Dawg's Private Dungeon
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Human Solos =&gt; Topic started by: Dawg on 18-08-2008, 03:11:35</h2>
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				Title: <strong>Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>18-08-2008, 03:11:35</strong>
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				For deeper exploration outside of SB XXX
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Happy an Nice</strong> on <strong>13-09-2008, 08:18:14</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=19711.msg764059#msg764059">Quote from: Dawg on 18-08-2008, 03:11:35</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">For deeper exploration outside of SB XXX<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>*slips in and picks up some unmentionables she left behind*
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>07-10-2008, 01:56:05</strong>
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				Carrying you down the hall we pass an unattended cart that reminds you of a maids cart like in a hotel and I tell you to grab some sheets from it as we make our way to the dungeon.<br><br>I carry you into dungeon and set you on the straight bench in the middle of the room.&nbsp; A simple wooden bench covered with a thin soft cushion layered in black calfskin leather.&nbsp; As you sit there I make my way over to the far side of the room and refrigerator where I pull out a covered bowl and return to you setting it on the floor near the bench.&nbsp; <br><br>I reach down and pull out from under the bench a black silk blindfold and cover your eyes so you can't see.&nbsp; Next I unbutton and remove your shirt and help you out of it sliding it over your head as my hands graze the underside of your bare arms.&nbsp; You hear me move around behind you and then feel me unhooking your bra and remove it in the same fashion and then I toss it aside.&nbsp; <br><br>After what seems to you an eternity but in reality is only a few minutes you feel me back in front of you and gently pushing back onto the cool soft leather as I proceed to unzip your pants and slip them down paying special attention to graze the inside of your thighs similar to what I did to your arms and toss them on top of your blouse and bra.&nbsp; The last item I remove to expose your full naked body to the air is your lace panties taking my time bring them up to smell your aroma (you can hear me as I do) before tossing them on the pile of cloths next to the bench.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>07-10-2008, 03:54:35</strong>
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				I grab the sheet, looking at you in a mix of trepidation and eagerness. <br><br>Sitting down on the leather cushion, I stroke the it, feeling the wrinkles in it as I watch you pull the covered bowl from the refrigerator. I'm tempted to pull off the cover and see exactly what is it that you have in store for me, but settled back instead, my legs dangling off the edge and swinging a little, watching your every move. That is, until you slip the blindfold over my eyes. <br><br>I feel the cool smooth fabric against my cheek and blink against it in surprise. I shifts a little, as you slip my shirt and bra off, feeling the straps caught on my elbows a little as it is pulled off. <br><br>Even with my sight obscured, I can sense you in front of me and I allow you to push me back, my hand scrambling to feel out the surface behind me before I lie down. I shiver as you slip off my pants, a soft gasp from my lips at the contact of your fingers against my thighs. A slow blush starts over my cheeks at the sound of your taking in a breath, knowing that you must be able to scent my arousal. You could see me wetting my lips a little as I shiver, less from the temperature and more from anticipation. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>07-10-2008, 05:00:39</strong>
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				With you still leaned back on the bench I spread your legs on opposite sides of it then using secure binding but not overly tight knots secure your ankles underneath to some rings using one of the sheets you took off the cart. I then trace my hands up your midsection and across your ribs just below your breast without touching them and pulling your hands overhead I wrap them on either side of the bench and secure your wrist to another set of rings using another one of the sheets.<br><br>My hands disappear and you can hear me walk to the side of the bench where I open the bowl and you hear the vacuum <em>thuuuppp </em>as the seal breaks, immediately you smell fruit, something citrus but it is hard to tell. Soon enough you discover what it is as juice drips onto your lips and seeps between them.&nbsp; It’s Mangos.&nbsp; Squeezing the fruit I douse your lips; as it drips and covers them some drips down your cheeks and over your chin down your neck. <br><br>I bring my lips to yours and enthralling my tongue I kiss your lips licking the juice that covers them and your chin.&nbsp; Then I move to your neck near your trachea and lick with my tempestuous sandpaper like tongue in long strokes up the front of your neck to under your chin and kiss you again. Doing the same my tongue trails from your mouth down your cheek in suckling strokes to the back of your mandible in front of your ear.&nbsp; I move from there in a long trail of suckles and grazes down the base of your neck, to the collarbone, across and back up the other side.&nbsp; After all of the juice has been cleaned I kiss you harder than before splitting your lips in a long lingering probe sharing the citrus taste of the fruit.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>07-10-2008, 08:57:59</strong>
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				I draw in a sharp breath as you spread my legs and test the binding a little just to see how tight it is. I tighten the muscles along my abdomen as your hands move up, my breath increasing in speed slightly. I jerk a little in surprise at the restraints around my wrists, feeling the fabric twists against my skin.<br><br>Blindfolded, I can't see anything, but all of my other senses heightened. I can hear your footsteps as you move about the bench and the sound of a something being opened follow by the scent of something sweet. The scent intensifies as you move it closer. I feel something cool as drop against my lips and part my lips a little to taste it experimentally and recognize the flavor. I squirm a little as the juice drips over my face, feeling it snake along my neck. <br><br>I feel your lips press against mine and lean up against the kiss a little before settling back, feeling your tongue going over my lips and chin. I tilt my head back a little as you move your tongue over to my neck, shivering and tugging lightly against the ropes as your lick up the juices spill there. Behind the blindfold, my eyes are open, as though I can see through the fabric and watch you. I feel your breath washing over my skin as you move across my shoulders. My tongue dart out to taste the juice on your lips as you lean in for the kiss. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>07-10-2008, 19:00:40</strong>
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				In a mishmash consisting peeling, squeezing and mashing I leak juice, dribble mango and smear the pulp across your breast, your upper arms, your abdomen leaving a pool in your navel, over your pelvis and the inside of your upper thighs.&nbsp; <br><br>My hands slowly electrifying your skin with light grazes as I paint the juices and pulp along it like an artist with a brush.&nbsp; I make sure to cover most of the areas but not every inch, some of your skin is left virgin to the mango to allow the cool air to breeze against it.&nbsp; Seeming satisfied my hands leave your skin and the room goes silent once again.<br><br>Then without warning I take the small amount I have left I coat the folds of your labia with the gooey leftovers and slide my finger just inside your inner folds causing a slight sting as the citrus mango juice mixes with yours, while you feel the sudden light sting you feel my breathe upon your lips once more as I kiss you again delving deep into your mouth with my tongue and lightly nibbling your lower lip.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>07-10-2008, 23:21:41</strong>
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				I let out a small squeal at the touch of the cold fruit against my skin, this time more solid than the juice earlier. I squirm a little against the ropes, feeling the cool liquid slide over me, following the curves and indents of my body, my breath hitching as a stream of the juice slips over the inside of my thighs, feeling it pool on the leather beneath me. <br><br>Sight deprive, I can't anticipate your next moves, each fruit laden stroke a surprise, making me jerk against the ropes. I feel the mixture covering my body in a thin coat of mango juice and pulp. I turn my head, trying to follow you by the sound of your footsteps. <br><br>My back arch off of the bench in surprise, as much as I can, as you finger slide inside, my legs lifting automatically to cross my legs only to remember that I'm bound. I blink rapidly behind the blindfold, my breath growing short before feeling your breath against me again. I lean up into the kiss, moving my tongue against yours before you nibble my lip, a shiver shooting through me again at the slight sting. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>07-10-2008, 23:33:38</strong>
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				Moving both my hand up I place them on the side of your head as I return to kissing you and biting your lower lip and then suckling it before I finally remove my lips from yours.&nbsp; I travel to your left elbow and commence to clean the juice and pulp with deliberates sucks.&nbsp; My open mouth locking with my lips to your skin and as I suck the pulp up and my tongue glides over your sensitive skin licking up the juice.<br><br>Moving up your arm I pay lingering attention to your shoulder region in a series of kisses, suckle and flicks of the tongue.&nbsp; I spend some time in and around your armpit to admire your scent as well as play with your sensitive and ticklish tissue.&nbsp; Little flicks of the tip of my tongue against your skin as I am now pinching your left nipple.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>08-10-2008, 01:21:36</strong>
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				I shiver again as you bit my lower lip. A low shot of thrill ran through me as I feel your lips against my skin, lapping up the juices and sucking up the pulp. A gasp escaped my lips as your mouth work against the skin there. As you move away, the cleaned skin, still a bit sticky from the residue of the fruit and wet from your lips, cooled in the air, making goosebumps rise over my arms.<br><br>I make a low sound of pleasure in the back of my throat before you began moving your tongue to my armpit. I let out small burst of giggle as I try to move away from your tongue only to cut off with a soft moan as you pinch my nipple, writhing a little.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>08-10-2008, 04:20:15</strong>
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				Skimming my right hand down your left arm I stand astride the bench stepping over it. You can sense my hardness as I hesitate in the middle to stop and hold your head still for another kiss before running my other hand down your left arm following the first down under the bench, forcing me to lean into you tightly, and you can feel my hardness pushing through my pants into your abdomen just below the ribcage.&nbsp; I follow them down to your fingers grasping them in my hands and then squeezing tight as I grind my crotch against you and explore your teeth with my tongue.<br><br>I release your fingers and as my hands slide back up your arms as I release the pressure against you and lift my other leg to finish stepping over you. <br><br>I move to your right elbow and begin to clean the juice and pulp with deliberates sucks where I open my mouth locking my lips to your skin and as I continue to suck the pulp up and my tongue glides over your sensitive skin licking up the painted juice on your skin.<br><br>Moving up your arm I pay lingering attention to your shoulder region in a series of kisses, suckle and flicks of the tongue.&nbsp; I spend some time in and around your armpit to admire your scent some more as well as play with your sensitive and ticklish tissue.&nbsp; Little flicks of the tip of my tongue against your skin as I am now pinching your right nipple.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>08-10-2008, 08:42:26</strong>
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				I tilt my head up, quizzically, when I sense you standing over me. My abdomen tighten a little as you press your hardness against me, a blush spreading over my cheeks over again. I lace my fingers against yours, nails grazing against yours a little. My breath hitch against your lips as you moved against me. I exhale slowly in a shuddering breath as you pull away. <br><br>I squirm again, feeling the fruit pieces being lifted from my skin then your tongue over it, shivering as your tongue continue to sweep up the juices. My lips curl a little, recognizing the pattern as you move over to my shoulder, relishing the touch of your lips and tongue against my skin. Even with the anticipation, I couldn't stop myself from laughing as you move to my armpit, your breath itself tickling me. Though I know it to be futile, I moved away from the tongue before letting out a moan as you pinch my nipple, making it hard beneath your fingers. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>08-10-2008, 16:32:32</strong>
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				My sandpaper like tongue leaves your tender susceptible armpit and travels down your side to the center of your ribcage in a slippery slide leaving a shadow of salivate before it meanders up to the side of your right breast cleaning up the juice it that has drained down.&nbsp; I pick up your breast and with rigid kisses and coarse licks begin underneath and work my way around and up encircling it higher with each encompassing round.&nbsp; As I get near the spongy tender upper side of your mammilla I nibble at the soft skin just scraping with my teeth but not biting. My hand moves down to your folds and gently slides up and down just the outer folds rubbing the slick mango juice and working it around.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>09-10-2008, 01:44:32</strong>
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				I inhale sharply as your tongue travel up my side, squirming a bit when you reach my ribcage, the cool hair hitting the wet skin. My breath grow short as your lips move over to my breast. I bite on my lower lip, chewing on it a little as you move up, catching the soft flesh with my teeth. Releasing my breath slowly, I feel your teeth against the top of my breasts and whatever control I had manage to reclaim in the last few seconds disappear again. My body jump when I feel your fingers at my labia, twisting again a little, my face coloring again, embarrass at how the small action excite me. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>09-10-2008, 02:39:12</strong>
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				I once again crawl over you with my hardness evident through my pants pressing into your ribs and sliding down to the top of your abdomen.&nbsp; I lean into you again grinding into your body kissing you hard on the lips bringing the sweet taste of the mango to you and feeding your hunger.&nbsp; As I break the kiss I bite your upper lip gently suckling afterward and lingering there for a moment.&nbsp; I finish sliding over the top of you and you feel my tongue as it slides around your shoulder back to your left armpit.<br><br>My rough tongue combined with a set of suckling smacks moves down your side to the center of your ribcage in a haphazard path grazing your skin and leaving a slick trail before it ambles up to the wall of your left breast.&nbsp; Like the other side I pick up your breast and with passionate kisses begin underneath and work my way around and up surrounding it higher with each encircling pass.&nbsp; Getting near the spongy tender upper side of your breast I scrape my teeth at the soft skin. My hand returns to your folds and this time enters up to about the second knuckle caressing the outermost section of your inner walls while my thumb finds your nub and tickles it.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>09-10-2008, 04:20:57</strong>
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				I taste the mango, and beneath the sweet and the tart flavor, you. My breath hitch against your lips again, feeling your hardness grinding against me, my body want to arch against it involuntarily. I shake again in silent laugh as you move you tongue over my shoulder and armpit, the touches against the sensitive skin making me twist a little.<br><br>My chest rise and fall slightly faster now as you work your way down my torso, stopping at the indent of my ribs. I shiver as your lips touch my breast, a small gasp escaping me at the sensation as you work about it, my back arching against your lips as scrap your teeth across the top of my breast. Thinking that is the end of it, my body jolt in surprise feeling your finger enter me enough to tease me. A small moan erupt from me when your thumb graze against the sensitive tissue, jerking for the first time against the ropes in earnest. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>09-10-2008, 07:33:19</strong>
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				Having cleaned your Breast and arms, I now move down your body.&nbsp; I start in the valley between your breast and feathering out first a few inches on the left over your ribcage and down the side and then your right leaning over you.&nbsp; I work from side to side until I reach the pool in your navel.&nbsp; Sucking up and juice, I hold it in my mouth and come to yours Kissing you and as our mouths open, I feed the pure Mango into your mouth and over your tongue.&nbsp; After you receive it I suckle and nibble on your lips cleaning them of any juice that may have went astray all the while roughly massaging your breast and tweaking your nipples.<br><br>Having finished there I move to your navel again and using my tongue, I clean it thoroughly before again making my way to your pelvis like I did the rest of your midsection.<br><br>I continue across your pelvis on my way down to your pussy, then you can feel my body swing around and for a few moments you can’t tell where I am until I lick and kiss your vulva gently.&nbsp; I lick off the remaining Mango juice and as you continue to respond to my gentle suckles and kisses; I slowly insert my index finger into you no further than past my second knuckle, palm upward. Slowly I move my finger in and out of you as I begin grazing on your clitoris.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>10-10-2008, 02:39:03</strong>
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				I writhe against the ropes again, stifling a giggle at the touch of your lips against my ribcage. Drawing in a sharp breath, I feel your lips against my stomach. Feeling your lips against mine, I automatically part my lips. The tart and sweet taste of the mango fill my mouth, slightly warmed by yours. Rolling the liquid about my tongue, I swallow it, gasping against your lips as a sizzling sensation shot through me. I squirm again, a small giggle escape from me at your tongue against my navel before dying off, releasing my breath quietly as you move across my pelvis.<br><br>My skin tingles, the ghost of your touch still lingering over them. I try my best following your footsteps once again, only to be completely caught off guard by your breath then your tongue against my slit. I let out a small moan, my hips rising off of the bench a little as you slip your finger in, another shiver running through me. My breath shorten and heavy, I pant as your finger begin slipping in and out of me, my head toss back as gasps mix with whimpers escape me. I jerk against the ropes again, arching as far as I can from the bench. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>10-10-2008, 03:15:08</strong>
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				At this point, I gently curl my finger towards me (as if beckoning someone) and seek out the rough, ridged area at the top inside of your pussy. Gently applying pressure and using the pad of my fingertip, I pull my finger forward and back towards me, all the while licking on your clitoris and vulva.<br><br>I tell you, <strong>“Relax Kitty and trust me. Let your body take control and release all your inhibition.”</strong><br><br>I notice that your pussy is getting very wet and so I introduce my middle finger along with my index finger – again, going no further than the second knuckle.<br><br>I continue the entire process of curling my fingers upwards and applying pressure with the pads of my fingertips. Pulling my fingers towards me and then straightening them out, push them back in and then curl upwards again. Never stopping the licking of your pussy, and paying attention to light tonguing of your clitoris.&nbsp; My tongue envelopes your clit and pushes back the hood to gently lick around the base and suck it between my lips.<br><br>As you moan and buck your hips upward to meet my fingers, I again reassure you, <strong>“Relax Kitty and trust me completely.”</strong><br><br>Applying more pressure on that rough upper spot inside you I work my fingers in - upward curl - pull toward me - then in again faster and faster. I use my other hand to press gently on your abdomen, just above where my fingers are working inside you, pressing down on your rough spot pushing it onto my fingers.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>10-10-2008, 06:06:17</strong>
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				I gasp, my fingers scrambling for something to clutch on as you curl your finger. I bit down on my lip, listening to your words but shook my head at it, breathing heavily and trying to control myself, only to lose it again the instant your middle finger slip in. I ran my tongue against my lower lip, tasting the metallic tang in it mix with the mango juice, inhaling sharply through clench teeth.<br><br>I shake as you continue moving your fingers in and out of me, a small moan escaping me again as I try moving my hips to your fingers. I buckle against your lips, letting out a shuddering breath as you suck my clit, the wave of sizzling pleasure shooting through me. I crimson again, knowing that the position I'm in left nothing for me to hide. Even as I try to hold back my reactions, I am betray by the juices coating the top of my inner thighs. <br><br>Arching my back, I cry out, balling my hands as you speed up, my breath coming hard and fast as your fingers hit the spot, sparks running up and down my spine.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>10-10-2008, 07:01:56</strong>
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				Applying more pressure on that rough upper spot inside you I work my fingers in - upward curl - pull toward me - then in again faster and faster. I use my other hand to press gently on your abdomen, just above where my fingers are working inside you, pressing your rough spot down onto my fingers.<br><br>As you move into me I work extremely hard now as you are very close to cumming and ejaculating. Keeping my fingers working inside you and being careful not to be too rough, I keep my curled fingertips pressured now on your rough spot with constant pressure and rather than pulling my fingers toward me I press my palm against your clit pulling my hand upward – as if I am fucking my fingers against your rough spot. Stroking and fucking your rough spot using a constant motion and being careful to use my finger pads.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>10-10-2008, 21:21:13</strong>
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				Wordless sounds of pleasure break from my lips as I hook my fingers about the ropes, head toss back as I try to even out my breaths. I can hear the sound of my own pulse drumming in my ears. My world narrow down to the sensation of your fingers against me and your breath washing against my skin, both of which almost overshadow by the sparks running up my spine and the heat between my legs. I catch my lower lip between my teeth again and inhale sharply as my climax threaten to wash over me. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 00:43:52</strong>
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				<br>I can hear you getting really sodden inside and your pussy feels very wet, almost sloshy with juices. I tell you, <strong>“Cum Kitty, don’t hold back, cum for me, cum hard and wet”</strong> as I keep applying pressure and finger fucking the rough ridged area.<br><br><strong>“You feel the urge to pee don’t fight it, Kitty. <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Cum now!</span>”</strong> I command you. I keep on what I am doing with my fingers and increase your gratification by playing with your nipples using my other hand while I thrash your pussy and suckle your clit.<br><br>Your body begins to tremble now as you rock while experiencing an intense orgasm. <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Yes Kitty, that’s it, cum on me, coat me with your cum, don’t stop”.</strong></span> Your body shudders in orgasm as discharges of cum spray out coating me as I slurp, lick and suck as much of it as I can.<br><br>After you finish I lick you clean and untie your feet, then come forward and untie your hands.&nbsp; I take off your blindfold and lifting you back up to stand, I support your weakened body by holding you under your arms and kiss you hard, deeply, passionately and lingering; letting you have a taste of the sweet, salty cum mixed with the Mango juice and I pull you hard into my now naked body, my throbbing cock presses into your abdomen bending up squeezed between us.<br><br>Looking into your eyes I smile, <strong>“So Kitty, now that we have enjoyed some fruit, what would you like for desert?”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 03:43:26</strong>
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				At the order, I gasp as a shock of pain ripple through me simultaneously as well as a wave of pleasure. I cry out sharply as I come, squeezing tightly about your fingers as I do. The ropes hold me down against the bench but do absolutely nothing to stop me from rearing my head back, my back arching off of the leather seat. My hips rock against you even as I come, gasps and moans falling rapidly from my lips through heavy panting.<br><br>Limp and drain, I allow you to lift off the blindfold, moving my head only a little to allow you to slip it off of my head. I fair slump against you, fingers lace behind your neck to hold myself up. My lips move against yours lazily, tongue darting out to dance against yours, tasting the mixture, still wide-eyed and bewildered at the pleasure that a loss of control can bring. I blink blearily at your question, pleasure-addled brain not quite capable of processing your question.<br><br>I lick my lips to speak, only to find my voice slightly hoarse. I clear my throat and tried again, my breath still heavy and fast. Thinking again, I shook my head, indicating my indecision. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 06:27:45</strong>
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				I gently set you down on the bench and tell you not to move, walking over to the wall I grab a nice piece of Japanese silk rope tied up in a daisy chain and as I walk back over to you I unravel the end and the rope falls out untangled and straight, it’s about 15’ long and just under a half inch in circumference. I tell you to hold your hands out straight at the shoulder and keep your wrist about shoulder width apart.<br><br>Finding the center of the rope I place it over your wrists the middle and taking one end wrap it twice counterclockwise around your wrists, not pulling them together, I then take the other end and do the same in a clockwise rotation.&nbsp; After there are about six rounds on your wrist, I make sure they are not lapped over and take one end to the center where I started and roll it over the top from me to you around the strands from the center outwards towards your wrist where I loop the end underneath itself and droop the loose end over your wrist.&nbsp; I then take the other end and bundle it up so it will not catch you in the face as I repeat rolling it, this side though goes underneath and back over towards me, again looping it under itself and drooping the loose end over your wrist.<br><br>I check to make sure it is loose around your wrist, and then twist the coils I just made in the center in the same fashion you would wring out a towel as you feel the entire knot begin to feel taught and tighten around your wrists.&nbsp; I continue to check the wrist and when it is tight enough that I can slip one finger underneath, I pull on it to make sure the center is firm.<br><br><div align="center">(http://img522.imageshack.us/img522/7594/knot01ef8.jpg)</div><br>Satisfied with it, I tell you can now putt your hands down while I step back to take another look at you and smile.&nbsp; You find that the rope has the same tension as a bar between your wrists.&nbsp; You can twist them but you can not push them together nor pull them apart.<br><br>I then take you by the knot and turning it you see that your shoulders and entire body follow.&nbsp; So if I turn it clockwise from your view, you feel compelled to bend down to your right at the waist, counterclockwise and you bend to your left.&nbsp; Hen taking the knot I have you stand up and move to a pillar at the far side of the dungeon, close to the wall and lifting your hands over your head, I settle the knot above a hook so you are standing quite straight up, in fact you need to raise on your toes to get it over the hook.<br><br>Once you are there, I lean against you and kiss you hard on the lips biting your lower lip drawing just little bit of blood that I lick up before standing back, <strong>“So what do you think, what’s going through that mind of yours?”</strong><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 01:36:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Wide-eyed, I watch you as you tie the knot, my breath still erratic and not yet evened out. I hold still, my eyes following the looping of the rope back and forth between my wrists. The rope twists against my skin, the silk sliding against my skin as I test what little freedom that I have in them. <br><br>Once you have finish, I lower my arms and study the knot as you demonstrate the restriction of my movements before moving me over to the pillar. Once the rope is hooked, I stand, my back straight against the pillar and continue to stare at you, my calves straining a little to keep myself standing. I shiver as you bite down on my lower lip, my tongue darting out to sweep across my lip to taste the metallic tang of the blood on my tongue. I swallow as you ask the question. I smile at you wryly. "If I'm still capable of thinking, you're not doing your job." My laugh still sound a bit weaker than it usually is. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 06:50:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"You stand,"</strong> I smirk, <strong>"accused of inciting a mental riot. How do you plead?"</strong><br><br>All you do is glare back at me. I can see a sense of defiance sparkle in your eyes. My lip twitches, trying not to smile.<br><br><strong>"Pleading the fifth I see. Somehow I knew you would. Very Well, Kitty. Then I'll be your judge, jury, jailor,"</strong> here I look up at the tied wrists, <strong>"and parole officer. And if you do what you're supposed to, you may get off early for good behavior."</strong> I snicker at my own bad pun.<br><br>I kiss you like I would devour you; consume you, from your throat to your soul. You feel my fingers run up the back of your neck and into your hair. Sliding my kiss down to the hollow of your throat, I pull back on your hair, throwing your head back right before I bite, a gasp from your throat, right beneath my chin.<br><br>Hands still holding your head back, I back my head from your throat and you can just see my lips twitch, hiding a smile.<br><br><strong>"And so begins another chapter."</strong> My eyes sparkle with lust and something you can’t quite define.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 08:27:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				My brain somewhat more clear now as the last buzz of pleasure from my climax wears off, I stare at you silently, daring you to make your next move. I remain wordless even as you continue on in your soliloquy, my eyes narrowing a little at your laugh.<br><br>I gasp in surprise against your lips as you press them against mine, my eyes flying wide before closing again. Your fingers against my neck make me shiver a little. A small cry erupt from me as you yank my head back, exposing my neck before biting down. I hiss a little before letting out a gasp of surprise mix with pleasure. <br><br>Caught off guard, I watch you as you pull back, my lips part, astonished. The way that you say those words send another shiver up my spine, half from anticipation and half from wariness. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 19:03:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I look deep into your eyes, staring, unblinking as you feel my hand tracing up your thigh slipping into your folds and then out and up where I stop on with my fingers resting on your nub, gently tracing circles until you feel the sudden wisp of air as my hand pulls rapidly away from you, and before you can think the cool sensation of the little waif of air is replaced by a sting as you hear my hand meet your flesh in the same spot with a sharp smack.<br><br>Giving you just a few moments to experience the sudden flash of sensation my fingers return to gently rub the now more sensitive flesh.&nbsp; After feeling the initial heat of your blood rushing there, my hand continues the upward path across you stomach to your breast where it grabs the still sticky skin and kneads it roughly before pinching the nipple and then grabbing your chin turning you face directly to mine.&nbsp; <br><br>I lean back in and kiss you hard my tongue searching out the coppery tasting fluid that still seep from your lower lip.&nbsp; After a few moments I abruptly pull away and look back at you, <strong>“Now turn around Kitty.”</strong><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 22:01:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I chew on my lower lip, determine not to make another noise, or at least one that I know you want to hear, as you trail a hand up my thigh. Inhaling sharply, I close my eyes as you dip your finger into my slit, pulling a little on the rope when your finger trace the sensitive nub of flesh. My body jolt as a sizzle of pleasure shot through me when your hand come down hard across the nub, a small gasp escaping my lips as I turn my head to the side.<br><br>My eyes close as you move your hands upward and knead at my breasts. I jerk against the rope again, trying to move away from your hands even my body struggle to move against yours. <br><br>I hiss a little at the sting from your tongue against the small cuts on my lips, watching you as you draw back, my eyebrow arch a little, studying you for a few minutes before turning about hesitantly with a twirl on my toes. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 23:13:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I help you twist around as you get up on your toes by removing the rope from above and allowing it to entwine with your body as you twirl.&nbsp; You hear me amble away for a moment and return; as I do you can feel my hand feather up your thigh and onto your ass cheek. You try to turn enough to see what I am up to, but I grab a handful of hair and make you face the pillar instead.<br><br><strong>"Now Kitty, you don't want me to blindfold you, you have already had that lesson and know the sweet exhilaration. This is as close as it will get, so stay facing that way."</strong> I don’t add a threat. It would be superfluous because it hangs in the air and is shimmered in my voice. I let my hand remain in your hair, tight, just above the nape of my neck like a comforting sting. My left hand leaves your ass and is replaced by something cooler than the radiant heat of my fingers, trailing circles where I had left off. You can feel the rough leather of the crop softly abrading your skin. <strong>“They say the key is breathing. Focus on it. Oxygen flow helps with involuntary muscle control. That's what the text books say. I say its bullshit.”</strong><br><br><strong>"Watching you fight your natural reactions is amusing. Your heart's racing, no matter how you try to calm it. Meditation won't help you, Kitty. I can feel your pulse, taste it in the back of my throat. That racing heart is not from fear."</strong> I lightly tap the crop across your upper thighs.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>15-10-2008, 07:22:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Facing the pillar, I can't help but become curious about exactly what you have up your sleeves. Hearing your return, I try to turn around at see what you're up to as your fingers trail up my thigh, only to be reprimanded, your hand in my hair forcing my to turn back to the pilloar once again. I can feel your fingers pulling slightly at my hair as you keep me facing the pillar.<br><br>I shiver involuntarily as something cool and definitely not recognizable as your fingers move over my ass. The recognition of the worn leather register in my mind, making my pulse skyrocket. I can imagine the handle in my hand, the way it feels as it snaps against my palm, but I have never been on the receiving end of it, never felt its stinging kiss. I move against the rope a little, my stomach tightening at the inevitable that I know is coming. You talk about controlling pain, or rather, the body's reaction to it. I can't help but let out a little laugh at that, remember exactly how many times I have been the one giving that speech.<br><br>My laughter dies off, however, as I feel the crop tapping against my thighs, goosebumps rising where it make its contact. Pulse drumming loudly in my ears, I barely make out what you are saying. "Didn't plan on meditating." I answer, pulling a little against the rope, my muscles are starting to protest the strain that is being put on them. Though you have hit the nail on its head when you say that my pulse is not rising because of fear. Rather, it rises because of the adrenaline rushing through me, the anticipation making me wet even without your actual contact. I release a breath between my teeth as I close my eyes, my ears straining to hear the sound of the blow coming. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>15-10-2008, 20:53:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				You say, <em>"Didn't plan on meditating." </em> Your remuneration for speaking is a pointed smack to the ass from the crop followed with fingers smoothing the stinging flesh immediately after and I think I hear a suppressed a whimper.<br><br><strong>"What is it you were saying? ‘<em>If you’re still capable of thinking, I’m not doing my job</em>’ I think that’s it. Well, kitty, you aren't allowed to think or talk. I want you to fully understand it without the verbal expression."</strong> there is a moment’s pause, then you feel the sting of leather cutting across flesh as you receive another swift pop to the ass, followed by smooth fingers tracing the growing welt.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>15-10-2008, 22:25:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Even as prepared as I am, my body still jolts in surprise at the first contact of the crop, a small whimper making it out of my lips before I stifle it. Breathing through my nose, I ball up my fingers, listening to your words.<br><br>A whine starts in the back of my throat at the feel of the leather snapping against my skin, the burn of the impact and the sting of your fingers tracing over the welt. I bite on my tongue to stop myself from replying, but I can't stop from answering you cheekily, "I can stop talking, but to stop me from thinking is only something that you can do." I wiggle my hip at you, taunting you, daring you to strike harder. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>16-10-2008, 20:26:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				You feel the tip of the crop as it touches your calf and grazes up the back of your leg over your thighs and rest on your ass teasing the welt from before.&nbsp; My hand lets go of your hair and grabs the back of your head straightening it to the front, <strong>“Stay facing that way”</strong> is my command.<br><br>You can feel the crop as it travels over your cheek in circles lightly while my hand reaches around and grabs your nipple pinching and twisting it.&nbsp; As I see you react the crop leaves its gentle strokes and you feel Whack, Whack, Whack three more times before you feel the tip dangle against you calf again while my finger work feather across the welts forming and my hand releases you from the pinch and begins to massage your breast.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>18-10-2008, 23:45:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I shiver involuntarily at the fleeting touch of the crop, the anticipation of the blows leaving me fair breathless. A soft breath escape between my teeth as your fingers rest against the welts. My lips curl petulantly as you force my head back to stare at the pillar. "Because the view is so enticing." I murmur dryly.<br><br>My protests, however, are interrupted when your fingers fasten about a nipple. I close my eyes, my breath escaping in a gasp again as I arch into your hand. My body jolts in response to the snap from the crop, the sizzle of the hits fading away, contrasting to the stinging pleasure spreading over me. I tug a little against the rope, a tremor running through me at the burn and the soothing feeling of your fingers against the hot patches of skin. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>20-10-2008, 23:07:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				My hand leaves your nipple and glides down your stomach to play for a short time with your belly button before pulling your stomach back out and you feel my lips meet the skin of your lower back near the tail bone.&nbsp; As I hold you back still caressing the welts on your ass you can feel my lips begin to gently suckle the skin and probe it with my tongue saturating the area with a thin coat of saliva and tantalizing the out reaches of my mouths with a soothing soft suckle.&nbsp; <br><br>At the same time you are feeling this, my hand in front slips back down to your folds and my middle finger only enter you piercing the sensitive walls and reaching upwards finding that familiar rough spot upwards and inside you.&nbsp; It seems like an agonizing time as you squirm to my touch.<br><br>At once you notice my hand is no longer caressing your welts, my teeth clench down on the nub of flesh currently suckled in between them, my thumb comes down on your cliterous pinching it between my middle finger inside and the thumb outside almost clamp like and you feel the presence of the crop as it falls swift and hard on your cheek.&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>CRACK!</strong></span><br><br>After this I continue to suckle the bite briefly, you feel the crop on your calf again with the warm fingers smoothing the newest welt and the vice like grip eases into a gentle rub between the digits.&nbsp; I rise up and kiss the side of your neck from behind and listen for your breathing and feel your pulse beneath my lips as it beats through your neck gauging your current state.<br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>21-10-2008, 22:14:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I squirm against your hand as you play with my belly button, a small burst of giggle erupting from my lips at the sensation. Drawing in a sharp breath, I shiver against you as your lips move against the welts.<br><br>A ragged breath escape me as your finger slip into my folds again. I hiss, moving against your finger, quiet whimpers about me. I yelp out in surprise as your teeth fasten on the patch of flesh. My resolve forgotten, I moan, my head falling forward as your thumb pinch my clit. I twist against the rope, my legs threaten to buckle beneath me. My breath exhale in a rush at the snap of the crop, my body jerking again. My cry bounces off of the walls. I mewl, a soft shuddering breath escape as your fingers smooth over the welt. My head bow, my body slumping slightly against the restraint as you kiss the side of my neck, low whimpers rolling in the back of my throat. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>21-10-2008, 23:44:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sensing that you are enjoying this, a smile comes to my face, a smile that you cannot see but rather feel as my lips lift up from your neck.&nbsp; The hand in your folds now sends in two more compatriots to join the one finger already there.&nbsp; The finger inside curl up as the palm of my hand settles on your nub and begin to rock in and out of you with each stroke that hits your rough g-spot comes a squeeze down from the palm.<br><br>You notice that the crop nor my hand are no longer on the welts, but on the next squeeze you feel the crop <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>CRACK </strong></span>across you.&nbsp; So begins the rhythm, at the climax of every stroke the crop falls upon your stinging skin harder and faster the blows fall and the strokes grower more fervent. Some of the strokes fall to your upper thigh, but just enough to entice the sting out a bit further before they return you your now cherry red ass.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>22-10-2008, 21:46:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I arch back against you, my breath fast and ragged as more of your fingers join in. My eyes close as your hand apply pressure on my clit, the tremor continue to run through me. I jerk each time your fingers stroke against the rough patch, stars flying behind my eyelids. <br><br>As my hips move against your fingers, a moan from my lips before suddenly being cut off in a yelp at the snap of crop against me. Releasing a breath through clenched teeth at the burn, I find my hips moving back against your fingers, anticipating rising at both the blow and the strokes preceding it. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>27-10-2008, 19:32:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I can feel you getting close but no presents yet for the kitty, with one last squeeze and one last <strong>Crack </strong>across your now cherry red lined ass the crop and hands disappear.&nbsp; I leave you there breathing for what seems an eternity until you feel my hand lift the hair from your neck on the opposite side of where I was. The back of my knuckles graze your neck ever so delicately as they pull your hair back and you feel me standing behind you, my hardness pressing into the back of your thighs and the heat from my body against the welts as my other hand caresses the sting titillating it as the pain seems to move outward from the welts at the beckoning of my fingers.&nbsp; A slow steady pain that crawls under the surface as it chases my fingers across your welts.<br><br>My mouth falls on the side of your neck and makes it up to the little cup just at the back of your jawbone but in front of your ears.&nbsp; After suckling you there and judging your pulse from the blood pumping through, my tongue slides down the side of your neck and you feel my teeth as the suddenly bite into you at the nape of the neck under where a shirt collar would be.&nbsp; You can feel that the bite is just hard enough to break the skin bit not deep enough to take a piece of skin out in their grip.<br><br>After your natural jump my free hand makes it back around to your breast and while it massages your breasts roughly intermittently tweaking your nipple.&nbsp; My mouth begins to suckle and lick at the bite wound relishing in the blood flow that it has enticed to form.&nbsp; My tongue gently massages the wound and my lips caressing the surrounding tissue.&nbsp; My other hand continues to teases your welts.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>27-10-2008, 21:48:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I stand in silence, my eyes closed as I try evening my breaths out again, the ghost of your fingers and the burn of the crop still imprint in my flesh. My breath catch in my throat at the fleeting touch of your knuckles against my neck and the faint sting of your fingers about my hair, twisting it about your digits. The steady waves of pain continue radiating out from the welts, intensifying with each graze of your fingers against the inflame spots.<br><br>My heart pound loudly against your tongue, and I don't doubt that you can hear my breath, barely evening out, speeding up again with each swipe of your tongue. I let out a shuddering breath, my body slumping against yours momentarily before jolting aware again at the sensation of your teeth against my skin, the sensitive flesh there making my nerves spark.<br><br>A soft hiss escape my lips as I move back against you, my breasts arching against your hand, a tremor running through me at the combination of the sting from the small cut against my neck and the lingering burn from the welts. My mouth part slightly, quiet gasps and moans leaving my lips in response to your ministration. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>27-10-2008, 22:06:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I can taste the copper as the warm liquid seeps from the shallow wound and you can tell when I do as my hands clench just a little tighter in their ministrations.&nbsp; As I continue massaging your breast and caressing your stinging welts, my tongue laps up every warm drop of the red liquid your neck feeds me.<br><br>As the flow slows down and you continue move against me you can feel my hardness as it grows between your thighs. I reach up and take your restraint rope off the hook and twist you around so you are now facing away from the pillar and you see me reach over on the table for your namesake, the cat-o–nine-tails.&nbsp; This one though doesn’t have the heavy leather braids meant to rip flesh, instead the tails are a softer almost calf’s hide leather.<br><br>You may be fooled with the look of the soft leather but with the first flick of the wrist against your abdomen, you can feel the warmth rush to the several small stings.&nbsp; Not the welt type sting from the crop, a different sensation as it draws out the blood to the surface and stings a bit more than it hurts.&nbsp; The pain is concentrated in a wide swath and on the surface.&nbsp; After the new sensation is introduced again it is followed by my hand gently rubbing the pint of impact as though rubbing an ointment into your skin, only this ointment can’t be found at Nordstrom’s and beware the intoxication can be so much more addictive.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>28-10-2008, 02:54:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I let out another slow sigh at the sensation of your tongue against the cut before you tug me about. I twist my wrists a little against the restraints, blood pounding in my ears. My eyes widen a little at the cat-o-nine-tails, scanning over the thongs of the flog, my breath hitching in my throat again at the instrument.<br><br>The first snap of the thongs against my stomach make me suck my breath in, muscles contracting at the contact. I spare a look down and watch the red patch appearing. My legs shook a little at pressure your hand apply to the area, a ripple of stings rising and following the place of impact. A soft moan burst from my lips as I begin sinking against the restraint again, looking up at you through the heavy curtain of my hair, chest rising and falling rapidly as my eyes begin fluttering shut again as the sensation. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>28-10-2008, 03:00:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				My hand glances down your stomach and through your pelvis to your petal like folds as I rub through them checking your courrent state of arrousal.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>28-10-2008, 04:16:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I hiss a little as your fingers slip down against me, and another shuddering breath escape me as your fingers come away, coat with my juice. I stare defiantly back at you, my lips curling, daring you to make a comment. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>28-10-2008, 04:56:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				No words escape my lips except for the smile as I bring my finger to my mouth and lick them clean, I look over and there is the quirk upon your face.&nbsp; The cat-o-nine-tails comes down across your breast now, first from the left in a winding arc over my head.&nbsp; You can hear the wind whisp as it comes down in almost <em>hissing</em> <strong>Smack</strong> carried through to the outreached arm and then the return stoke comes back from the other side <em>hisss</em> <strong>Smack</strong> and around my head for a second passing in much the same fashion <em>hisss</em> <strong>Smack</strong> <em>hisss</em> <strong>Smack</strong>. <br><br>I look up to see if your smirk is gone before reaching out and sacking your breast a couple of times with my bare hands.&nbsp; Whence the color turns nice and red then i bend in and graze my tongue across the surface feeling the warmth as the blood flow rushes to try and ease the pain, but it is funny how that same blood brings heat and only increases the stinging sensation.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>28-10-2008, 05:37:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I jerk my head back at each of the blow, feeling the pain blossoming over my chest as the strikes fall rapidly, the hissing a brief warning before the lashes falls against my skin. <br><br>I close my eyes, my throat working as I swallow before opening my eyes again to meet yours, a sharp gasp from my lips as your hands work against my breasts. Rolling my head back, I moan, the heat continuing to radiate from your fingers, the stinging sensation increasing despite your attempts at "soothing" them. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>29-10-2008, 20:44:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As my one hand continues to work your breast alongside my mouth the flog flies up level with your eyesight before disappearing out of sight <em>hisss</em> <strong>Smack</strong> and hitting you vulva and pelvis.&nbsp; Since your legs are together I use the opportunity to take ny hand and the cat-o-nine-tails and coerce them apart slightly, once you do then two more quick rounds <em>hisss</em> <strong>Smack</strong> <em>hisss</em> <strong>Smack</strong> directly across your folds and you nub before my finger massage the outside folds and feel the warmth of the blood flow.<br><br>My finger work themselves inside your folds with the heel of my palm rubbing your nub, trying to determine if you are ready yet, or need a little more coercion to bring your sense to their full peak before we continue.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>30-10-2008, 00:30:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				At the silence, I open my eyes again, just in time to follow the thongs of the flog. My breath catching in my throat, I brace myself for the blows. A sharp yelp tear from my lips as the flog streak across my skin. I twist a little, a soft hiss from between my clench teeth as the leather stripes strike across my folds. The sparks of pain flare with the touch of your fingers, making my legs buckle against you. <br><br>Another moan drag itself out of my lips with a ragged breath. I shake hard, my head bow forward as I look up at you through the strands of my hair. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>30-10-2008, 06:52:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I toss the flog over onto a table to the side and taking both of my hands, one on each side I push your hair back over your ears and shoulder and lean in to kiss you.<br><br>I press my cheek to yours and blow in your ear, your warm face against mine and your sweet sweet smell making me crazy with desire. I gently press my lips against your silky lips and immediately sparks come between us. As I feel your warm pulsating tongue tangle with mine I feel your warm body become hot as I caress your welts and we yearn for each other's bodies. <br><br>I reach up and take the restraints from over the hook and lead you across the room to a table, still holding onto the rope binding I walk around the table which pulls you down across it with your feet still on the floor.&nbsp; Reaching under the far end of the table I pull up a leather belt and secure the ropes so your torso is bent over the table and your arms pulled up in front of you.&nbsp; I walk back around behind you and give your red ass cheeks a smart <strong>crack </strong>with my bare hand, then using my feet spread your feet apart below you.<br><br>I step up behind you and you can feel my hardness as its length presses up against your folds.&nbsp; I take my hands and begin to massage your tense back muscles starting near the top and your shoulder blades down along your side by your ribs and then back up to the middle of your lower back.&nbsp; As one hand continues to knead the muscles in your lower back the other goes down to your welts on your but and thighs tracing them lightly with the backs of my fingernails.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>31-10-2008, 00:55:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The light touches in contrast to the heavier blows earlier left me breathless, shuddering in the wake of your caress and the warmth of your skin against mine. <br><br>My lips move against yours as small gasps continue to form between us, my responses to your fingers moving against the fresh welts. The rope about my wrists twist as my feet pad against the concrete floor, cool against my soles, letting you guide me over to the table. <br><br>The edge of the table dig into my thighs as you move me across it, my muscles screaming in protest as my arms are pull up and across of me. I let out a small yelp of protest at the spank before slumping further down against the table as you spread my feet. <br><br>I flinch a little against your hands as they begin working against the muscles on my shoulders before slowly melting into your ministrations, my cheek press against the flat of the table, the surface cool against my skin. I draw in a slow, shuddering breath that end with a soft coo at the slight sting of your finger against the welts. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>01-11-2008, 08:13:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I skid down behind you and you can feel my chest graze against your cheeks as I slide down.&nbsp; I Smack both your cheeks a couple of times and then using my hands I seize you and turn your cheeks upwards and spread them away from each other revealing your crotch to me.&nbsp; My tongue darts out and finds the surface folds of your pussy with its rough sandpaper like scrapes.&nbsp; Your sweet musky smell is intoxicating and the taste of your heady fluids is an aphrodisiac to me.&nbsp; I lap them up and clean the menstruation's that have slipped out before darting inside.<br><br>My tongue pierces you as id splits apart your folds and finds your inner walls sliding along their smooth slick surface and drawing more of the spicy juice you are presenting to me as I lap them up greedily as fast as they flow.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>02-11-2008, 21:47:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I yelp again at the slaps, the burn of them tingling against my flesh. I hiss as I slip against the table again as you pull me up, exhaling slowly as my wet slit is exposed. My fingers ball up into fists and my back arches at the feeling of your tongue scraping against me. I wriggle back against you a little, a soft moan sliding from my lips at the sensation of your tongue slipping into my sex. I press my cheek against the cool surface of the table as a ragged gasp is torn from me. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>04-11-2008, 00:50:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sliding back up my chest grazes you ass again and you feel my now throbbing hardness as its top round ridge comes in contact with your folds.&nbsp; Rocking my hips slowly you can feel it move along the length of you with the top of my head rubbing against your nub.&nbsp; A few more <strong>smacks </strong>from my hand and I lean forward so you can feel my weight upon you pressing you slightly into the table and you can feel my hot breath in your ear.<br><strong><br>"Tell me what you want Kittie, tell me what you would like me to do to you,"</strong> I whisper throatily into your ear as one more <strong>SMACK </strong>lands on your rump.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>04-11-2008, 22:22:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I flex my fingers a little, yelping at the smacks, the slight and burn becoming a constant. My juices trail down the inside of my legs. A slow moan is dragged out of my lips, feeling your head rubbing against me, my knees buckling. A slow heat start spreading from between my legs as I move back a little against you. <br><br>Your voice have a greater effect on me than you can ever expect. Panting softly, I cry out again at the slap. "I...I want more. Please." I whimpered quietly. "I want you." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>05-11-2008, 21:04:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				You can feel me as I take the head of my cock and scrape it along your folds coating it with your juices.&nbsp; The pre-cum mixing with your as I am at almost full arousal.&nbsp; Teasingly it glides back and forth as I can feel the heat from the welts there along with the heat from inside waiting in anticipation.&nbsp; <strong>SMACK </strong>comes a hand onto your read cheeks as it continues to slide up and down, not entering, just teasing you.<br><br>Finally after several strokes you feel me stop at you entrance and direct it inside of you, just the tip and then back out, my fingers replace it and thrust deep inside finding your spongy interior wall behind your clit and tease you a little more.&nbsp; They are replaced again by my head you feel it split your folds and collapse around it.&nbsp; A sigh leaves my lips as I feel the silky smooth interior fold around the ridge of my head.<br><br>Back out once more and then without warning I drive into you piercing you deep and hard as another <strong>SMACK </strong>falls on your cheek.&nbsp; Sinking all the way in and finding bottom as you feel my head press into your cervix where I hold waiting for your reaction.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>07-11-2008, 07:56:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I moan softly, my breath short at the sensation of you moving along my slit. I hold still, not wanting to give you an excuse to prolong the torture. My thighs bump against the edge of the table as your hand come down on me again. I stifle a gasp, chewing on my lower lip again, tasting blood in my mouth as I let out a slow whine, wiggling back impatiently.<br><br>Releasing my lower lip, I gasp out as the head pushed in, my back curving as I move a little off of the table, a jolt of pleasure shooting through me as your fingers move in. I wriggled back against your fingers, panting. A sharp cry escape from me as you slip in, my fingers balling into fists again. I close my eyes, keenly aware of the potent strength behind me.<br><br>A half-moan and half-scream tear from my lips as you suddenly plunge in. My nails dig into the fleshy palm of my hands. My body tenses for a moment, breath frozen in my chest. Slowly I exhale, before my breath starts coming in faster. My body tremble beneath yours, barely registering the burn from the slap. <br><br>I press my forehead to the smooth surface of the table, cool against heated skin. I swallow, trying to calm myself and reclaim some semblance of control. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>09-11-2008, 03:40:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I lay inside you peeling your walls apart feeling your pulse as your silky innards pulsate over me.&nbsp; You are wet enough that this plunge has lubricated my hardness making the pull back out smoother than the drive in.&nbsp; As I pull out I can feel your walls collapse back together against my head and the feeling of them scraping along my ridge forces a slight gasp from my lips, the first sign of my passion to betray me since we entered the dungeon.<br><br>I pull out almost all the way, just my tip laying inside of you then in a quick motion penetrate about halfway inside you before pulling back out and slamming back into the depths I was before, my twitching hardness pulsating inside you as my pre-cum mixes with your building wetness.&nbsp; You expect another smack this time but none comes.&nbsp; Laying my body down over your back with me still buried and twitching inside of you, my mouth finds the bite from earlier and suckles it in as I grind in small circles now.&nbsp; Just about an inch of circular motion with in and out motions for what seems an eternity.<br><br>I turn my head to yours ear and you can feel me half breathe and half speak into your ear, <strong>"Feel free to talk if you want, you deserve it tonight." </strong>Lifting my body back up I begin to find a rhythm of ever increasing strokes getting longer and harder as I do behind you.&nbsp; My hands on your hips squeezing and massaging them as I begin.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>09-11-2008, 05:26:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I whine a little, impatience making me buckle against you as you shift only a little, small gasps erupting from me as you grind against me. My juices snake down my thighs as I draw in a sharp breath, feeling your lips against the bite. <br><br>The thrusts push me against the table, the edge of the table digging into me. I writhe beneath you, panting hard, breasts caught between myself and the surface of the desk. I move back against you, mewling at the harder thrusts, my hips grinding back against yours. Long hair splayed over my shoulders and curl against the surface next to me. <br><br>I curl my fingers a little, my eyes closing with a moan. "I-I..." I trail off with another cry as sparks of pleasure run up my back, shooting through me with a sizzling sensation. "You must be doing your job right because..." I give a breathless laugh before crying out again. "More...please?" My voice come out timidly. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>09-11-2008, 05:55:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				My thrust becomes more forceful now as I feel the ripples from your walls snake up and down my light with each stroke.&nbsp; With you bent over the table the pressure is pushing down on the front of your canal and each thrust forces my head to cross your rough spongy area behind your clit.&nbsp; <br><br>As my head crosses the area the sensation on the underside ridge at the back of my head is electrifying shooting blasts of pleasure up my shaft and straight to my spine.&nbsp; The rhythm begins to increase in tempo slightly and I help you hips to rock back into me.&nbsp; Each time I pull you back the restraints of the rope around your wrist slides as far as it will go before catching on the wider part of your wrist stopping your body from traveling and further as it tugs on your arms.<br><br>My hands slide up from your hips to the middle of your back then glide roughly up the middle of your spine to the back of your neck and under your hair.&nbsp; Grabbing a handful of your hair in each hands I pull your head back and thrust a few more times a couple of grunts releasing from my lips before laying your head back down.&nbsp; My hands then part the hair on the back of your neck and slide your split locks up over your shoulders falling on the table next to your head as they comb through it.&nbsp; I take my hands and this time sparingly graze them back down your back on either side of your spine, gentle enough that you can feel the pads of my fingertips, but nothing more.&nbsp; Upon reaching your ass you receive a couple of more <strong>SMACKS </strong>followed by a gentle massage of the tender flesh.<br><br>All the while my hardness is impaling itself into you splitting your walls apart.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>09-11-2008, 22:25:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh..." My legs were threatening to buckle beneath me as you thrust harder, sharp jolts of pleasure shooting through me with every thrust. I clench down about you, exhaling slowly, struggling to hold back my climax.<br><br>I hiss at the sensation of your fingers tangling in my hair before you release the grip on my strands again. I rest my forehead against the table again, the polished surface steaming up from my breath, trying to gather myself again. The rope twist against my wrist, leaving behind redden patches of skin as I strain against it. <br><br>I shiver at the newly exposed skin on my back, completely bared before you now. Goosebumps rise against my arms at the sensation of your fingers gliding against the my back before jolting again at the slaps. I let out a small moan at the burn from them, the sparks of pain goading the pleasure to rise even faster. Shaking hard, I let out a shuddering breath, a series of moans falling from my lips. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>10-11-2008, 07:04:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Thump, thump, thump you feel the steady rhythm of the long full hard strokes now as they fall into place like the beating of a base drum.&nbsp; Each stroke full and piercing as it impales itself into you.&nbsp; I can feel the contractions within as they ripple up and down my length with each thrust.&nbsp; Your juices flowing have made things slick and wet so the sounds begin to come with the squick, squick, squick of each thrust.&nbsp; I can smell the sweet musky aroma of raw sex now as it begins to permeate the room building into all of the sensations.<br><br>I look down and see your beautiful body laid out on the table below me and see you back rising and falling with your breaths as they get deeper and stronger, in tune with my own.&nbsp; I follow from the top of your head to your locks now splayed out on the table next to it.&nbsp; Then to the top of your back as your shoulder blades rotate in an attempt to free yourself from the restraints at the other end of the table.&nbsp; Following down your spine I can feel it with my eyes all the way down to your lower back as it gyrates as much as it can on the tale pushing up and down and side to side trying to coax my orgasm.&nbsp; It becomes a race to see who will hold the longest or who will reach the finish line first, but that doesn’t matter as time has now slipped from my consciousness.&nbsp; Inside you I can feel your pulse as the blood rushes to your vulva straining to feed oxygen to your muscles as they work feverishly to stroke me.&nbsp; Our combined aromas become so poignant that I can almost taste your sex, and the sounds of our joined squelching sex and your moans mixing with my own as they reverberate and echo off the cold hard walls of the dungeon.<br><br>Suddenly you feel the flog again as it comes down on your exposed back in rhythm with my latest thrust in, <em>hisss</em> <strong>Smack/Thump</strong>.&nbsp; My entire length inside you deep, so deep I can feel your cervix as the flog hits you at the same time.<br><br><div align="center"><em>hisss</em> <strong>Smack/Thump</strong>, <em>hisss</em> <strong>Smack/Thump</strong>, <em>hisss</em> <strong>Smack/Thump</strong><br><br>As we build together and the dungeon begins to become a distant memory becoming lost in the sensations.</div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>11-11-2008, 05:16:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I twisted my wrists, bending them toward me, trying to slip out of the knots about my wrists, straining against it before giving up with a frustrated growl that dies off into a wanton moan with your thrust. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed in the room, the delicious sensation of your skin against mine and the hardness of the desk a contrast that goads at my fondness for textural contrasts.<br><br>My entire world narrowed down to the the sensation of you against me, your breath against my skin, the sparks of pleasure running through me. I continue grinding against you, gasping and moaning sporadically.<br><br>The fall of the flog caught me off guard, a scream more from surprise than pain erupt from my lips as I jerk against the rope. I whimper at the thrust, rocking back against you again, a soft hiss from my lips at the sting from the lash before gasping again at the thrust. I groan, a small whine from my throat as I begin to figure out the pattern. My breath grow heavy as the pleasure of your thrusts, contrasting with the stings from the blows, make my climax rise faster.<br><br>"Please..." I wriggle back against you a little, my teeth catching my lower lip. I'm not sure exactly what I'm asking for, but the word falls from my lips without prompting. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>12-11-2008, 06:42:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center">The steady thump and smacks continue for quite some time.<br><br><em>hisss</em> <strong>Smack/Thump</strong>, <em>hisss</em> <strong>Smack/Thump</strong>, <em>hisss</em> <strong>Smack/Thump</strong></div><br>Each thrust brings with it a hiss from my lips that build into a crescendo of sorts until they start to become more grunts than hiss and the smacks stop but the pounding from me picks up in pace and intensity as my hands squeeze your hips pulling you onto me – every once in a while I spank your ass cheek to remind you of the welts you have there.&nbsp; Harder and deeper I pound splitting your wall and impaling you with each forceful stroke.&nbsp; My breathing gets harder and the hisses have definitely turned into grunts as you can feel the cold air of the dungeon slicking away the heat that is rushing with the blood to your exposed and now tender back.<br><br>My hand I bend over as my hands push up the sides of your spine pressing down with my open palms as they do, a brief pause to lightly spank your back.&nbsp; They continue up one dropping underneath to grab your breast as squeeze, they other to your hair at the base of your skull.&nbsp; Grabbing a handful of hair I roughly pull so your head is faced sideways to meet my lips.<br><br>I begin kissing you hungrily forcing my tongue into your mouth jousting with your own.&nbsp; Down below you can feel my hardness as it begins to pulsate within you getting ready to explode.&nbsp; The guttural grunts begin to fill your mouth now.&nbsp; I break the kiss and pull your hair back.<br><br>I look you in the eyes and growl, <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Now Kitty, cum for me, coat me with your cum, don’t hold back”.</strong></span><br><br>I thrust your head back to meet my lips and resume the rough kiss this time lightly biting your lips where I drew blood earlier eliciting another stream of crimson metal taste in our mixed mouths.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>12-11-2008, 07:33:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I hiss at each blow, whimpers falling from my lips as I strain against the rope, the pressure that you put on my back with each light hit making sparks fly behind my eyelids. I yelp at the tug to my hair, the prickle of pain dim comparing to the burning traveling against my back and ass before following through with the tug, turning my head, as I moan against your lips.<br><br>I slump against the table as my legs give way beneath me momentarily, the sound of your groans sending me over the edge. A gasp escape my parted lips as you tug my hair back again. I open my eyes to meet yours. I curl my fingers again as I arch my back at your words, a scream falling from my lips, barely muffled by the kiss. I move back against you as I come, my walls rippling about you as I do. <br><br>My lips, bruised from the rough kisses earlier, move against yours, a small cry from my throat at the sting from my lips. I taste the tang of my own blood, the iron and the salt of it before pulling away, panting, leaving a smear of the crimson liquid across both your lips and mind as I collapse against the table again, wriggling beneath you. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>12-11-2008, 22:46:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Your ripples and moans bring me to the edge but not quite over as I fight to maintain control no matter how hard you make it feel.&nbsp; Finally your ripples and flow wash over me.&nbsp; The slick juice coating me as it rushes past me and leaks out down our legs.&nbsp; The warm gush runs over my testicles and sets off my explosion that has been building.<br><br>As my body begins to shudder a muffled groan leaves my mouth almost unable to speak I breath into your mouth, <strong>“That’s it, make me cum inside you dirty Kitty, oh shit”</strong>.&nbsp; My testacies contract shooting warm thick ropes of cum up through me and exploding inside you as they mix with your fluids and find their way out to leak down the same pathways.<br><br>I pump short deep strokes now as I pulsate inside you continuing to shoot until it seems no more can come out.&nbsp; My kiss turns from a hard passionate feast eating your own passion to a lingering suckle as I come down from the peak.&nbsp; I take my tongue and trace your lips licking the copper tasting life flow that comes from the small cut on your lip and you see a renewed vigor in my eyes as I do.<br><br>Still pulsing the last of me inside of you my hand release you and slide up the outside of your arms and undue the leather binding I put around your special binding I have on your wrists.&nbsp; I draw your hand back into your chest and withdraw myself from you.&nbsp; Standing you back up I slip your bound hands over my head and around my neck and pick you up wrapping your legs around my waist.&nbsp; I look deeply and passionately into your eyes.<br><br><strong>“You are pretty incredible Kitty, I would not have expected that out of you, I need to think about what to do next now.”</strong><br><br>As I tell you this I walk over and lay you on your back on the expansive four corner post bed and take the rope between your wrist in my hands.&nbsp; In the same motions as before, only opposite I twist the coils and the loops loosen.&nbsp; After I remove the rope it falls untangled on the floor and I turn back to you. Crawling on top of you I put your legs on either side of me and use my elbows to support my weight as I begin with your lips to tenderly lick and caress your welts and cuts soothing some of the pain.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>13-11-2008, 07:27:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				My lips sting from the hard kisses and the cut as your tongue trace against it. I could feel the various welts pulsing, pain and heat radiating from them in small waves as I let out a soft moan as you slip out of me. I remain slump against the table, limp as you lift my hands about your head and pick me up. I curl against you, my breath still coming hard and fast, my pulse pounding loudly in my ears. <br><br>I sprawl out beneath you on the bed, relishing the way that the fabric folds so softly against my skin. I close my eyes as you went about to untying me, feeling the pressure lessening from my wrists as I work on catching my breath. Lowering my arms, my muscles scream in protest. The burn from the welts, ghosts of your touch, linger about my skin. <br><br>My chest slow in the rise and fall as I slowly recover. I open my eyes, feeling the bed sinking about me as you move over me. I open my eyes to meet yours briefly before closing them again as your tongue move against my lips. I draw my lips back and nip your tongue briefly before falling back with a sigh. <br><br>Only when I'm sure that my voice is steady enough, I start to speak again. "I aim to please." My voice is hoarse, slightly husky from use. "And you should know by now, I am anything but predictable."<br><br>I rub at my wrists, red and sore from chaffing against the restraints, eyeing the smear of my blood on your lips. I catch my lower lip between my teeth again, sucking on it a little, relishing in the sting of it and the feeling of you soothing the welts. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>14-11-2008, 19:23:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I lick my lips relishing the taste of your crimson fluid upon them and then get up from the bed and go over to a cabinet near the sink. Pulling out a wash basin and some towels I run the water filling it with cool water and place a small hand towel in the water and a couple of other towels in my hand.&nbsp; <br><br>I move back over to the bed and sit next to you laying the basin above your head, dipping my hand in the cool water and ringing out the extra water so the towel is still cool and damp, but not necessarily wet.&nbsp; I proceed to clean some of the welts in a combination of soft strokes and for some of the more severe one light dabs with the towel followed by drying with the other towels.<br><br>I begin with your neck and the bite, first licking it clean for taste then using the towel and wringing it out before continuing.&nbsp; Next your breast, there were not many flogs there, but there were some errant ones, lifting them up I check underneath and around them then down the middle and to your abdomen.&nbsp; When I reach your pelvis I spread your legs out and lifting your leg I begin at the knee and work my way down your entire calf checking for and marks and cooling them if I find them.&nbsp; I repeat the same on the other leg.&nbsp; I move back up and check each thigh before moving to your folds and crotch.&nbsp; I clean the fluids from your upper thighs and make sure that everything is clean and taken care of before helping you to over onto your stomach and making sure you are comfortable<br><br>Taking your hair and placing it over your shoulders like I did on the table minutes, I begin at your neck and slowly work down your upper back before finishing by dabbing your entire back with fresh cool dampness and pay special attention to your lower back where your spine curves before and rinsing again and finishing with your buttocks.<br><br>I roll you back over onto your back, set the bucket and towels up on a table and then crawl back onto the bed next to you resting one leg over one of yours and placing my leg between yours and wrapping an arm over you.&nbsp; My other hand curls below your neck and I reach in to begin a long passionate soft lingering kiss.&nbsp; Pulling back from the kiss I stare into your eyes, <strong>“Yes you are unpredictable, but that’s what makes things fun.&nbsp; I very glad you decided to follow me down here.”</strong><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>15-11-2008, 21:01:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The bed sinks beneath your weight as you settle back on the bed. <br><br>My body tense at the light touches from the towel, the rough fabric fleeting against my skin as you move across the welts before letting myself relax against the strokes, the cool sensation alleviating the burn from the welts. I sigh as I sink into the bed, feeling the folds of fabric beneath me. <br><br>I wriggle a little as the towel reach my upper thigh, drawing a breathless laugh from my lips. "If you're intending on drying me, that's entirely the wrong way of going about doing it." I murmur, my eyes closing as I allow you to turn me about on my stomach, my fingers curling haphazardly about me, shivering a little as the air strike the wet patches of skin.<br><br>I curl against you, my lips seeking out yours without even opening my eyes. Flesh against flesh, breath mingling between us. I relish the sensation before opening my eyes again. "Glad to see that you'd taken up on the challenge." I crook a grin up at you before leaning up and nibbling at your lower lip sharply, catching the flesh between my teeth. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>03-12-2008, 20:14:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>“Mmmm, you are just too good there Kitty,”</strong> I mummer as you take my lip between your teeth. I lean in pressing some weight against you and gently knead your breast as my tongue traces your lips and slips inside to graze your teeth.&nbsp; My thigh brushes against your spreads your legs just enough to let my leg brush up against your folds.&nbsp; After a little tease like that I get up and make my way over to a bureau and open one of the drawers, before you can see what I pull out I ask you to turn over on your stomach. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>03-12-2008, 21:21:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I whimper at the teasing touches before growling in frustration. I peer over to you, trying to see what it is that you pull from the drawer. Catching my lower lip between my teeth, I obey, sprawling out across the bed, feeling the smooth fabric slipping beneath against my naked skin. I rest my head against my arms as I fold them before me, my cheek against the back of my arm as I watch you. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>07-12-2008, 09:20:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I return to the bed with what looks like a tool box in my hands, I set it on the bed on the opposite side of where your head is laid, <strong>“No peeking or you will ruin the surprise Kitty.”</strong><br><br>You can feel me moving around on the bed as I open the box and remove some items, you can feel them being laid on the bed as I seem to be preparing for something, after a short bit of this you feel me as I gently rub your back, then you feel cold steel on your back and the unmistakable sensation of the flat side of a blade being scraped gently over your skin, not cutting or slicing, just dragging it so you can feel what it is.&nbsp; This is followed by me leaning in and kissing the area I just gently scraped.<br><br>I gently grab your shoulder and turn you back over showing you a scalpel about size 15 from what you can see.&nbsp; Leaning in I give you a gentle kiss pulling back and holding the scalpel within your peripheral vision look into your eyes, <strong>“so you mentioned you wanted to try something else, do you think you are up for this?”</strong><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>08-12-2008, 00:31:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The cold kiss of the blade and the knowledge of exactly what it is capable of make me inhale sharply. My fingers tighten on the fabric beneath me before relaxing slowly. I brace for the prick from the blade, but feel none. Instead, I feel your breath against that cooled patch of skin, goosebumps rising over my skin as your lips make contact with my skin.<br><br>I turn over by your prompting. My eyes widen at the sight of the scalpel, a shiver running up my spine. The glint of the metal held my attention even through the kiss. At your question, I look between the scalpel and then back to you again. My mouth dry, I swallow before nodding, a breath escaping from me. <br><br>Shaking myself out of my daze, my lips quirk before I turn back on my stomach again. "I'm always up for something new." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>16-12-2008, 07:09:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Laying you down on the bed I take my hands, flat and lightly rub your entire back in circular motion from your spine outwards, right side clockwise the left side counter clockwise, all the way from top to bottom.&nbsp; The procedure is light and relaxes your skin.<br><br>I pull out some cotton balls and a bottle of betadine then soaking one of the cotton balls I start rubbing the right side of your back in small circular motions increasing the size until I have covered the entire area.&nbsp; I then repeat the same step I follow with a cotton ball soaked in alcohol.<br><br>Then I pull out a piece of tracing paper, a blue artist pencil and get a drawing easel off of the table and hand it to you, "<strong>Draw me a picture that I can put on your back"</strong>.<br><br>As I do that and wait for you to figure out what to draw I bring my lips down to your upper thighs and begin kissing down your legs using the combination of small puckers, tiny pokes with my tongue and long licks intertwined.&nbsp; Down one leg and up the other.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>16-12-2008, 08:05:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The cool touch of the alcohol cause goosebumps to rise over my skin. I close my eyes, my breath in my throat, anticipating the cold kiss of the scalpel. My eyes open when I hear the rustling of paper instead. <br><br>Taking the pencil, I twirl it in my hand, running my finger over the smooth grain it thoughtfully as I stare at the blank sheet. I tap it against the paper, drumming out an abstract rhythm before almost dropping the pencil at the contact of your lips against my leg. I shiver involuntarily. "You're so not helping me concentrate." I grumble before bringing the tip of the pencil to the paper. <br><br>The pencil scratch the paper gently as it skids across the surface. I work on it for a bit before finishing with a flourish. I twist on my side and hand the paper (http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f214/anonkasumi/Untitled-2.jpg) to you with a small laugh. "I hope you're a better artist than me."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>17-12-2008, 08:44:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>“That’s perfect, nice strokes and elegant lines, A rose by any other name will furthermore be called Kitty,”</strong> I say in a smooth melodic tone.&nbsp; I offer you a drink as I shuffle through my box humming a little non-distinct tune.&nbsp; As you watch I pull out a mortar and pistil and a short yet thick cigar that looks like it may have come from Cuba. I take a small box of wooden matches and drawing a couple from the box strike them and light the cigar, <strong>“Don’t worry, it has a purpose,” </strong>my hand strokes down your leg lightly brushing over your welts soothing some of the sting that remains, <strong>“Trust me.”</strong><br><br>I take your picture and pull a Mennen Speed Stick deodorant out of my box, then tell you to roll on your stomach once again.&nbsp; After you do I lean forward and brush your hair up from over your neck and all to the left shoulder, leaning in I spend a bit of time nuzzling your neck, <strong>“Just need to tide me over a bit, can’t have me forget that wonderful taste of your skin can we.” </strong><br><br>I massage your shoulder and straddle your legs so I am gently kneeling and partially sitting on your thighs.&nbsp; You then feel me rub the Mennen around the area I just cleaned up with the alcohol.&nbsp; In between all of this you can feel and hear me smoking the cigar and you notice that I am knocking any ashes into the pistil and mortar.&nbsp; After I seem to have spent a bit of time I take the picture and place it on your back around the shoulder blade but not directly over it, just a bit more to the center of your back.&nbsp; I then rub the back of the picture with the Mennen, set it down in the box and slowly peel the paper back.<br><br>What is left is a perfect rendition of the picture you drew for me on the paper laid out in blue on the middle of your back.&nbsp; You can almost feel the smile that creeps across my face as I look at the picture.&nbsp; Taking a sharp knife from the tool box, it looks like a small version of a hunting knife I drag it up your leg using the flat side so you can feel the cold steel and slight abrasion before it disappears from your senses.<br><br>Unbeknown to you, I take that knife and slice into the palm of my left hand and let the blood begin to flow.&nbsp; The sting of the sharp blade slicing through my skin followed by the burn of the air contacting the open wound causes a hiss to escape from my lips and my thighs to press in against yours.&nbsp; The cut is deep and wide.&nbsp; After a sigh I take my hand and hold it down letting the blood drip onto my fingers before lifting it up to the ceiling, effectively cause the trail down my fingers to stop before it falls off.<br><br>Taking my fingers and dropping them down again I brush your lips with the warm crimson fluid and insert them into your mouth while with my other hand I pick up the cigar and take a long drag, <strong>“I thought you may like to feed a bit before we get started kitty.”</strong><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>17-12-2008, 23:24:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The scent of cigar waft about us. I wrinkle my nose at the smell as you smooth the paper over my back. I froze once again, though, at the touch of the metal to my skin. <br><br>The soft hiss from you cause me to raise my eyebrow inquisitively but I remain flat on my stomach.<br><br>A sound of surprise escape me when your brush your fingers against my lips. Warm, metallic, my tongue dart out to taste it. I roll it on my tongue, as though savoring fine wine and it register. Blood.<br><br>I twist my tongue about your fingers. The iron bite of blood fill my mouth as I continue to lap at your fingers, cleaning the traces of blood. My teeth close down a little on your fingers as I pull back, just enough for you feel them grazing the length of your finger. <br><br>Following the trail of blood to your palm, I sweep my tongue over the cut, lapping up the blood that still well out from the wound. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>21-12-2008, 09:58:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A small sigh escapes my lips as you suckle my fingers and taste the crimson flow.&nbsp; You can feel my thighs tighten slightly as you get to the wound itself and lap at its openness seeking more of my lifeblood and I can feel the heat of your breathe on the open wound.&nbsp; You tongue is rough as it laps at the tender layers underneath and the sensation flows up my arm like a charge of electricity as it ignites the burning passion inside me – I draw long and hard on the cigar before knocking the new ashes into the pistil and mortar.<br><br><strong>“MMmmm, you like that don’t you Kitty, the shocking taste of copper as it ebbs from my soul, does it excite you?”</strong><br><br>As I say this the cigar goes back into my lips and my hand comes down on the welts of your posterior. <strong>SMACK</strong> <strong>“Just remember who is in charge here and maybe we can get you what you want.”</strong><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>24-12-2008, 05:11:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It's the scent of the cigar, the taste of the salt of your skin, and the metallic bite of the blood that make it so lethal of a combination.<br><br>I give a small yelp at the smack against me, feeling the snap of your flesh against mine. I tighten my teeth on that flesh at the side of your thumb, running my tongue toward your index finger. Giving the side of your finger a small nip, I trail my tongue down toward your palm again. Twisting my tongue against the cut, I wriggle beneath your form a little. "And exactly who is in charge?" I can't, for the life of me, keep the teasing tone out of my voice. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>24-12-2008, 05:26:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I lean down at your teasing setting the cigar in the bowl and nuzzle into your neck as you lavish my hand with your tongue, twisting it into the wound sending the sweet burn back up my arm, as you taunt me with your words I trail my mouth up to your ear and bite down on the lobe before suckling it, "I don't think we want to re-establish that do we, not when I have the sharpies in my hand at least." <br><br>Another wrenching <strong>SMACK </strong>on the welts, "Unless of course you want to go back to the pillar and we can work on it some more."&nbsp; You don't have to see my face to see my smile, you can feel it in the heat of my breath and rasp growl of the words as they lay upon your ear, before I return to your neck.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>24-12-2008, 06:19:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I shiver at the nibble, then again at the memory of the pillar. The sounds echo through my memory, in my ears. Tilting my head slightly, I expose more of my neck to you, relishing the way your breath wash against my skin. I let my teeth graze against your flesh, tugging at the patches of skin, a smile curving on my lips as my tongue dart out to sweep over the skin I catch between my teeth. "As tempting as that offer is, I'm rather curious as to see what you have planned next."<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>24-12-2008, 06:34:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I take my tongue and grazing one long lick from the base of your neck up the side land back on your ear wear I use my tongue to trace the folds of your ear and explore it just a bit tasting your sweet pungent flavor, a small breath escaping my lips as you quiver.<br><br><strong>“Yes, the Pillar was exciting in its own right Kitty, but you are right, we have other things to accomplish currently, and such a beautiful rose on your shoulder here,”</strong> I rasp into your ear before sitting back up.<br><br>You can feel the cold blunt end of the steel handle as I use it to trace the design I have transferred onto your back, the design I had you draw earlier, and along with that cold steel you feel the warm finger as it traces other parts of the drawing.<br><br><strong>“Now, unlike the sharp pain of the flog which you can’t anticipate, the feel of a blade slicing flesh can be just as intense, but not as unexpected, so here breathing can help you to control and release that pain into pleasure, if you concentrate enough.&nbsp; But above all else, remember to breath, too many hold their breath and forget that important aspect of life. Are you ready?”</strong><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>24-12-2008, 06:48:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I let out a small sigh at the touch of your tongue, another shiver running through me. <br><br>My fingers flex slightly against the fabric beneath me before, I uncurl them, letting my cheek press against the folds beneath me. The cool brush of the metal catch me off guard, making me shift slightly, but I hold still, absorbing your words. My heart pound loudly against my throat. I can feel the pulse throbbing there as I swallow.<br><br>I nod, coaxing my muscles to relax, rolling my shoulders back a little before offering you the expanse of unmarred skin on my back. I take in slow, shallow breathes, my eyes closing in anticipation. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>25-12-2008, 08:55:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Leaning all the way down, my elbows to your sides I bring my mouth to yours and slowly pull my hand away and replace it with my lips kissing you like a famished wild animal, savoring the taste of my blood with your saliva.&nbsp; A soft bite on your already wounded lip releases the flow there once again as I take one savoring taste and release the kiss.<br><br>I position your head just how I want it and lean down on your back.&nbsp; Using my left hand I spread my fingers and thumb in a wide V around the picture stretching your skin, just enough to give a smooth surface.&nbsp; You can feel my hot breath as I am close to your back and the anticipation of the cut builds.<br><br>Finally you feel the cold steel as the sharp blade makes contact with your skin and the burn as the sharp blade begins to cut in an upside down arc across that part of your back.&nbsp; Not deep, just the few top layers.&nbsp; My breath feeds into the burn as the blade leaves your skin and you feel it touch again in a spot just below the starting point of the last, this time in an upward arc crossing points with the first in two points.<br><br>As I finish the second cut I blow into the wounds and seeing the blood is not flowing as well as intended, I lift my hand and smack the skin a couple of times in gentle but sharp strikes to entice the blood to flow.&nbsp; Happy to see it begin I blow on the cuts once more and then lap some of the flow as I follow the strokes I had made with the scalpel.&nbsp; Tasting the bitter copper yo can hear he sigh as I kiss the back of your neck and place my hand over the picture once again to begin the next cut.<br><br><div align="center">(http://img117.imageshack.us/img117/1766/image1sb2.png)</div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>28-12-2008, 02:34:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I suck on the cut on my lower lip as I hold still. The taste of blood fill my mouth. The adrenaline rushing through my veins make me startlingly aware of every single curl of your breath against my skin. <br><br>The prick of the blade draw my attention again to the blade going over my back. I release a breath between clenched teeth at the sensation of the skin splitting beneath the point. They sting, the shallow cuts. The sharp jolts radiate outward, making my breath catch in my throat. I can feel the warmth of my blood as it well up and pool in the curves of my back. <br><br>The slaps make my skin burn, but it isn't enough to distract me from that pang when your tongue move against the cuts. I shiver, letting out a mix between a whimper and a moan as a slow heat begin to pool in my lower abdomen. Taking in a shuddering breath, I close my eyes again. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>30-12-2008, 08:36:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I hear you wince a bit and breath as the blade separates the skin and cuts, then again as I lean in and lap up your sweet nectar.&nbsp; You can feel the tell tale signs of my pleasure in this as my hardness begins to return and twitches on your back as I straddle you.<br><br>I return the blade to your skin and continue to lacerate the pattern into your back.&nbsp; I continue downward in curving strokes making sure the skin is taught with my fingers as I do.&nbsp; Curving and intertwining the strokes as they mesh together in a sweet burn drawing forth the crimson fluid in its wake as I continue to cut the mark into your back.<br><br>I lean down again as I am finished with this portion of the rose and lap up some more of the bitter bright red copper lingering it in my mouth before taking my hand and grabbing your hair at the nape of the neck in a stinging grasp and turn your head so I can feed you some of the sweet taste from your back.&nbsp; My chest burying itself against your back and grinding slowly into the fresh cuts.<br><br><strong>“I hope your enjoying this as much as I am Kitty,”</strong> I say as I reach over grabbing the cigar and taking a deep draw as I lean back up and admire the design so far.<br><br><div align="center">(http://img355.imageshack.us/img355/5586/image2xw5.png)</div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>31-12-2008, 06:51:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I release a sharp breath at the contact of your tongue against my skin again. The wound stings but fades as the cool air brush against the wet patch of skin. I let out a low murmur of pleasure at the burning sting, my head tilting to the side. <br><br>The touch of the blade no longer startle me. I breath steadily as I feel the skin split beneath the edge again, following the snaking design being drawn out in bloodied strokes across my back, a small gasp falling from my lips only when blade leave me. The adrenaline pumping through my veins is heady, intoxicating. <br><br>I meet your lips, my tongue darting out to sweep up the blood smeared on your lips. The tang of the blood hit me sharply, the taste biting. I exhale against your lips and quirk a smile. "I don't do anything that I don't enjoy."<br><br>I turn back and rest my head against my folded arms again, shifting a little against the bed, closing my eyes once again. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>02-01-2009, 04:49:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>“Good I’m glad,”</strong> before taking another drag on the cigar and replacing it to the mortar and pistil.&nbsp; After a couple of sharp smacks on the fresh cuts, I lean back in and lap up the fresh crimson tide and pulling on the skin before blowing into the slices you can feel the sharp burn before I tighten my hand around the upper portion of the cut.<br><br>These cuts are different than the others, not the long smooth slices.&nbsp; These are more of a digging and twisting with the sharp edge as the tight concentric pattern turns from blue to red. The pain is a bit shaper and more concentrated now as new cut after new cut is sliced into your back.&nbsp; In between cuts I need to smack the skin a tad to keep the earlier cuts from coagulating and to get the fresh cuts to reveal their precious nectar.<br><br>After I finish a bit I lap the cuts all clean and then smack once more to revel in the final look. Satisfied I take the smooth towel and make an impression on it by pressing it into the cut and transferring the image which I present to you.<br><strong><br>“I like it, very nice choice Kitty, now we just need to finish up a little bit of housekeeping,”</strong> I tell you as I lap up a bit more of the copper tasting elixir and then kiss you allowing you to taste one final time before I prepare to finish things.<br><br><div align="center">(http://img387.imageshack.us/img387/1214/image3kd9.png)</div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>02-01-2009, 23:36:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I hiss at the sharper pricks of pain, relishing the way that the cuts sting and burn, the sensation spreading over my back, rippling through me in small waves. Heat spread over my back where your hand make contact. Again, I feel the blood welling up on the cuts. It's warm, snaking and pooling along the curves of my spine. <br><br>I shiver at the slight ache from your tongue against the tongue and then again when you press the towel against the cut. I took the towl from you, spreading it before me and admiring the crimson print of the flower.<br><br>Tilting my head, I press my lips against yours, tasting the bite of the blood again before pulling away, the red smear against my lips. I lay back down, running my tongue over my lips. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>03-01-2009, 03:29:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><strong>Puts a hold on the marking *SCREECH* interrupts the regularly scheduled programming</strong></div><br><hr>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>03-01-2009, 03:38:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Leads you into the dungeon and takes you over to the pillar.<br><br>Pulls out a metal band from my toolbox linking the the leather wristbands together and and attaches then to the ring in the pillar above your head.&nbsp; High enough that you need to stand on your feet but can't bend your knees.&nbsp; Grabbing you by the hair again I pull your mouth to mine and leave a hard lingering wet kiss with nip on your lower lip, <strong>"Stay here until I return, won't be long just need to visit a bit more and I will be down to play around a bit." </strong> As I finish I give you a hard smack on the ass, <strong>"Now be good and don't make too much noise, don't want to wake anything up that might be lurking around down here."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>03-01-2009, 05:02:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I tug at the pillar a little, yelping when you smack my ass. "Wake anything up? What would anything be doing down here?" I cast a furtive glance about the dark space, trying to see if there are any creatures lurking in the dark. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>03-01-2009, 05:22:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>“What could be down here, well now if I told you that it would ruin the surprise wouldn’t it,”</strong> I tell you walking back in.&nbsp; Grabbing the multi tailed flogger from the wall I walk over to you and <strong><em>Wisp</em> <span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Smack</span></strong> hit you across the thighs, <strong>“There that should take away all those thoughts going through your mind about your feet hurting t=from standing there.”</strong><br><br><strong>“So we need to find interesting things for your tongue tonight, well we can work on that in a bit,”</strong> <strong><em>Wisp</em> <span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Smack</span></strong> across your midsection.<br><br><strong>“Hmm, that will never do, just to much protection there from your clothing,”</strong> reaching to grasp my knife from its sheath I slide it up under your shirt so the sharp edge is facing me and slide it up as the razors edge slices cleanly through the material and then I grab the shirt and rip it open exposing your skin below.&nbsp; As it does you can feel the cold smooth steel of the back edge as it presses against your skin all the way up to your breastbone before the materiel of your bra affords a momentary shield from it.<br><br>I take my one hand and delicately rub your stomach and up to your breast before <strong><em>Wisp</em> <span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Smack</span></strong> - <strong><em>Wisp</em> <span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Smack</span></strong> - <strong><em>Wisp</em> <span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Smack</span></strong> coming across your stomach, up and over one bra covered breast and then the other.&nbsp; <strong>“Need to get that blood flowing now don’t we.&nbsp; And don’t worry, you can talk tonight, if you want to, or can later on.”</strong><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>03-01-2009, 05:50:21</strong>
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				I growl as the knife slit open my shirt, listening to the fabric tear beneath it. The keen edge of the knife pricks my skin as you move the knife up. The first lash across my thighs still burns even as the second lash fell. Small sparks of white fly behind my eyelids as I suck in a breath between my teeth. <br><br>The press of your hand against my stomach over the fresh welts left behind by the second lash. My fingers curl at the repeat of lashes across my breasts. The red welts rises against the portions not covered by the bra, streaking across my flesh. And even under the fabric, I can feel the sting of the lashes. "Talk? Fine. I hope you're going to pay for that shirt." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>03-01-2009, 06:06:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Wisp <span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Smack</span></strong> across your growing pink stomach, <strong>"Don’t worry about the shirt Kitty, or this,”</strong> taking the knife I cut off your bra and the shoulder straps making sure the blunt end of the steel presses into your skin as it glides underneath.&nbsp; Pulling the bra from your body I smack your bare breast with it and then through it over my shoulder.<br><br>Stepping back I take in the view and smile before stepping forward and ravishing each breast in turn, hungrily taking in your soft flesh and nibbling with my teeth before raking the bites with my rough tongue. Pulling my mouth away I take my fingers and lightly play with them before fingering an x across each nipple in turn and then <strong>Wisp <span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Smack</span></strong> -<strong>Wisp <span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Smack</span></strong> perfectly matching the x with a lash of the flog bringing the stinging indulgence to each uncovered breast.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>03-01-2009, 06:44:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The edge of the blade, even blunt, send shivers running through me. Goosebumps rise over my arms. I can hear the blood pounding loudly in my ears as I watch you move, throwing the bra over your shoulders. I bite back a protest as it hit the floor behind you.<br><br>All thoughts fly from my mind when you approach me again with that smile. A half-whine and half-moan escape from me and I twist against the pillar as your lips attack my breasts. My back arches and my breath quicken as your fingers draw the x's across my nipples. They harden against the cool air. My stomach flips as you raise the flog. <br><br>I yelp, a sharp cry breaking from me as the lashes fell over the x's. The sizzling sensation send my knees buckling and my head reeling. I moan quietly. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>03-01-2009, 06:58:17</strong>
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				<strong>Wisp <span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Smack</span></strong> -<strong>Wisp <span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Smack</span></strong> another two across your breast before I reach out and like the wind barely graze my fingertips over the growing welts tracing them, feeling the heat from your rushing blood as it surges to try and ease the burning pain as the skin stretches and turns pink.<br><br>The blade comes out again, this time pointed downward and it follows inside your panties and the cold blunt edge this time follows along the folds of your sex as it slices through your panties and skirt.&nbsp; Once I am far enough I take both and rip them off of you, taking a quick smell I can almost taste your sweet musky scent telling me your body is preparing itself for the inevitable.&nbsp; I use them to smack your sex in the same manner as your breast.<br><br>Stepping into you I drag my hand up the folds and dig a little inside of you, then bring my fingers to your mouth so you can taste yourself. Taking the flog between your thighs I direct you to spread them out a little further and as you do your sex opens up.&nbsp; I smack it a couple of times with my bare hands then <strong>Wisp <span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Smack</span></strong> -<strong>Wisp <span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Smack</span></strong> -<strong>Wisp <span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Smack</span></strong>.<br><br>The sweet sting of pain begins to swell your lips and the rush of blood now concentrates on your core below.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>03-01-2009, 07:21:18</strong>
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				The cool touch of the blade distracts me from the burning sensation across my breasts. I chew on my lower lip, watching as the fabric tear and wincing when you yank my panties and skirt off. The fabric dig into me as the threads tear and pull apart. I wriggle a little, yelping when you snap the ripped fabric against me. <br><br>Another small moan break from me when when you your fingers dig into me. My juices are coating the inside of my thighs. I hold your gaze as I twist my tongue about your fingers, slowly lapping up the moisture gather there. <br><br>I spread my legs as you instruct. I jump when your hands hit my sex. I bite down on my lower lip again, sucking on it as I exhale slowly. My eyes fly to the flog in your hand again. My eyes widen when it falls.<br><br>I gasp at the sudden flash of pain, the intensity of it, the pleasure riding barely beneath that, drawing another low moan from me. I slump against the pillar, writhing a little.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>03-01-2009, 07:49:58</strong>
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				<strong>Wisp <span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Smack</span></strong> -<strong>Wisp <span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Smack</span></strong> Reaching up I pull your hands down from the pillar and lower you to the ground.&nbsp; Taking the metal connecter in my hand I lead you over away from the pillar to the center of the room and unclasp them, “Kneel here.”.&nbsp; Reaching into my toolbox I bring out two ankle restraints similar to the wrist restraints and fasten them to your ankles, <strong>Wisp <span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Smack</span></strong> -<strong>Wisp <span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Smack</span></strong>, two nice welts on your ass cheeks, “They looked lonely all white and not pink.”<br><br>I force you down onto your haunches so your Ass check rest on the back of your legs and then using the metal fasteners fasten to fasten all four points together into one.&nbsp; Moving around in front of you I pull you up by the chin, <strong>“You’ve been having all the fun so far, now its time for you to return some of that to me.”</strong><br><br>I unfasten my belt and pull out my semi-hard cock pulling your mouth open and placing it inside sliding it back and forth slowly, <strong>“Now don’t make me do all the work here.”</strong>&nbsp; I let the crop fall gently against your back as a reminder, the threat suspended on its ends as the leather glides up and down your back.&nbsp; I take my hands and wrap them in your hair but let you begin to guide your motions seeing if you will please me or not.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>03-01-2009, 08:09:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I yelp and jump at the two smacks. Hissing as the burning sensation intensifies when I rest against the back of my legs, I allow you to pull me up by my chin, my eyes meeting yours, holding your gaze steadily.<br><br>My lips part and your cock slides in. I shiver at the touch of the leather on my back, the slightly rough edge scraping against my skin. I feel your fingers in my hair, the slight pull of them against my strands.<br><br>I pull back, placing a light kiss on the head of your cock before letting my tongue dart out, tracing a pulsing vein down the length of your cock before drawing back again. My tongue swirls over the head before lapping lightly on the underside. I exhale, a steady stream of cool air against the wet patch of skin. <br><br>A triumphant glint in my eyes, I glance up at you before taking in just the head and sucking lightly, pausing only to let my tongue flutter over the slit at the tip.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>03-01-2009, 08:13:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I step into you placing my feet just outside your thighs grazing your soft skin so you know where they are.&nbsp; I reach my hands down to push your hair back over your shoulders.&nbsp; My fingers seem a little gentler than before they comb through your hair and caress the sides of your head.<br><br>As your soft lips touch my erection and wrap around it you can feel it twitch at the sensation and it starts to swell inside your lips.&nbsp; I push my hips forward and the head goes passed your lips and teeth before I slide it back out so just the tip is left inside your lips and press forward slightly again.<br><br>I give you time to adjust, before moving my hands back to the sides of your head I can feel your hot little tongue as my hardening member grows inside your mouth.&nbsp; I can sense you are being careful with your teeth and starting to take more of me in.&nbsp; Your warm breath blowing over me and onto my sacks fuels me even more and my hardness grows further.<br><br>Slowly I begin rocking in and out of your mouth, not forcing any more than you will take yet, myself still holding back in control.&nbsp; I pull completely out before sliding back in and can feel your lips collapse around my head.&nbsp; <strong>“That’s good Kitty, real good.&nbsp; You’re a natural at this.”</strong><br><br>I pull completely out and pulling your head back by your hair bend down and kiss you hungrily on the mouth, then pull you back forward and place the tip on your lips waiting for you to continue.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>03-01-2009, 08:38:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I lean into the kiss before drawing back again. Placing another light kiss on the head of your cock, I move forward again, taking in more of your cock this time, my tongue rolling against the sides as it sinks into my mouth. Taking in half of your length, I draw back again until only the tip rest between my lips.<br><br>Sweeping my tongue over the tip again, I work your cock into my mouth again, sucking as I move down, taking in more than the last time. My hands jerk against the cuffs and I give a frustrated growl, vibrating your cock. The inability to use my hands is throwing me off a little. <br><br>I suck in alternating strengths and speed, stopping in between to flutter my tongue against your cock, tasting you, drawing in your scent. <br><br>I continue working down your cock until my breath washes against the base of it. The head nudge against the back of my throat. I relax my throat and jaw before slowly bobbing my head up and down your cock. I speed up, letting my teeth graze lightly against your cock as I draw back before sucking hard as I work my way back down again. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>03-01-2009, 08:49:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				My hardness is almost complete as you try to engulf my entirety into your throat, I can feel the back of your mouth as my head slips into your throat.&nbsp; You can taste my precum as it begins to seep from my tip as my arousal rises.<br><br>My breathing is becoming more labored as you suck on me and the friction intensifies as my grown member now fills your mouth. I continue to comb your hair away from your face with my fingers so I can see my member disappearing into your mouth and in a slightly raspy voice I tell you, <strong>“Good Kitty .. very good.&nbsp; Breathe through your nose .. use your tongue a little more .. oh very good.”</strong><br><br>As your saliva covers me the slickness and your eagerness allows me to penetrate deeper into your throat.&nbsp; As the crest at the back of my head passes the backside of your mouth the sudden closure there grips it securely and sends rivulets of electricity up the sides of my hardness which ignites a fire in me.&nbsp; You feel this escalation in my passion as I grab your hair and begin to pull you onto me.<br><br>After a few stokes into your throat my hardness has swollen to its peak and I let go of your hair bending over running my hands down your chest where I grasp and sharply pinch your nipples tweaking them then letting go and as the pain surges to them I massage it out so you can feel it dissipate through your breast only to be repeated once again.&nbsp; All the while my hardness in your mouth continues to slide in and out in a steady rhythm.<br><br>I sigh then tell you, <strong>“Your mouth is so hot Kitty, you’re good, yes just like that, keep sucking.”</strong> I seem to be ignoring your gagging fits but you notice that when you do I have pulled out just enough for you to gasp a breath of air.<br><br>You hear a groan from my lips as a particular stroke passes your throat and your lips touch the base of me, the strokes now becoming long and full as the throbbing in my hardness is accentuated with the blood flowing through the veins.&nbsp; You can feel my pulse as each heartbeat thrust another burst of blood through them.<br><br><strong>“Ooo you’re good Kitty … you’ve done … this before”</strong><br><br>My hands slide up from your breast and as they cross over your shoulders they move down your back. I step over you forcing your head upwards, my hands and arms supporting your back as they slide down, further.&nbsp; Past your wrist and with my arms supporting your back they find your entrance once again. This time I find you wet and my fingers easily slide in from behind fiddling inside of you. <br><br>Now with you leaning back slightly and your head tilted up my hardness is sliding all the way into you and my testicles are hitting your chin.&nbsp; With the one arm supporting your back and inserted inside of you my other hand reaches around to the front and begins alternately pinching and rubbing your nub stimulating you even more with the same sensation as your nipples pain and then pleasure.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>03-01-2009, 09:11:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I continue gasping for breath as you slip past my lips again and set a steady rhythm. I squeal, letting out a sharp cry in surprise at the sudden intrusion of your fingers.<br><br>Tilting my head back, I writhe against your fingers, my eyes closing at the sharp pricks of pain and the sizzling pleasure that come from your fingers. The welts from earlier seems to be pulsing, sending a rush of adrenaline through me. The sharp shots of pain counters the sensation as your fingers play with me, making the sensation even more intense.<br><br>My breath quickening, I moan again, the familiar, heady combination of pain and pleasure overwhelming me. It sweeps me away, drowning me in the mixture. My eyes flutter shut and I feel the head of your cock hitting the back of my throat again. I gasp, making a sudden wash of cool air brush against you. Soft, muffled whimpers and moans can be heard as I continue bobbing my head. <br><br>My climax comes suddenly, making my breath size. My juices snake down from my sex, coating your fingers and my thighs. A muffled scream comes from me as I suck hard, trying to stifle my cry. My body tenses and my fingers curl. I shudder, slumping down against you.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>03-01-2009, 09:28:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Your ministrations signal me to accentuate my fingers and they drive into a fury helping you to crest over your waive of passion. I can feel your fluids coat my fingers.&nbsp; Your almost audible moan causing your mouth to pulsate sends a bolt of pleasure to my core and I know that I am not far off myself.<br><br>Feeling the waves of my orgasm begin I slide back up your body trailing my finger behind the rougher skin of my palms as they graze your skin.&nbsp; Standing back up where you can balance yourself I grab the sides of your head and prepare for the oncoming tidal wave of my orgasm.<br><br>I pull you hard onto my erection forcing myself completely in your mouth as the first spasm leave my base and travels all the way up to the head, the throbbing twitch can be felt along my entire length.&nbsp; The it comes, my body goes stiff as a loud groan escapes my lips followed by a guttural almost growl, <strong>“Kitty, here it comes”</strong><br><br>Just then my seed explodes out of me shooting down your throat as thick ropes of cum spew out.&nbsp; Silently holding you on me at first and standing still, the only movement is my twitching erection.&nbsp; After the first couple of spasms I loosen the grip which is holding you onto me and begin a couple of strokes inside your mouth.&nbsp; Then as the last of my waves passes through me I pull completely out and the final couple of spasms fall on your lips and cheeks.<br><br>My breathing hard and labored, you can see the power you hold that has left me vulnerable, even though you are the one retrained. I look down at you with the last spurts of my seed on your cheek and lips catching my breath as I hold your head up so I can see your eyes, then I bend down lick the paint from your cheeks bringing my mouth to your and kissing you hard and passionately.&nbsp; My lips encircling yours as my tongue wets your lips and I can smell your sex as the aroma permeates around us mixing with the smell of my own spent self. I kiss you for what seems an eternity but in fact is only a couple of minutes before sitting on the floor in front of you and releasing your head from my grasp.<br><br>After a minute of staring at you, my breathing has slowed. I stand up and go behind you where you feel my hands brush against your buttocks, but instead of what you fear I may doing, you feel the soft caress of my hands and then hear the clink of metal. Both of my hands then glide up your forearms stopping at your elbows and you realize as I lift your arms that the restraints that have held your two wrists and two ankles together as one have been unhooked.&nbsp; The restraints are still in place but you have freedom of movement.<br><br>I pull your hair from your neck and grazingly kiss your tender neck softly with a mix of suckling kisses varying in intensity. <strong>“You did very well, you deserve a rest,”</strong> I breathe into your ear.&nbsp; I help you to your feet and over to a chair sitting you down and get a glass of water with ice.&nbsp; Grasping your calf I begin to massage it while examining it to make sure your circulation wasn’t hampered from our interlude just moments before. <br><br>I continue to massage your calf until I can feel that one relaxed and then move to the other and repeat the same process, kneading out any tightness you have there.&nbsp; I can feel you no longer shaking like you were but you are not fully relaxed as yet.&nbsp; As I massage your legs I take the opportunity to gaze at your body in its present state and find you even more beautiful than before.&nbsp; Your relaxed state has softened your complexion and the wrinkles that were there from when you were holding back have ceased, although not completely.&nbsp; Your soft skin is smooth and silky to my touch and I revel in the feel of it.<br><br>I look up at your breast and see their youthful firmness still in place and I can also see some redness where I had hit into you as it begins to fade.<br><br><strong>“Thank You Kitty, that was spectacular, lets get back upstairs now,”</strong> I say to you as I help you to your feet and reattaching the leash lead you through the halls and back up the Stairs to the Hotbox.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>03-01-2009, 09:30:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><strong>This concludes our special program for this evening, we now return you to your regularly scheduled programming</strong></div><br><hr>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>06-01-2009, 09:02:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling as you break the kiss I sit back up and admire the handy work of the mark now laid upon your back, a beautiful rose cut into your skin for all the world to see, and for you to remember who gave it to you.&nbsp; I take one last drag on the cigar and knock the ashes into the motor and pistil before snuffing it out in a tin in my tool box.<br><br>Picking it up I grind the cigar ashes into a fine dust.&nbsp; Taking a towel I clean up the excess blood still slowly seeping from the wounds and then take the fine powder and spread it into them, rubbing the ashes into the fresh cuts and embedding them there.&nbsp; A few smacks from my hand and I clean up the blood once again.<br><br>I reach into my toolbox and pull out a piece of Tegaderm and cutting it to size I place it firmly over the mark to stop the bleeding and protect the mark from infection. The Cigar ashes will cause it to scar and even give it a dark Smokey color so it stay long after the wounds have healed.&nbsp; I finish cleaning the rest of the area and as you lay there with the sting of the cuts burning into your back I clean up the tools by placing them back into the toolbox and set it on the dresser before returning.<br><br>I snuggle into you turning you sideways into me, spooning you from behind.&nbsp; Brushing your hair away from your neck I then begin nuzzling your neck in a gentle set of kisses and licks, <strong>“I think you will like it Kitty, when you get the chance to see it.”</strong>&nbsp; My hands begin to roam down your sides caressing your hips and thighs.&nbsp; <strong>"I think its time for a different kind of playtime, a little reward for your patience and compliance.”</strong><br><br><br><div align="center">(http://img56.imageshack.us/img56/7066/image4kc6.png)</div><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>07-01-2009, 05:39:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I hiss at the sting that come from the brush of the towel against the fresh cuts. Adrenaline pumps through me as the ashes are smear into the cuts, drawing a small gasp from me. The scent of the cigar flood my senses. Exhaling slowly, I roll my shoulders back a little, loosening the knot that built up there. <br><br>I can still feel the kiss of the scalpel and the sensation of my skin splitting beneath it against my skin. Taking slow breaths, I try calming the pounding of my heart and slowing by breath.<br><br>I stretch, flexing my fingers out before me before rolling onto my side and curling against you. I tilt my head, exposing more of my neck to your lips. Wriggling back against you, I turn to glance at you with a slight smile. "I can't wait to see it then. And...what different kind of playtime?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>31-01-2009, 00:18:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><br><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">New Scene with Mithlomwen</span></strong></div><br><hr><br><br>As we enter the Dungeon I turn to you and lay out just a few rules.<br><br>Holding the side of your head I look into your eyes and in a very serious tone tell you, <strong>"Number one is Trust, you shall trust me that I will only do things that you truly want done whether you will admit it or not and in return I will trust you to tell me or inform me if you truly do not want something.&nbsp; As long as we have that trust then this will be beyond enjoyable for both of us."</strong><br><br>Leaning in I grab your hips and pull you to me, our bodies pressed into each other and our lips crashing like a ship into the rocky shore at the sirens song.&nbsp; Hard and wet dashing all hope for a smooth peaceful sail.&nbsp; My hands holding your head as our tongue intertwine and seek out the back of our throats, like searching for something just out of reach.<br><br>My hands lower down and unbutton your shirts, impatiently ripping it open popping off the last two buttons before pulling your arms behind you and sliding it off to the floor.&nbsp; Returning back up they unclasp your bra and I send it to the blouse below.<br><br>As I tilt my head to the side to try and kiss you a little more passionately, like that is possible, I unbutton your pants.&nbsp; As you reach for mine I push your hands away, it is only you disrobing for now.&nbsp; I break the kiss long enough to slide down and pull your pants and panties down to the floor.&nbsp; Grabbing your asscheeks, I pull your vulva into me and kiss your nub, gently and teasingly flick it once with my tongue before standing back up.<br><br>I return to our kiss as I rotate you around and sit you on the chair.&nbsp; The seat is split in a V so your legs are spread apart, or at least they are as I move them over the legs.&nbsp; Caressing your breast for a moment I give you one last kiss, <strong>“Stay right there and don’t move, I will be right back.”</strong><br><br><div align="center">(http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/1489/chaire1ev6.jpg)</div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>01-02-2009, 02:47:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I stare up at you, the side of my face resting against the palm of your hand.&nbsp; I hear the seriousness in your voice, causing me to nod in agreement to your words.&nbsp; My mouth opens to utter a reply only to have the words cut off by your kiss, the passion in it taking me a bit by surprise.&nbsp; A muffled groan permeates the quietness of the room as the kiss continues and deepens, my body moving forward to lean against yours, my fingers roaming up and down your chest hungrily, wanting more.&nbsp; <br><br>I gasp softly as you move to remove my top, tingles of awareness skating along my skin as your fingers brush against the sensitive flesh.&nbsp; A soft hiss escapes my lips as your large hands divest me of both shirt and bra, goosebumps forming along my arms as I'm left bare from the waist up, the cool air of the room caressing my skin.&nbsp; <br><br>As we continue to kiss, my hands slide up your chest, fingers attempting to rid you of your shirt as well, only to have them swatted away.&nbsp; A small growl of frustration is swallowed by your mouth as the kiss continues to increase in intensity, leaving me breathless and oh so hungry.&nbsp; <br><br>My breath leaves me completely at the first feel of your hot mouth on the part of me already moist and aching for attention, my eyes glancing down at you the sight of your face between my legs sending a shot of desire straight to my core.&nbsp; A groan of hunger erupts from my throat, as your hands grip my ass, followed by a whimper of need.&nbsp; <br><br>So caught up in the kiss I don't realize until I'm already seated that you had directed me towards the chair, looking up at you with a bit of apprehension, but trusting in you that everything will be ok.&nbsp; I nod once more and lean back slightly in the chair, attempting to relax slightly. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>01-02-2009, 16:04:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As I look through the cabinet, I tilt my head back so I can see you and gauge your answer,&nbsp; <strong>"One thing we haven't discussed yet, would you be more comfortable with Ropes, Leather Restraint Bands or Leather Restraint Bands lined with fur?&nbsp; Before ytou answer remember that you may be in them for a while."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>02-02-2009, 19:14:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I blink several times, not entirely sure how to answer that question, having never used any of the items mentioned before.&nbsp; "Um...."&nbsp; I say in indecision, not entirely sure which one to pick.&nbsp; "I um...well....probably the ones lined with fur?"&nbsp; I was guessing that they would most likely be the most comfortable if I was to be in them for a while.&nbsp; "Wait..."&nbsp; I said with pause, looking at you in uncertainty.&nbsp; "Be in them for a while?&nbsp; Like....how long is a while?"&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>02-02-2009, 19:44:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A chuckle radiates from behind the door as you hear me going through the cabinet, <strong>"As long as it takes I suppose, time will lose significance as you will see.&nbsp; Ah these will do."</strong> you can hear a little clank of something metal an me pulling something off a hook.<br><br>I approach you and I have a few items in my hand, four strips of soft brown leather, looking almost like suede, each about two feet long and about a half inch wide. and for leather fur lined restraints, to a little larger than the others.&nbsp; <strong>"Good choice for a first time, these tend to be a little more comfortable over time,"</strong> I say in a joyful tone.<br><br>Kneeling in front of you at the chair I take your leg and run my hands up your calf and over your thigh, lightly grazing the skin and kneading the muscle lightly from behind. I then take one of the restraints and kissing the top outside of your ankle, I place your bare foot on my thigh. I wrap the fur lined leather around your ankle cinching the leather strap and putting a small padlock through the binding, you can hear the evident <strong>clink </strong>as the lock closes shut.&nbsp; The binding is about 4 inches tall and fits snuggly but not tightly around your ankle, the fur caressing your skin both inside and at the edges where it falls out from behind the leather.&nbsp; I slide it partially around your ankle and slip one finger between the leather and your ankle to make sure it isn’t too tight.<br><br>I look up at you, “Fits perfect, like they were custom made just for you, perhaps they were,” I smirk<br><br>I repeat the same on the other leg, raising grazing and kneading your leg and muscles before kissing the outside of your ankle, then wrapping the leather binding and locking it shut, again you hear the <strong>clink </strong>of the lock.&nbsp; I check the tightness and all seems well.<br><br>Sliding a chair over my legs slide to the outside and inside of your leg as they encompass you, my one knee almost at your vulva and the other on the outside, your knee is pointed at my crotch, but just out of reach, <strong>“Let me see your wrist,”</strong> I say as I lay my hand out palm up, indicating where I would like you to place your wrist.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>02-02-2009, 23:27:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I watch you carefully, my eyes taking in everything your doing with a certain amount of fascination and more than a fair amount of trepidation.&nbsp; My body shivers slightly hearing the click of the locks on the restraints around my ankles, the sound lending a certain amount of 'finality' to it.&nbsp; I lick suddenly dry lips as you move to sit down in front of me, my gaze traveling up your body until I'm finally my eyes meet yours.&nbsp; There is another moments hesitation as you ask for my wrist.&nbsp; My eyes look down at your outstretched hand in thought, wondering if I was brave enough to actually do this.&nbsp; Pursing my lips together several times while still thinking, the fingers on my hand clench and unclench nervously a few times before moving from it's spot at my side.&nbsp; I take a deep breath for confidence and then place my wrist in your hand. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>03-02-2009, 00:34:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile at your compliance and see the trepidation in your eyes, <strong>“Don’t worry, I promise to take care of you, and we won’t do anything you truly don’t want to do, but if you trust me and trust yourself I think you will find you can go places you never thought you could.”</strong>&nbsp; I lick the inside of your wrist and wrap a similar bond around it like those on your ankles, cinching it down I check the space, taking the small padlock I offer it up to you to kiss, if you would like, whether you choose to or not I slip it in the band and you hear the <strong>clink </strong>once more.<br><br>The fur sickle the inside of you wrist a little where it snakes out, and I run my hand up the inside of your arm using the back of my knuckles and bring it back down using my palm.&nbsp; I take your arm and set that one on your leg, palm down and put my hand up again, <strong>"Now the other wrist."</strong><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>03-02-2009, 01:16:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gasp softly at the feel of your tongue on the inside of my wrist, that simple act sending little tingles of pleasure up my arm, a shiver going through me as I hear the click of the lock on my wrist.&nbsp; A soft sigh escapes my lips as your knuckles caress my the sensitive skin of my arm.&nbsp; "I do trust you."&nbsp; I whisper quietly.&nbsp; "Otherwise I wouldn't be here."&nbsp; I take in another shaky breath, attempting to calm my rioting nerves as I place my other wrist in your hand.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>03-02-2009, 14:54:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Holding your wrist in my hand I stand up and move the chair so I am now sitting on the opposite side of you just like the other arm, my legs slide to the outside and inside of your leg as they encompass you, my one knee almost at your vulva and the other on the outside, your knee is pointed at my crotch, but just out of reach<br><br>I can feel your tension as you lay your wrist in my hand, the small tremble of your muscles as they tense and shudder slightly gives an indication of your tightness.&nbsp; I take my hands and rub up and down your arm caressing it and rubbing your forearm before I again kiss your wrist.&nbsp; I wrap the leather band around your wrist and cinch it tight, then again offer the lock to your lips wondering if you will kiss the cool metal this time.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>03-02-2009, 17:09:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I watch you as you try to ease my tenseness, smiling softly in return, feeling a little bit badly that I'm being so nervous.&nbsp; Forcing my muscles to relax, I take a deep breath and nod to you in apology.&nbsp; "Sorry...I'm just a little nervous."&nbsp; Watching as you fit my other wrist with the fur lined leather, I have a sense of both excitement and a bit of uncertainty not really knowing what will happen.&nbsp; My eyes follow the lock as it's brought up to my lips once more, glancing at you once more before my lips form a bit of a pout and move forward to kiss the cool metal, and then lean back to wait for what was coming next. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>03-02-2009, 18:13:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Taking the lock I place it on the band and you hear the now familiar <strong>Clink</strong>.<br><br>I stand up and move behind the chair you are sitting upon, my blood is pumping but I do not betray to you how excited I am that you are here, my stoic expression seems to you cold in the face of your nervousness.&nbsp; Standing behind the chair I reach forward and you feel the rough palms of my hands as they trace around your waist and latch on pulling you back against the back of the chair, you feel my breath as I quickly lean forward and smell your hair before standing up and moving to the side.<br><br>Standing near the end of the bar extending out to the side, I look at you, <strong>“Your wrist,”</strong> is all I comment as my hand waits upturned for you to place your wrist in my hand.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>03-02-2009, 19:48:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A soft squeak escapes as you pull me back having not expected that, my head leaning back to look up at you, the startled expression clearly etched on my face.&nbsp; A shiver of arousal snakes down my spine as you lean down next to my head and sniff my hair, my eyes closing for a moment enjoying the sensation, before opening my eyes once more to look at you.&nbsp; The look on your face gives me a moments pause, no expression can be read and the nervousness I feel grows a bit still not sure what is going to happen.&nbsp; <br><br>Your stoic expression doing absolutely nothing to alleviate the nervousness.&nbsp; Deciding to just trust you, I lift my hand off of my leg, glancing down at the leather restraint around my wrist, fastened with a lock and lift it slowly towards you, hesitating slightly before finally laying my wrist in the palm of your hand.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>03-02-2009, 20:29:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I take your hand and raise it to shoulder height, now in line with the board across the back and perpendicular with the straight back of the chair, the cooler untouched leather warms quickly as you skin comes in contact it.&nbsp; The sound of leather crinkles under your bare bottom as you shift in the seat.&nbsp; Using a metal clip, I attach the eyelet of your arm restraint to the eyelet on the chair Clink.&nbsp; You find that while you can move your wrist a little in the fur lining of the restraint, you can’t pull it any closer to your body nor can you move it very far up or down.<br><br>At the same time you find that if you let it go the weight of your arm is mostly supported, but a bit uncomfortably by hanging from the wrist. Walking behind the chair, I allow my hand to drag knuckle side down up the length of your arm until I reach your neck, then up to your ear where I fondle your lobe lightly before my hand leaves your skin.<br><br>I continue walking to the other side and put my palm up, this time not saying anything but looking at my open hand and back to your eyes, waiting for your reaction.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>05-02-2009, 16:59:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				My wrist tugs and pulls at the restraint, testing it to see if it's really as sturdy as it looks, pulling harder and a bit rougher against the fastenings, the realization that there was no way my arm was getting free unless you unfastened it.&nbsp; I take a deep slow breath, swallowing hard, gathering up my bravery and trying really hard not to chicken out.&nbsp; MY thoughts were momentarily distracted by the touch of your hand, shivers of desire coursing through me once again as those strong calloused fingers gentle against my skin offering a bit of comfort against the nervousness that somehow refused to go away completely.<br><br>My head turned, to press closer to your hand only to have it move away from me, a soft whimper of denial working its way up as I bite my bottom lip to silence any other sounds that might make it out.&nbsp; I watch your hand as it opens, silently asking for me to place my free wrist on it's surface.&nbsp; My eyes dart back up your body to look into your eyes, pausing for a moment as if debating the if I should or not, before finally raising my other hand and gently placing it into your upturned palm. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>05-02-2009, 19:09:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Taking your hand I do the same as the other side, lifting it up so your arm warms the cool leather of the arm and attach the eyelet of one to the other with a <strong>Clink</strong>, your arms now stretched out to your sides perpendicular to the floor.&nbsp; Inside my heart is beginning to race at the signs of your willingness and obedience, pleased that you are such a trusting and quick learner, I make a mental note to not betray such trust to you.&nbsp; <br><br>Moving to stand in front of you, I take four of the leather straps from my belt where they have been hanging and hang them over the arms of the chair and your arms one each over your biceps and forearms.&nbsp; The brown soft leather drapes over the support of the chair and lies softly on your skin.&nbsp; You can smell the scent of them as I pass them past your head.&nbsp; Taking four more I drape them over your thighs so they hang down over the separated seat of the chair.<br><br>I grabs the sides of your head and hold you looking deep into your eyes, I can see the trepidation and nervousness, but not fear and you think you see a small smile on my face before it disappears.&nbsp; Kneeling down my hands follow my body as it lowers, tracing the soft skin of your sides.&nbsp; Trailing over your shoulders and to your armpits then down the ribs, a slight motion almost like tapping my finger on the table as I relish in the feel of your skin, my fingers padding down your sides to your hips.<br><br>They cross to one side and crawl down your legs until I reach your ankle.&nbsp; Adjusting your leg so it sits squarely on that separated seat, you again hear the clink as the restraint is attached from your ankle to the chair <strong>Clink</strong>, your foot flat on the cool cement floor. I then repeat this with the other leg ending in a <strong>Clink</strong>.<br><br>Then a look back at your face, you begin to notice that I am constantly looking at you for signs that you are still OK<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>05-02-2009, 20:57:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Now that both arms are fastened tightly and I'm unable to move them, I can feel a big dose of trepidation coil in my belly, not fear of what you will do, just nervousness about the unknown.&nbsp; I gasp softly as your fingers trace lightly down my body, the feel of your touch distracting me once again, fanning the flames of arousal you had started earlier with your kisses.&nbsp; <br><br>I squirm slightly in the seat as your hands trail down my legs, goosebumps following your fingers all the way down to my ankles.&nbsp; I watch you curiously, wondering what you are going to do, only to blink a bit startled as you click the fastenings on my legs as well, leaving me completely vulnerable to you now.&nbsp; I don't try to move my feet because I already know I won't be able to, the realization hitting home quickly.&nbsp; My chest rises and falls with each breath, my breathing becoming a bit heavier as I struggle to keep the nervousness from growing even higher.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>05-02-2009, 23:14:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I stand and move behind the chair surveying you intently as I do, wondering what is going through your mind and just how far I will be able to push you before you cry uncle and scream for release, a battle of wills is in store and we are almost ready to begin.<br><br>Taking one off the leather straps hanging over your arm I carouse it against your skin holding the ends behind the bar and sliding it a few inches up and down your arm before feeding it through one of the eyelets about midway up your forearm, straightening the leather against your arm so it doesn’t bind I wrap it in back securing it firmly, but not tightly.&nbsp; It holds the weight of that part of your arm in conjunction with the restraint before it.&nbsp; I repeat this with the other three straps hanging over your arms until both arms are now retrained against the board at the wrists, forearms and biceps.<br><br>Still observing you and not touching I move in front and take one of the straps and begin to tie off your calf on the board where your ankles are attached.&nbsp; Taking the leather I let it fall against your skin, just the end and drag it up to the cleft of your thigh and then back down the inside along your vulva then the inside of your leg before tying it off around your shin.&nbsp; I repeat this for the other three straps until your legs are no tied near the knee an just above the ankle.<br><br>You legs have been close together at the knees so far, maybe a foot apart, but now that you are bound I release a pin and spread them apart before putting the pin back in.&nbsp; Standing once again, now the excitement begging to surge trough me as I see you completely bound to the chair, I move behind it once more and removing a pin, tilt the back of the chair to about 45 degrees and put the pin back in.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>06-02-2009, 14:46:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A startled squeak accompanies the movement of the chair, my arms and legs jerking against the restraints in automatic reaction, only to find out that I can't move them at all.&nbsp; Another squawk echoes in the room as the back of the chair moves, leaving me now reclined slightly.&nbsp; Wide eyes blink up at you in uncertainty, my body now bound and completely vulnerable to anything you would choose to do.&nbsp; My hands curl into fists and uncurl, curl and uncurl nervously as I watch you, unsure of what you have planned for me.&nbsp; My heart races and throbs in my chest, the sound pounding in my ears, so loud that I wonder if you can hear it too.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>07-02-2009, 01:11:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I stand before you looking down upon your now bound and helpless body leaning back in the chair and have to admit to myself that my adrenaline has pumped up a notch and my blood pressure has risen.&nbsp; Not only do you look beautiful bound as such, but you also have allowed me to do it.<br><br>Stepping in I place my legs over yours and sit gently with my thighs over the top of yours looking down upon you and breath in the nervous tension that you are emoting through your pours.&nbsp; Wondering what must be going through your mind questioning.<br><br>Reaching behind my back I pull out a leather blindfold that has white silk on one side and black soft leather on the other, hoping you will not resist I look you in the eyes and lean in for a lingering kiss, hard upon the lips, my tongue forcing its way into your mouth and searching for every corner it can find, taking in the taste of you and then wetting your lips as I paint them with my tongue.&nbsp; “Fear Not,” I tell you as I lay the blindfold across your eyes, not tying it in the back, just letting it rest there.<br><br>I lean in again and in a quiet whisper breath into your ear, you can feel my warm moist breath as it rolls over your skin like a mist rolling ashore in the morning, <strong>“You have done well so far, very well in fact.&nbsp; You have not only allowed me to bind you completely to the chair, you welcomed it by kissing the locks on your restraint and giving me your hand with an unspoken command.&nbsp; Time to move forward and give you some reward,”</strong> you can feel me kiss your neck with a soft peck and then sit back up.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>09-02-2009, 01:12:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				My eyes look at the blindfold, widening ever so slightly as you set it on my face.&nbsp; With my hands and arms restrained there is no way I can attempt to move it.&nbsp; <br><br>Still slightly breathless from your passionate kiss, my chest heaves up and down with each breath I take, the nervous energy floating off of me in waves.&nbsp; Now unable to see, it only serves to amplify those feelings.&nbsp; Goosebumps form along my arms as I feel your lips next to my ear, my breathing becoming faster and more shallow.&nbsp; "Reward?"&nbsp; I ask in a breathy whisper, my nerves stretched taught as I wait for what you are going to do next. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>09-02-2009, 08:57:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				You feel my hands as they crawl down your sides once again to your thighs the pads of my finger tips grazing and caressing your skin, almost tickling in some spots as they inch across your ribs and to your waist.&nbsp; They find their way to your thighs, first the outside then making their way up and over the crest and just about to your folds before they converge just above your nub and ascend to your navel ……&nbsp; I play with your navel as you seem jumpy trying to find out if it is sensitive.&nbsp; If you try to speak I silently raise a finger and place it perpendicular to your lips, telling you not to speak.<br><br>After spending some time their, I begin to creep up to your breast and knead them gently, rubbing your nipples with the palm of my hand and tweaking them gently, just enough to bring them to hardness but nothing rough, yet.&nbsp; After the desired effect I raise my hands and tie off the blindfold behind your head.&nbsp; I can feel myself beginning to strain against the materiel of my pants and as I tie off the blindfold I run my pelvis into your belly so you can tell what is happening to me.&nbsp; Once it is tied off you feel me step over and off of you and you can hear me walk away.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>09-02-2009, 19:54:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				My body is already humming with arousal, each touch of your hands and fingers causing small shudders and soft gasps.&nbsp; Not being able to see what you're doing makes the sensations all the more erotic, and I find myself wanting to move closer to those hands, but remember that I can't move at all.&nbsp; My hands clench into fists and unclench, clench and unclench in frustration at not being able to do anything at all but just sit there.&nbsp; <br><br>I shiver slightly as your hands caress my breasts, my teeth gripping my bottom lip to keep from groaning loudly at the pleasure that touch creates.&nbsp; My head leans back against the chair, my neck arching slightly as I struggle to move my body closer to your hands but to no avail.&nbsp; <br><br>Next I feel your fingers tying the blindfold in place, and my stomach clenches in nervousness once more, only growing stronger as I hear you walking away from me, now having no idea what might be coming next.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>09-02-2009, 22:00:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				You hear the clomp of my boots as I make my way around the dungeon, cabinets opening and shutting things being placed on a table next to you, different aromas and scents wafting up to your nose.&nbsp; It only takes me a few minutes, but with your nervous tension and no sight, it must seem like an eternity.&nbsp; No spoken word from me, except for an occasional word with myself; Yes that will do, no not that, how about this ………<br><br>Finally you hear me adjusting things on the table and you hear me approach the chair.&nbsp; The heavy footsteps that seem to echo off the stone walls stop in front of you, then silence, silence which seems to last for days to you.<br><br>I am looking at you body strapped to the chair, your nipples still hard and your head slowly swaying back and forth as you struggle to figure out what is happening.&nbsp; I can also smell your sex as it begins to fallow the rest of your body in stimulation.<br><br>Suddenly you feel something light and soft as it touches your sex.&nbsp; It is very soft and as pressure is applied it bends, your try and figure out what it is, and after a few moments you see can surmise it is a set of feathers, not unlike a feather duster you may use around the house.&nbsp; The many feather prod an twirl at the apex of your thighs, but to week they don’t penetrate and folds or rub across your nub, they just glide scintillatingly over your skin.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>10-02-2009, 16:48:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				My nervousness continues to grow, only being amplified by the different sounds and words I hear coming from you. My head twists around to try and follow the sound of your voice and movements, my ears tuned into you to try and determine what you are going to do.&nbsp; When you are going to do it, and what it might be when it finally happens.&nbsp; Every nerve in my body is poised and alert, the slightest sound and movement from you making me twitch with anticipation. <br><br>When that touch finally comes, I squeak in surprise, not having known it was coming.&nbsp; My whole body tenses up, and I suck in a deep breath, not sure whether or not I should worry.&nbsp; But soon I begin to relax as I realize what it is that's touching me, goose bumps traveling over my body as the light tickling touch of the feathers highly erotic.&nbsp; My head falls back against the chair, my lips parting slightly as I breathe in and out, shivering a little as my arousal grows. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>11-02-2009, 22:53:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The feathers crawl and pull on the nerves of your skin as they move around the mixing bowl of your thighs.&nbsp; The light feathers barely grazing the surface at times and at others pressing into the flesh, but at all times they stimulate and cause your very muscles to twitch.<br><br>This continues as they roll around in that valley still coming in contact with your vulva, but not spending to much time there.&nbsp; The motions you realize after a bit build towards that apex, then away, making it the central focal point of the stimulation without really touching it, more brining the rest of your body there.<br><br>After some time in there the track moves up to your abdomen and underside of your breast.&nbsp; The electricity seems to follow the trail they make as they move from your pelvis and nub, up to the underside of your breast<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 22:07:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The loss of sight only serves to intensify the sensations from the feathers, the nerves just under the surface of my skin tingling with awareness. Every swipe of your hand sends little lightning bolts of arousal surging though my veins.&nbsp; I squirm around in the bindings, trying to move my body but realizing with growing frustration that I can't.&nbsp; <br><br>I gasp softly as you continue to tease me, my head falling back against the chair as the feathers almost touch the most sensitive part of me only to retreat instead. I whimper with a bit of frustration as the teasing continues, my hands continuing to open and close as they seem to be the only things I can really move.&nbsp; <br><br>As the feathers move further up my body, I can feel them tracing upwards towards my breasts, goosebumps following the path of the feathers as they continue their ascent, my nipples hardening in response.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>14-02-2009, 22:08:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The feathers continue along your abdomen and creep across your hardening nipples, you feel my rough hands grasp them and after a light kneading, just enough to awaken them more, a soft tweak and pinching of the nipples.&nbsp; They feel stiff and rubbery as they harden to my touch in comparison to the malleable breast beneath them.<br><br>As your breasts are played with you feel the feathers go to your sides and crinkle up and down your ribs and to the underside of your arms.&nbsp; I continue this until you are almost begging me to stop, yet your body tells me to continue.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>14-03-2009, 05:07:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br><hr><br><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size">This concludes the current scene with Mithlomwen for now<br>we may return to it in the future</span></strong></div><br><hr>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>16-03-2009, 01:12:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Grasping your hand in mine we descend the stairs into the halls below E which I like to frequent. My gentle touch wraps your arm around mine and with a tender touch upon your hand I tell you, <strong>“Stay close and don’t wander, you could get lost down here and we don’t know what would happen then.”</strong><br><br>Some of the fluorescent lighting flickers and the incandescent bulbs in some of the tunnels I turn through for shortcuts are out completely.&nbsp; After several turn you have lost your sense of direction and any thought of finding yourself back to the stairs we descended, but my stalwart direction as I maneuver embed a sense of trust that I know where I am headed.&nbsp; After what seems an eternity you begin to wonder just how Big E is to have so many hallways and tunnels underneath and I come to a large wooden door, I unlock the door and shuffle you inside shutting the door behind you.<br><br>The first thing you notice is there are no electric lights in her, there are real torches on the walls and the seductive scent of patchouli, dark chocolate, vetiver, sandalwood, vanilla musk, and alluring cannabis float across the room as it becomes apparent that somewhere a candle or candles have been lit when we entered the room.&nbsp; The next thing you notice are the absence of windows, not a surprise since we are underground, but in their place instead hanging across all the walls are numerous tools and restraints used for bondage.&nbsp; I can sense the sudden tightness in your grip as you squeeze my arm a little and I look over as if to reassure you, <strong>“Don’t worry Taymynx, like I mentioned, anything can happen here so I need to be prepared, for now unless you ask for it none of those things will be used."</strong><br><br>The tension alleviates itself from my forearm and I walk you to the center of the room to a small leather bound bench.&nbsp; Looking around some more now that your eyes have adjusted you notice the room is quite large with an array of strangely shaped benches, chairs and tables.&nbsp; On the outside walls there are several stone columns with protruding wrought iron loops and hooks and even some in the stone ceiling.&nbsp; In the far corner is a rather large and ornate four poster bed with silk sheets and pillows that appear to be down filled.&nbsp; Interspersed between the columns are also several cabinets and armoires. <br><br>Turning you towards me I lean in and wrap my strong arms around you drawing you into me, my lips descending upon yours to paint them with a kiss of unexpected sensual arousal. Soft yet exploring, not crushing but firm.&nbsp; No tongue is used, it is one more of a greeting and beginning than of passion.&nbsp; Easing the draw I pull back from the kiss and look in your eyes, <strong>“Would you like to undress yourself or shall I do that for you?”</strong><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Taymynx</strong> on <strong>16-03-2009, 02:54:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Some feral odd sound starts a silent keening just below my vocal chords and attempts to surface. I almost can't control it my mind is racing so many directions...there is so much to take in and the walk, the corridors, have mixed my sense of reality so far that I find I have no foundation left to my sense of identity to the moment. Just an incredible need to trust you or lose my sanity.<br><br>Your kiss. It was so gentle and reassuring and yet with .... <br>Anticipation. <br><br>I could feel yours. And my own...My heart is pounding so hard that it sends waves of awareness into my lips, my fingers, and makes my lifeblood pound against your chest as you <br>hold me. <br><br>A small voice comes from within me...almost unrecognizable to myself, but underscoring my desire to just float on this euphoria and give you my trust, so I do..My voice does...it takes the step for me. It gives you my name. My intimate name. The one that defines me...<br><br>"Tay," I look up at you pleading..."call me Tay" <br><br>I can't think. I know you asked me something about clothing but I can't think.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>16-03-2009, 04:00:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>“Tay, I like that name.&nbsp; It is short and easy to understand, and on you somehow sensual and erotic.”</strong>&nbsp; As I say this my hands reach up and slowly start unbuttoning your blouse, turning the button sideways and pushing it gently through the hole and then onto the next all the way down your midsection until the last one in your waistband can be found.&nbsp; I slide my hands along the cloth from button to button, just enough to feel the texture myself but on the ghost of a feel for you against your skin, enough to know where they are but not really feel them. The cloth excites the pads of my fingers which occasionally speed up their search for the next button only to stop and slow down once they reach each one.<br><br>As I tug on each button you can feel the cool cloth that was held away from your skin pull in and brush against the little hairs sliding across your skin in a cool wave.&nbsp; Wave after wave of cool sensitive breezes flowing from the back of your side to the front as they cascade down your body.<br><br>Looking you in the eyes, no diversion from my intent, my hands move to your buckle and unhook your buckle, then unbutton your pants before grasping your zipper and sliding it down slowly.&nbsp; You can feel the light cool but not cold air of this special room rush in an attempt to cool your smoldering desires, but it seems they have no luck as the heat escapes instead turning back the flow of unexcited stale air with a passion of its own.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Taymynx</strong> on <strong>16-03-2009, 05:16:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The way you say my name sounds as though your tongue were the smoke from some erotic incense, wrapping itself sensually around the single syllable and imbuing it with some deeper lust. And it soothes me. My eyes become heavier in my want of you. I don't pull them from your look. Instead, I swim in the depths of yours, exploring you. Trying to fathom your nature.<br><br>I feel you approach the first button, the one closest to my heart and I am sure that your gentle fingers must feel the rhythm, the throbbing. The soft caress of the cloth being moved to tilt the button and then slide to unwrap the button is intoxicating. I find myself hanging on every millisecond as you slowly finish and move onto the next. Somewhere in the middle I become aware of the fact that the skin on my chest is alive with a million reflections of the fabric's motion against my hairs and the cells are each begging their own bit of attention.&nbsp; I find my nipples pressed hard against the sheerness of my bra, as though attempting their own escape. The masses of their nerve endings sense the air and begin their own little message trail to more intimate parts of my body.<br><br>My heat is starting to rise as you move closer to my waist, toward my womanhood. My attention lowers down my abdomen as you play your own kind of pied piper and I, now mesmerised with your motions, allow my entire body's response system to follow. I am acutely aware of where my naval stands with relation to you fingers. My nipples left behind in full alert.<br><br>I drop my eyes, hypnotized by your motion, following you as though I could not stop you, though I knew I could...if I wanted to. And look back up to recapture your look as though to tell you to continue, knowing that I want you. Want this.<br><br>I can feel your strong, masculine hands take my buckle and skillfully undo it...the fingers wrapping around to the inside, slid down my pants slightly to find the access...Gentle tuggings that cause the fabric to pull against my nub, swelling that little bundle of nerves. Then the pants are undone with equal ease and more tugs. My panties have become wet. More than damp I am sure. <br><br>My eyes are still locked on yours and I move their focus between your right and left pupils, searching for your center, attempting to distract my attention from the fires that you have lit within me.&nbsp; A flush crosses my face as it occurs to me that I am perhaps too hot. Too eager. I wonder what you think of how easily you can arouse me. How simple I am to ignite.<br><br>How much I am sure I have waited a lifetime for this moment.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>16-03-2009, 06:34:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Slowly my hands raise from your splayed open jeans snaking inside of your open blouse and feeling the warmth of your skin.&nbsp; Skin so soft and supple it excites my fingers more so then the texture of the cloth a few moments ago causing my palms to settle there next to them. I walk you back near the bench and guide you to sit down.<br><br>Tugging at your shirt I free it from the bonds of your jeans and lifting up raise your arms slipping it off.&nbsp; Reaching behind you I undo the buckle of your bra and slowly scrape the straps over your shoulders and down your arms as the bra releases its hold on your breast and your aroused nipples come into view, I look into your eyes and smile a silent yet deep smile from my eyes to yours.&nbsp; I drop the bra onto the shirt a few feet from the bench and then kneel down in front of you.<br><br>I can sense your tension so I go slowly as my hands once again land upon the skin of your midsection and crawl upwards until the back of my knuckles touch the bottom of your breast where they continue their journey through your valley and over the top before turning so my hands encompass most of them.&nbsp; Using my palms I gently rub just your nipples in small circles feeling your chest rise and fall with each breath you take.&nbsp; The rubbery hardness rolling under them.<br><br>My hands slide to the encompass around the areole and nipple and squeeze gently just enough so they protrude out just a little more, then I take my mouth and bring them to each one kissing it and biting down with just my lips, and as they are surrounded by my lips I flick my tongue against them taking in your sweet musky taste, something I hope to immerse myself in later, but for now only a taste.<br><br>I look up at your face to see how you are holding up and if your apprehension has begun to fade yet or if we need a little more coaxing to chase it away so you can immerse yourself in the pleasure you so desperately seek.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Taymynx</strong> on <strong>16-03-2009, 07:55:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				My head rolls back as my back arches in response to your attention to my breasts. Your kisses and suckles and flicks. Brief. Short. But enough to allow me to let the tension cascade off of my head, washing out the clenching barriers in my jaw and unlocking my shoulders. My spine releases and the muscles fill with endorphins.<br><br>I feel a huge sense of relaxed warmth overcome me and when I now gain the full look from your eyes, I am surprised. I see a tenderness and concern I had not expected. Touched, I reach out and caress your face, leaning over to lightly brush my lips across yours.<br><br>It is not enough to simply touch your lips, I find. My lips return a little firmer and then start seeking yours with more passion. As I taste you, I wonder at all of the things I might do to your body that would please you. I want to please you. To please your spirit. I want to draw you out...I want the man behind the room and the equipment. I want the one intuitive and loving enough to know how to delicately search for the boundaries of others and carefully help them find peace with the demons.<br><br>My wants are large. <br><br>I bring myself back to the pleasures in just knowing you for the instant. I pull your head closer to me, gently, and caress your hair.<br><br>My fear of you is gone. What is left is the desire to explore and play with you. To laugh and enjoy each other. To learn to touch each other in ways one does not touch most.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>16-03-2009, 20:27:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				My hands continue to grasp the soft skin of your breast even as my maw escapes to trail down your midsection in a bounding journey from side to side and down the middle.&nbsp; Fluttering mixtures of light sensual kisses and long laps at your skin cover your midsection eliciting shivers as it moves downward.<br><br>Since you are sitting on the very edge of the bench my hands begin to rub and manipulate your breast in gentle squeeze covering their entire mass making sure not one spot is missed in the gyrations.&nbsp; At the same time they push you backwards leading your to lay back down on the bench until your skin comes in contact with the cool leather, at first a jump from the sudden surprise of the cool materiel but soon your skin warms it and you settle in relaxing in the treatment I am bringing to your skin.<br><br>As I approach your navel I can sense some apprehension and cautiously I circle with my tongue before darting into is and digging trying to see the reaction from you.&nbsp; As sudden gasp followed by a sigh or a don’t go there.&nbsp; This will give me clues for things later on.&nbsp; Eventually I reach your pelvis as my chin comes to rest on the top of your panties in your splayed jeans.<br><br>My fingers reach into your waist band grasping both your jeans and your panties pulling them down and removing them before I stand and look down on you to see how you are doing and should we continue.&nbsp; You notice at this point that I haven’t said a word letting my actions speak fro me.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Taymynx</strong> on <strong>17-03-2009, 03:08:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				My mouth struggles with the loss of you, wanting to move to the satin sheets with down filled pillows to take a more traditional approach to sharing my feelings. The scents coalescing in the cool air around us are adding to my yearning to feed my more romantic desire. The dark chocolate. The vanilla musk. <br><br>Your butterfly kisses tug my arousal back from my lips to my center again.<br><br>The muscles in my breasts flex against your hands though the abundance of soft cushioning creates no doubt as to my femininity. You explore and I press them against you with pleasure. I slowly allow you to push me back onto the cooler leather and enjoy the contrast in temperatures as my back arches to adjust and my buttocks contract in surprise. Settling back, a soft smile traces my lips at the change of sensations. I adore how carefully you seem to be offering these. Caring for me.&nbsp; <br><br>As you reach my naval area, my center, I find my attention evenly split between my breasts and the increased arousal and heat surrounding my womanhood. You tease and my focus zones in to the fulcrum between the two...and then your tongue flashes into my naval sparking the fiery connection between both and my Kegel muscles spasm with desire. The moment is quick but incredibly intense. Heightening my anticipation to another level. And the scent of patchouli catches my awareness exotically. Both my warmth and wetness increase. As does my want.<br><br>As though to catch my balance for me, your chin anchors my jeans on my mound. For the moment Though my physical senses respond to this foundation, my mind begins its own flickering wetness of thoughts about your mouth and my womanhood. My opened zipper make me feel vulnerable and partially unwrapped. <br><br>Anticipation again. Once again the soft smile. But I do not open my eyes. I have given myself over to you.<br><br>Thank God! Your hands free the remaining wrappings as I raise my hips slightly to help you with the last two pieces of clothing guarding my access. My intimacy. I raise my arms to erotically brush my hair away from my neck, stretching, feeling the tendrils caress my neck to spread this sensory gluttony over a wider part of my body. To stymie the growing urgency. As you pull the denim passed my knees, my heat spreads over my thighs and the soft sweet musty smell of my want blends with the already erotic smells in the room. Fingers of cool room air caress my lower lips and mound, marking the vulnerability of my now naked body. <br><br>I sense rather than see your eyes on me. I wonder at your thoughts. Silence has pronounced the auditory void you have created and makes me yearn for you to fill it. To affirm. But the silence has been a joy as well. I am not sure that I want words from you to intellectualize our wants. I open my eyes, smoldering desire searching yours. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>17-03-2009, 21:25:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The bench is just that, a straight bench no sides or back.&nbsp; Walking around above your head I lean over you looking into your eyes as my head passes over you.&nbsp; You can see excitement and passion but the rest of my expression seems stoic to a degree, hard to read and take in.&nbsp; My hands land on your inner thighs and drag slowly up them as they approach your apex.&nbsp; The soft graze glides over the surface with the palms just above hitting any of your hairs and maybe some of the Goosebumps that have formed while the pads of my fingers trail behind like the furrows of a plow turning over the hardened soil and loosening it for new seeds to be planted.<br><br>Just as you think they will touch your folds they divert and careen instead to your pelvis bone as it pushes up through your skin.&nbsp; From there they converge again taking what you presume will be the reverse path of my mouth as it descended your body but again as they approach your breast they turn abruptly to your sides and come up under your arms.<br><br>Once they reach your underarms the palms come in full contact with the skin on both sides and guide your arms already over your head to stretch all the way straight above your head.&nbsp; Once there they start back down your arms this time with the back of my knuckles tingling up your arms to about midway between your elbow and shoulder before flipping to the palms and back to the wrists.<br><br>Now with you relaxed and lying on the bench you feel the soft cool feel of silk as it drapes over your wrists and pulls back and forth before wrapping around and underneath and back over the top and snuggly tightening, I tie the silk off under the bench and lean forward to kiss you gently on the forehead while my hands caress your cheeks.&nbsp; Looking over you from above I look you in the eyes and ask, "Are you alright still?"<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>19-03-2009, 00:45:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Looking down I see a bit of apprehension in your eyes, apprehension hidden behind anticipation and desire, but still there.&nbsp; Without unlocking my eyes from yours I reach under where I had bound the silk scarf and untie it then unwrap your wrist. Without say a word I step away and get a white silk sheet laying it on the bed in the corner.&nbsp; I pick up your clothes and lay them on one end of the sheet and come back over to you and your obvious look of confusion.<br><br>I reach down and sliding my hands under your legs and back pick you up in my arms reveling in your scent, you are definitely excited, but still apprehensive.&nbsp; I carry you to the bed, lay you on the sheet then pull the bottom with your clothes and the sides of the sheet over your naked form for decency reach under and pick you up again.<br><br><strong>"I have someplace else we can go Tay,”</strong> my voice carries my words to your ears as my lips connect with yours in a gentle but sensual kiss.&nbsp; I walk to the door opening it and turn down the hall when you notice a strange mist encompass us just before everything turns black and we dissipate into the shadows under Elliquiy.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>19-03-2009, 00:46:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><br><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size">This concludes the current scene with Taymynx for now<br>we may return to it in the future</span></strong></div><br><hr>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>16-04-2009, 05:56:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Leads you down the stairs and through the halls holding your hand to the door that you have seen before, slipping inside I pull you up to me close running my hands down your sides grabbing your buttocks with both hands and wrenching you into me with a playful squeeze my lips fall to your, open mouthed and hungry.&nbsp; I pry your lips open with my tongue and invade your mouth in search of every nook and cranny I can find.<br><br>Your scent wafts up through the smell of your perfume and candles tickling my nostrils and telling me that you are not wearing panties, but more so that you are ready for tonight.&nbsp; I break the kiss and go over to the CD player [noembed]hitting play and a song comes on (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8tEROk-Y27Q)[/noembed].&nbsp; Stepping back over to you I run one hand up our side raising your arm and draping it over my neck and the other slides down to find your cheek again giving it a little firmer squeeze and a light pinch while my thigh slides up against your womanhood grinding slowly into it and as the beat kicks in on the song we begin to sway and grind into each other exploring our bodies together.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Taymynx</strong> on <strong>16-04-2009, 06:09:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I return your kiss with an light moan of anticipation, letting you search me and making soft sounds of enjoyment around your tongue. Your hands sliding down my sides and finding my cheeks are sending sweet tingles and I smile into your lips. <br><br>I can smell the Rumors perfume and Christmas cookie candles and everything feels light and playful, so my missing panties will be a benefit, I think to myself. I hate it when you leave my arms to hit the CD player but love music so I forgive you...and then start laughing when I realize you have set me up with music about escaping while in your dungeon. I am not sure why I would want to escape, especially after you slide my arm up to drape over your neck and then to&nbsp; arouse me by sliding the other one down my side. The pinch is ornery and I love you mood....Can't decide whether or the grainding makes me the wettest fastest but I am totally willing to send my impish hands running over your body......
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>16-04-2009, 06:28:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As the music kicks up the beat a little we continue swaying and grinding into each other I can sense your mood is matching mine sending chills down my spine with just the thought.&nbsp; My hands continue to roam your body searching every inch I can feel brining my arousal up.<br><br>While our head sway back and forth I take the opportunity to slip your blouse from your waistband of your short skirt and without removing the button slip it up over your head lifting your arms as I do.&nbsp; However I don’t remove your arms completely from the sleeves, instead before I remove them completely I twist them together trapping your hand in thm and pull both down behind your back resting them in the lower curve of your back.<br><br>I look into your eyes catching their momentary surprise and grin devilishly, <strong>“Wasn’t expecting that were your Tay.”</strong> But before you can answer I lean in to devour your mouth once again.&nbsp; After a few more bars in the song I pull back and untwist the sleeves removing the shirt and dropping it on the floor before moving into you again now with more bare skin to roam my hands over.&nbsp; I relish the feel of your skin against mine as the energy jumps from you to me and back again.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Taymynx</strong> on <strong>16-04-2009, 06:40:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Your songs make me giggle between my smiles and I just want to eat you up you are sooooo cute!!!!&nbsp; &nbsp;I start singing along, though I don't know many of the words so it is a rather silly attempt but that suits the mood. Your hands touching me tickle because of our light heartedness, but I notice the tickles still seem to find their way down my body to all the right places, and I twist around trying to get my licks and tickles in as well. <br><br>My blouse adds to the tickling as you pull it free to pull over my head and I giggle again, my grin full on my face...Up over my head you pull it and just as I think I am going to clear, you trap my hands and I wonder how I could have been so gullible...Which calls for more giggles. <br><br>I am not sure what you are doing but you tease me about being caught and my eyes enlarge a second in feigned concern. And then you are all over my mouth as I fight helplessly against your invasion, though I am not fighting hard because I adore you. When you remove my sleeves from my wrists, I am not sure I want turned loose....until your hands touch my bare skin, it arouses me further...And as your hands roam, I find myself slipping my hands down to the band of your pants in search of your shirt to see if I can tease it free from you. I move in trying to kiss you, or lick your face or neck. I can't stop giggling.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>16-04-2009, 06:55:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Your tickling and roaming hands send shivers of pleasure cursing thorough my body as your giggles land like a trumpet on my ear singing their song of joy.&nbsp; Yea I am in a playful mood, but your giggles and hands help to put me there. I want skin to skin contact and can’t wait any longer.<br><br>As your hand begin to playfully pull my shirt from my waistband I reach down and grabbing the material rip it off over my head throwing it as it comes free. The music continues its thump and the words have lost sense among all the other abundance of sensory titillation you are providing.&nbsp; I mischievously spin you around and unhook your bra pushing the straps and your arms forward.&nbsp; As the bra frees itself from your arms and I cross them over your belly, my hands raise up and cross your chest grasping your breast.&nbsp; You can feel my excitement as it presses through the fabric boundaries below and into the crack between of your cheeks.<br><br>The soft pillow like feel of your breast is offset by the hardness of your nipples as I pinch them both with a tweak and return to kneading your breast. I lean forward and begin to maul your neck with nibbles along the skin, <strong>“Mmmm, I could eat you for breakfast lunch and dinner and still not have enough.”</strong><br><br>I pick you up and take you over to the bed almost throwing you onto it face down, if it weren’t for me holding you It would have been a throw.&nbsp; Before you can roll over I reach down and pull your skirt off tossing it aside then roll you over climbing on the bed between your legs as I sply them open again kissing you deeply and passionately sucking your breath out and feeding on your essence.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Taymynx</strong> on <strong>16-04-2009, 07:21:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I am once again surprised joyfully as you offer me assistance by passionately ripping your shirt off between the giggles and music's bounce. It reminds me that I love bounces, so when you do spin me and unhook my bra, I take advantage of my new position to try to work my cheeks back to rub up against you which you make easy by moving your hands around my body to pull me into you. You grab my breast and they scream at me that they are so yours. I slide my cheeks sideways against your manhood sensually and then bend my knees and slide up and down you, tilting my head back and my eyes close for a moment. I, all of me, am becoming so aroused by the blood pounding through my veins from your games and the nerve endings being fed.<br><br>Then you pinch my nipples and the race is on...My breast muscles immediately tighten in response and my nipples become very hard and large. I moan and then you find my neck with your mouth and I have lost for sure....You have found too many of the things that make me brainless and I can hardly understand you when you say something about food or something.<br><br>You pick me up and I have a huge wave of heat surge to my womanhood, flooding it with pleasure and drenching me with want. Your playfully rough almost release on the bed makes me want your maleness to do all of those heavenly male things to me and I smile widely again. I start to try to role over to you but you grab my skirt and strip it from me. <strong>Gawd, Dawg, you are so hot!</strong> I am not sure if it comes out of my mouth or explodes in my brain. I am suddenly flipped over and there you are, between my naked legs near my hot, wet womanhood that wants nothing more than to be taken by you in this playful mood.<br><br>You suddenly find my mouth and start kissing me deeply again, but from between my legs, so I wrap them around you strongly, losing my breath to you but seeking yours as my ankles pull you towards my body, complaining to me that you still have pants on. My arms wrap around your neck, resting on your shoulders as my hands find your hair and pull your head harder in to me. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>16-04-2009, 07:47:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				My pants are on for a reason I remind myself, because you have me so hot I would loose it and tke you right now if they were not preventing it, instead I have other plans. Using my hands and your cooperating clinging I lift us both up and slowly crawl to the center of the bed until your head rest softy on the sheets below the pillows.&nbsp; I remind myself why I always have such a large bed in here and am thankful for it.<br><br>Your legs wrapped around me and your hand in my hair pulling me to you have my arousal in overdrive, so much so that it is almost painful, begging for release, but I maintain my control as so many visions of what I would like to do with you flash through my brain.&nbsp; &nbsp;I come back to my original plan and lower your body down.<br><br>I raise my arms to yours interlocking my fingers into yours and pry them from the back of my head then pull them out so they are spread out above your head, then pull back from our kiss, <strong>“Trust me ion this Tay, I would never do anything you wouldn’t want.”</strong>&nbsp; As you are still reeling from the moments of passion as we crawled up the bed I wiggle from your legs and up your body over your torso. Leaning down you feel me slip same very fast knots together and over your wrist cinching them down so they are snug, but no tight. A quick tug on each shows they are secure.&nbsp; With a quick look in your eyes I see confusion mixed with passion as you allow me to do this.&nbsp; I slide down quickly securing your ankles in the same fashion so you are now bound.<br><br>I climb off the bed and as I remove my trousers I notice they are not damp, but wet from your excitement.&nbsp; I go over to the chest and pull out a toolbox making my way back to the bed.&nbsp; Reaching in I pull out a surgical scalpel and crawl back up the bed to your face kissing you passionately once again.&nbsp; I look in your eyes and the apprehension is still present, but subdued by your rising chest and pounding heart.&nbsp; My one hand grasp your neck on the side and I pull it back over the front and across your chest above your breast to your shoulder.<br><br>My heart is pounding in my chest while my breathing is deep and calm.&nbsp; My manhood since it has been freed from the boundaries into the cooler air has only grown larger and more rigid and if you see it from the constant crooning of your neck you can tell I am on fire.<br><br>Taking the scalpel I place it against your skin, and gage your reaction, a sudden gasp and holding of your breath tells me you are alright and I cut a deep enough cut fro the blood to flow in the area above your breath near the collar bone.&nbsp; The cut is quick but painful, soon the air hits the wound and the blood begins to flow and you see me leaning down licking my lips as I smile ear to ear looking back into you eyes before my head turns downward.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Taymynx</strong> on <strong>16-04-2009, 08:27:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				MMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmm you are sooooo male!&nbsp; My ankles locking around your hips, my arms locking around your neck and sexy you picks me up to hang below you while you lift me to position me where you want me. I reach up and plant a starry eyed kiss on our smiling lips in total pleasure, so aroused I could scream. I am hoping that this final move into the center of this huge bed means that your manness is going to finally swing dance with my womanhood.<br><br>You lower me onto the softness and a low sigh of satisfaction mixed with anticipation escapes me. I feel your hands move up my arms to my hands interlocking and I am beginning to feel twisted and connected to you in more ways again. MMMM. You slide my hands up and this makes me feel so feminine and vulnerable...my underbelly open to total trust in you. Just as the thought goes through me, you ask for my trust and I am confused. I do trust you. I want you. My body is begging for you. And you start to break free from my legs and move up my body. I start kissing your naked chin, your chest, your tummy, you keep moving, your pants, I am finding your manhood behind the fabric, my teeth nibbling as you move up again. I wonder if this is what you are here for and suddenly realize you are tying my hands. You tug to make sure each is tight.<br><br>I feel the wetness release again. I feel so vulnerable to you. So trusting. So safe. But why did you ask for trust?<br><br>You then slide over me, my body feeling your moves, and tie my ankles. It confuses me. You have tied them together and yet I expected you to want access. I cross on knee slightly over the other and feel my womanhood compressed, sending preorgasm waves through me I am so excited. <br><br>I watch as you remove your trousers, impatiently waiting. Trusting. Wanting Confused. My heart is pounding with arousal. I watch as you get toys out. A box. I wonder what excitement you have for me. You have a flat silver tool that looks like a scalpel and I want to ask, but your passionate kiss stills me and reminds me of my want. My breathing is pronounced in my passion. I feel your hand run from my neck to my opposite shoulder...so strong. So masculine. My head tilts to follow it, my eyes rolling shut in arousal for a second<br><br>I can see your manhood and have never seen it so aroused. I can see the veins pulsing and slight twitches of urgency. The tip looks wet and I lick my lips...wondering if they are to serve you. And then you put the silver tool to the tender flesh above my breast and I feel a sharp pain, making me draw a gasping breath. the air stings but I see your wide grin, your glazed eyes, your intense arousal, and you lean and start to suckle the wound, your lips making love to my lifestream. My red essence entering your lips and finding your tongue, your throat, your center....<br><br>And I sigh in rapture, feeling a release in my womanhood as I tighten my knees and muscles further in response.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>16-04-2009, 08:36:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Your sharp intake of breath almost stopped my heart for a second, when the scalpel bit into your smooth pale skin. The skin parted easily to that sharp thin blade, and the vein just beneath the collarbone and above the firm breast and hard nipple opened into the world from the same incision. You didn't move or scream. There is plenty of play in the ropes that loosely bind your naked body to my bed. You wanted to bleed for me.<br><br>You wanted to be inside me.<br><br>And as my mouth closes over that inch long cut you are.<br><br>Your essence filling me as your blood flows down my throat. As I drink from you the more I want you. And the more I want from you. I suck at the wound already spurting in my mouth as I feel my cock growing harder. Ravenous. My whole world is in that small cut, though as I drink my awareness expands to include all of you. But beyond the bed there is nothing. Here and now-all that exist.<br><br>Blood is by nature metal tasting and salty but yours is also so sweet. And intoxicating. My hands roam and caress your naked body as you bleed for me. It is cool in the dungeon, but still I am bathed in sweat. Excitement is now coursing through my body in myriad ways. My heart is also pounding as loudly as yours. I can feel every heartbeat from your body with my lips and tongue. Your pulses evident as you squirt into my mouth in time with the pounding of my own heart. We are connected. The rhythm of your life perfectly in tune with mine as I feast upon you.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Taymynx</strong> on <strong>16-04-2009, 08:57:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I have asked for you to become part of me. I have shared your air. I have shared sound. I have shared scent. We have looked deeply into each others eyes and I have felt your pulse pounding in your carotid, deep in your chest from that lifegiving muscle. You have penetrated my womanhood with your maleness, but never had I dreamed that you would find a way to express the sharing of our lifeblood.<br><br>I feel your mouth continue to catch those deep red cells that feed my life and I am in awe of your desire to merge spirits with me. I feel a low happy croon starting from deep in my chest and I want to pet your hair. To hold your head against me helping to feed you this part of me. <br><br><br>I feel your hands caressing my body, passionate, searching, urgent and I am so filled with you...with us. This moment in time, we are.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>16-04-2009, 09:24:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It is almost physical pain to pull back my mouth from you, but I do. Too much too quickly is never pleasant, yet I had already drunk in much of your red velvet moisture. My mouth follows my hands. Chasing and caressing every inch of your naked body held down and at my disposal. There are a few inches of play in the ropes, but still you do not fight against them to use it. The firm and precision tied cats paw knots hold you in place, but no more than your desire to be held down. You moan more louder than when you were cut when I lick the thin sheen of sweat from your tight stomach, and sigh in disappointment when I evade the smooth spot beneath it to kiss lick and bite my way down your legs. All the way down I go. I can feel your eyes on me as you watch. The heat I feel from your stare inspires me further.<br><br>I untie your bound ankles and retie them so you are now splayed apart on the bed. Completely open and vulnerable to me.<br><br>I glance up and I can see blood from your still open wound has begun to run down into your armpit. It is as naked and exposed to me as the rest of you. It too is as much mine as the rest of you. I turn and crawl up the bed. My body as naked as yours, my skin just as on fire. I so enjoy watching Goosebumps appear on your breasts as I lick the blood from your armpit. My cock so hard the throbbing is near painful.<br><br>I drag my tongue upwards. Firstly I come to the still faintly pumping wound. Capturing all the fluid and essence that you give to me. Then I move further up, tracing the lines of your neck. Still for more of you I hunger as I bite your neck. First my bite is delicate, then harder. Firmly. Enraptured by the flesh between my teeth. Then back to dragging my tongue along your skin. Inhaling the scent of your skin and golden hair as my tongue finally is guided into your open mouth.<br><br>Tongues entwine as our lips lock together. Too hungry to be considered tender, yet in a way it is. I can feel the corners of your mouth turn upwards as you taste your blood from my lips.<br><br>Life is only this moment. And you have given yourself to me. There is nothing else.<br><br>My hand slides between your legs as we kiss. Your legs part a little wider at the touch of my fingers. Your clit hard against my fingertips. I slide my fingers a little further down. So wet you are dripping. I bring my fingers to my mouth and break our deep kiss, to put those moist fingertips into my mouth. Delicious!<br><br>Then gone as I kiss you once again. Fingers again quickly down to your moist opening, then back to your clit once they are slick. Our kiss grows more passionate as two slick fingers gently circle your clit. I steel the breath from your lungs as we kiss. You are mine in every way, and have given yourself to me without restraint.<br><br>Your sweetest breath is in my mouth when you cum. Liquor to the starving. Intoxicating. Your moans virtually contained in my mouth.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Taymynx</strong> on <strong>03-05-2009, 02:26:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				You mouth on my lifeblood sends me to places I have never known and I let my mind wander tracing your every suckle, every move of your fingers, pinned by your lips caught onto the spot you have opened. And when you move away, it is a loss, as though I had determined to let you have my <em>all</em>. Your mouth moves and explores and I am sure that <em>you </em> will take my all. I am becoming equally sure I would give it. You sidestep a portion that perhaps has begun to want the most and my moans and sighs do not dissuade you. I watch you with intense passion as you move down, biting my inner legs and sending heaven through my body. My knees press together tightly, holding my growing orgasm from hitting.<br><br>And then you retie my legs, now splayed apart, so that I no longer have the ability to turn my need within and cradle it to wait. I am completely open and vulnerable to you.<br><br>There is a slight pulsing pain in my wound, but the want of you is stronger, and my nipples harden as my life blood traces a path to my armpit. I see, as your eyes capture it and you turn for your body to crawl up me, and I want that body. I want it hard, pressed passionately against mine, touching all of the parts of my that cannot wrap around yours due to silk bliss. <br><br>Yours is hot, and I feel goosebumps chase my nipples as you lick the blood, your tongue raking my armpit in silent taboo. <br><br>Your tongue recaptures my wound and it is once again magic. You feed on my essence, your rough tongue pulling at my skin, and then drag that tongue up my body further, my throat anticipating the union with a passionate throbbing pulse. I feel you follow my neckline and feel your intense want of me. My head turns in attempt to hug, to nuzzle, to capture your passions and entertwine, the only part of my free to seek you. My want is obvious and growing. You bite and the raw wildness of it fans my heat further. And then your mouth consumes me. I taste my blood on you and your passionate intensity touches my spirit deeply, speaking to me of an uncontrollable yearning of both my body and my spirit...and it is an incredibly tender moment to me.<br><br>I have given myself to you. I need nothing more.<br><br>And yet still you gift me in my silk bondage. Your hand awakens a million cells as it slides to my womanhood at our kiss. I accept you. I feel you explore. I am drenched with my want. You taste me, another consuming of my essence, and continue with a telling softness in your face. You find my lips again, and your hand works its magic. I feel joy in my willingness to let you have this, to arouse and take my passion for your own, as your fingers search in and out of me for the last restraint I might possess. My mouth hungers for you, raging, wanting and you take my very breath from me, as I surrender all restraint and let you take what you will.<br><br>My thoughts are no longer tame and there is not a cell in my body that is not sparking in response to your passions, this path you have walked me down to share the red blood of our spirits. I am writhing to move against you, gasping in my want of you. You mouth holds me in place to provide the conduit of our spirit essences. I feel my breath sucked from me by you again, and moan. Your mouth captures my sound, my breath, my spirit and you hold me at the edge of eternity. And then cradle my return. And I am freefalling with you in your arms.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>03-05-2009, 05:15:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I break the kiss, as I again kiss and lick down your body. Down your neck, lingering long around your breasts and straining nipples. Then again I move sliding down, this time avoiding the escape route of your legs to take your pussy in my mouth, all of it sucking hard. I get drunk drinking your moisture as I had done to the cut atop your chest. Then my teeth grab around your firm clit, and I gently grind my teeth, mere seconds to your orgasm. Once you have peaked I let go and allow my tongue to flicker across that engorged clitoris. Your moans are as much my sustenance as your blood. I crave more, and I am rewarded repeatedly as time after time the waves of orgasm wash over you.<br><br>Again I slide my head down to drink of you. My tongue sliding deep inside you to capture any trace of fluid I can gather. There is much to drink as your legs part yet wider. Even more slack in the ropes that bind you. Moans become screams as I fuck you with my tongue. Once the violent surge has passed I decide it is time to feed you.<br><br>I get up and turn, grabbing to the scalpel that lay beside the bed gleaming. Only a trace of your blood remains on that sharp blade. I move up, my knees caressing your arm to each side, your wound beneath me, and my cock hard above your face. I watch you watching it for a moment. Your hunger grows in seeing the blood flow through its veins. When you look away to lock your eyes with me I know it is time. I hold the blade near the prominent vein right above my hipbone, and watch your eyes. You do not want to break that connection, but the moment you do and your eyes drift to the blade in my hand I cut. Cutting down directly on the vein, I sever it, not completely, but splitting it open. The cut small but deep as blood spurts out in a stream across your face and I pull the glistening blade away. Magnificence.<br><br>I lean forward across you and I kiss your bound hand as I feel your lips close around my strongly spurting wound. My cock against your neck feeling you as you repeatedly swallow in your work to devour me. No restraint in your devouring of me, like the restraints on your body; ineffectual. Your tongue alternatively probing the spurting vein and pulling back to swallow and imbibe. My knees shake from the surge of blood pouring out of me. The rest of my body shakes with the excitement of pouring into you. The giving as rewarding as the receiving. To be THAT craved by another is as consuming as consumption. Again we are totally immersed in each other, mind, body, lifeblood and spirit. I gently suck on your fingertips as you violently suck on my vein. Teeth digging in now as you devour me. Rapture.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Taymynx</strong> on <strong>14-05-2009, 13:32:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The ties restrain my thighs from their grasp to hold your hand and still my tremors. My body is suspended in wait of your lead as you mouth leaves mine and my moans escape softly to seek you. Your lips moves me, teasing and taunting as my breasts tense in wait, but you move on. I hunger to unite and consummate this blood oath, our spirits entwining and dancing quickly, but your tongue instead laps at my womanhood, again teasing me to lift my hips in silent pleads. I have yet to ease back down from what you awoke in me such a few moments earlier and the sensations are intense and you mouth bites gently but firmly, centering my longings. My spirit hovers slightly above my core.<br><br>Your teeth gnash. There is no hesitation...my body was ready to return to this peak you have carried me to and I first become rigid and then quake as you bring me back to my taste of heaven. My moans and gasps reinforce your knowledge that i no longer control myself but that, once given to you, small things send large rewards shimmering through me. Soft whimpers of "no" come from my breath, but my denial does not halt you. It is obvious by my soft releases that they are not directed at you. I would let you seek the expressions of my pleasure all night. My wants roll, then surge, then roll and then ebb, each time to be gathered and re-energized by you. You are interweaving me through myself, like a tight little braided leash, to be held in the hands of your soul.<br><br>Internally, my fluids fill faster than you allow me to eke them out and suddenly your tongue penetrates, lapping at the swollen backside of my nub. I long for a strong release instead of the small teases that you allow and I spread my legs further offering greater access, resisting the urge to push a release but your tongue penetrates, piercing me and calling to my spirit and soon I cannot control my want, my urge to give to you, any longer. An unexpected move, slightly off time, and the rhythm changes preventing me from using it to hold myself back and I try to stifle my scream and press down on the snake from your maw that has found my passions. I twist and heave against the silk, unable to break free or stop you, unwilling to beg for freedom, and unexpectedly flooding you with the wet essence of the intensity of our chemistry, our union. You take it, slowing that I might regain my sanity.<br><br>And then you rise with purpose and precision while I gasp for air and attempt to regain and recollect my inner being. My breath is still quick and my ribcage heaves. I see, again, a flash of light flicker of the silver blade wielded such a short time ago and your body is like a statue, your loins a bridge over my soul and your manhood erect and proud above my face...still untouched after my sublime waves. I see the throbbing of it, the want, the lifeblood flowing rapidly through veins roiling on the outside. It is so intensely aroused that I can see small jumps in harmony with the pulse beating in your throat. My lips part and are dry. I seek to taste you.<br><br>My eyes turn to yours, asking, and they see in yours an intensity, a drive, a want. I am confused. The blade flashes as an almost imperceptible move reflects the candlelight and I still eye you, unsure of your next move...concerned that you might cut your manhood and damage yourself, or yet still, myself. I can't hardly take my eyes off of you but the pull of the blade is strong as I wonder where you will take it. A flash. A moment. A glance at it. And in that moment to slash your hipbone and at first it is impossible to see where the fine blade has severed skin and nicked artery, but time stands still as the cut opens and blood does not ooze, but rather squirts. I feel its warmth splash across my face and I gasp as your lifeblood now showers me.<br><br>Your posture, your face, your eyes which have recaptured mine are regal and proud as they tower over me, splattering me with the essence of your being. I lick my lips, tasting coppery stickiness and wanting more of you, to consume your being as you consumed mine. You lean into me, bringing the pulsing wound to bath my lips in red as I feel your own lips caress my bound wrist and palm. I drink, sucking and swallowing, you pouring into me in yet another way. You giving yourself to me freely, totally. And I feel the pulse of your manhood throbbing against the raging passion of my carotid artery, my throat. And with each swallow, my throat presses more firmly against it. I feel your tremors, your excitement in feeding me this. I sense the depth of your desire to complete our exchange of lives. I am lost in the feel of my mouth, my tongue searching the skin, the cut, the blood for you. I am oblivious of all but the sucking; my mouth on your portal to your life blood and your mouth suckling wet and warm around my fingertips. I wonder at my thought to eat all of you. Never have I felt such a complete exchange and yet we have not coupled in any traditional sense.<br><br>I awe at your ability to continually amaze me with different ways for our spirit to dance and for us to exchange our life essences. It would seem that once the concept was birthed between us, your incredible mind leaps in search of ways to make it so.&nbsp; I thought I would feast forever on you.<br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dawg's Private Dungeon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Taymynx</strong> on <strong>23-06-2009, 10:46:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Totally distracted, neither of us notice the slip of the straight edge....snuggling itself between the slippery sheets and the textured ropes of my wrists. The truth of their presence would not hit me until the next time you left me alone to wait the long long return as you filled your day with living life. How fortuitous it was! At last I would be able to find my freedom and pick up the threads of my own work. <br>Slicing the ropes, I was able to slip out. Sometimes dancing with the spirit was simply too dangerous. 
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