<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/bUvpHLC.jpg)</div><strong>Name:  Stephen Downing (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13137161#msg13137161)</strong><br/><br/><strong>CLIENT</strong><br/><br/><strong>Situation:</strong>Yep, she's troublesome. Time to limit her ability to<em>be</em>troublesome.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Snogflog,<em>Closed</em><br/><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong><em>Bondage, playful violence</em><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Snogflog's behavior puzzled and excited Stephen in ways he didn't realize were possible. He'd already gone well beyond fear, so when she used the blade, he just watched with a stony gaze, wondering exactly what she intended with it. And then she submitted... to whatever degree he could genuinely call it<em>submission.</em>Giving him the knife, she positioned herself as he'd instructed, making it easy for him to close the torturous handcuffs that were already on one of her wrists.<br/><br/>He took another look at the knife. It was not what he'd intended to use, but its amazingly sharp tip would definitely be useful. He set it aside for the moment, and secured the second handcuff, locking Snogflog's arms behind her. He knew better than to think that they were completely out of commission, though.<br/><br/>With a chuckle of amazement at how this evening had been going, he reached up and grabbed both of Snogflog's ears, not roughly, but with enough force to compel her motion. With them, he pulled her back, driving her back up against his chest, with her hands at approximately the same height as his crotch, a deliberate positioning that he felt sure she couldn't resist. At this point, the one-inch difference in their heights was functionally irrelevant.<br/><br/><em>In for a penny, in for a pound</em>, he thought wildly. With one of his hands still holding and stroking an ear, Stephen dropped his other hand down to her neck, gripping it strongly, starting to put pressure on her trachea. "I don't expect it yet, slave," he growled softly in her ear, "but by the time we're done this evening, you<em>will</em>call me<em>master.</em>"<br/><br/>A challenge like that required one last step, something Stephen never would have thought of with anyone before. His body shifted position, and his hands relocated to have a better grip on Snogflog's neck, and he slammed her head down on the metal plate that still had some scraps of meat left on it. "Now," he said as the plate stopped ringing softly, "you will<em>stay put</em>while I retrieve some of the tools I'll be using." He reached down and behind, stroking her pussy, testing her readiness, before turning back to get the items that had caught his attention before.