Wolven Den

Slips in quietly, realizing I am probably late for Fira's play. Spotting her, I rush over to Luna, wrapping myself around her.

Good morning, Miss Luna!
 
*sensing someone near, my eyes open from where i have fallen asleep on on the couch and see Luna & Scarlet...keeping quite, i wait to see if she notices me...a small smile on my face*
 
Blushing I find a pillow to sit on as not to interrupt Fira's time. I smile over at her softly.

Hello, I'm Scarlet

I say to the one I don't know.
 
Grins after being greeted by my pretty scarlet, I finally smell Fira, awake and with me...

Hello pretty Fire girl. Are you ready to help me this morning?

Whispers to Trinnie...

You watch it, baby girl or I may be forced to take....measures.
 
*shivering slightly as i rise from my place on the couch, stepping up to Luna and sinking to my knees in front of her, my head bowed*

always Miss Luna...
 
Good. Come with me, pretty.

I raise her from her knees, by simply taking her hand in mine. We walk quickly, to my back room.

Once we enter here, there is no turning back. You know this, yes?

I give her no chance to answer. Instead, I push the door open and tug her behind me, into the womb of my den. I glance back once, to see if scarlet is with me...and then I shut the door.

The room hasn't changed much. The cross is still on the far wall, the manacles and shackles still placed willy-nilly where ever I felt the urge to place them. I do have two new additions~ a solid wood spreader bar and a pair of stainless steel cuffs.


To the center of the room sweet. Strip for me and then stand, legs at least hip distance apart, arms behind your back, head up.
 
Slipping in quickly behind Luna, I sit off to the side, not wanting to impose. My breath is already coming fast as she commands Fira.
 
*a wordless nod as i follow willingly...a quick glance back at Scarlet as i notice her slip in behind us. my simple shift dress and thong are quickly disposed of. a slight tremor runs through my body as i stand as bidden, waiting nervously for my next command*
 
With no further words, I move close enough to touch her, my fingers trailing over her skin, down over her legs as I reach for the spreader bar and lock it into place. Each cuff is soft and cushioned inside, strong thick leather outside, so that there are no marks left behind.

Rising to my feet, I stride behind Fira, the steel cuffs dangling from my fingertips. Soft stroking touches along her spine, her wrists, the back of her neck and then I cuff her wrists behind her back.


Are you comfortable, pretty? Now then, before we go any further, just how ticklish are you?
 
*whimpering slightly as her fingers roam over me, the bar something new to me, although i've seen them in use before...the nails trailing over my back, neck and wrists leave goosebumps in their wake, an imperceptible shiver as i feel.hear the cold steel locking my hands together...a slight nod as i test the cuffs, the extent of my movement, only slightly worried about the ability to maintain my balance with the bar in place..a bit of an impish grin plays on my lips as i answer*

not very, Miss Luna...
 
Not very, darlin girl? Okay then you should be fine with this.

Taking a large white feather, I kneel before Fira yet again, and spread her nether lips open one handedly so that I can see the moist recesses and the nubbin of flesh hidden beneath those folds.

I apply the tip of the feather directly to her clit, circling it slowly over the sensitive skin before dragging the softness downward, over soft pink inner flesh. The movement is slow, repetitive. Tip on clit...circle, circle, then down, down, up up, then clit again..no other movement at all.

I look up at her face and watch her eyes as my hand continues the soft teasing movements...


How is that, pretty?
 
I can't help but shiver, remembering the last time I was here. My eyes watch Fira, loving every sound that she makes. I sit in awe at Luna's techniques, not able to pay much attention before.

My lips part slightly as I move a bit closer, not enough to interfere but wanting to see a little better.
 
*whimpering softly, squirming under the touch of the feather...the sensation not so much tickling as arousing...i can feel another tickling sensation...that of my own juices beginning to slip down the insides of my thighs, my breath hisses out between my teeth*

yesss...
 
Leaning forward, my hand stops its movements so that my mouth can replace the feather. Light tongue flicks, just on her clit, speeding up for a few frenzied moments before I stop and go back to the feather.

clit, circle, down, up...clit, circle....


You do appear to enjoy this very much, Fira sweet. Tell me why. Speak slowly. Explain.

My hand doesn't stop. It never stops. Never speeds up, never follows a different track. Instead, I wait, focusing on her breathing, the rapid rise and fall of her chest.
 
*my breathing increases with each stroke of the feather...the warmth of her tongue suddenly replacing it nearly causes my legs to buckle beneath me as i groan loudly...gasping whimpers at the return of the feather's light caress...my mind tries to focus on what she's asked me...so difficult to get past the sensations she's creating in me to form the words*

feels...good...
 
I hear her whimpered words but since they don't answer my question, I stop. I run nails up her inner thigh and then slap her once, hard enough to leave a red mark behind on the smooth paleness of her thigh.

Answer me please. Don't make me ask again.
 
I gasp at the hit, my hands clamping down on my mouth as I scoot back. My eyes watch as her skin pinks from that one slap, feeling my body reacting as I wait to hear her answer, so very thankful I was allowed to be present.
 
Fira, I am waiting.

My voice is husky, a deep growl underlying the spoken words. To submit to me, even in play, requires stamina and focus. One should never lose track of what I require.
 
*a sharp intake of breath, confusion in my eyes as i whimper, thinking i had told her why...most of the sensations my body was enjoying fleeing in the wake of the slap, my attention more able to focus...stammering slightly*

i-it feels g-good....

*blushing furiously*

i...i like the r-response my b-body has to it...
 
I ease back, my eyes going to her face, to her trembling limbs, to the way she is presented to me.

I am glad you like it, pretty. I need to know more about what makes you tick so that the next time we play I will have even more things I can choose to employ. Floggers are ok, as are slaps and feathers.

My voice is husky and while I am speaking, I return to my previous movement, using the feather on sensitive inner flesh. Now though, I vary the pace, first fast then excrutiatingly slow, never in any discernible pattern. I can see the wetness dripping from pouting nether lips and it thrills me. I know she needs more but, as yet, I don't want to give it to her.

Did we try clamps last time, sweetling?
 
*the feather starts its teasing again, my mind going foggy in the sensations again...at her question, my mind flies back to the last time we played...the chill of the ice, the warmth of her mouth, both working in tandem to bring my nipples to aching points before she had applied the clamps...a low moan escapes as my nipples harden at the memory and i manage a nod along with a quick shiver*

yes...
 
A slow smile as I allow my own mind to go back in time, remembering silver clamps and ice cubes...a remote egg and a ...

Mirror! That's what I need for next time. I love it when you watch yourself, sweet.

I had stopped with the slow torture, deciding instead that I wanted to feel her, in any way that I could. After a few moments debate, I removed the spreader bar and tugged her toward the table. Then I released her wrists from the cuffs and motioned her up onto the table.

Hop up, my pretty. Lay down on your back. Arms above your head in a comfortable position, feet planted.
 
*quickly moving to do as i'm told, blushing at the memory of the mirror...she would focus on the one thing that made me the most uncomfortable!...i lay back on the table, my arms over my head in the position that has become so comfortable that i even find myself sleeping with them that way...my feet settle into position, and i wait for her next touch...*
 
I move quickly, anchoring her arms above her head, locking her ankles into position. Then I stop. Just gazing for a long moment, enjoying her body and the way it looks, all spread out, wet, ready...for me.

Clamps first, just nipples.

Leaning forward, I capture a nipple and begin to suckle, hard, fast, deep. Then light bites, grazing the flesh, over and over until her nipple stands swollen and proud. Reaching into a little tray beneath the table, I pull out a silver clover leaf clamp and apply it. Then I move to the opposite side of the table and repeat my ministrations, listening for her noises.

Oo pretty.

Next I climb up onto the table, sliding my hand up until it cups her pretty cunt. A finger eases inside and I add another one, tilting them slightly for better penetration and to provide stimulation to the the little ridge of nerves just inside her vaginal walls. Slowly, my fingers begin their in and out, glistening lightly with her juices...

How you doing, darlin?
 
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