<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>Claiming his slave, but expecting her to be... troublesome.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Snogflog,<em>Closed</em><br/><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong><em>Bondage</em><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Stephen breathed a quiet sigh of relief that his proposition had won over. He was certain that if he'd lost that argument, he would have been very sore - and possibly broken in many ways, some of which the healers wouldn't be able to fix - in the morning.<br/><br/>Her limitations surprised him, but also pleased him in a way. "No<em>torturing</em>the ears," he agreed, reaching up with one hand to stroke her ear gently, "and stop when you say. A safe-word, so to speak." He'd heard of safewords before, but hadn't ever been in a situation to use one. Against his former government's demands, there were no safewords, only obedience or forced compliance. "But you said nothing about blood..."<br/><br/>He paused, glancing over his shoulder as the astounding redhead he'd seen earlier -<em>Psyche</em>, Madame Celeste had called her - entered the room. And, a moment later, her companion, who seemed far more interested in Psyche than Snogflog or Stephen. It was just as well - Stephen was in no mood to share, and had no experience with group sex, in any case. But he knew that this room wasn't purely a solo act; he was sure it could be quite busy, and still have all the room he needed.<br/><br/>He turned back to Snogflog, ideas still partially-formed in his mind. He'd seen some items in the room that he figured he could put to new use, but he still wasn't entirely sure how to do it. He was confident that he'd come up with it, though.<br/><br/>And then Snogflog dropped the last of her clothing, leaving her emerald majesty open for him to see. He couldn't resist the unspoken invitation, and reached out, cupping her breasts in his hands and feeling their curves... and sensitive bumps. He leaned forward and wrapped his lips around her right nipple, sucking and teasing for just a moment before sanding back up. "Turn around," he ordered calmly, "so that I can get you properly outfitted."<br/><br/>He intended to secure his prize with her hands cuffed behind her back. He had no idea how flexible - or self-destructive - Snogflog was, and a determined person could easily turn rear handcuffs into front handcuffs. There were other toys in the room that would make that extremely difficult, if not outright impossible; he could chain her so tightly that she'd be unable to move<em>anything</em>more than an inch without his say-so. But that wasn't what he wanted. He wanted to feel her flinch and gasp every step of the way.<br/><br/>He momentarily debated between a blindfold or a gag. Blindfold or not was two sides of the same coin - would she have the anticipation of not knowing what he was doing next, or the thrill of seeing it coming? The gag, on the other hand, was simpler, and for a while at least, he wanted to be able to hear her talk. Her voice was an amazing mix of thuggishly brutal and highly sophisticated, and he wanted to hear more. So for now, it would be just the handcuffs and the blindfold... and perhaps a spreader bar wrapped on her ankles, if she proved to be combative.