Bound and Wed (Zoarster and Rochester)
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				Title: <strong>Bound and Wed (Zoarster and Rochester)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 08:48:02</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0b/Tokugawa_residence.jpg)</div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/94/Akira--Rochester.jpg)</div>The strong Japanese man swept Masha off of her feet, quite literally, as they exited their red Prius. Smiling to her all the way and carrying her with a quiet, composed confidence, Akira carried Masha across the threshold of their brand-new Virginia home, putting her down in the living room, just inside the door from their spacious porch. Though the room was cluttered with boxes, it felt different to him--it felt real, it felt solid... it felt like <em>home</em>.<br><br>It had been a long and tough romance for Akira and Masha. They'd met as undergrads at Columbia, where a younger Akira, a strict and conservative Buddhist, had somehow ended up hanging out with, and eventually flirting with and dating, the Pagan, liberal, and white Masha. Akira's family had been enraged, but it was only after graduation, when Akira left a high-paying job in LA's financial sector to join Masha in DC, working as an economic consultant at a development NGO, that the family formally disowned him. Now, Akira's only family tie was his brother, Kenji.<br><br>To be fair, dating and eventually marrying a white girl wasn't the only thing that had caused the schism. Akira himself had changed as a result of his relationship with Rubina--for the better, he believed. His Confucian-influenced Buddhism had now been all-but-effaced by a mixture of naturalistic Shinto and mystical Zen beliefs, and the stringent drive for material success that his family imbued had been replaced by higher callings.<br><br>And then there was all that had changed that the elder Tokugawas didn't even know about. Akira and Masha, though a perfect couple outside their house, had quite a different relationship in the bedroom, and it was about to change even more. Before marriage, they'd dabbled a bit in the world of BDSM, but, after Akira moved to DC and proposed to Masha, she'd promised that, after they were married, she'd be his in the bedroom. It was a promise made out of love and trust--and, of course, more than a little kinkiness--but the basement dungeon that they'd planned into the house was to be the consummation of that promise.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ты всё, что мне нужно (Zoarster and Rochester)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 02:11:26</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Masha was radiant with her excitement. She smiled at Akira, looking around them at the house full of boxes. "You ready?" She asked, the smile spreading to a grin. Her thoughts went a mile a minute as she stepped deeper into their new home. There was so much to be done! Furniture deliveries, unpacking, grocery shopping... she took a deep breath and let it out slowly. This was their house. Their house to make into a home over the next few weeks, to fill with memories for the rest of their lives. It was an incredible feeling. <br><br>She slowly wandered into the kitchen, just taking in the sight of the place. It was beautiful. She ran pale fingertips over the counters and cabinets, looking out the windows as she approached the living room. She felt so foreign in the big, empty spaces. But soon it would feel like she had lived here her whole life, like she had never left New England. She had expected moving further south to be a big change, but surprisingly enough it wasn't. The weather was the same, the seasons still changed. The pace was somewhat slower than that of New York, but keeping a rigorous schedule was a personal choice that Masha could make anywhere. <br><br>She turned back and looked at her new husband. "We did good, baby. It's a gorgeous house." She nodded to emphasize her point, crossing her arms over her chest to hug herself in a familiar habit. </span><br><br><br><div align="center">(http://i747.photobucket.com/albums/xx116/fauxgateau/Characters/2iacx89.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ты всё, что мне нужно (Zoarster and Rochester)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 02:45:39</strong>
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				"Yeah, we did." Akira grinned broadly, looking out the huge glass windows to see the outside. Every room was almost as if it were a part of nature--except for the bathrooms, naturally, and even those were equipped with plumbing that was designed to be rustic, or reminiscent of streams and rivers. In a familiar nurturing gesture, he wrapped his arms around her even as she hugged herself, bringing her close and inhaling to fill his lungs with her scent.<br><br>Letting go of her lightly, his eyes glanced over to the corner of the living room, where a staircase led up, and another door beneath the staircase led down to the basement. His gaze lingered on that door for a while, but the time didn't feel right yet. "Let's go see the bedrooms." He grabbed her hand and led her upstairs, where the master bedroom had an all-glass wall facing east to allow the sun to wake them, and a large bathroom with both a shower and a whirlpool tub. A smaller second bedroom and a guest room were also on the floor, along with a small office.<br><br>He took a step back, wrapping his arm around her waist as he stared out the window. "Wow... I can't believe we get to wake up to this every morning." A smirk grew to a smile as he put a hand on her chin, pulling her gaze up before he pecked her on the lips. "And I really can't believe I get to wake up next to this every morning." A warm laugh and a glance around--the bed and dresser had been set up by the movers, but boxes of clothes and sheets were still piled near the walk-in closet. "But we should probably get this room unpacked soon, we need someplace to sleep tonight after all..." <br><br>And so the next few hours flew by in poofs of white sheets, scratching of drawers opening, and the click of metal and wood hangers snapping on to their rods in the closet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ты всё, что мне нужно (Zoarster and Rochester)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 08:29:01</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Masha sat down on the plush carpeting and took a deep breath before reaching for the scissors and her first box. Sheets went in the linen closet, with the exception of a set that she selected and laid on the bed to make the bed with later. Extra quilts and blankets followed. Then a box of lamps and their matching shades, which were placed on their nightstands respectively, accompanied by framed photos. <br><br>Masha moved the heaviest boxes, those packed full of books, in front of their bookcases by sliding them across the floor. They would be out of the way there until they were ready to unpack them. Next she moved to a a small wooden table that had been placed on the north wall. There was a box underneath it marked "Altar". She slit the box open carefully with the scissors, and peeled back the flaps so that they lay aside. The first thing on the table was the altar cloth, a pure white silk with an embroidered upright pentacle in the center in purple thread. The needlework had been done by a friend of Masha's, it had been a Beltane gift. She placed the cloth carefully so that the embroidery was in the center. A small resin statuette of the goddess Freyja was placed in one corner, a ceramic hand-painted oil burner depicting a moon in a starry night sky sat in the corner opposite. She place an old wooden box against the back wall, which Akira knew held candles, incense, and herbs. A large seashell was placed in the front left corner with a single white candle in a candlestick on top, a piece of amethyst beside it. Finally, she placed a wooden, hand-carved incense burner - which she outfitted with a stick of lilac. <br><br>Then she broke down the box and moved on to clothing to be put in the closet. She went through a box of work attire before she got to the box with all of her negligee in it. She paused as she pulled out a black silk nightie. "Hey, baby...?" She called to her husband, looking up with a crooked smile he knew all too well. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound and Wed (Zoarster and Rochester)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 08:52:43</strong>
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				"Yes dear?" Akira was in the process of unpacking his business attire, sorting ties and trying to hang them in some semblance of order on the electronic tie sorter that his parents had bought him one Christmas. He had a couple of ties in his hands as he turned toward Masha, so caught up in his work that it took him a moment--though only a moment--to realize what she wanted and return her smirk as he stepped toward her, hand holding the ties now down by his side.<br><br>"Well... I guess we should test to be sure that the movers didn't damage our hardwood bed, shouldn't we?" Akira's own smirk widened to a grin as he stepped closer, a fire igniting in his eyes. His steps as she slipped out of her more casual attire and into the sexy outfit were slow, deliberate, like those of a Kabuki actor. His eyes never left her as his tongue slowly, almost animalistically, licked his lips.<br><br>Akira was less than six inches from Masha when he shifted gears, his deliberate motions giving way to blazing speed as one hand shoved his bride roughly to the bed, head first. His other was already slipping the tie around her head and tying it tightly into a gag for her mouth. It quickly moved to her hair, pulling her up on the bed--at which point his other hand had already tied one end of the tie around her wrist, and was looping the other end around a post before tying her other one as well. "Now this is more like it..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound and Wed (Zoarster and Rochester)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 21:34:40</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i747.photobucket.com/albums/xx116/fauxgateau/Characters/2qlgvep.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Masha couldn't help but smile at her husband as she undressed, tantalizingly slowly stripping down to her bra and panties before slipping the nightie on over them. She loved that hungry look in his eyes, that gleam that let her know he desired her. "That's a good idea, you know movers - they can be really.... clumsy." She bit her lower lip at this last, taking a purposeful step towards the bed. She watched him move towards her slowly, that predatory way he had of looking at her when he knew she was his to take. <br><br>And then he went for the kill, pushing her onto the bed with surprising speed and accuracy. She was already gagged and half tied down by the time she had the chance to struggle. Pinning down her last arm was tricky, but Akira was used to it by now. He knew how she would move even as it occurred to her. She bucked her hips in an attempt to throw him off of her, although she knew from experience that this would not work. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound and Wed (Zoarster and Rochester)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 17:20:24</strong>
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				Anticipating her bucking her hips, Akira actually hopped off of her as she did; her hands were bound, so there was no danger of her escaping, after all. With a smirk, Akira watched her hips and legs fly higher than she expected, and caught her body in mid-fall. He ripped off her panties savagely, licking his lips as he now had her ass suspended somewhat uncomfortably above the rest of her body. Strong hands pulled her legs apart as he grinned widely. "And now, my bride... it's time for me to take my wedding gift."<br><br>Like most modern couples, Akira and Masha had had sex before marriage, and, in their case, done a lot more kinky things than just missionary. Masha, though, had always set a limit that her asshole was to be preserved for marriage--but now they were married.<br><br>Akira moved quickly--he'd prepared for this moment. Not wanting to injure his bride, he piccked up a large tube of lube that he'd already placed in the nightstand, rubbing it on her asshole, his shoulders moving in to hold her ass up while his fingers worked the cold and slippery mass into her sphincter, teasing the sensitive opening by pushing in and out for a few seconds before they'd stop for a moment as his hands moved to undo his fly.<br><br>In a move that embodied their relationship--sensual, forceful, and erotically painful--Akira grabbed her thighs once more, holding them wide apart as he pulled her slowly down her body, his strong arms able to quickly quell any squirming she may have made. The head of his cock would make contact with her sphincter almost naturally, but once he was there, he just played with it for a bit, rubbing his head against the tight muscle as he grinned to her. "So, babe... tell me how long you've been waiting for this hard cock in your tight ass..." Even as he said it, one hand would wrap around to her other hole and begin roughly rubbing her lips with one finger, flicking at her clit with the other.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound and Wed (Zoarster and Rochester)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 07:18:38</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Masha was surprised by the lack of foreplay, but quickly decided she liked his direct approach. She moaned against the tie gagging her mouth and squirmed as she felt him touching her there, then positioning himself at her entrance. She cried out when he pushed in, her head falling back against the sheets as her body bucked with the sudden force of it, the surprising sensation that she had never felt before. Her sounds quickly grew louder and louder, to the point where (had she not been wearing the gag) she might have even disturbed their neighbors. </span>
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				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 08:20:17</strong>
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				Oh, there would be foreplay... he just wanted to make sure she knew what was coming. He kept her in that position for a while, though, cock rubbing up against her asshole but not quite penetrating it, to get her used to the feel of something <em>there</em>, even as he roughly slapped her pussy, looking down at her between her breasts. "Answer me when I ask you a question, slut!" Of course, Akira knew she couldn't answer through the gag--but he could still punish her, and make her struggle a bit more to try to give some kind of response.
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				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>01-01-2011, 22:44:49</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Masha could only make noises through her gag. She looked up at Akira, her eye contact unwavering, her gaze intense. She thought about all the tension that had built to this moment. All the times they had spoken about it. How tentative she'd been, how hesitant. It wasn't that the foreplay was unpleasurable - because it wasn't. She squirmed for him as he touched her there as proof that she was enjoying his attentions. She was simply nervous about it. But she trusted her husband implicitly, and knew that it would be wonderful because it was with him. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound and Wed (Zoarster and Rochester)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 05:23:54</strong>
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				Akira stared her down, his eyes burning with passion as he held her there, in the air. Every now and then, he'd feel some guilt for what he was doing. It was, of course, completely irrational in many ways--Masha wanted it as badly as he did. Still, she'd see a flash of that guilt crossing his face for a split second before his middle finger started to slip into her pussy while the thumb of the same hand pushed its way lightly into her asshole.
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				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 00:26:29</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Masha was breathing hard, her pupils dilated. She moaned had through the tie gagging her mouth, eyelids fluttering. Something about her husband had always set Masha aflame. She loved the symmetry of his face, the way his hair fell into his eyes when he was bent over something that had captured his interest. The way his mouth moved when he spoke to her, the sounds it made when he was kissing his way over her body made her crazy. It felt like she was in high school all over again, her hormones running rampant every time he moved the muscles in his shoulder in a certain way. He smelled like heaven to her. Like home. </span>
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				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>15-01-2011, 09:14:11</strong>
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				Muffled moans fed his lust, pushing all second thoughts aside as it gave him confirmation, if only subconsciously, that she was truly enjoying it. His thumb finally entered her sphincter, knuckle popping as it passed the threshold. Simultaneously, his middle finger would penetrate her pussy much more deeply, stimulating her g-spot as his index finger rubbed up lightly against her clit. His other hand would slap her asscheeks occasionally, even as the savage lust began to build, his hard cock tapping against her back, reminding her of what was to come.
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				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>07-02-2011, 03:28:32</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">She was fighting not to buck her hips, squirming under him. Her back arched, her hair strewn across the bed carelessly. Sweat beaded on her skin in small diamonds of perspiration, heat building between her legs but then pooling up her thighs and emanating from her torso. She made sounds like pain and pleasure were the same, entwined, completing one another. She smelled like soap and sweet perfume and sex as she lay there, writhing, contorting for him. She would have begged if she weren't gagged. </span>
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