable of delivering a powerful, painful, but not harmful jolt of electricity whenever Miranda pressed the transmitter on the inside band of the silver ring she wore on her hand.

"Put the harness on, Andrew," she said, now standing enough in the light that her entire body, including the whip she clutched in her gloved hand and her leather-clad cleavage, was on display, save for her face. He had not earned the right yet to gaze upon her face.

"Do you know why you're here, Andrew?" she asked as she waited for him to dress.

 

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Andrew picked up the clothing he was to wear,he rasied an eyebrow as he inspected it before deciding to comply as there was little else he could do in his postion. He felt the leather tightly run over his body,the coller was tight around his neck and took a little getting used to.

Andrew looked back at his host,"no i don't know why i'm here" he told her.He could feel how exposed the clothes made him and he wondered what was going to happen to him,he waited as the lady spoke up and informed Andrew of why he was there and what he would be doing.

 

[Pywakit]

Miranda

Miranda watched quietly as Andrew dressed, pleased with how he looked once the harnes and loincloth were all in place.

"Excellent, Andrew. You look good enough to eat," she said as she stepped forward, fully, into the light, so that he could see all of her, face and all.

"You're here because you want to be, whether you realize that or not. You came to the party looking to score, to hook up. Of course, what happened instead was that you got yourself hooked. I have friends and associates where you work... people who owe me a lot of money. I tend to extract payments from them not in cash, but in manpower. Like yourself. To put it bluntly, you're here to please me, as long as you please me. Do well, and you return to your job with a raise and a promotion. Fail, and the loss of your job will probably be the least of your worries."

Miranda smiled, then stepped aside and indicated with an outstretched arm that he was to step into the room beyond before her.

"Now, if you will? I'd like to get started with your training immediately."

 

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Andrew frowned as he heard the words come from her lips,so he had been offered up to be this women's plaything huh.The thought angered him at first and he wanted to try a split as soon as possible,but when she mentioned about how he could be out of a job and that things could turn out worse he decided it was better for now to do as he was asked but still if a chance came to run he would consider taking it.

He looked at her,her green eyes displayed a sense of importance and her hair looked wild but tempting.Andrew moved into the room she had indicated and waited for her to enter,"so whats the first part of my...training?" he inquired not taking his eyes off waiting for her instructions.

 

[Pywakit]

Miranda

"You've already completed the first step, Andrew. You're here. You're not trying to escape. That's good." She followed him into the main room and pressed the small switch on the wall. Immediately, the playroom lit up. The floor of the room was polished green marble, beautiful and easy to clean, and heated from below so that the stone was pleasantly warm to the touch. The ceiling had track lighting recessed into panels, the fluorescent lighting softened by the filters that gave the place an almost natural lighting. The northen wall was a clouded window, one that you couldn't see through on this side of the observation booth. To the south were four cell doors, all currently unocupied. The east and west walls contained shelves and a few doors; the doors were closed, and displayed on the shelves was Miranda's extensive collection of toys. Whips, paddles, floggers, chains, and the like sat between dildos and small boxes that contained her smaller, more specialized treasures. In the corner stood a tall and wide armoire, closed but full of dozens of exotic outfits and costumes.

The room itself was open, and at first glance might have resembled a gym, with its five strange devices. But closer examination revealed the nature of these devices; a human-sized birdcage with dangling manacles, a long padded table fitted with restraints, a freestanding hottub in one corner, a large canopied bed with red silk sheets in another, and in yet another corner, Miranda's favorite: a towering metal frame with dozens of dangling chains, leather straps, seats, and harnesses. Part swing and part hammock, this contraption allowed her to defeat gravity with her partners, to engage in all manner of unusual positions.

These were for later.

"So this is my little playroom, Andrew. You'll get to know everything here eventually, but for now, I'd like you to climb up and lie on the table in the center."

 

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Andrew looked around this new surrondings,he noted the detail which was very defined indicating that who ever built the room was very exact.He noted the various equipment displayed throughout,Andrew had never seen anywhere filled with some much euqipment used for sexual activites.

He headed to the table in thre centre and layed down,he continued observing the room not where everything was,he waited for his hostess to move curious to what his first 'lesson' would be.

 

[Pywakit]

Miranda

Miranda watched as Andrew moved into the room, noting how carefully he observed his new environment with satisfaction. It was good to know what you were getting in to. As he climbed onto the table, she followed, taking a position at the side at his hips as he lay down.

"Very good, Andrew. Very good," she encouraged him, then with quick motions, she began to bind him to the table. She started with his left ankle, slipping the padded restraint around it and throguh the hoop and pulling it tight in one swift motion and fixing his foot to the surface of one corner of the table. She kept one eye on him as she moved over to his other foot and prepared to bind that one as well, so that his legs would be spread eagled on the surface of the table, ready with her trigger in case he suddenly got cold feet.

 

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Andrew watched as his left foot was bound,he tried moving it but the bound was tight restricting any release.He then watched as this mysterious women bound his over leg then moved up to his wrists binding him against the table.

Andrew tried to pull his bounds but met with little success,frowning he resigned himself to seeing what happened next knowing he would have to bide his time before trying to escape.He looked up,"may I ask what I am to call you?" he inquired having not found out his hosts name,she looked at him and gave a hint of a smile before commencing her next part.

 

[Pywakit]

Miranda

Miranda gave the last restraint an extra tug, then walked back down along the side of the table. As she did, she ran the tips of her fingers down Andrew's arm, over his bicep, then up across his shoulder and down his chest. The V-shaped straps covered his nipples, and she followed the inside edge down to the point just below his belly button where the loincloth kept his hips and his cock hidden. She brought her fingers to her lips and licked the tips, tasting his sweat on them.

"You may call me Mistress for now. You have not earned the right to call me anything else. And from this point on, you shall be known only as Slave. Please me, and I may award you with a nicer name."

She crossed to the end of the table, standing at his feet as she looked up over the bulge in his loincloth. He wasn't hard yet, but if she had her way, he soon would be. She ran the handle of her whip up the inside of his foot.

"So tell me, Slave. What kind of girls are you into? What turns you on?"

 

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Andrew felt a groan stifle in his throat as he felt the touch of her finger run over his arm down through to his belly button.He heard her inform him of how he was to adress her,he felt the edge of her whip against his foot and thought about how to answer her question.

"Mistress I am turned on by girls who are confident in themselves" he began taking a breath and trying not to shiver from the whips touch. "Also if they talk dirty thats okay and I don't mind role playing in all Mistress your Slave is fairly open minded' Andrew concluded hoping his answer would be sufficant.He waited to see what Mistress would do next to him.

 

[Pywakit]

Miranda

Miranda slowly walked up the right side of the table, trailing the lash of her whip up along Andrew's body so that the length slid up and over his crotch by the time she was standing at the head of the table. If he looked up, he'd be able to look up at the leather-clad underswell of her breasts, could see her looking down at him with what looked almost like curriosity.

"That's nice, but what about physically, Slave? What about a girl causes you to get hard? What about her makes you want to stick your cock into her cunt, to fuck her, to come inside of her?"

She reached down to the controlls, and using the tiny thumbpad, brought the table to life. With the soft whir of machinery, the table turned, rotating upward until only a few moments later, it was angled at a 45-degree slope. She walked back around to the front to admire Andrew, laying at an angle, feet down and held in place by the straps.

 

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Andrew stifiled another moan as the whip ran across his croutch,"her breasts Mistress lips too" he responded.Andrew could feel his cock begin to harden underneath his cloth,he watched in amazement as the table lifted and turned at a 45 degree angle.

He looked up at Mistress puzzled to what was going on, "Mistress what's happening" he inquired.She looked at him, her lips forming into a smile making Andrew curious if a bit eager to find out what she had planned for him.

 

[Pywakit]

Miranda

"Breasts, you say... interesting," Miranda mused as she paced back and forth in front of him, almost catlike. She made sure he got a good look at her tits, both from head on and in profile, by doing this. "And lips. I assume you mean the lips she kisses with, talks with... althoguh I suppose you could mean other lips... lips she fucks with..."

She stopped her pacing, faced him, and set her whip down on a nearby stool. She then slid her hands up her belly, cupping her tits, pressing them together, massaging them within their leathery prison. She then slid her hands up the straps and around to the back of her neck, where she deftly unclasped them. The straps fell forward over her chest, and with the flick of a wrist, they came free. Her corset remained on, held in place by the buckles, but now her shoulders and the tops of her breasts were naked.

She stepped up to the table then, running her hands up the sides alongside his body, and pressed her tits against his cock. She felt him hardening, felt him through their respective leathers, and slid down a little, causing her tits to mound on him for a moment.

"And what would you do with these tits, if you had the chance, Slave?"

 

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Andrew's eyes widened as he watched Mistress remove the top of her outfit,he watched as she pressed her breasts against the lower part of his outfit.He could feel his cock getting harder more anxious for use,"I....would lick them caress your nipples Mistress and suck at them' he stammered in reply .

Andrew watched as she continued to tease his hardening member with her breasts,he wondered how long he could hold out and weather Mistress was teasing him or preparing Andrew for his first task.

 

[Pywakit]

Miranda

"You would lick them, would you?" Miranda asked, a coy smile on her face. She stood and took a few steps back, cocked her head, then walked around to the back of the table, out of Andrew's sight. There, she reached up and undid the cups of her corset, the sound of the twin zippers giving Andrew a clue as to what she was up to. She let him wonder for a moment, then with a flick of the finger caused the table to continue lifting. In no time, it was vertical, but it didn't stop there. It continued moving forward, until it was once again at a 45-degree angle, only this time with Andrew hanging forward over the floor, suspended by ankle and wrist.

Miranda walked back around to stand before him, and he could see that she'd removed the top of her corset. The buckles still held tight around her upper chest, but the majority of the cups above were gone. They still rose up to either side of her tits, framing them, but the flesh of her tits was exposed now, her dark nipples large and hard.

As she stepped up to him, offering her tit to him, she whispered, "Show me..."

 

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Andrew heard the sound of a zip being undone and realised that Mistress was freeing more of herself up,he felt the table move again and was startled as it went vertical yet continued moving until he was hanging over the floor restrained only by his wrists and ankles.

He watched as Mistress moved in front of him,her breasts exposed within touching distance captivating him teasingly.He pressed his lips to her breast and began sucking at her nipple running his tongue over it caressing it,Andrew sucked at the breast like a new born hoping Mistress liked what he was doing.

 

[Pywakit]

Miranda

Miranda closed her eyes as he suckled her, concentrating on the feel of his tongue against her, of the suction of his lips. After a minute, she shifted to the side, presenting her other nipple to him for treatment. She gave him another minute, then stepped back. Spit shone on both nipples, dripping down the curve of her tits to spatter on the marble floor.

"My, you certainly are an eager one, aren't you?"

She smiled at him, then crossed to the back of the table again and reset it. As the table swung back around to a horizontal surface, she crossed back to the foot. Once the table locked back into position, she crawled up onto it as well and squatted over Andrew's waist, one heel to either side, her ass hovering about an inch over the growing bulge below. At this angle, her miniskirt was no concealment at all. He could look right up it to her thong, which barely covered her sex.

"Tell me, Slave. What else do you like to do to women?"

 

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Andrew was surprised when Mistress moved her breast away,he then did the same caressing with his tongue to her other breast until she moved away leaving him bewildred. He watched again as the table was mannovoured back to it's orginal postion,he watched as Mistress crawled up the table towards him postioninh herself just above the bulge growing inside his croutch.

He could see up her thong,noticing her sex was barely conceled temptingly within his reach. "I like to eat them out Mistress" he gasped in reply his heart racing faster as she was within his reach.

 

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Miranda

"Oh, do you?" she asked. She lowered herself onto his hips, pressingthe crack of her ass against his trapped erection, sliding up and down upon it a few times. "Sounds like you were talking earlier about those kind of lips after all, then..."

She crawled further up along his body, then sat lightly upon his chest, bringing her feet up to cradle his head. She was already growing a little wet... the domination of this man was proceeding quite well.

"Would you like to eat your Mistress's snatch, Slave? Do you want to taste her? To make her come on your tongue? I bet you do."

Miranda swung her leg up and over him, then walked over to the north wall, again out of sight. Once there, she retrieved a bottle of chilled wine from a small fridge and poured herself a glass. She then slid the straps of her thong down, under her skirt, and reached up to finish the job from below, sliding her panties down and off and leaving them behind on a shelf.

When she walked back into view, the only hint of anything was the missing straps of her thong; her upper hips were now bare. She took a sip of the wine, as if considering something, then clambered back onto the table, making sure to keep what was under her skirt concealed.

"So then, Slave. Here's the deal; you have as long as it takes me to finish this glass of wine to get me off. You can use your mouth, your tonuge, your lips, and your teeth. Let's see what you've got, Slave!"

She then slid up and over his face. He had a moment to see her sex was shaved clean, and that a delicate silver ring pierced her clitoral hood before she met his lips with her own in a wet, hungry kiss.