Madame Tussaud's (moondazed & DonJasper)
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				Title: <strong>Madame Tussaud's (moondazed &amp; DonJasper)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DonJasper</strong> on <strong>17-11-2007, 06:45:39</strong>
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				===========================================================<br>Wednesday by Oren Jellow<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>To read Oren's first encounter with Madame Tussaud, click http://www.geocities.com/lierenatlit/madame_tussauds.htm.<br><br>690 Saginaw.<br><br>Saginaw street was a quiet residential turned professional district.&nbsp; The two-story houses that once contained families had been converted over to businesses.&nbsp; Madame Tussaud’s place sat between a psychiatric practice and a civil engineering firm.&nbsp; A sign on the front lawn read “Madame Tussaud’s” in flowing script.<br><br>Oren didn’t know that M was one of Aphrodite’s guises.&nbsp; Had he known, he would’ve been flummoxed and embarrassed – to have such a lofty being such as she - paying attention to one such as him.&nbsp; As it was, he felt comfortable and relaxed thinking that M was just another mortal woman.&nbsp; After all, he was just another mortal man.<br><br>Last week the session hadn’t gone so well.&nbsp; It started off well, but his inward-looking wife, Marina, bolted and Oren had been obliged to leave with her.&nbsp; Afterward she apologized for being afraid of her own shadow, and told Oren those things that wives say to husbands.&nbsp; Oren was certain that deep within Marina was an individual hiding behind her façade of a professional wife.&nbsp; Try as he might, he couldn’t find her.<br><br>Marina encouraged Oren to return to Madame Tussaud’s, alone.&nbsp; Allowing Oren to have his ‘boy's day out’ was easier for Marina - if the alternative was a courageous self-examination and risking failure on self-improvement.&nbsp; That way she didn’t have to change, and Oren was happy with his life.<br><br>It was late morning when he parked his car across the street from Madame Tussaud’s.&nbsp; He wore jeans, a long sleeve flannel shirt, tennis shoes and a brown leather jacket.&nbsp; While waiting for a car to pass, he kept his right hand in the pocket of his jacket.&nbsp; He trotted across the street, up the steps and boldly opened the door.<br><br>“Hello!!&nbsp; Anybody home?”<br><br>===========================================================<br>Re: Wednesday by Madame Tussaud<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>Madame emerged from her office and leaned against the doorjam, arms crossed.&nbsp; She eyed him boldly, top to bottom, her mouth twisted in a smirk.&nbsp; Her eyes briefly lighted on his hand buried in his pocket, before continuing her perusal.<br><br>"My, my... aren't you a naughty boy, barging in without even knocking!&nbsp; What if I'd been otherwise occupied?"&nbsp; Pushing away from the wall gracefully, she approached him, her deep emerald dress swirling around her ankles.&nbsp; As usual, she was barefoot, hair flowing freely, with very little makeup on.<br><br>===========================================================<br>Re: Wednesday by Oren Jellow<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>"What?", he said smiling with uplifted palms, "I'm not allowed to learn anything but what you show me?"<br><br>The scoop neckline of her dress showed not even a hint of cleavage, that Oren could see.&nbsp; The other details of her form were masked by the dark color.&nbsp; Chicks always thought that sort of subtle kind of thing was 'sexy'.&nbsp; Oren called them 'frustrating'.<br><br>He dropped his hands to his sides and followed M's lead on the distance and type of greeting.<br><br>"What are you hiding M?&nbsp; Surely you're not afraid of little ole me."<br><br>===========================================================<br>Re: Wednesday by Madame Tussaud<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>"What?&nbsp; I'm not allowed to learn anything but what you show me?"<br><br>"Darling, I have such things to show you... I thought you enjoyed my teaching style."&nbsp; Her eyes were mischievous as she reached out to run a fingertip along his jawline, trailing it down his neck, pressing more firmly, leaving a red track, her other hand unbuttoning his shirt expertly.<br><br>"What are you hiding M?&nbsp; Surely you're not afraid of little ole me."<br><br>She leaned forward, rising on her tiptoes to look into his eyes.<br><br>"Pet, I think we both know I'm not afraid of you."<br><br>===========================================================<br>Re: Wednesday by Oren Jellow<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>"Well not afraid exactly - "<br><br>He slipped out of his jacket and shirt, abandoning the handcuffs in the pocket.&nbsp; He'd want to take her, on his terms, if he was able to.&nbsp; She didn't have to enjoy being taken, she probably wouldn't, and it would be better for Oren's conquest if she didn't.&nbsp; Oren drew the line at open brutality, it wasn't fun, but wrestling wouldn't injure M too much.<br><br>He began to wrap his arm around her, to grab a handful of her hair.&nbsp; She deftly grasped his hand in one of her own and smiled sweetly, successfully fending him off.&nbsp; Her other hand loosened his pants.<br><br>" - but I'm not very interesting unless I'm charged up a little."<br><br>His pants went down, revealing a rather un-impressed and un-impressive man.<br><br>"It's a little chilly today."<br><br>===========================================================<br>Re: Wednesday by Madame Tussaud<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>Poor thing, he's so predictable. she mused to herself as she caught his hand in hers.<br><br>"Why don't you let me be the judge of whether or not you're interesting, OK?&nbsp; I think your radar is a bit off in that respect."<br><br>As his pants dropped around his ankles she smiled at his comment.<br><br>"Be a good boy and don't try anything silly while I get these off of you."&nbsp; Kneeling before him, she reached down to help him step free of his pants, purposely brushing her hair against the slight bulge of his flaccid member in his boxers.<br><br>===========================================================<br>Re: Wednesday by Oren Jellow<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>He stepped out of his pants, and kicked off his shoes.&nbsp; Then looked at some of the pictures on the wall.&nbsp; If he had to struggle to resist her seductions, or if it came easily to him, was difficult to tell.<br><br>===========================================================<br>Re: Wednesday by Madame Tussaud<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>She really did find Oren adorable; the way that he tried to act nonchalant, the way that he postured and puffed up his chest; she couldn't resist toying with him.&nbsp; Once he'd stepped free of his pants she looked up at him, slowly licking her lips, and leaned forward to rub her cheek across the front of his boxers before pulling them down to his ankles.<br><br>"Oh, sweetheart, I don't think you're happy to see me!"&nbsp; Rising gracefully, she took his hand and led him into her office.&nbsp; His features were carefully schooled, refusing to show her any reaction, but she wasn't fooled.&nbsp; It was impossible to forget the force that was Oren's inner Beast, and she planned to drag it from him by whatever means necessary.<br><br>Leading him to one of the chairs, she pushed him down into it, stepping back to rest her rear on the edge of her desk.&nbsp; She stood thinking for a moment, she didn't plan their encounters ahead of time, they were purely based on what felt right in any given moment, and a slow, devious smile spread across her face.&nbsp; Scooting back a bit more on the desk, she rested her hands on her thighs, opening and closing her hands torturously slowly, gathering her skirt, pulling it up to reveal her shapely legs an inch at a time.<br><br>"Tell me, pet, where should we begin?&nbsp; I don't want you to feel like you don't have any control over our time together."&nbsp; Her skirt rose steadily, revealing a tiny emerald green square of fabric covering the juncture of her thighs.&nbsp; She spread her legs slightly, wriggling back onto the desk a bit further, spreading them a bit wider.&nbsp; Releasing the fabric of her dress, her hands drifted down her thigh, stroking the soft flesh with her fingertips.&nbsp; His eyes were locked on her hands, and she could feel something building within him.&nbsp; It was like lighting a flame at a gas pump, and she knew that she walked a fine line, but it was an intoxicating experience, watching him change from Joe Average into a completely sexual creature, and she couldn't help herself.<br><br>===========================================================<br>Re: Wednesday by Oren Jellow<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>Erection Control.<br>Men have a relationship within themselves and, being men, it's often fraught with dominance issues.&nbsp; In this case Oren would've preferred to be calm and controlled, but the little guy decides thing for himself sometimes.<br><br>A new tack was required.&nbsp; The "I'm immune from your manipulation power" was betrayed.&nbsp; The betrayer didn't stand up and give M a proper salute, but it wasn’t the chilly little thing it used to be.&nbsp; He could feel warmth where before was draft.<br><br>Oren's mouth twisted in a slow smile, and his cheeks radiated a healthy glow. He rubbed his hands along his chest as she undulated before him on the desk.&nbsp; There was a note of triumph in her laugh as she read the hunger in his eyes.<br><br>"Are we playing charades?" she asked, arching her back and looking down at herself, "I believe I have a bit more to stroke,"&nbsp; she rubbed her hands over her breasts, the nipples growing between her fingers, "and a bit more to grasp."&nbsp; Without raising her head she demurely looked at Oren.&nbsp; Now that was the kind of salute she'd come to expect from a man.<br><br>Maybe she'd have to tone it down a bit until Oren knew what she was capable of.&nbsp; After all, he was drooling already, and she was still fully clothed.&nbsp; Surely a man couldn't possibly injure himself yearning after a woman.&nbsp; Could he?<br><br>===========================================================<br>Re: Wednesday by Madame Tussaud<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>"Hmm... I'm certain that I asked you a question... do I need to repeat it, pet?&nbsp; Because if I do, I'll remember your infraction, rest assured."&nbsp; Her fingertips glided up her breasts to barely skim along the neckline of her dress.<br><br>===========================================================<br>Re: Wednesday by Oren Jellow<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>Question!&nbsp; Question?&nbsp; Legs apart.&nbsp; Question.&nbsp; Nipples.&nbsp; What if I'd been otherwise occupied?&nbsp; Her tracing fingers along collarbones.&nbsp; No not that one.&nbsp; Question.&nbsp; PASS!&nbsp; Why don't you let me be the judge of whether or not you're interesting, OK?&nbsp; Rubbing the side of her neck.&nbsp; Why is she smiling?&nbsp; Breath.&nbsp; God my skin feels like it's flaming.&nbsp; Breath.&nbsp; I wonder if I'm blushing?&nbsp; Is that why she's smiling?&nbsp; Question.&nbsp; Are we playing charades?.&nbsp; Finger tips tracing the neckline down.<br><br>"No", he croaked.<br><br>Dolt.&nbsp; Idiot!&nbsp; Uh ho.&nbsp; Finger tips getting close.&nbsp; Nipples.&nbsp; Around and around, then up &lt;pause&gt; and down &lt;pause&gt;.&nbsp; Don't look.&nbsp; Think.&nbsp; Look up.&nbsp; She has spiderwebs in the corner by the window.&nbsp; Tell me, pet, where should we begin?&nbsp; She's standing up.&nbsp; Begin.&nbsp; Stepping this way.&nbsp; Begin.&nbsp; Begin.&nbsp; She's leaning over!&nbsp; Don't look - you won't be able to see anthing anyway.&nbsp; Lock onto her eyes.&nbsp; Nose brushing against mine!&nbsp; ANSWER!!!&nbsp; Thank goodness."<br><br>"I think we've already begun don't you?", he purred out.<br><br>That'll show her!&nbsp; She can't mess with me.&nbsp; I'm an oak.&nbsp; Control is total.<br><br>===========================================================<br>Re: Wednesday by Madame Tussaud<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>Her fingers grazed the first button of her dress as she watched his internal struggle, head tilted slightly as she waited to see if he could sift through their interactions and recall her question.&nbsp; As his face alighted she opened the first button, fingers moving to the second, but she didn't open it as she heard his reply.&nbsp; Raising her eyes to his, lips twisting into a frown, she flattened her hands over her breasts, following their contours downward, over her ribs, her stomach, pulling her dress up even farther, one hand dipping to pull the tiny square of emerald fabric aside, the other dropping to tease along the edge of it as she pulled her heels up on the table.<br><br>"It was a simple question, pet.&nbsp; It disappoints me greatly that you feel the need to play these silly games."&nbsp; Dropping her knees open wide, she pressed a fingertip to the top of her pussy, pressing downward, penetrating herself steadily, then ever so slowly drawing her finger from inside herself and sucking it into her mouth.&nbsp; Moaning low in her throat, she dropped her feet to the floor and rose, her skirt cascading around her legs, hands dropping to her sides.<br><br>"On your knees... NOW!"<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Madame Tussaud's (moondazed &amp; DonJasper)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DonJasper</strong> on <strong>17-11-2007, 06:48:17</strong>
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				===========================================================<br>Re: Wednesday by Oren Jellow<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>...she pulled her heels up on the table.<br><br>His eyes looked soft and unfocused with his pupils enlarged like that.&nbsp; Oren could feel his erection swell rigid as his pulse sounded in his ears.<br><br>blah blah blah . . .<br><br>Despite himself, Oren couldn’t help but get the impression that she seemed rather clear-headed about what she was doing.<br><br>… to play games.<br><br>He began to wonder if she was going through the motions, or really enjoying herself.&nbsp; Oren didn’t want to think of himself as an obligation to be accommodated.&nbsp; Maybe Oren was over-reacting - how did her other clients respond to her he wondered?<br><br>&nbsp; . . . sucking it into her mouth.<br><br>But if she didn’t enjoy her work, Oren didn’t want her to do something she really didn’t want to.&nbsp; Maybe he was being overly critical, maybe she was just trying to be nice.&nbsp; Time to draw in more evidence to corroborate Oren’s suspicions.<br><br>Although he was too distracted to notice, the skin covering his erection was less taut than before, and his body didn’t have that flushing heat feel it did before.&nbsp; Using vocabulary like “corroborate” and “suspicions”, it's clear that the inner beast was well and truly locked up.<br><br>Moaning low in her throat . . .&nbsp; Did she really like the taste of herself that much?, he wondered.&nbsp; It would be really cool if she tasted like strawberry ice cream – he’d moan over that.<br><br>Think, he thought to himself, remember she was smiling before.&nbsp; Was it “I’ve got it going on.&nbsp; My appeal is rampant.&nbsp; I am one hot babe.&nbsp; I am sex incarnate.”?? Or was it “Safeway is having a sale on garlic bread.&nbsp; We’ll have spaghetti tonight, if I remember to pick up some Parmesan cheese.” ??<br><br>Is she really feeling the things she’s acting, or just pretending?&nbsp; Was she being nice, or simply professional?<br><br>On your knees... NOW<br><br>He felt the cool tile on his feet and knees as he squatted to the floor.&nbsp; His skin felt cool.&nbsp; Instead of feeling slightly silly with his cock proudly poking out into the air, it’s wilt was plain to see.<br><br>He looked into her eyes.&nbsp; She seemed bewildered.&nbsp; He felt bad for being unable to get caught up in the moment.&nbsp; The truth stick between his legs didn’t allow him to deny it.<br><br>“I’m sorry,” he said.&nbsp; “I guess I’m under the impression that you’re really not enjoying this . . .” or you’re the most lifeless, unresponsive lover …&nbsp; &nbsp;Stop that!&nbsp; Maybe she was just trying to be nice to a low-hanging nobody like you Oren&nbsp; “I’m sure your other clients are very happy with you.&nbsp; I know Marina likes you.&nbsp; But.&nbsp; Well.&nbsp; It’s like this, every other guy likes to watch porno with the woman “Oooww Ooowing” like nobodies business and generally making a high-energy production out of enjoying herself.&nbsp; But I find that phony stuff uncomfortable.&nbsp; I need something well . . . more genuine.”&nbsp; His pupils had lost their dilation, and where small black dots in his eyes.<br><br>“I’m sorry.&nbsp; It’s my fault, but this just isn’t working for me.”&nbsp; He stayed on his chilled knees a moment, the rest of his body cooling in the drafty room.&nbsp; He was looking for reasons to stay, and he hoped she’d at least try to find one.&nbsp; It wouldn’t be hard.<br><br>===========================================================<br>Re: Wednesday by Madame Tussaud<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>She could see his face clouding as she spoke, and as she stood she knew that the Beast had receded, withdrawn, but she had no idea why.&nbsp; It wasn't a question of her desirability, or lack thereof, it was a question of learning what excited Oren and providing it.&nbsp; She helped mortals because she enjoyed doing so, because her natural ability to read people's deepest desires helped her to excel at it.&nbsp; She had no concept of arrogance; it was a non-issue for her.<br><br>Knowing what she did about Oren, she knew that his outer persona over-analyzed everything, picking it apart until it was a dull and lifeless husk before him, no matter how exciting it may have been beforehand.&nbsp; On one or two occasions during her centuries of reign she had misread a mortal, but that had been long ago and she didn't think she'd misread this one.&nbsp; In truth most of them were pretty transparent, and she thoroughly enjoyed this one; his complexity stimulated her genuinely.&nbsp; But she couldn't just speak those words to him, not only would he not believe her, she suspected that he'd balk completely and leave.&nbsp; So she decided to show him.<br><br>"But I find that phony stuff uncomfortable."&nbsp; So he thought she was faking it?&nbsp; Poor insecure thing... she thought to herself.&nbsp; Either he's never seen a woman truly enjoy her body, or he's to the point of overanalyzing that nothing I do or say will convince him.&nbsp; There were two obvious paths from this point... and she chose the one her gut told her to follow.<br><br>Stepping up to him wordlessly, the fabric stretched over her breasts almost brushing his nose, she looked down at him, one hand moving to cup the back of his head.&nbsp; Leaning down, her lips beside his ear, she spoke very softly.&nbsp; "Sweetheart, are you that unsure of your desirability?"&nbsp; The tip of her tongue traced the shell of his ear.&nbsp; "Don't you think the thought of you watching truly pleases me?"&nbsp; Rising again, she smiles softly.&nbsp; "There's one sure way to find out."<br><br>Her hand sliding along his neck as she stepped back again, she slowly unbuttoned her dress, pushing it back off her shoulders to reveal a simple, understated demi-bra in the same emerald fabric as her panties.&nbsp; Her dress whispered down her body, pooling around her feet, and she ignored it as she reached out to stroke his jaw with one fingertip, sliding one hand behind his head again, reaching down to gently lift his hand with the other.&nbsp; Leaning her hip against the desk again she widened her stance as she pulled his hand to her panties, placing it over them, flattened, cupping her.<br><br>"A woman can fake a lot of things, lover, although I've never understood why they bother.&nbsp; Regardless, she cannot fake the slick, fragrant evidence of her desire.&nbsp; See for yourself."&nbsp; She removed her hand from over his, placing it behind her on the desk as she almost imperceptibly massaged the back of his neck with the other.<br><br>===========================================================<br>Re: Wednesday by Oren Jellow<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>As her dress went down, his erection went up.&nbsp; It was all he could do not to nuzzle between her breasts.&nbsp; He could feel his cheeks burn in arousal and shame.<br><br>He saw her semi-naked body leaning against the desk.&nbsp; The curve of her hips drove him crazy.&nbsp; The feel of the heat between her thighs drove him crazy.&nbsp; He enjoyed the curve of her legs down to her pedicured toes.<br><br>He so wanted to stroke the crease of skin of her hips.&nbsp; He longed to worship the thin silky skin of her upper thighs.&nbsp; But no, letting his heart race, he allowed his eyes to caress her body.&nbsp; Slowly his eyes followed the line of her belly upward, over her belly button.&nbsp; Her body appearing to undulate; wide hips narrowing to her waist, and then up to her constrained breasts.<br><br>He began to shiver and tremble in growing excitement.&nbsp; His penis was engorged with blood; his swollen tip a rich dark color.&nbsp; It was proud and erect; the fact that M was hitting all of Oren’s buttons became poorly kept secret.&nbsp; Her neck was curved and elegant.&nbsp; He longed to penetrate her lips.&nbsp; To feel her moist flesh, to be invited in, to adore her into sexual release.&nbsp; Finally, their eyes met.<br><br>He withdrew his wobbly hand, and leaned forward on his hands and knees, his eyes downcast.<br><br>“I’m . . .”, his mouth was dry and he couldn’t find the breath.&nbsp; He licked&nbsp; his licks and tried again.&nbsp; “I’m sorry to have doubted you mistress.”&nbsp; He leaned down; she could feel his breath on her toes.&nbsp; “Please be merciful.&nbsp; I am your slave, your servant, your … your&nbsp; … pet.”&nbsp; He could contain himself no longer, and brushed his lips against her toes.<br><br>===========================================================<br>Re: Wednesday by Madame Tussaud<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>As he gave himself over to her a shudder ran through her body and she took a deep, unsteady breath.&nbsp; Seeing him kneeling before her, ass in the air, pleased her immensely, and the touch of his lips to her toes forced a growl from her.<br><br>"Follow me, pet..." Pushing away from the desk, she strode to the door, pausing to look back at him, wondering how he would choose to follow.<br><br>===========================================================<br>Re: Wednesday by Oren Jellow<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>Oren went to one knee to stand, but then she stopped.&nbsp; He paused.&nbsp; Then started to trundle after her on his hands and knees, but altered his pace midway.&nbsp; He kept his eyes downcast, but began a slower more sultry - more cat-like - tempo.<br><br>===========================================================<br>Re: Wednesday by Madame Tussaud<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>Watching him was a sublime pleasure, particularly after he'd altered his motions to be more graceful.&nbsp; An overwhelming urge to straddle his back and ride him struck, so she stepped to his side and did so, settling herself against him with a wriggle, burying her hands in his hair and pulling his head to one side.&nbsp; A stab of power ran through her, the power to use him as a steed, the rush of knowing that there's little he wouldn't do if she asked, and she couldn't help but grind herself against him as she soaked her panties.&nbsp; Leaning forward, she whispered in his ear, careful not to deafen him with her breath.<br><br>"You remember where the room is, don't you pet?&nbsp; We'll use the same one as last time."&nbsp; She couldn't help but sink her teeth into the juncture of his neck and shoulder, the muscles corded and standing out so deliciously, her tongue stroking over the flesh in her mouth as she sucked noisily.&nbsp; Knowing that she would become lost in the game of wringing a reaction from him she stopped herself, urging him forward, squeezing him between her thighs as if he were a horse, her hands subtly steering him by the hair.<br><br>===========================================================<br>Re: Wednesday by Oren Jellow<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>&nbsp; Her weight surprised him and nearly drove him to the floor, he gathered himself under her.&nbsp; The combination of her warmth and the muscle work keeping her aloft made his body warm.&nbsp; He felt the warm wide heat from her squirming hips penetrate into his body.&nbsp; The wholesome smell of her arousal indicating her pleasure, inspiring his own arousal and adding another source of his fever.<br><br>&nbsp; The pull on his hair as she fisted handfuls was constraining, controlling and not painful.&nbsp; He resumed his prowling crawl, making sure he moved&nbsp; his back enough, mostly forward and back, that she need tightly grip him with her legs and roll her hips&nbsp; to avoid falling off.&nbsp; His erection was passing through the temperate air, the fleeting tension felt as it waggled around his moving legs.<br><br>&nbsp; Feeling his head pulled by his hair to one side, he moved in that direction.&nbsp; Feeling his head pulled the other way, he moved that way.&nbsp; His feverish body began to grow slick with sweat.<br><br>===========================================================<br>Re: Wednesday by Madame Tussaud<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>It was a short distance down the hall to the room she had in mind.&nbsp; Stopping him at the door, she reached up and opened it, her breath hissing between her teeth as she felt him continue to arch for her pleasure.&nbsp; The hand that remained in his hair clenched more tightly as her thighs squeezed with increasing force, the wave of heat emanating from her arousal rising until it finally overtook her and she shuddered.&nbsp; Dropping forward she lay atop him for a moment, her breathing shallow and quick as she rode out the aftershocks of her climax.<br><br>===========================================================<br>Re: Wednesday by Oren Jellow<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>&nbsp; He'd not expected her to climax, and it took a few moments to realize what was going on above him.<br><br>&nbsp; He found - hearing her breathing - feeling her twitching - feeling the pull from her hand - of her orgasm unbearable.&nbsp; His own body demanded to follow hers into coming.&nbsp; Between his legs, his shaft tried to pulse itself into release.&nbsp; He couldn't release one of his hands to stroke himself without falling over.&nbsp; A mere touch would do it.&nbsp; Instead he could only smell her, and . . . and . . .<br><br>&nbsp; With her laying on top of him - with twin flesh pillows where her breasts pressed his back – his body was in high fever.&nbsp; Sweat flowed freely.&nbsp; It dripped off his nose, and down his sides.&nbsp; He began to lower his hips that he might reduce the weight off his hands and so stroke himself out of Madame Tussaud's torment.<br><br>&nbsp; The animal urgency was fading - it would take more than a touch now - but it would be still be quickly be done.&nbsp; Hurried and unsatisfying but his primal urges would not be gainsaid.<br><br>===========================================================<br>Re: Wednesday by Madame Tussaud<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>Feeling the Beast within Oren rouse was heavenly, driving M's devious imagination to new heights as she squeezed him with her thighs to indicate that he should enter the room.&nbsp; Exquisite visions of exploring each of the implements contained in the large armoire that stood against the far wall put a devious smile on her face, one that she may have made an effort to conceal if he'd been able to see her face.&nbsp; She didn't sit up, instead wrapping her arms around his ribs so that she could run her nails across his chest as he moved.&nbsp; The movement of his muscles against her engorged, sensitive nether regions drove her to seek out his nipples and tweak them with her fingernails, although her goal was not to inflict actual pain.<br><br>Oren was a playground, a wonderfully intricate and arousing playground that allowed her to freely express her desire to give him exactly what he wanted, which seemed to be a firm hand with a healthy dose of near-pain and a smattering of mindfucking.&nbsp; &nbsp; She looked forward to the time that she spent with him, he was a rare combination of sweet and spicy that never failed to whet her appetite.<br><br>Once he was actually inside of the room, about halfway to the pedestal bed that stood in the center of the room, she pinched his nipples sharply and curtly ordered him to "Stop." and "Stay.".&nbsp; Climbing off of him, she closed the door and locked it, which meant that there was no way out for anyone who didn't know the code to the keypad on the wall beside it.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Madame Tussaud's (moondazed &amp; DonJasper)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DonJasper</strong> on <strong>17-11-2007, 06:49:03</strong>
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				===========================================================<br>Re: Wednesday by Oren Jellow<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>&nbsp; His nipples were slick with sweat, and she couldn't get a good grip for her pinch.&nbsp; That's not the say he didn't feel it, but it wasn't the sharp sting he'd expected.&nbsp; He sat back on his heels, breathing, cooling off and trying to re-gather his strength.&nbsp; His hands rested on his hips.&nbsp; The tracks of her nails over his chest were now cooling into sensitive skin.&nbsp; Looking down, he could see pink lines crisscross his body.&nbsp; They were concentrated on his chest, and he drew his shoulders back a trifle furthering the impression of a broad wide torso.<br><br>&nbsp; My God, what a woman Madame Tussaud is thought Oren.<br><br>&nbsp; His erection was still proud in his lap and, like the rest of him, was taking a moment to refresh.&nbsp; After a few deep breaths, he became more alert - and began to wonder what Madame was up to.&nbsp; And began to risk stealing glancing about looking for her.<br><br>===========================================================<br>Re: Wednesday by Madame Tussaud<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>Standing behind him, she knew he couldn't behave himself for long... she loved that about him.&nbsp; He wasn't one to mindlessly obey, he wasn't a slave, which earned him her respect as well as her desire.&nbsp; As he glanced around she chuckled softly, stepping up close and fisting her hand in the thickest part of his hair at the crown of his head.&nbsp; Pulling his head back until his neck was straining, she smiled down at him.<br><br>"Looking for me?"&nbsp; She trailed the fingertips of her other hand down the prominent tendon in his neck, curling her fingers to graze him with her nails as she brought her hand back up to his jawline.&nbsp; "Tell me, pet, have you been a good boy?"<br><br>===========================================================<br>Re: Wednesday by Oren Jellow<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>&nbsp; As the top of his head was pulled down, he leaned back on his hands.<br><br>&nbsp; "I've been a good boy."&nbsp; He couldn't tell her posture, if she had a knee in his back and her other leg back, or if her feet were side by side.&nbsp; What's the difference?&nbsp; In one case, he could hook both her ankles with this wrists and push her back with his head.&nbsp; In the other case, he couldn't take her down.&nbsp; He allowed this ambiguity to pass, once.<br><br>&nbsp; He raised his right hand rotated so that his palm was towards her, his index finger pointing up - the other fingers curled.&nbsp; He held it above his ear.<br><br>&nbsp; "And my reward will be you rubbing your nipple on my finger, if it's hard.&nbsp; I'm not sure how much hunger you still have after coming on my back.&nbsp; Maybe it's all soft and floppy - like after a man is spent."<br><br>===========================================================<br>Re: Wednesday by Madame Tussaud<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>Chuckling at his cheekiness, she shook her head as she made a tsk tsk sound with her tongue.<br><br>"Poor dear Oren... is it so unclear to you who is the pet and who is the Mistress?"<br><br>She grabbed the proferred finger and bent it back just to the point of resistance.&nbsp; Whether or not he reacted was irrelevant, she was very much aware of the degree of his stubbornness when it came to giving over control and she was very patient.&nbsp; His unpredictability was somehow endearing.<br><br>"I will decide what your reward will be, if in fact you earn one.&nbsp; Surely you aren't so ignorant of females that you think that we flag after climax like men do?&nbsp; Perhaps that will be the focus of our lesson today."<br><br>Keeping his finger bent back, she led him over to the armoire without allowing him to rise and threw the doors open with a flourish.<br><br>"Today you will choose the implements of your bondage, pet.&nbsp; Should you please me, your reward will be more than a mere touch of my nipple."<br><br>===========================================================<br>Re: Wednesday by Oren Jellow<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>He allowed the tension in his finger to keep him in check, biding his time.<br><br>Her armoire was certainly well stocked.&nbsp; He started with a series of metal rings of varying size: from the size that might fit over a small finger to the size made by an a circle of an index finger and thumb held together.&nbsp; Oren marveled at the last size, and he began to wilt a little.<br><br>He took one, and fitted it to his cock.&nbsp; It fit tight, and he slide it along his length and pushed his public hair aside to fit the cock ring to his base.&nbsp; Blood, oh glorious blood swelled his penis until it was rigid, large and hot.&nbsp; He considered putting it to use right now.&nbsp; She must’ve felt him tense, because she pulled his finger back.<br><br>He hrumphed in frustration, and turned back to the cabinet.&nbsp; He pulled on black leather straps around his shoulders, the straps formed an “X” across his chest and behind his shoulder blades.&nbsp; Then he cinched some straps with rings attached to his wrists, and above his elbows.<br><br>He pulled the stopper off a bottle and sniffed.&nbsp; Sweet rose scents.&nbsp; He put it back.&nbsp; Another bottle.&nbsp; A clean spicy aroma.&nbsp; He poured some of the oil into one palm, then slapped it to his shoulder – he could feel the oil roll down his back and drip down his chest.&nbsp; He refilled and did the same to his other shoulder.&nbsp; He put the bottle down, ready for action not giving a damn if T was ready or not.&nbsp; Releasing the bottle, he was going to spring on her and see if she fit.<br><br>===========================================================<br>Re: Wednesday by Madame Tussaud<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>Her adorable little pet was about as subtle as a crowbar.&nbsp; She could easily discern what was on his mind and let him go, hoping that he'd think that she wasn't paying attention.&nbsp; The hairs on the nape of her neck rose as she sensed the force of the Beast within Oren rising, the tension in his body singing along her nerves.&nbsp; She relished reminding him of his place, showing him that superior physical size meant little when dealing with her, and once he was all prepared for his attack she did so with little fuss.&nbsp; He found his face pressed against the open armoire door, his elbows and wrists secured together behind his back, forcing him to thrust his chest forward.<br><br>Stepping away from him, she crossed her arms and leaned against the other door where he could clearly see her.&nbsp; Her expression was one of self-satisfaction, which she hoped would incense him.<br><br>"Interesting choices... I can definitely work with them."&nbsp; Her eyes didn't leave his as she reached out to toy with the ends of a black leather flogger.&nbsp; "Would you care to select which implement I redden your back with?"<br><br>For all of her cool demeanor, she couldn't resist raising her other hand to trail her fingertips through the oil on his shoulder.&nbsp; The sharp, clean scent suited him perfectly and she knew that before their time today was over she would smell of it as strongly as he would.<br><br>===========================================================<br>Re: Wednesday by Oren Jellow<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>A crowbar?&nbsp; Yea, he’d like that.&nbsp; As long as you meant the long pointy end, and not the curved end.&nbsp; God saw fit to endow him with an . . . appendage that matched his passion.&nbsp; Simple, straight and – with the help of the cock ring – throbbing.<br><br>He pulled himself away from the armoire and rested on his knees, his cheek warm from where it was introduced to the door.&nbsp; Sure she was in plain sight – leaning against the door.&nbsp; Her naval pressed against the door, her arms held down at her sides.&nbsp; He wouldn’t have thought that giving an armoire door a full frontal would be all that self-satisfying, but T seemed to be enjoying herself.<br><br>When she went to grab the leather feather duster, he got a hint of side-boob bulge and the curve of her back.&nbsp; That was nice in a PG-13 way.&nbsp; It was the door getting all the red-meat.&nbsp; Fucking door.<br><br>“Redden my back?”&nbsp; He thought for a moment.&nbsp; Well yes, that would do it.&nbsp; It was a little edgy for Oren, but it was time to stop paddling around the kiddy end of the pool.<br><br>“A long stemmed rose.”&nbsp; He allowed her to blink as she probably wasn’t expecting it.&nbsp; “The thorny side.”&nbsp; Again the blink.&nbsp; “A little blood won’t kill me.”&nbsp; Again the blink.&nbsp; “But it might kill Mr. Stiffy, unless there’s a little more red-meat.&nbsp; If that’s too much for you – I understand.&nbsp; Remove the thorns, and don’t hit too hard.”<br><br>===========================================================<br>Re: Wednesday by Madame Tussaud<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>Tilting her head, her expression moving from mild interest to intense hunger, he found himself on his back before he had much chance to react.&nbsp; Stepping over him, she lowered herself until her hips were inches from his stomach, not caring one whit about his level of discomfort.&nbsp; Existence outside of the room was fading for her, her mind dropping more fully into the headspace of the Domme that she truly was, her lips pulling back from her teeth as she nearly snarled.<br><br>Seeing him sprawled beneath her kicked her pulse up a notch and she became acutely aware of the scant little panties applying delicious pressure to her nether regions as they pressed into her flesh.&nbsp; The bottom of the silky green triangle of fabric was visibly darkened, the thin cord beneath it disappearing into the crevice of her lush derrière as the muscles in her thighs flexed and bulged with the effort of keeping her balance.&nbsp; She was acutely aware of the fact that he wasn't bound well enough to be forced to behave himself, but she had no doubt of her ability to control him.<br><br>===========================================================<br>Re: Wednesday by Oren Jellow<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>Much in the same way that some people sit in a steaming sauna and then jump in icy water, Oren was mentally looking forward to a back-lashing following by hot slick intercourse.&nbsp; He’d show her how hot she was by keeping his erection through stinging pain.&nbsp; It would take more than a rubber-band snap to drive Oren’s lust away.&nbsp; Oh yea babe, bring it.&nbsp; He briefly wondered about how she was going to do it, because with elbows and wrists bound as they were – access would be difficult.<br><br>His musing were interrupted, when she swayed forward.&nbsp; It was going to start, about ffing time . . .<br><br>He hit the ground with a clink and thud.&nbsp; Looking down on him, Madame Tussade saw his eyes focus on the ceiling and then glance around, his brows furrowed.&nbsp; She could just feel his radiant body heat through the thin sensitive skin of her inner thighs, when Oren came to grips with his new situation.&nbsp; She saw his eyes grow wide and then lock-on to the curvy place between her thighs.<br><br>First he saw ceiling and then . . .&nbsp; He couldn’t breath.&nbsp; His heart was racing.&nbsp; There was that smell again.&nbsp; Of her.&nbsp; Musty.&nbsp; Carnal.&nbsp; He couldn’t take his eyes off where her thighs met.&nbsp; God it was were beautiful.&nbsp; The way her thighs thinned just before they joined her hips, leaving that inner thigh curl as if to say “There is space here.&nbsp; Don’t you want to know what it’s for?”&nbsp; Then she gyrated her hips a little, and his skin erupted in heat.&nbsp; Not just his face but his entire body became more ruddy.&nbsp; A full thrust of her hips would probably break a blood vessel or something.<br><br>Gradually his wits returned a little, the ruddy pallor of his skin fading to pink.&nbsp; There were no curly hairs leaking out from under the fabric.&nbsp; She wasn’t thrashing his body.&nbsp; Come on, dish it out so I can fuck you, he thought.&nbsp; My cock is hot and feels like it’s going to burst.<br><br>Above him, she could see the expression on his face darken.&nbsp; He was a little bit impatient.&nbsp; And maybe a little bit angry – as little boys get when they don’t get their toys right away.&nbsp; His brows frowned, and a thought struck him.&nbsp; His eyes met hers, grew large and soft – pleading.&nbsp; He shook his head - first one inch to the right - then one inch to the left.&nbsp; She could see the muscles of his shoulders swell, and skin on his neck recede and his face turn red.&nbsp; He was pulling for all he was worth trying to free his hands.&nbsp; The power seemed to throb between her legs.&nbsp; He seemed to expand – taking more space between her legs - as he arched his back.&nbsp; Beads of sweat appeared on his brow.&nbsp; He rocked back and forth, bumping against the thin skin of her thighs.&nbsp; He was hard and hot and writhing.&nbsp; He gave up - gulping sweet cool air - as drops of sweat ran down his sides.<br><br>===========================================================<br>Re: Wednesday by Madame Tussaud<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>Watching him struggle was exquisite indeed... the rippling of muscle as he concentrated so much effort on gaining his freedom... the beads of perspiration that popped up on his brow... the swelling of something within him that called to her like a siren to a sailor.&nbsp; Her hips moved ever so slightly, increasing the friction of her panties as she slid her hands down her inner thighs, hooking one finger beneath the silken triangle and pulling it aside, her other hand carefully spreading her labia.&nbsp; Her smooth mons was flushed pink, her clitoris clearly visible and flushed red.&nbsp; An index finger and ring finger holding her labia open, she very lightly tapped her clit with her middle finger, her breath ratcheting from her as she shuddered slightly, nearly losing her balance.<br><br>His movements hovered around the periphery of her consciousness but her thoughts were vivid and disjointed as she tormented herself atop him.<br><br>===========================================================<br>Re: Wednesday by Oren Jellow<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>He raised his knees against her backside, to drive himself forward on his back.&nbsp; It wasn’t long before the tap, tap, tap took effect, and she took a deep breath of pleasure.&nbsp; This shook him - his shaft swelled in response to the primal ‘Female in heat’ message baying in his ears - and his heels slipped uselessly on the carpet.&nbsp; His breathing was more ragged and gasping than Madame Tussaud's, but his eyes were captivated by her working fingers.<br><br>His skin was flushed red, and his mouth hung open.&nbsp; Other than the rise and fall of his chest, he didn't move.&nbsp; Sweat trickled down his sides.&nbsp; His hands were hot and wet, pressed against his dripping back.<br><br>His cock swelled to discomfort, curse that cock-ring.&nbsp; He could look, smell, hear but not touch.&nbsp; It wasn’t funny any more.&nbsp; She took another humming breath.&nbsp; No not funny at all.&nbsp; This wasn’t fun – it was now serious.&nbsp; This was sex.&nbsp; There was a fun-loving female atop him – pumping out the pheromones - that he couldn’t pleasure.&nbsp; He felt the pressure of his passion, in response to her own, rise in equal measure to his frustration.<br><br>He tried to take a calming breath.&nbsp; Well if all she did was bring on a clitoral orgasm, he should be able to endure that without his penis bursting.<br><br>===========================================================<br><br>
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