The Pocket Dimension of Words

[PenIsMightier1]

It is a place of ever changing reality. It is a realm the size of small room, the size of vast sprawling palace.

My pocket dimension can be entered through any door, through any portal, any who are welcomed and loved can find their way to this world that is as solid as the surface of a bubble, yet as real as themselves.

This realm changes to suit my moods, my needs and wants. It is a place of eroticism and writing. A place of relaxing and vigorous pursuits. A place to make love or fuck.

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So come enter, explore.

 

[PenIsMightier1]

Today the realm is large, vast.

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The sun is shining but it is cold. One could describe it as brisk, the perfect weather to say inside with a roaring fire, cuddling with a warm body.


My outfit for today

Stretching out over the large furry blanket, I listen to the fire crackling amiably nearby. I could make the weather outside warm, but today I want to be close, to have a naked body pressed as close to me as possible to preserve warmth.

 

[PenIsMightier1]

The realm has shrunk, it has gone darker, the warmth has slowly seeped away until the realm has become nothing but a dark library, let alone with just my thoughts


As it is now

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*pokes head inside, looking around. Whispers shyly into the darkness, "Mistress Pen? I think it's a nice space you have here. I feel the magick of the 'place between spaces' deep down in the blood. I'm sure you won't be able to keep out those who'll feel it too. The Witch will come, give her time. Likewise the wolf-kind and shifters. They have magick in their blood too."

And when this elvish blooded one returns, she'll be better fit company to be around, I promise."

 

[PenIsMightier1]

Smiles, looking up from a tall lectern, perusing a large dusty grimoire. The voice of the whispering elf seems much louder in the quiet of the library.


"Thank you elven one, I look forward to your company."

 

[Cosmic Knight]

Vast is the open-ness that greets my arrival, yet dark is the day. Despair? Or a secret tryst witth an unseen lover?

I lie, waiting, but for what?
Do I await my demise?
Or my lover?

Only that which cannot speak, will tell, but when?

 

[Britwitch]

Steps inside and shivers with a thrill of excitement to be in such a place. A place that thrums with possibility and magick. True magick. Holding my gift in my hands I approach her where she reads in silence.

Please...don't strain your eyes, my friend...

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This candle, like friendship and hope, will never die.
I cannot stay but I will return...I promise...

A kiss to her cheek then I am, regretfully, gone

 

[PenIsMightier1]

The candle appears on my lecturn, bringing light to the room that I hadn't noticed absent from the library.

The candle is small, but the witch's words words ring with their own majick, brightening up the whole room with a soft gentle glow.

The fading kiss appearing suddenly on my cheek, I reach up to touch it, hoping to capture it there.

 

[PenIsMightier1]

The morning light outside is dreary, the prospect of work in a few hours. I could go outside and face the world, instead I feel the build up of magic inside me, spreading outwards, permeating the air around me.

Pulling the covers over my head and then pulling them off again peeking out I find myself in my pocket dimension, where time has slowed, allowing me to just lay here snuggled up in the warm cozy blankets.

 

[PenIsMightier1]

I wave my arms wide as I step into my realm, drawing it out, watching as an icy landscape unfolds from a singular point, reality being woven together in a moment.

The realm

The air is brisk, the mountain ranges are lined with snow, but an expansive building appears at the same time, a heated pool looks over the landscape.

This serene beauty and relaxing building hides what lies beneath.

The realm below

I stand by the pool watching my reflection in the water, softly illuminated in the light, I draw the heavy fur coat around myself, keeping warm. The coat feels good against my naked body, awaiting the coming a magical being.

 

[Britwitch]

I pass into this magical space, drawing in breath sharply as the air chills my skin. Thinking I should have worn something a little more substantial.

Steeling myself against the cold, something I am accustomed to in all honesty, I seek her out. Eyes almost glowing in the darkness as I draw closer to her.

Whispering as I stand beside her.

...I'm here...

 

[PenIsMightier1]

I half turn, my eyes roaming over her skin, taking in the goosebumps being raised on her skin.

"Welcome to my realm beautiful witch, I hope it is to your liking."

My lips curl up as I watch the sparse material flow over her skin, pulling open my coat to reveal myself to her, my nipples hardening in the cold air.

"We can take a dip in the pool to warm ourselves up, but maybe that should be afterwards. Right now, I have other plans for you."

Placing my hand on her shoulders I lead her to a nearby door, out of the cold and down a stairwell. The stairs exit out into the dungeon, it would normally be cooler in the dungeon however now I have decided to keep it comfortably warm.

Pulling my coat open again, I let it fall to the floor. Placing my hands on her hips I turn her around, leaning in, pressing my body close as I kiss her deeply and passionately.

 

[Britwitch]

I can't help but blush as her eyes sweep over my exposed flesh, the silk clinging shamelessly to my curves. Doing precious little to hide the swells of my breasts beneath it and the hardened nipples crowning them.

"It is a truly beautiful place...but there are elements more breathtaking than others..."

I murmur as she bares herself to me.
I follow wordlessly as she leads me inside and down, gasping quietly as the dungeon is revealed to me. A nervous excitement dancing down my spine.

Then all I am aware of is her kiss. Of the heat of her body, kept from mine by the thinnest of barriers. The grip of her hands on my hips, the strength in that hold, the confidence and power in that hold. All of which combines to almost overwhelm me for a moment. I sigh as my lips caress hers. Hands rising to cup her cheeks, thumbs stroking smooth softness.

 

[PenIsMightier1]

I hold the kiss, her soft lips responding so eagerly to mine, the vibrations of her purring traveling into my mouth.

My hands move from her hips and around her ass, feeling the silk combining with her supple curves; my fingers explore, manipulating the material as they go down between her cheeks.

Eventually I break the kiss, but not breaking from her embrace and her hands on my face, her thumbs stroking my cheeks.

My words are barely louder than a passing zephyr.

"Do you want to be used witch? Do you want to feel my hands, lips, skin and whatever else I desire controlling you?"

 

[Britwitch]

My hands slip onto her shoulders as her hands sweep behind me. Gasping against her mouth as fingers delve into the cleft of my rear through the silk.

"Do you want to be used witch? Do you want to feel my hands, lips, skin and whatever else I desire controlling you?"

I shiver against her, her words hitting me deep inside with as much force as if she had yelled them at me. I nod, at first not trusting my voice to be level enough to reply.

"I do. I want you to use me, for your desire, your pleasure..."

I lean forward to kiss her lips briefly before kissing along her jaw and down the side of her neck.

"Here and now, I'm yours to do with as you will..."

I lift my head to meet her eyes. Mine sparkling and dancing with barely contained anticipation.

"Please...use me..."

 

[PenIsMightier1]

"Please...use me..."

My breath catches in my chest with those words, hearing her desires. Taking her hand in mine I lead her over to one of the St. Andrews crosses, letting her rest her back against the hard wood.

Slowly and methodically I bind her to the cross, starting with her hands, locking them to each limb of the wooden structure; as I cross from one arm to the other I move infront of her, kissing her for a moment, biting playfully at her lips.

I then kneel down infront of her, binding her ankles, glancing up and grinning with arousal as the negligee rides up her spread thighs, showing my glimpses of her wonderful skin underneath.

Standing up again I take one last look at her, covered, but spreadeagled, leaning back, her feet barely touching the floor, supported by the wooden cross.

A knife appears in my hand, starting off as a ghostly image and then solidifying in my grasp.

Taking the top of her negligee in my hand, I pull it away from her skin, keeping my gaze locked on hers to show her that she is safe. I place the knife at the material and and slice down. Holding the negligee away from her skin as I pull the knife down, slicing it away from her body, watching as it falls apart although not quite showing her off completely; her sex revealed but some of her breasts and nipples still hidden.

I move the knife up and take her shoulders in my fingers and cut through them easily. The witch's outfit then falls to the floor, showing her completely now. The knife disappears into nothingness again, to the realms of my imagination.

 

[Britwitch]

There are no more words.

Obediently I move and stand where she directs me. An intake of breath as the cool wood presses against my exposed back. Watching how she moves so effortlessly to position and bind me. Her kisses are fleeting, almost teasing, leaving me with a quiet whine lingering on my lips.

Soon I am bound, fixed. Arms and legs spread. The position parting my thighs and causing my ample breasts to stand proudly on my chest.

My eyes widen at the appearance of the knife but it is the prospect of what is to follow, not fear, that causes them to do so.

The knife glides through my nightgown as if it were no more than butter. Parting the fabric, causing it to hang to the sides. I look shyly at her through my lashes as the straps are the next to be severed, sending the black silk fluttering silently to the floor.

I am naked before her. We are naked together. Nipples hard and surrounded by puckered skin, my trimmed sex already starting to glisten.

I cannot take my eyes off her.

 

[PenIsMightier1]

I take a few steps back to look her over, her body spread so proudly but so vulnerable to me, her large breasts being pushed forwards as she is held straight against the cross, completely exposed to me.

After drinking in the sight of her I take steps forward until my body is pressed against hers, I know she wants to embrace me as I touch my lips against hers, feeling her muscles contract automatically.

My hands rest on her hips at first, but travel slowly upwards as my kiss deepens, slipping my tongue gently between her lips, but then withdrawing it again teasingly, keeping the kiss almost chaste.

Now my hands rest on the undersides of her breasts, stroking them gently and then moving up over her incredibly soft skin until I take her nipple between my thumb and forefingers, squeezing them and then pulling them, they are already so hard, pulling at them slightly harder still.

 

[Cosmic Knight]

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[Britwitch]

Another whine as her body presses to mine and I almost forget I can no longer move as I want. I want to touch her, hold her, pull her closer. But I cannot. For now I can only take what is given.

I tremble as her hands move over my skin, leaving a mess of tingling flesh wherever her palms travel. My lips eagerly reacting to the caresses of hers, my tongue desperate to taste, to entwine, with hers but she only teases me. Tempts me with what I want but cannot have.

My arms foolishly test the bindings, knowing they won't move. That I cannot reach down and curl my hand around her neck in order to pull her nearer to allow that delicious contact between us.

Then a yelp. The sound echoes slightly in the cavernous room. My eyes wider now and fixed on hers. My nipples tingling between her fingers, the sensitive flesh being compressed. I squirm ever so slightly, back arching a little to try and ease the delicious discomfort in my breasts. But it's in vain. My lips part into a wider 'o' as she tugs a little harder. Almost reminding me of what I asked for, showing me tantalising glimpses of what I might get.

 

[PenIsMightier1]

I pinch her nipples as she tries to ease forward, her mouth forming an O of slight pain, the pinching only makes it more so, not completely but I can see in her eyes that she wants more. I release her nipples, placing my hands back on her hips.

"If you ever want me to stop witch, just say 'snowday'."

With her exit presented to her, I lean in again my breasts pressing up against hers, her hard nipples digging into my chest. My mouth seeks out that spot where her neck meets her shoulder, that spot that is her weakness.

Kissing it gently at first I then bite down at the junction of skin, feeling her pulse racing under the touch of my lips.

As I bite down harder I reach down between my legs, stroking the lips of my hot sex before slipping two fingers inside, pumping them in and out slowly as my teeth dig into her neck.

Breaking away from her tender flesh, noting with pride the mark surrounded by teeth impressions, withdrawing my fingers at the same time and then raising them to her mouth, letting her taste my juices.

 

[Britwitch]

"If you ever want me to stop witch, just say 'snowday'."

Before I can confirm my understanding I'm lost in a world of delight as her mouth kisses my neck. I squirm against the bonds, arms and legs tensing as her lips, then teeth latch onto the sensitive spot. My knees feel a little weak, a feeling that intensifies as her bit grows harder. I whimper softly, then a little louder. But as much as it hurts, it feels so good. I can feel my sex growing wetter, my aching nipples throbbing against her chest.

I hear her fingers stimulating herself moments before they appear before me. I can smell her scent, see the glistening evidence of her arousal on her fingers. I part my lips and suck them slowly into my mouth.

As her taste hits my tongue my sucking becomes greedy. Tongue stroking the digits lasciviously as my half lidded eyes meet hers. My neck is tingling, along with the rest of me. She tastes so, so good.

 

[PenIsMightier1]

I can only smile proudly as she suckles so greedily at my fingers, withdrawing them from between her lips and delving them back into the depths of my hot sex, giving a soft moan of satisfaction as I watch her uselessly watching me, then bringing out my fingers again I place them once more at her lips.

As she licks them clean again I lower my head, placing soft kisses on her breasts and then taking her hard puckered nipple into my mouth I suck at it and then bite down again not too hard but harder as each moment passes by, then letting go and doing the same to her other.

My fingers clean I pull them out and replace my hand with my own mouth, kissing her once more, savouring her full lips.

I then lower myself to my knees, kissing up the inside of one leg, but as I reach her knee I bit down behind, giving it a sharp nip, watch her reaction my hands caressing her supple form.

"More?"

A single word, but I know that it will depths to her.

 

[Britwitch]

A whimper as her fingers are removed, then a whine as they re-enter her sex. Licking my lips subconsciously as I watch her remove them and bring them back to my mouth.

Once more I suck and lick, the heady taste of her making my body throb with an aching need. I sigh around her fingers as her mouth moves down to my chest. The yelp that comes in response to her bite is slightly muffled by her fingers. I twist slightly against the bonds as her bite intensifies. My sensitive nipple squeezed tighter and tighter between her teeth. Then the other. I whine around her fingers, sucking them, almost fucking them with my mouth.

Our kiss, whilst brief, is no less passionate than what has gone before. My head pulls away from the cross as much as it can, trying to maximise the contact between us.

Then she's gone. I look down to see her kneel before me. My eyebrow arching before I can stop it. Then a sigh and a fluttering of eyelids as she starts to kiss up my leg. I twitch and yelp as her teeth nip my knee. Muscles tensing in vain.

"More?"

"Yes...yes please, always...always more..."

I know I'm begging. I know she knows how desperate I am. I know that probably makes it all so much worse. But I also know it could make everything so much better too.

 

[PenIsMightier1]

My teeth bare themselves as my lips curl up into a wicked grin as she begs, returning to kiss further up the inside of her leg, my lips tasting her creamy thighs. Every so often I nip at the skin.

I breathe in deep as I reach her crotch, inhaling the musky smell of her aroused sex, pressing my nose up against her lips, letting my nose rub against her clit, sliding my tongue out and running the full length of her wet lips, down the inside and then back around the outside.

I take my time savouring her sex as I lick around her lips, sometimes slipping inside, moving my tongue over her clit, sensing her twitch and pull against the bonds.

Satisfied that I have built up her need I stand up, looking deep into her eyes, noting the movement of her breasts as she breathes deeply.

I reach down and cup her mound, stroking up and down for just a moment before giving her wet lips a short sharp smack, it sounds loud from my cupped hand, but I don't hit hard knowing she will be even more sensitive here.