This is for you.

All I can think of is in number 2, if even one of them loses their balance.. it's all over... LMAO...

And your natural instinct would be to reach out for them, to stop them from falling...

The person, definitely. I'm moving away from an eye.

I would try to catch someone's eye if it fell out. Don't want it to end up on the ground all squished...

-Snickers-

I'm with Fr33k on this one. Not the sort of thing you want to have to blow the dust off of. Ya know like glasses you don't want to have to rub it with your shirt.

I just assume you're all gonna fall on me anyway. But if you guys get Eyeball in my hair... we're gonna have words. Unpleasant ones.

And watch your aim.
 
His Bitch

She struggled in vain, cried in vain, fought in vain. The nipple rings clipped to the slab kept her in place, as did the cuffs that kept her hands out. The lock clipped to her five inch heels kept her feet from kicking and the straps minimized the range of her motion. Even then. Even knowing it was futile, she struggled. Writhed and moved against the scant millimeter she had, to fight what promised to happen next.

"I cannot do zees while she ees moving." His accent was heavy, and the equipment poised in his hand stilled as he looked up at the one who had commissioned his work. The tent of his trousers couldn't be helped. Not when he was staring at her bared ass cheeks, bent over the hard wood slab, knowing full well what his compensation would eventually be.

"You're right." A good natured reply. The artist took a half step back as he reached for the cane. The cane was normally enough to quell most of her dissent, but this time, she didn’t care. His face hardened. Annoyed that he would have to resort to caning her.

It was the tenth strike that finally reduced her to broken sobs. He knew from experience she held out far longer than the five that broke her the previous time he had to administer the cane. “Will you behave now? Or should I continue until you do?” The whisper in her ear carried the edge of his anger.

Her body stilled. Shaken only by the hiccuped tears that continued down her cheeks. “Good girl. You should’ve behaved earlier, instead of making me resort to this. You’ll have to make up for it.”

He picked up a gag, popping the plastic ring into her mouth while it was still slack. The soft gurgle of a protest emanating from the gaping ‘O’.

“I think we’re ready to continue?” He offered the artist a friendly smile. His pants dropped and he slid his prick deep into her mouth. Her body shuddered, gagging when his thick length lodged itself into her throat. His hand slid down her cheek. smearing the steady stream of tears to press his fingertips against the throb of his cock in her throat as she struggled for air. Feeling her tighten further as the needle penetrated to ink her skin, etching across her ass cheeks in bold black italics, “Chris’ Bitch

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~​

This is for.... hmmm I'm not sure. Rainingheat. Freekles maybe? Scuttles maybe? Brit maybe? Are any of you people interested in this? Who's list is this sort of scene on?! I'm not sure if this scene is up anyone's alley of kinks. If it is, it's for you.

I used "Chris" for lack of better name, but please imagine yours there, or offer me a better one and I can edit.

This scene was something I read years and years ago, not on this site. It was extremely well written, to the point where I was scared witless reading it. I have long since been unable to find it, and this is my recreation of what I remember. Unfortunately, it only captures a shadow of the original scene. I hope at least someone else will be able to enjoy it.
 
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She struggled in vain, cried in vain, fought in vain. The nipple rings clipped to the slab kept her in place, as did the cuffs that kept her hands out. The lock clipped to her five inch heels kept her feet from kicking and the straps minimized the range of her motion. Even then. Even knowing it was futile, she struggled. Writhed and moved against the scant millimeter she had, to fight what promised to happen next.

"I cannot do zees while she ees moving." His accent was heavy, and the equipment poised in his hand stilled as he looked up at the one who had commissioned his work. The tent of his trousers couldn't be helped. Not when he was staring at her bared ass cheeks, bent over the hard wood slab, knowing full well what his compensation would eventually be.

"You're right." A good natured reply. The artist took a half step back as he reached for the cane. The cane was normally enough to quell most of her dissent, but this time, she didn’t care. His face hardened. Annoyed that he would have to resort to caning her.

It was the tenth strike that finally reduced her to broken sobs. He knew from experience she held out far longer than the five that broke her the previous time he had to administer the cane. “Will you behave now? Or should I continue until you do?” The whisper in her ear carried the edge of his anger.

Her body stilled. Shaken only by the hiccuped tears that continued down her cheeks. “Good girl. You should’ve behaved earlier, instead of making me resort to this. You’ll have to make up for it.”

He picked up a gag, popping the plastic ring into her mouth while it was still slack. The soft gurgle of a protest emanating from the gaping ‘O’.

“I think we’re ready to continue?” He offered the artist a friendly smile. His pants dropped and he slid his prick deep into her mouth. Her body shuddered, gagging when his thick length lodged itself into her throat. His hand slid down her cheek. smearing the steady stream of tears to press his fingertips against the throb of his cock in her throat as she struggled for air. Feeling her tighten further as the needle penetrated to ink her skin, etching across her ass cheeks in bold black italics, “Chris’ Bitch

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~​

This is for.... hmmm I'm not sure. Freekles maybe? Scuttles maybe? Brit maybe? Polly maybe? Are any of you people interested in this? Who's list is this sort of scene on?! I'm not sure if this scene is up anyone's alley of kinks. If it is, it's for you.

I used "Chris" for lack of better name, but please imagine yours there, or offer me a better one and I can edit.

This scene was something I read years and years ago, not on this site. It was extremely well written, to the point where I was scared witless reading it. I have long since been unable to find it, and this is my recreation of what I remember. Unfortunately, it only captures a shadow of the original scene. I hope at least someone else will be able to enjoy it.


HI VT...
I for one enjoyed reading this very much. I once, a long time ago, played out a scene in RP similar to this, only my character was being branded... it was quite intense and erotic...

Thank you for sharing...

:rose:
 
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