Playing By the Rules (Larrinia)
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				Title: <strong>Playing By the Rules (Larrinia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>23-06-2009, 00:55:04</strong>
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				She had come to the club with her friends, to celebrate, relax, and have a good time. The place was hip, modern, and chic. Music pulsed rhythmically, sexually. Bodies on the dance floor crashed together like waves upon rocks. The place was packed, and it was hard to hear oneself think. She was dressed sexily, wanting to be noticed, just like her circle of friends.<br><br>And noticed she was throughout the night, numerous flirts and unsubtle come-ons, passes made her way, but it was not until a drink was ordered for her, from a man, so the bartender claimed, up in the VIP section -- a large open loft that overlooked the dance floor below. And thus, with her friends' encouragements, she moved upwards where the music faded to a less head-pounding level. The booths were large, opulent, and far less crowded than below. <br><br>She spotted the man, eye-contact was made, and what stunning, smoldering eyes they were. They beckoned her over, and so she went. He was clearly interested in her, though conversation seemed to drag. She felt he was holding back, even as she yearned for more attention, he was casually aloof. Until finally she caves and asks, if he had been so interested in her, why was he being so dismissive?<br><br>And thus he had leaned forward, a tall, handsome man in the dim, dancing lights. A roguish smirk upon seductively formed lips as he purred in a deep voice with a rich, exotic accent, "If you want to know more, things must be on my terms... my rules.. and you will play by them."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing By the Rules (Larrinia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Larrinia</strong> on <strong>23-06-2009, 10:20:00</strong>
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				Head cocked slightly to one side she regarded him for a long moment. She wondered where he was from. <br><br>The cut of the suit with its hand-stitched edges, the slight "designer" stubble that covered his strong jawline, a small lock of hair that fell just so over his forehead, were all carefully designed to look casual. Everything told her he liked controlling the image that he projected. <br><br>She wasn't used to being told by a man that it was his rules and not hers, so she straightened her back with a feline grace, crossed her shapely, stocking clad legs, allowing the hem of her short claret coloured dress to ride up a little.<br><br>The intensity of his gaze didn't unsettle her, but she knew he was waiting for an answer. She had lost the first round, but wasn't going to make the same mistake twice.<br><br>She ran her hand through her long, dark, glossy, wavy hair, whilst maintaining eye contact.<br><br>"I've never been issued with a challenge before," she said, as seductive, teasing smile played on her lips, "I accept."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing By the Rules (Larrinia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>23-06-2009, 19:34:21</strong>
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				He had been leaning forward, curiously awaiting her answer, and after she spoke it a small reassuring smile played upon his face as he casually leaned back. One arm lifted to hook across the top of the chair's plush leather back. His tailored Armani suit that snugly accentuated athletic form fell open, revealing the dark purple shirt beneath, the top few buttons left open as the club was warm from the heavy breathing and sweating bodies below on the dance floor.<br><br>"Good, good..." he mused and canted his own head to the side, to peer past the table and let his gaze wander, taking its time to sweep from toe to head, and back down again.<br><br>"Before we start, my dear... if you are wearing any panties... I want you to remove them for me. And then I'd like a name, and then come the rules," he purred the words encouragingly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing By the Rules (Larrinia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Larrinia</strong> on <strong>23-06-2009, 21:50:16</strong>
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				Enjoying the way he appraised her, she initially laughed at his response, thinking that he was joking, but the look of her companion whilst accompanied with a smile left no doubt he was serious.<br><br>She felt a touch of apprehension at first, but the mix of the vintage champagne he had been giving her (1990 to be exact), his cologne and the sweaty, musky aroma of the club was a heady mixture and she felt her nerves replaced with a touch of exhilaration.<br><br>“Fine,” she responded, keeping her eyes locked with his, enjoying the reaction she saw he was trying to hide. The rest of him was impassive, but his eyes, well they told a slightly different story.<br><br>She remained seated but lifted her left stilettoed foot on to the stool footrest beside her. She moved her hand from her champagne glass to the slit in front of her dress and snaked it underneath the clingy, silk fabric. Deftly, she undid the two black ribbons that held her panties in place and slowly pulled the garment off and placed the small, lace gauze into his hands, but not before noticing the filmy residue of her juices highlighted against the black.<br><br>“My name is Moya by the way,” she replied to his earlier question, not entirely able to keep a slight tremor from her voice and a pink flush from her cheeks.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing By the Rules (Larrinia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>24-06-2009, 04:17:16</strong>
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				He paid keen attention to the way her hips rolled and twisted as her fingers danced up between her own thighs, catching a glimpse of stocking's end beneath that small skirt. His hand extended, and soon the satiny silk black piece of fabric was pressed into his palm. He twisted his grasp, to let it slip from betwix his fingers. It hung between them, held by a single length of satin ribbon, swaying almost hypnotically.<br><br>"Well done. You wouldn't have worn these unless you wanted them seen, my Moya," he winked at her, and then casually tossed the panties onto the table's top, where anyone that walked by could easily see them laying out in the open, glistening with her juices, and all.<br><br>"These are the rules," he stated, while lifting his drink on the rocks towards his lips for a small sip before continuing, "First, you do what I say when I say. No exceptions, no questions. Secondly, I decide when it ends, where the line is drawn. You have only my words and your faith as to what happens from here. And lastly, you shall not know my name, for that's irrelevant, you will only address me by Master. Simple enough, isn't it?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing By the Rules (Larrinia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Larrinia</strong> on <strong>24-06-2009, 20:15:05</strong>
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				Moya counted to ten. <br><br>She was so surprised at the instruction that came from the handsome stranger's lips and the fact that her panties were on the table on full view to the rest of the VIP section that she needed a few moments to think.<br><br>It was true, she did wear her underwear to be seen and she spent almost as much time selecting her undergarments before she went out as she did her clothes. She always went for expensive, minimal and usually sheer items that showed and enhanced her 32-24-32 figure to the full. She didn't suffer from prudish tendencies and was proud of the way she looked and didn't mind if others saw the fruits of her labour at the gym. However, part of her wondered whether she had walked through some odd parallel universe where men didn't automatically fall at her feet. <br><br>So if she was Alice in Wonderland, what did that make him? The Mad Hatter?<br><br>No. He looked alarmingly sane and controlled. Definitely no long fluffy ears, or a pocket watch. Just a very expensive vintage Patek Philippe that graced his wrist with fortunately, none of the nasty, weird cult string bracelets that seemed to be a trend at the moment.<br><br>Some of her musings and her surprise must have shown on her face as the smirk on the good-looking face grew and reached his eyes. She didn't want to extend his amusement at her expense, so she took a deep breath to compose herself.<br><br>“I accept your rules,” she then paused on purpose, “Master.” She emphasised the last word, dropping a voice slightly, so that it was imbued with sexual meaning.<br><br>After all she didn't want him to think that she was a walkover. Besides, she was very much enjoying the sensation of the silk dress on her naked flesh and emboldened by this feeling wondered how far she would be willing to push herself for pure pleasure.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing By the Rules (Larrinia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>25-06-2009, 22:55:28</strong>
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				Sexual connotations of the term, her spoken words, her demeanor, were all taken in as he sat back again with a pleased, nearly smug expression. It was an air of self-confidence that was different from arrogance, for arrogance presumed, while his confidence was expected.<br><br>"Good," he set down his glass upon the table's polished, wooden top, and slid it across towards her, past her discarded and displayed panties. The glass was dewy with moisture on the outside, the ice within clanking about, "I want you to go down to the bar and order me a refill, and when you go..." he paused, wetting his lips with the tip of his tongue that flickered out with sensual promise, "I want to see how flirtatious and slutty you can be. See if you can't get it for free, my dear."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing By the Rules (Larrinia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Larrinia</strong> on <strong>27-06-2009, 17:54:15</strong>
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				Her eyes followed the mesmerising path of his tongue.<br><br>"Yes,...Master." The slight pause indicating the words did not come naturally to her.<br><br>She picked up his glass with a tantalising smile. With her other hand she rearranged the neckline of her dress so that most of her cleavage was on show and walked away from the table with a sway of her hips.<br><br>The lights of the VIP area were fairly dim, but not low enough she noticed, to hide how her dress clung to every curve of her body, including her pussy. She knew anyone looking would be able to tell that she had no underwear on. It excited her, but at the same time there was a slight feeling of anxiety that she couldn't quite dispel.<br><br>Their table was to the side of the bar, so her mysterious stranger would have full view of her every move.<br><br>The bar was a low, laminated glass affair, the type found in uber-trendy clubs around the world. She leaned against it so the barman could get a full view of her breasts and said, "Excuse me, could I have another double Highland Park, 24 year old, on the rocks?"<br><br>She made sure she kept flirtatious eye contact with the barman who was good looking, but a bit too much Tom Cruise, for her taste, as her served her the drink. The barman grinned back at her and gave an obvious once over. <br><br>She enjoyed the appraising look but felt the heat rise to her face and her hand moved over to the bucket of ice cubes and slowly ran her fingers over them to distract herself.<br><br>"I haven't seen you here before," he said with a smooth Italian accent, winking at her.<br><br>She smiled back and remembering his instructions to her, picked up one of the ice cubes and gently ran it over her breasts. The chill from the ice made her nipples stand painfully to attention, making them clearly visible to the barman. His eyes were now glued to her chest and she was sure that he wasn't the only one, but didn't quite dare to look at the other patrons around the room.<br><br>“No,” she hesitated feeling slightly embarrassed and wanton over what she was doing, “it’s my first time.”<br><br>“Ahh..,” he said still talking to her chest. “I like to encourage first time customers, it’s on the house.”<br><br>With that he winked and gave her a small piece of cream coloured card with a number scrawled on it in a continental hand<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing By the Rules (Larrinia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>28-06-2009, 09:36:12</strong>
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				He watched her from afar, paying special attention to how her flimsy, silken dress whispered across her bare ass, teasingly slipping along smooth thigh where her stockings ended just beneath the dress's fabric. Soon enough she was sauntering back towards him, victorious for the time being, free beverage in her hand, along with that beige card.<br><br>"Well done, now sit," he instructed her, though slid the chair slightly closer towards him. Once he had his drink he swirled it around, brought it towards his mouth and gave it a slow, appraising sniff. He set it down, and let his eyes sweep over her curves, sultry gaze paying special mind to how her exposed cleavage now glistened with moisture. The ice play amused him, and he fetched with skilled, deft fingers an icecube from his drink, and brought that shard of frozen water, soaked and covered in liquor, upwards towards her lips.<br><br>"Taste," he instructed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing By the Rules (Larrinia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Larrinia</strong> on <strong>28-06-2009, 16:08:09</strong>
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				His words of encouragement and the movement of the chair strangely pleased as did the hungry look in his eyes that missed nothing and lingered on the wet path of the ice cube that had caressed her breasts.<br><br>The cube in his fingers was melting slowly from the heat in the club and she presumed, from the contact with a manicured fingers in front of her. She watch as a small drop of water lazily rolled down his finger.&nbsp; Her tongue slipped between red lips and traced the path of the water upwards until she reached the ice.<br><br>She looked upwards toward his sultry gaze and lapped up the cube, bringing her lips around it, until she could taste the earthy tones of the whisky mixed with the slightly salty taste of his skin.<br><br>In her own imagination, she was tasting something else.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing By the Rules (Larrinia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>30-06-2009, 06:57:16</strong>
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				Slowly, ever so slowly, he released the melting ice, now no longer a cube but a melting, vague shape that slipped away along a hot, curling tongue. His fingers turned slowly within her mouth, until his index finger with smooth, uncalloused pad pressed down along it, feeling its unique and stunning texture, while the length of his digit dragged along her lower teeth until, at last, slipping from moist, painted lips. What little remained upon his skin, not suckled clean, was brushed across that plump bottom lip.<br><br>"So you did it just by showing off a little skin, did you?" His index finger now fell across her jaw, and gestured daring towards her plunging cleavage, "Then you wont mind showing off a little more. Make so I can barely see your nipples, my lovely. I want to see what color they are."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing By the Rules (Larrinia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Larrinia</strong> on <strong>02-07-2009, 00:39:44</strong>
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				Touching the scalloped black lace edge of her bra that covered most of the lower half of her breast, she wasn't surprised by his next instructions, especially after the way she had flaunted herself at the barman.<br><br>She noticed how the garment pushed up the two orbs of flesh, so with the recent rearrangement of her neckline, the dress looked to be barely containing them. She pushed down the lace into the supporting cups so that her nipples were no longer covered and the rearranged the burgundy silk so it material fell lower and exposed the tips of two erect, dusky pink nipples that were just begging to be licked and sucked, just like the cube of ice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing By the Rules (Larrinia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>02-07-2009, 10:39:59</strong>
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				"Mmm, lovely, my dear. Lovely," he murmured and she felt his hand sliding down along the slope of her neck, to rest momentarily on her shoulder, toying with the fine fabric of her dress as his sultry, dominating gaze feasted openly upon her flesh.<br><br>He reclined back, half in the shadows of the club's dim lighting, while his masterful touch fell lower, beneath the edge of the table. She felt his fingertips grazing up along the outside of her leg, towards that daring slit in it that revealed much of her curvaceous limbs. His touch was firm, dimpling the supple flesh underneath, while his nails caught the silky nylon of her stockings, casually desroying them with long runs left in the gossamer material.<br><br>"Your legs... spread them," he commanded, intent on seeking out the warmth that had stained those discarded panties, left out on display.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing By the Rules (Larrinia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Larrinia</strong> on <strong>05-07-2009, 13:14:12</strong>
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				Watching the nylon fibres unravelling down her leg, Moya shivered. There was something inherently decadent about ripped hosiery that excited her. <br><br>His tone brokered no argument and for once, she got a thrill from being told what to do. Arching her back she lifted her black stiletto on to the footrest of his stool to give him a better vantage point and spread her toned legs slowly, teasing him as they slowly came apart, revealing at first her suspenders and then her inner thighs. Finally, the slit in her dress opened at an angle give him the view of a small neat strip of short, trimmed hair, whilst the rest was completely nude. She wanted to feel his touch again.<br><br>The scene reminded her of an ex who had enjoyed outdoor sex and the time she had draped herself on the bonnet of his DB5 in just her stocking and a very short black lycra dress.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing By the Rules (Larrinia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>06-07-2009, 06:47:57</strong>
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				There was no verbal acknowledgment, only the insistence of his hand to probe further, thurst up along her long, lean leg. Fingertips danced along the top of the stocking, onto the suspender that stretch tautly against toned flesh, smooth and flawless. His digits casually slipped beneath it and pulled momentarily back, before releasing. It snapped against her supple, tender flesh with such a sound that it made him grin deviously.<br><br>His eyes did not linger on her lovely treasures, glimpsed betwix her thighs, but on her face. He watched for the reactions to the pain, and then, the pleasure. Hand was now pushed deepler, fingertips stroking downwards through the downy fur, and along her moist petals.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing By the Rules (Larrinia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Larrinia</strong> on <strong>07-07-2009, 00:59:08</strong>
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				Eyes closed. Her lips parted.<br><br>For the first time she realised arousal had a scent all to its self. Pheromones, salt, musk and sweat.<br><br>The sharp twang of the elastic, the sting and then the heat that replaced it.<br><br>She wanted his explorations to be harder to give her satisfaction but instead she was rewarded with deft fleeting touches. All were designed to arouse but no more. Feeling wanton, she no longer cared about the eyes that must be on her by now, she just wanted to be touched.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing By the Rules (Larrinia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>08-07-2009, 09:56:02</strong>
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				His fingers finally found her pussy and he smiled inwardly, pleased at how her heady arousal came so readily for him. She squirmed, opening herself more to him, and he allowed his index and middle fingers' tips to brush inwardly, past her outer folds to his first knuckle.<br><br>"I admire your desires, my dear girl. You have brought such an interesting charm to this night, and I was expecting to be quite droll..." he spoke, even as he continued to toy with her sex.<br><br>"Unfortunately," he began, even as his two fingers sank deeper, up to their second knuckle, "I am a busy man, and I must soon be making my exit," fingers curled to probe her wetness, "And no doubt you wish to cum... and so you shall. Tomorrow." His fingers retracted abruptly, leaving her loins quivering with unmet anticipations.<br><br>He reached within his blazer's front and produced a beige business card, extending it towards her between his two fingers, even as they still glistened with her own juices, "I am having a party tomorrow evening. You will come. This address, at 8 P.M., and do remember to dress... appropriately," he spoke, though by the lustful glint in his sultry gaze, he meant anything <em>but </em>appropriate.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing By the Rules (Larrinia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Larrinia</strong> on <strong>08-07-2009, 19:42:38</strong>
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				She was bereft as his fingers withdrew. All she was left with was an insistent deep throbbing, an insatiated build-up of pressure,&nbsp; and her own wetness smeared along her inner thighs. The next day would be interminable. <br><br>Giving him a baleful stare from underneath her long dark eyelashes, she initially wondered what was going to stop her from pleasuring herself tonight.<br><br>Nothing, except, they did have an understanding of sorts, and she was very curious to see how this would play out, so her dark , red manicured nails took the card from and inspected it. It was thick, with a watermark and an embossed logo. When she saw the address it made her think of Stanley Kubrik.<br><br>“Master,” she paused and then suggestively added, “is there anything specific you would wish me to wear, or…not wear?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing By the Rules (Larrinia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>10-07-2009, 08:48:54</strong>
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				He paused, contemplating her words. He sat back and smiled at her, even as he reassessed what she was wearing in that moment, as revealing as provocative for him as it was.<br><br>"No... consider it a test, my dear. I want you to wear what you think I expect. I will have something else waiting, should I not find it suitable... but I am curious to see how well you do," he purred and rose slowly to his feet. He leaned in over her, his fingertips moving to brush along her full lips as his own briefly grazed her forehead.<br><br>"Until then, I bid you ado, and I shall eagerly await your arrival tomorrow. Any last questions?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing By the Rules (Larrinia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Larrinia</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 19:49:04</strong>
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				She shook her head and then watched him leave gracefully. The man had undeniable presence.<br><br>Later that night, lying naked between pale Egyptian cotton sheets, she re-played the scenario over and over in her mind. The events of the evening had a strange, surreal and dreamlike quality to them and yet the physical reminders were evident.<br><br>She awoke late the next day, into the early afternoon, her limbs intertwined with damp sheets and her mind still hazy with sleep, but the first memory came to her was his fingers deep in her. Her pussy throbbed at the memory but she purposefully denied herself the release that she craved.<br><br>The air in the apartment was hot and stifling so she did not bother herself with getting dressed and spent the rest of the day leisurely getting ready for the night’s party. She couldn’t deny that she was getting increasingly nervous as she knew she was probably going to be the main entertainment. She knew it was up to her whether to go or not, but small voice at the back of her mind urged her on.<br><br>A long shower which only slightly eased her anxiety was followed by careful shaving, increasing her own sensitivity and ensuring that she would be smooth to his touch, leaving just a small thin strip of hair. Next, she reached over to a milky white, opalescent Lalique bottle that held her perfume. Removing the stopper she ran its glass edge across her skin leaving a line of scent that went from between her legs, across her flat stomach, under and around her breasts, until she finally stopped with a small drop behind each ear.<br><br>From her a dresser, she extricated a thin battered red leather box, inside on a paler velvet cushion lay what may have initially looked like a necklace. Closer inspection would reveal that it had no clasp and just two circular hoops, one at each end.<br><br>Moya took the delicate and intricate piece of white gold in one hand and then sensuously played with each of her nipples until they were erect and then slipped the hoops securely over each. She had never used this piece of jewellery that she had bought at a ramshackle antique jewellery store, but thought tonight would be an appropriate first outing.<br><br>She observed the garments she had laid out on her bed. She slipped on a pair of sheer black stockings, taking care to smooth them over her legs and then adjusted the elasticated lace tops. The four inch Laboutins with the red soles came next and then…the “dress”. It was made of a see through black silk gauze like material, tailored to fit her narrow waist, fuller hips and her D-cup breasts that looked generous on her slim frame.<br><br>The material formed a deep halter neck, leaving her back bare and her breasts barely covered, with the chain between her breasts clearly on view. The dress stopped above her stocking but just below her shaved pussy.<br><br>She picked up one final box before she left. Inside was a present from a former lover that had lasted no more than two weeks, a small onyx plug with a silver rounded end. She lubricated the other side and then slowly parted her cheeks. This was yet another first for her. She took a deep breadth and slid it into herself. She was unaccustomed to the feeling of fullness but she liked the illicit feeling that it gave her.<br><br>Picking up her keys to her Aston, she paused before she left and picked up a slim volume entitled, “Delta of Venus” from her shelves and slipped it into her bag. After all, it would be a rude guest to turn up without a gift.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing By the Rules (Larrinia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 06:01:03</strong>
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				The address led her to an extravagant estate at the crest of a large hill. Through a decorative, if not unnerving cast-iron gate she drove, up to a large circular drive before wide stone steps that led up to a villa of brilliant stature, rising mightily above the manicured grounds. The sun had just set, and the dusky light cast a backdrop over it. Past the stairs and the white pillars was a set of large double doors.<br><br>There appeared to be lights on, no doubt life within its walls, but there were no other vehicles, no other guests to be seen. Only she, in her scandalous garb, and the rather imposing doorway that waited for her entry.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing By the Rules (Larrinia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Larrinia</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 21:58:17</strong>
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				Cautiously, she parked her car, walked on the gravel driveway towards an the double-height and heavily carved oak door and pressed on a polished brass buzzer. <br><br>She heard no sound.<br><br>Then slowly the door inched open.<br><br>A man dressed in morning tails greeted her politely and seemingly ignored her attire.<br><br>"The master asked me to prepare you, Miss," he said with a clipped voice and out of his pocket unfurled a black silk blindfold.<br><br>She accepted this without a word as he tied the piece of fabric behind her head but she was growing increasing uncomfortable. She could now see nothing. All she had to rely on was was the slight pressure of the older man's arm that conducted her forwards. She strained to hear something that would tell her where she was going, but there was no sound except for a quartet that seemed to be playing Shostakovitch in a distant room.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playing By the Rules (Larrinia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 05:11:12</strong>
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				They seemed to be walking closer to that music, until she felt a coolness upon exposed skin and the music was clearly audible now, echoing, as though she stood in a large chamber. The guiding hand left her abruptly, leaving her blindfolded, standing there. Only the music that washed over her giving any sense of direction or meaning.<br><br>Moments later, she heard another set of footsteps approach. They lacked the shuffling drag of the man who greeted her. Indeed, they seemed strong, long strides. Confident, purposeful. It was unmistakable who they must belong to.<br><br>"Let me have a look here," she heard his voice at least, cutting through the crescendo of the music. The steps clacked across what must have been a fine marble floor, encirling her. She felt his eyes feasting on her flesh, though she couldnt see him. A predator sizing up his prey.<br><br>"I am impressed," his breath was felt more than heard from behind her, a fleeting touch of his fingers across the bare small of her back in that tiny, gauze-like dress. He moved back around to face her and she felt a hand brushing up into her generous cleavage. A finger curled around that chain that hung between the full slopes of her breasts and gave it a little incessant tug, using it almost as a leash as he made her follow him a short distance.<br><br>"You will make a lovely display for my guests. I dare say,&nbsp; the finest centerpiece I've had the pleasure to possess."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Playing By the Rules (Larrinia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Larrinia</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 19:50:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She felt absurdly pleased over his compliment on her attire and the shivered from the brief but evocative touches that spoke of things to come and then came the gentle pull on her nipples incredibly arousing yet a sign of his total control over her as she stood before him exposed.<br><br><br>All her other senses were trying to make up for the lack of sight and she futilely strove to get her bearings. She had no idea whether they were alone, as she could not see, but she could still hear the music. She could smell the sharp scent of polish that indicated recent domestic chores and then a distant aroma of cooking, the roasting of meat, the sweet smell of pastry. <br><br><br>His comment on the centerpiece made her feel especially nervous. Where there already a few people looking at her? Possession? Her mind immediately brought up answering images of people insistently touching, staring at her. Or would she be entirely his, just an exhibit to arouse others?<br><br><br>Yet despite the tight know in her stomach, she felt an answering dampness between her legs as she waited to see what would happen next.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Playing By the Rules (Larrinia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>02-08-2009, 21:19:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He had guided her to where he wanted her, and released that chain. Instead, he took her by her arms, lifting them up over her head, fully extended. He made her wrists cross over one another, and then he gave her a little push. She didn't move far, for behind her she suddenly felt the chill of a smooth stone. Slender, cylindrical. It pressed against the inner curves of her ass, between her shoulder blade, along the nape of her neck, and against the backs of her hands.<br><br>He worked quickly, as she felt something winding around her wrists. The fabric was silky, but pulled taut. Tied around the pillar. She was quite the stunning image, dressed as she was, now with a blindfold and matching bonds that tied her to the pillar at the entrance to the room.<br><br>"I hope you are not too uncomfortable," she heard his voice as his hands brushed down her arms, past where the tied ends of the silk tickled her forearms, until his fingertips fell to dance over her ribcage, "and when this is through, you'll have your reward. I will give you an orgasm like you have never had, my lovely."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Playing By the Rules (Larrinia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Larrinia</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 13:31:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				the stone column. If she had been able to see herself, she would have noticed the full effect that her constraints produced. Her legs were parted slightly, the backwards position of her arms caused her chest to be thrust out lewdly and the butt plug had been pushed further in.<br><br>His words and the promise of things to come calmed her slightly but her anxiety did not entirely disappear. She was truly on display.<br><br>Moya suddenly realized she had forgotten to give him the book.<br><br>“Master?” she called out slightly nervously, her voice a little tremulous. “I brought you a small gift it’s in my handbag but…” her voice trailed away. Then before she totally lost her nerve she added, “Master? What plans do you have for me during your party?”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Playing By the Rules (Larrinia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 06:37:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you, but the token isn't necessary. Keep all that you have, my precious," his hand brushed down along her cheek, following her jawline to her chin, which he tilted slightly upwards.<br><br>"I fancy myself an artist, a creator... and you, you are to be first my exhibit, and later, my muse," he promised, and she felt the warm, slightly calloused yet smooth pad of his thumb brush along her lower lip.<br><br>"You will greet my guests when they come in, and marvel at your sweet form," added as his hand fell away, and he took a step back.<br><br>"Indeed, they will be arriving any moment now, and I must play host. So until later, my lovely, I bid you adieu." And then she heard his feet shifting, turning on his heels, and the resounding click of them moving into the distance.<br><br>Left only to her own body, the thoughts of what was to come, and the sensations of the tied silks, her own daringly exposing outfit, the invasion of the plug, and the tingle in her nipples under the cool air, an indeterminable amount of time past by.<br><br>Eventually, the doors she had past through with the servant were opened, and with them came a floor of voices. Some male, some female. Some older, some younger, accents were varied and plentiful. The conversations were typical and mundane, and while none of them spoke to Moya, they certainly addressed her.<br><br>Every person that moved past at least touched Moya's body, in one way or another. Most were brief, passing caresses. Fingertips along her arm, her hip, through her hair. Long nails raking over her cleavage, or stocking-clad calf. Others were more lingering, choosing to dally and feel the fullness of a breast, the suppleness of an inner thigh, or toyed with the hem of her nothing-there dress. It was the rare and exceedingly brazen few that took the time to tweak one of her nipples, to cup the warmth of a bare, flawless pussy. And Moya would swear, more often than not, those touches were from feminine hands.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Playing By the Rules (Larrinia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Larrinia</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 18:42:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				If she could have seen, she would have traced the line of his thumb with her eyes, instead she felt the texture of his skin against the glossy veneer that covered the thin skin across her lip.<br><br>Left alone with only her imagination and distant echoing sounds in the large house, she wondered what she had let herself in for.<br><br>Then came the first touches. She initially shied back, surprisingly shocked at the brazenness and wondered what they thought of her, these anonymous guests that she could not see. Slowly, as she realized there was no end to the caresses, the grazing of fingertips, the stroking, she started to relax. With the relaxation of her body came the slow flow of enjoyment. Senses that were heightened due to denial, started to compensate.<br><br>Skin, downy hairs and then her nipples stiffened as they were touched and her body almost started to yearn for the next touch. More and more she felt like an addict that needed her next fix.<br><br>The tantalizing touches, the brief ones were the worst. They left her tempted and gasping for more, something that the more lingering strokes only went part way to fulfilling.<br><br>Towards the end she started to feel the familiar twinges of sexual frustration and denial as he juices started to dampen her inner thighs just like the previous night.<br><br>There was nothing that she could do, so she waited alone with her vivid imagination and wondered what would come next.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Playing By the Rules (Larrinia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>22-08-2009, 09:33:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				How long did she stand there, with her arousal clinging to her loins and her inner thighs? Only the constant murmur of voices suggested any measure of time. And then, at last, the touches came again.<br><br>Just as they had come inside, when the guests began to file out they rewarded her with parting touches. However, there was no denying on their exit the sensual sexuality. Breasts were fully cupped, squeezed, and held. Nipples were given various plucks and tweaks. Rolling squeezes and pinches. Hands mauled her curves, especially her ass that gyrated against the pillar she was tied to. A few fingers darted along the shadowy cleft between her perfect ass cheeks, surprised and curious to find the plug tucked between them, stretching that pink star burst. <br><br>Other touches traced the moist petals of her pussy's outer folds, while the most daring sank boldly into the hungry depth of her sex, fingered by numerous strangers in passing. Until, at last, the sound of the doors were closed again and there was once more a familiar silence, and soon, his voice.<br><br>"Mmm. A most fine exhibit you have been for me, my lovely. Do you wish to see?" He asked, with the promise of her blindfold being removed, and so much more.<br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Playing By the Rules (Larrinia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Larrinia</strong> on <strong>25-08-2009, 19:24:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				During the intervening time she imagined the conversation at the party and whether his guests were used to such sights greeting them. Her mind then wondered at what awaited her later. Was she there to pleasure his guests or would she be asked to perform in front of them in manner of his choosing? Would he wait until they were alone to give her the long promised sexual release that she sought? Or would he torture her further? She had heard of medieval contraptions that could render her cleft and the folds of her pussy inaccessible to her. She shuddered at the thought, unsure what she thought of this and a dozen other scenarios that played themselves in graphic detail through her mind.<br><br>To a certain extent she felt violated as she he had been bound helplessly against the stone column, her body completely available to all the guests at his party, but her arousal from the touches betrayed a more complex range of emotions.<br><br>The guests had been more brazen this time, far more daring in what they were prepared to do and the orifices they were prepared to explore. The courageous amongst them had even twisted the silver-onyx plug. She leant into these touches wanting almost to feel like an interactive piece of art that was offset by what her mind imagined to be opulent surroundings.<br><br>His voice both startled and pleased her and this time, despite her discomfort with the form of address the night before, she responded enthusiastically, “Yes Master.”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Playing By the Rules (Larrinia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>26-08-2009, 08:11:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				At the word 'Master', she felt his form brush close, the fine silkiness of his shirt was dragging across her nipples, pert and jutting from her used, excited breasts. His hands reached up, sliding along her arms, and then her hair, to find the loose knot that held the blindfold over her eyes. A single tug, and it slipped, along the bridge of her nose, and away.<br><br>Her handsome Master stood before her, smirking with a sensual, masculine coyness. Beyond him was a massive ballroom of marble floors and towering pillars. Huge chandeliers glinted from the ceiling far above. Around the two of them, some few meters away, stood three tripods, upon which rose a trio of cameras, their red eyes peering at her lush, exposed body.<br><br>And then she caught a glimpse of it. On the far way, dominating nearly the entirety of it, was herself, the cameras' feeds projected up onto the bare wall in three sensual angles, recording her every squirm and shift before a large gathering. A centerpiece, indeed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Playing By the Rules (Larrinia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Larrinia</strong> on <strong>28-08-2009, 00:36:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The light initially hurt her eyes as she blinked to get the image before in focus and smile started to settle on her red lips as the face of her Master solidified in front of her eyes.<br><br>At first she didn't quite understand what she saw before her.<br><br>Was it a bank of mirrors? Then she saw the cameras with the silent red eyes, quietly capturing her every move.<br><br>She shivered.<br><br>Whether it was from the eroticism of being captured on film or from the shock having being displayed so obviously, she wasn't quite sure.<br><br>One thing was certain, some metres away three images of Moya, bound to an ornate pillar, clearly aroused, were being shown. Each moving picture depicting a woman that was barely covered, her sexuality being exhibited.<br><br>"Master?" she queried hesitantly. "Do you have everything recorded?"<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Playing By the Rules (Larrinia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>31-08-2009, 08:48:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Everything? No, not everything," he chuckled darkly, amused at her question, or was it the shiver that ran along her spine? He reached out. The back of his hand was warm, brushing along the outer curve of her breast, his knuckles grazing her bejeweled nipple.<br><br>"But many things, yes..." He finally added, and in his other hand he held a remote. A button was pushed, and soon the center image of Moya was replaced with another scene. The image was dark and gritty, poor quality compared to the images before. It took a moment for her to register what she saw: the club where they had met. Indeed, she was in the center of the frame, as though been watched. In it, it was clear he was fingering her, and her breasts brazenly exposed.<br><br>"I do enjoy to keep a record of things," he added, plucking at her nipple.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Playing By the Rules (Larrinia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Larrinia</strong> on <strong>16-09-2009, 09:59:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Fixated by the grainy images in front of her, Moya came to the gradual but slightly disturbing realisation that she had been in her Master's control even before she had given her verbal consent 24 hours ago.<br><br>24 hours? It seemed much longer.<br><br>The acts on the video distracted her again. it was as if her sexual desires were acting like a drug with this man. Clarity of thought escaped her and all she wanted to do was to please and be satiated in return.<br><br>She leant into his all too brief touch on her breast and pressed herself against the cold stone of the column, its hardness pressing the plug into her until she moaned.<br><br>Finally as the images played out in front of her she could no longer hold back the question that had been on her mind.<br><br>"Master," she asked apprehensively,"what do you wish to do with me?"<br><br>She waited anxiously for his answer fully intending to accept whatever he wanted but at the same time apprehensive of what might be asked of her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Playing By the Rules (Larrinia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 09:04:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You are mine," he stated confidently. "Is that not enough to know?"<br><br>He had chuckled and his hand once more brushed along the outside of her breast, following its fullness beneath it, causing its weight to shift as it settled within his palm, warm and slightly rough from a few callouses on the pad. It caused the chains to rasp and tug at her prominent nipples.<br><br>"Tssk, tssk," he scorned as she gyrated her ass back against the pillar, and she suddenly felt his other hand weave around her hips and clenched one of her ass cheeks. Nails bit into the soft flesh and he yanked her rear away from the pillar. It left her ass, full of that toy wanting, but at least her Master's hands were firmly and dominantly upon her now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Playing By the Rules (Larrinia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Larrinia</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 17:22:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Moya nodded slowly, not quite trusting her voice to speak.<br><br>The prominent dusky brown nipples were now aching, they were so erect and every little touch, even indirect ones nearly reduced her to incoherent whimpering. Then as he as he yanked her away from her pillar, her frustration grew, turning into the first feelings of desperation.<br><br>The feel of the firms were like a balm on her hot skin, but they didn’t as yet offer the solace that she really needed.<br><br>Her heart hammered in her chest from her arousal and nervous tension as she raised her eyes to his, silently imploring or even pleading him to do something that would ease her discomfort.<br><br>She did not as yet have the vocabulary that was needed for someone in her position. Begging was not something she had ever needed to do to gain sexual gratification. So she stood there hoping, beseeching and desperate with her inner thighs and her shaven pussy slick with her own need.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Playing By the Rules (Larrinia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 08:00:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He knew the desperation, the unparelled want and lust within her. He own chuckled softly, and his hand fell from her breast to his own groin.<br><br>"Here, this is what my pet wants, hmmm?" His tongue flickered along his lips, moistening them. She could clearly see the distinctive swell of his cock, straining through the fine black pants of his suit. With agonizing slowness he unfastened them, easing the zipper down with its slow rasping hiss.<br><br>That gorgeous, throbbing length sprang forth at once, proudly rising upwards between them. He took a step closer, hand still on her ass giving it another tug. He yanked her up against him, causing her arms--bound still above her--to bend and stretch. And then she felt it, the hot, silky texture of his smooth and rock hard cock rubbing against her bare abdomen and hip.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Playing By the Rules (Larrinia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Larrinia</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 15:27:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Being called a pet would have, in normal circumstances, annoyed her, but now it was accepted and taken as a natural progression, as for this moment at least, that was exactly what she was. She recognized that she had no control over what happened to her in that imposing room.<br><br>If she had been untied and free to move, the strength of her desire was so much that she would have tried to straddle him right there. As it was, she initially just followed the movement of his hand, mesmerized by the slow teasing motion that eventually released his erection.<br><br>Moya felt its velvety texture rubbed against her and whimpered again incoherently. It was like torture to have his length against her, stroking against her skin but in a position that still offered her no relief. She tried desperately to get into a position that would help, but her bonds would not allow her that level of flexibility.<br><br>Finally thwarted, she turned to beg. “Please, Master,” she whispered, “please.”<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Playing By the Rules (Larrinia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>01-10-2009, 00:24:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Very well then," he whispered, shifting his form in closer against her own. Eyes traveled across her vixen form that held a healthy glow of most urgent arousal. He knew her need. He smelled it, saw it, touched it and heard it. Eventually, he would taste it.<br><br>For now, his hand pushed open her slender legs, dragging her heels across the floor as her bald sex glistened with her arousal. His eyes focused upon it as he brought that teasing, velvety head up against it, to rub along the plump, oozing slit.<br><br>Eyes lifted back to her face as one hand lifted, casually groping her breast with a coarse roughness. A pluck at her nipple that was more painful than pleasant, though it blended in nicely with the way he was sliding along the entrance to her pussy.<br><br>His other hand followed her slender hip back around across her ass again, to feel that little toy wedged deep inside her. He pushed upon it, to bring her hips bucking towards his own, and all at once sank a few thick, throbbing inches in past her outer folds and into the wet heat of her yearning cunt.<br><br>"Like this?" He teased, her penetration still projected up upon the screens.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Playing By the Rules (Larrinia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Larrinia</strong> on <strong>06-10-2009, 19:34:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The way he controlled her body and moved and adjusted her like his own personalized, living marionette excited her.&nbsp; Eyes focused on the three large screens, she was captivated by the scene being played out before her. It had the advantage of being able to see her own reactions to his skilful direction.<br><br>The slight force of the movements, the sharp pinch of her nipple and the way he entered her without any preamble, although created a small degree of pain, added to her arousal and pleasure.<br><br>She was whimpering loudly now, her head arched backwards, the once coiffured hair slightly disheveled. The feel of his girth impaling her, stretching her increased the moans. She closed her eyes and imagined for a brief moment how the whole length would feel, with her totally encasing him with her hot, wet folds.<br><br>He stopped. <br><br>She realized he was teasing her, but started to worry just in case he might change his mind and leave her there for a while longer. Swallowing her pride, she begged.<br>
			</dd>
		</dl>
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