I haven’t been totally, genuinely scared in quite a while. When it comes to play, I’m really into fear. I’m into that rush of emotion, that checking of trust, the way the elevated heart rate and squirminess of panic feels a whole lot like arousal. It’s why I love knives. It’s why I love the deep and casual invasiveness of medical play. I just really, really like the space of being terrified.
bit
I feel that if the tables were turned this would remind me of Heart and Ivy.
Hehehe.
Those little nooses on her nipples are just plain cruel.
“Every man winds up with the horse that suits him.” – Cormac McCarthy, Cities of the Plain.
Chained, Part Three
Very shortly, Popcorn arrived and Penthouse left me in his room to fetch her. Hearing them walk through his common area and chatting casually, I only blushed deeper. When I heard the door open, I could barely look up and instead watched two sets of feet enter Penthouse’s bedroom.
“What do you think?” Penthouse asked, moving past me to stand behind me.
Popcorn’s shoes were just a foot from my hands. “Very nice.”
Penthouse moved over to the bed-frame and unhooked the chain, holding onto it. “What do you say?” he asked me, tugging gently on the leash, “look at her and say it.”
It took all the will I had to make myself look up at Popcorn. Not because I was ashamed or that I wasn’t into it, but instead because I was unbelievably turned on. As I opened my mouth to speak, she smiled warmly. “Thank you,” I stammered out.
I could hear the smirk in Penthouse’s voice as he held the chain out to her. “Want to hold her?”
“I think I would,” she replied, before looking down at me. “You all right with that?” I nodded and she took it, weighing the chain in her hand and smiling. She gazed up over me, at Penthouse, and added, “oh, I like this a lot.”
I’ve seen this porn before. It’s a strange mix of hot and unsettling.
Fun fact: She’s sitting on a TV that’s stuck on the static channel and wrapped in plastic wrap. It’s that kind of weird.
O_O’
I’ve never been really enthusiastic about ponyplay, but the look of pride on her face and the pride in her posture really attracts me to this. She’s totally unashamed of what she likes. I’m wee bit envious.
She whined a lot about how gags made her drool.
He decided to indulge his inner engineer and come up with a solution.
Of course, now she’s just going to whine about the terrible taste of damp fabric in her mouth later.
She may have to take the punishment lying down, but she won’t take it sitting down. She’ll moan around that bit deliciously. She’ll squirm and pout in such an enticing mockery of remorse. She’ll tilt herself in such a way that her dress proceeds to ride up just an inch more each time he walks by. She’ll make him forget which one of them is being punished.
Ruka