just some erotica

The lights were dim, the air cool on naked skin. Shadows danced as candle flames flickered in the passing draft as someone walked up behind him. Cold iron kept his hands stretched high above his head, and were he to lean forward he could rest his flushed forehead on the cool wall that he was manacled to.

Finger nails drew gentle seductive patterns on skin already hot from being flogged and he knew that the gentleness was just the beginning. Training had his muscles tightening in preparation for what was likely to come. He knew the gentle teasing wouldn't last long. As the warmth of a hand smoothed welted skin in a possessive manner, the pressure of the nails increased and he drew in a breath aching for the torment to end and the seductive sadistic games to renew.

He felt the butterfly soft press of his Mistresses lips against his left shoulder blade and smiled. She was pleased with him. The butterfly caresses changed to that of a vipers strike as without any
warning save that he knew Her She bit down. Stroking Her hands over his rib cage and down his chest to his belly She pressed Her clothed body against his back.

Her face pressed into the curve of his shoulder and neck, her clothing stinging his marked back She asks if he would like the game to progress? Nails scoring the skin around his belling button in swirling patterns of fire She already knows his answer.

Carefully pouring a warmed and sweet smelling oil into Her hands She begins to massage and coat the tense muscles of his back. Lines of fire burn patterns over his skin as Her oiled hands lovingly follow the welts already inflicted.

Almost unwillingly he begins to relax under Her skilled ministrations. The tension in his shoulders easing as the warm oil sinks in, the burning sensation heating up his blood as Her hands move low to follow the curve of his as yet unmarked arse cheeks.

He shifts restlessly, widening his stance to give more access to the slick fingers teasing his inner thighs. Lulled he let's out a sigh as a single finger works higher until with a loud crack he feels the bite of leather and pain blossoms over his rear.

With a laugh his Mistress steps back and begins to work him over with the soft leather paddle. Never pausing till She can feel the heat radiating from his punished body. She replaces the toy in the chest by the wall and places Her hands in a bowl of ice water, the pewter bowl kept on a table by the carved wooden bed. Allowing the chill from the water and ice to leach the warmth from Her skin She walks back to Her still arrogant play thing chained to the far wall.

Placing both cold hands against the hot skin of his neck She sweeps downwards as he shudders and gasps at the chill touch. The heat of his disciplining burns against Her cold hands and Her body hums with the thrill of possession as her gaze takes in the form before Her.

Stooping She picks up some ankle cuffs and as he watches from his position facing the wall, arms aching from the prolonged position chained above his head She buckles them around him.

As She moves from one leg to the other golden hair brushes against him and he feels pride that he belongs to Her and also dark amusement knowing that he is nowhere near ready to submit completely to her whims yet that evening. She would have to work harder than She had so far before that moment when She owned him body and soul. That moment when he breathed as She did, when he was more attuned to Her feelings and wants than his own and that point when he would allow Her to do anything and that his trust in Her was absolute.

Tapping against his left leg She signals him to stand with his feet together. No words are needed while they go through such familiar rituals. Running a short length of rope between the cuffs She hobbles him while still allowing movement.

Standing She steps to his right side and stretching on her tip toes reaches up to free his wrist. Placing a hand on his shoulder for balance She realeaces the buckle allowing him to lower his arm for the first time in nearly an hour.

Lowering his arm, shoulder burning as the blood flow changes he strokes his hand down over Her golden mane and down Her back before resting it at the base of her spine with a possissiveness that She acknolwedges with a raised eyebrow and a silt tilting of Her lips in response to this bold move. Seeing the smile he leans down and steals a kiss knowing that he will pay for his boldness later but uncaring.
Softly he bites down on Her lower lip before sliding the tip of his tongue over Her closed mouth, silently asking Her permission to deepen the kiss.

She leans into his body, feeling his arm against Her back trembling from the change in possition. Knowing he is hurting from both the beating and the returning circulaton She deepens the kiss. Opening Her mouth their tongues duel as he slides his free hand along the PVC clad curve of Her hip. She reaches up without breaking contact and frees his other wrist.


The mirror across the room captures their entwined image. Her in black, booted heels lifted off the floor as she stretches up to press against him. Naked flesh, sheened with sweat and oil a pale contrast to the PVC as with a shaking hand he slowly draws his fingers through golden hair and sinks to his knees, breaking the kiss but his lips never leaving Her lush body.

Kneeling at his Goddesses feet, hobbled feet tucked beneath him he slowly draws his aching hands down her leather clad calves. Mumouring endearments he lays a trail of kisses down one booted foot before sitting back on his heals and looking at Her expectantly.
Bending down She softly kisses his forehead while running one hand through his hair, clenching Her fist to tug cruely, forcing his head up as She straightens.


"Any ideas on what games to play tonight My sweet one?" She asks. Tension running through Her body as She looks down at him. Antisipatation makes Her voice husky, Her breath catching and She clears her throat. With a knowing laugh and a wicked smile he leans forwards and places an open mouthed kiss against her soft PVC covered belly, forcing the grip on his hair to tighten painfully. "Anything that pleases You my Lady. However You choose to torment me I'm sure will be more than adiquate." Looking up at Her with a teasing smile, admiring Her full breasts, straining the PVC just inches from his face he feels his desire grow. He hopes the night takes a sexual turn and while he loves serving Her he silently prays She won't choose to put him into a chastity device.

Noticing the way his breath has quickened and his eyes, already dark have darkened further She realizes he has got caught in a trap of his own making. Teasing Her desires has awakened his own sexual needs. Though his use of adiquate makes her frown slightly disliking the notion that he may consider there play mundane. Remembering his begging of just a few nights ago though She realizes he is just teasing, that he considers nothing about her mundane.

Smiling broadly She slowly steps backwards towards the bed. Hand still fisted in his hair She forces him to shuffel towards, clumsy with his hobbled feet and the tiles hard against his knees.
Reaching the side of the bed She stops and realeases his hair and indicates he should climb on the bed. As he rises and sits on the bed, dark red sheets cool beneath him She nudges him till he is in the centre of the wide matress.


Sitting up he watches as She ties a second peice of rope to the one hobbling him and after knotting it secures it to the base of the bedframe. Allowing enough slack to enable him to bend or straighten his knees but not move from the centre of the bed. Turning back towards him She climbs onto the bed, short skirt riding high on Her thighs as She straddles his lap. Sitting up, hands braced at his sides he shudders as he feels a combination of skin, stockings and PVC brush against his rising erection.


Moving against him She smiles at the evidence of his excitement. Placing both hands against his chest She pushes against him "on your back and look at the ceiling" She demands.

After he has fallen back She crawls off him and up the bed, reaching into one of the draws in a table by the bed removes some more rope, a leather collar and a strip of black silk.

Picking up a pillow covered in soft lamb skin She places it under his head, "comfortable?" She asks. "Yes Lady" he replies still looking at the ceiling. "Good" She purrs looking down at him before taking up the collar and buckling it tightly around his throat and securing it on a short amount of rope to the headbord. Adjusting it all till the buckle is at the back, a D ring at the front and the rope runs under his head. "Still comfortable?" She mocks as he moves against the rope and soft fur.
"A little less so now my Misress" he replies. Neck arching as he shifts slightly, looking for the position that feels most comfortable to him.

Twisting and reaching down She pulls from under the bed a battered brown leather satual. Turning his head slightly he looks out of the corner of his eye as She places it next to his left side, the
scarred leather looking out of place on the expensive bedding. A quiver of excitment tightens his stomach, and a ripple moves through faint scars dotting the flesh below his belly button, so small and faint yet still visible against the darker skin. Seeing this She delivers a stinging slap to his chest, a faint hand imprint forming over his right nipple.

"I told you to look at the ceiling" She says, a warning note in Her voice. "You will spoil the surprise and where is the fun in that?" His lips twist slightly at the sharp unexpected pain, Her tone of voice and the strengh of the smack convince him that She is no longer in such a playful mood. Taking heed of the warning, knowing from experience She only gives the one he breathes slowly, settling deeper into the bed and preparing himself for whatever She decides to inflict.

Kneeling next to him She runs her gaze from his tousled hair, a darker blonde than her own, sticking up in places and damp with sweat, over his beloved face, pausing on his mouth before sweeping it down his body. Noting his hands, one resting lightly on the covers the other on the top of his right thigh, a healing bruise, the shape of a stelito heel just visiable under his thumb. His partial erection catches Her attention as She looks down the length of his long legs, visually checking the ropes that tie his feet inplace. Satisfied She turns back to him, and leaning down places a feirce kiss on his lips before straddling his head.
Knees brushing against his shoulders, soft fur against Her thighs as She holds Herself above him, allowing him to see the damp pink lace that only partly hides Her from his gaze. Smoothing Her palms over his upper arms She tells him to give Her his hands. Breathing in Her spicy sent he raises his arms, groaning as She places his hands under her skirt against the soft flesh of her arse. His fingers play over the lace he can feel as he lifts his head and places a hard, open mouthed kiss against her heat, making the damp lace wet as he tastes Her.

Settling Her knees more firmly into the matress She teases him, rubbing the lace over his face, scratching nails of one hand down his chest, leaving livid red marks and leaning over picks up a candle from inside the satual, the outside already distorted with melted wax and places it next to them on the bed. Further searching produces a pin wheel, matches and a purple bag, velvet soft and a splash of colour against the bedding.

She shifts restlessy, breath catching as he uses mouth and fingers to explore the wet lace, both finding their way under the material and rising up slightly she pulls the lace down, stretching it between her knees and across his neck. Rocking slightly, fists gripping the covers beside Her feeling Her belly tighten and heat flush Her skin she pulls away, holding Herself above his mouth but still teased by his slick fingers and his warm hand pressing into her arse cheek.

Taking control of the situation She pulls the hand teasing Her away and reaching down picks up the candle and places it in his grip and pushes his hand down, forcing his arm out at a right angle to them and repeating the exercise with his other hand She places the pin wheel, edges a dull black, into his care, making him aware of what he holds by running the sharp edges across his palm feeling him flinch against Her inner thighs.

The mirror across the room catches their reflection in flickering candle light. Him naked and crucified on the bed, welts and brusing darkening his tanned flesh, Her a pale Goddess encased in shiny black, golden hair a soft contrast to the harsh reality of the breath play her curves will enforce.