heh This would be around Book 3 of the Chronicles of the Midlands: The Slave Princess.
... You are in a better position down there...
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A Good Slave
The Dungeon was dark, except for the light coming from under the door from the hallway. The slave could hear Her coming - the heels She wore clicked loudly on the concrete. The slave could see Her shadow as the door unlocked and opened. The silhouette of Her was breathtaking, but the slave put his face to the floor and waited.
The power was turned on in the room, the lights and various machines coming to life around the slave and he jumped as the small motor for the suspension popped to life. The heels clicked around the room. The slave tried to move to a more comfortable position but that attracted Her attention. She stopped and the slave could not tell where she was or what she was doing.
His naked body was mostly on a blanket in the corner of the Dungeon, keeping the cold away, but his hands and face were on the cold concrete, waiting for Her to decide what to do with him that day. The movement of a chair scraping along the concrete made the slave jump, twice. He could feel his cock starting to move on it’s own, even though the slave tried to will his body to stop betraying him. »Read More
Picture of the Day:Amazon Queen
Shall you serve her?
A session glance
There is a noise. You are on your knees and were told not to turn, not to move. But the noise is loud and sudden and you have to see what it was.
*Smack*
The crop hits your shoulder, coming uncomfortably close to your ear as it swings past. Your eyes snap back to the front and look at the place you were told to look. There are more noises, but you try to ignore them as you look at the wood floor, a small divot showing something hard had hit there. Recently.
There is a tug on your hair and then a cloth is pulled down over your eyes. You can still hear. The noises are slightly muffled, but that just makes them more alarming. Fingers are running across your bare skin and you tense right before you think a finger is going to tweak your nipple.
*Smack*
“No flinching.”
The voice is calm, almost businesslike as you are reminded of the rules. Do not flinch. Only look where you are told. Do not speak or call out or even moan without permission.
The last one is hard as you feel a hand on your throat, tightening as a whisper of a kiss is brushed past your lips. You follow the pressure of the hand and stand, waiting as the blindfold is doing it’s job and not letting you see what is happening.
The hand is gone from your throat and you think you can hear a step to the side, but you cannot even turn your head to track the noise without knowing you will be punished.
There is a clink of chain and you feel something trailing over your shoulder. A leash is being clipped to your collar and you follow the pull. There is a small laugh as you knock into a chair, a push on your arm shoving you out of the way of something else, you hope.
You are led around the room, step by step. You can’t be as hesitant as you may want because of the constant pull on your lead.
It stops and you take one step too many.
*Smack*
You stand and then you are pushed slightly down on the shoulder, the signal to kneel again. You are on a pillow. Surprising as you hadn’t seen any in the room when you entered. You hear a chair move and it is right in front of you.
“Now... Let’s see if you have learned anything since last time.”
Your blindfold is off and you blink to try to get used to the bright light in the room. She is sitting there, and she must have been pleased with the session so far. She has a smile and is sitting so that you can see the lace barely covering her between her thighs.
She nods.
Smack – Handprint
There are many people who love spanking. I am one of them. I do Over the Knee (otk) as well as just smacking people when their butts are available. Most of the time, it is part of sensual play and sensation play. Sometimes it is part of a role play session because the Governess does not like what the naughty boy did. Sometimes it is part of a larger torture I am doing to someone so they have to sit on their red, painful ass as I do other things to them.
Spankings are satisfying in many ways for me. The sound of the hand on flesh is part of it, but the moan or sucking in of air that comes after the hit is wonderful for me to hear. Feeling the heat of the skin as I rub it, feeling the welts as they raise, is indescribable. Seeing the redness and possibly the bruises that might be coming up can make me giggle. »Read More
Snapshot Scene : Brushing her hair
She said she needed to put up her hair. He watched as the just below shoulder length hair was draped over her shoulder her hand stroking it before the brush went through it. It was not as long as some hair he had seen, but it was luxurious in the sheen and thickness. She leaned forward slightly as the hair had the brush pulled through, her bare shoulders seeming to have a fur stole around them between strokes.
He watched as she wrapped the hair around her hand, twisting it, coiling it until it was a tight bun at the back of her head. Two little sticks were pushed through, keeping he hair in place.
She seemed sterner now that her hair was up. The softness that the hair around her face and hiding her shoulders had given her was gone, the tight corset now all business.
Femdom Marking
“That tickles!”
She stepped back and smiled, but her voice had an edge to it. “Shut up. Hold still.”
He was spread-eagled on the cross, the manacles barely holding him to the wood as she worked on him. He tried not to wiggle, but the light touch was driving him insane.
“Mistress!”
A loud smack sounded through the room as she left a hand print on his bare ass. “I told you to shut up!” Even though she was trying to sound stern, humor slipped in and a slight giggle came out. »Read More
Snapshot Scene: Food play
He could hear the sound of metal on metal, making his skin crawl until he recognised that it was a swingline can opener being used. His eyes grew big under the mask as he could smell different things starting to come to him while he knelt where she had put him. Sweet and savory and vinegary... It all mixed as he took in a deep breath.
A hand on his shoulder and a calm word let him up from his place on the floor. The blindfold was taken off, the light much brighter than before he had been in darkness. The Dom smiled as he looked and saw the cans of food that had been opened and then dished into clear bowls. Chocolate pudding. BBQ beans. Tomato ketchup. A few things he did not recognize. He was wondering, and hoping, about the large dill pickles.
A towel was on the armless chair and some cling-wrap was on the sturdy table. The Dom moved and he saw that she had taken her boots off, a slight moistness on her feet from her washing them as he had been kneeling. Her hands went to her top and started to undo it, the breasts he had been hoping to see finally released. She sat on the table and smiled. She reached for the pudding and a large spoon. His eyes were transfixed as she scooped out some of the pudding and brought one foot up to smear it along her instep and toes. More was ladled out and her nipples were covered with the chocolate.
“I think it is snack time.”