🎩 The One Night Bride - Madame's Delights (Bondage Rooms)
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				Title: <strong>🎩 The One Night Bride - Madame's Delights (Bondage Rooms)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>16-04-2017, 16:16:50</strong>
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				Madame's Delights is a long, narrow room of the One Night Bride, partially divided to offer areas of semi-privacy.&nbsp; There are comfortable seats, divans, cushions and a variety of tables, altars, and stages set up where couples can explore the delights of bondage and restraints.&nbsp; Cabinets and displays offer a variety of toys and bondage aids, paddles, flogs, collars, and the like.&nbsp; The lighting is discreet, with various magical lamps that can be directed as desired.&nbsp; House rules forbid the breaking of skin, sinew or bone ... and the rule applies regardless of whether the client is the binder or the bound.<br><br>Why the room is called 'Madame's Delights' is not generally remembered, for Madame Celeste seems to spend no more time in this section of the Bride than any other, though she will share what she deems a 'story of little note' if asked.<br><br><div align="center">(http://i.imgur.com/jYAiQb0.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; (http://i.imgur.com/p4aTBbN.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; (http://i.imgur.com/9PQoXF8.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 🎩 The One Night Bride - Madame's Delights (Bondage Rooms)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Top Cat</strong> on <strong>23-04-2017, 23:46:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/bUvpHLC.jpg)</div><strong>Name:&nbsp; Stephen Downing (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13137161#msg13137161)</strong><br><br><strong>CLIENT</strong><br><br><strong>Situation:</strong> Making a very daring request from a formidable partner<br><br><br><br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Snogflog, <em>Closed</em><br><br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> <em>None</em><br><br><br><br><br><hr><hr><br>Stephen marveled at the naked display of bondage and torture devices on display. He'd heard of "dungeons" back before he had come to the Bazaar, but he'd never been to one - they were extremely exclusive, and Stephen had never really understood what he <em>wanted </em>before. He'd never realized that they could be quite so <em>literal</em>, though. The room looked like it could hold more than a dozen prisoners and slaves at the same time, with racks and chairs and things he couldn't even recognize. <br><br>When Snogflog asked him if he'd like something to eat or drink before they went into negotiations, he nodded. Turning toward Snogflog, he started to sit on one of the harder benches, and said, "I think I'd like... <em><strong>AH!</strong></em>" He yelped and vaulted himself upright, his right hand going to his backside. "Good lord," he said softly, "I think my entire ass is bruised from all that. And my pocket is completely gone..." <br><br>He walked over to Snogflog, one hand gingerly stroking his butt. "I'm very hungry, actually," he admitted, "but I can do with some sort of appetizer to take the edge off, and eat an actual meal later." As he walked up to her, his hand curled around her waist. He was certain that this night was going to take days, if not weeks, to recover from, but he'd be damned if he wasn't going to try to enjoy every minute of it. "Have you got anything with..." he paused, his mouth already salivating at the thought. "Real meat in it?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: 🎩 The One Night Bride - Madame's Delights (Bondage Rooms)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>25-04-2017, 01:26:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/77/SNorclady.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:&nbsp; Snogflog Nosebiter of the Shattered Hand Clan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13138798#msg13138798)</strong><br><br><strong>COURTESEAN</strong><br><br><strong>Situation:</strong> Serving up some food in the dungeon<br><br><br><br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Stephen, Closed<br><br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> <em>None</em><br><br><br><br><hr><hr><br><br><br>Her eyes follow him as he looks around the superbly stocked dungeon, she remembers her own first visit down here when she was given her initial tour of the place. Amazement that so many fun toys could exist and quite the exhilaration at the thought of learning what they all can do to make someone cry out in that delightful mixture of pleasure and pain. When it was very clear that this is a room she would spend quite a bit of time in the other brides and grooms with similar tastes helped her learn how every item works and some of the basic rules. Such as no alcohol in here, even someone as resilient as Snogflog can after all die from what can happen in here. Be too drunk and if the client passes out while say she is gagged and has to throw up, she can think of more fun ways to die then drown in your own drink fuelled vomit while strapped to a rack.<br><br>"I think my entire ass is bruised from all that. And my pocket is completely gone..." <br><br>Her warm chuckle is filled with amusement as he rubs his behind while walking towards her, she still has no idea what it was that exploded but clearly he took the brunt of the blast in a tender area. Perhaps he will want her to kiss it better? Perhaps lick it better too? His arm snakes around her waist and she turns to gaze into his sparkling eyes, already her brain is working overtime to catch every nuance of his speech and movement pattern. There is a hunger in his eyes, and not just for food. She gets the impression that he isn't used to rooms like this, not with his initial reaction with those wide eyes roaming the room. No matter, she will gladly instruct him. There is no weakness in not knowing, only in not wanting to learn.<br><br>“Hungry? Well we can fix that easily enough good sir. Why don't I go chase something up while you take a look around the room to learn where things are and what items speak to you. Then we can see who puts whom where hmm?”<br><br>Her mouth curls into a big grin flashing those tusks again, the man intrigues her in a way few have. Bold, brave, perhaps a bit inexperienced but that is easily fixed. And he even managed get her on her back after being thrown through a table, sure it might not have been entirely his doing but darn if it didn't feel good to have the air knocked out of her and have him on top in such a dominant position. Lets see if he can keep that up, and well other things too. Gently she leans in to place a little kiss on his lips, a soft little teasing thing only to see if he flinches from the tusks as they graze across his lips. Then with a shake of her hips she slides out of his arm and walks briskly out of the room to find the food.<br><br>“Right back with something to eat.”<br><br>As soon as she is outside of the dungeon she picks up the pace even more and almost flies down the corridor and through a few doors to emerge into the kitchen. The wonderful aromas assault her nostrils making her tummy rumble loudly enough for one of the kitchen aids to look up with surprise written on his face. Normally the brides and grooms don't visit the kitchen after all.<br><br>“Just getting a plate of some food for the lovely young man, seems he forgot to eat before coming here. May I?”<br><br>The assistant nods almost a bit afraid to say no to the formidable orc as she grabs a plate and stacks a few choice pieces of meat on it before they can be ruined by the cook. Not that the cook isn't one of the best cooks to work the trade, quite the contrary but this obsession with ruining good food by cooking it is something Snogflog just can't wrap her head around. So a few boar ribs, a leg of lamb and then a very large pitcher of ice cold water gets added and she hefts the now heavy plate easily with one arm.<br><br>“Thank you kindly.”<br><br>She grins and picks up half a loaf of bread and stacks that on the plate as well, thus armed she ventures back this time with less urgency in her steps. A sudden stop now would send raw meat and water flying everywhere after all, besides it isn't like she has any trouble hefting the plate. A normal woman would be shaking by the time she kicks the door to the dungeon open again, but for Snogflog it is no major task. Only helps give the muscles in her arm some more definition as she places the large tray on a table where he can see it.<br><br>“Here you go, now... why don't you tell me what you where seeing in here? We do take pride in making sure those that we entertain are satisfied with it after all, and while I could guess.. well last time I did the guy was whining about how he didn't find broken bones a turnon. Can you believe it? Such a whimp, unlike yourself I am sure.”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 🎩 The One Night Bride - Madame's Delights (Bondage Rooms)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Top Cat</strong> on <strong>26-04-2017, 20:35:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/bUvpHLC.jpg)</div><strong>Name:&nbsp; Stephen Downing (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13137161#msg13137161)</strong><br><br><strong>CLIENT</strong><br><br><strong>Situation:</strong> Making a very daring request from a formidable partner<br><br><br><br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Snogflog, <em>Closed</em><br><br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> <em>Bondage</em><br><br><br><br><br><hr><hr><br>As Snogflog left, Stephen turned his attention back to the room. He'd noticed the gash on her hip had already closed up, and that was sparking some new thoughts. He started looking around the room, and found something very interesting, indeed. <br><br>By the time she'd returned, he'd figured out how it worked - not that it was particularly difficult, given the relatively medieval design. He blinked at the raw meat on the tray, and headed over to where she was. "Not exactly what I was expecting," he said, smiling. "Now, here's what we're going to do. We're both going to eat some of that... sashimi, I guess," he said strongly, "then I'm going to put this on you, and we'll move on from there." He held up a thick pair of steel and leather handcuffs. It was easy to see that it was intended as a torture device - the interior had dull spikes protruding that would put uncomfortable pressure on the wearer's wrists. <br><br>With that, he picked up a fork, speared one of the smaller hunks of what looked like well-tenderized and seasoned beef, and took a bite. It was better than he expected, and his eyebrows shot up appreciatively. His other hand stroked Snogflog's hip as he murmured, "My compliments to the chef," between bites. It had been years since he'd had any real meat - it had gotten scarce and extremely expensive almost two decades prior, and most "meaty" foods he'd had were either tofu, mushrooms, or entirely synthetic material. He tried to avoid the latter. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: 🎩 The One Night Bride - Madame's Delights (Bondage Rooms)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>28-04-2017, 06:54:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/77/SNorclady.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:&nbsp; Snogflog Nosebiter of the Shattered Hand Clan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13138798#msg13138798)</strong><br><br><strong>COURTESEAN</strong><br><br><strong>Situation:</strong> Spoiling for a good fight<br><br><br><br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Stephen, Closed<br><br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> <em>None</em><br><br><br><br><hr><hr><br><br>Her eyes sparkle with amusement as he eyes the plate of raw meat, but to his credit he does pick up and eat a piece. With a fork, what a barbarian! To show how to properly eat she grabs a rib in one hand and tears a large chunk off with her tusks and munches happily. A small trickle of blood runs down over her chin before she wipes it away with the back of her hand and she listens to his little plan for the evening. An amusing proposition, the fact that he picked those cuffs speaks of a man with more excotic tastes than even most who enjoy the pleasures that the dungeon have to offer, but still she isn't quite sure he is though enough for it.<br><br>“You put them on me? Oh I see, that is your form of a joke. Very amusing good sir.”<br><br>The voice filled with good natured humor as she teases him, the way his arm has snaked around her hips to caress her skin is again promising so she is willing to give him the benefit of the doubt on this. But still he hasn't quite proven himself to her, not yet.<br><br>“Now I grant you that you did get me on my back earlier, but we both know that wasn't quite planned. So, show me that you are man enough for this. Let us see what you are made of if you wish to make me your plaything, fail and it will be you that dangles from your feet screaming in pain. Of course you can always admit to being a whimp and leave now, but we both know you won't. Because you like a challenge, so shall we see if you are up to it?”<br><br>Tempted as she is to toss the half gnawed bone away she knows the Madame wouldn't forgive her if she left half eaten food around so she neatly drops it back on the plate while stretching out her muscles, an act that has the added benefit of displayed them as they ripple under her soft skin. That is if he can avoid the trap of staring down her cleavage when she leans forward to limber up her back and purely by accident gives him quite the view of her girls.<br><br>“You said you wished to make me your slave, how did you plan to do that? Hmm?”<br><br>There is a fire in her eyes now, and a widening grin on her lips. It is very obvious that he doesn't have very long to decide if he wishes to stay and test himself or to run away to fight another day. To her it doesn't matter, like all orcs she knows she can't lose. No orc is ever defeated in battle, if they win.. well they obviously have won. If they die then they are dead and that doesn't count as defeat. And if they run away, then you can always come back for another go at it so that clearly can't be a defeat either. A simple philosophy that while on the surface doesn't make sense, if you look more closely it does make some sense. You are only defeated if you let yourself be, as long as there is fight in your body and soul you are never truly beaten. Which goes a long way towards explaining her sunny disposition despite having lived through something that would break a lesser being, deep down she still has the hope that she can redeem herself and return to her clan in triumph to be accepted.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 🎩 The One Night Bride - Madame's Delights (Bondage Rooms)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Top Cat</strong> on <strong>28-04-2017, 08:15:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/bUvpHLC.jpg)</div><strong>Name:&nbsp; Stephen Downing (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13137161#msg13137161)</strong><br><br><strong>CLIENT</strong><br><br><strong>Situation:</strong> Making a very daring request from a formidable partner<br><br><br><br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Snogflog, <em>Closed</em><br><br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> <em>Bondage</em><br><br><br><br><br><hr><hr><br>Stephen shrugged, smiling softly. "You're right, I'm not going to walk away," he agreed. "I'm not going to turn tail - although you know that I could easily walk away, go pick another lady to be with tonight, and that would be a loss for both of us." He speared another smaller chunk of meat, tore off half, and chewed it, enjoying the look of her cleavage - and her excited expression. "No," he explained, "by the time we're done talking, I'm going put these on you - or you'll <em>help</em> me put them on, perhaps." <br><br>He tossed the handcuffs onto the table next to the plate, and bit off the remaining chunk of meat, chewing slowly, teasing Snogflog with anticipation. "You're going to do this, because we both know that I can't possibly beat you in a physical fight," he continued, "and while I could possibly have booby-trapped this room while you were gone getting the food, I think you know the room well enough to be able to spot the changes I've made." A half-lie; he hadn't layed any traps at all, but she didn't know that, and the anticipation - particularly when she couldn't <em>see</em> anything wrong - would serve to heighten her excitement, if nothing else. <br><br>He chuckled, and glanced to Snogflog's right, then speared another piece of meat casually. "I doubt you're interested in playing mental games, despite the fact that you're clearly more intelligent than the orcs where I come from..." <em>which are fictional, but still not very bright</em>, he thought wickedly, "so that's probably out, right?" <br><br>Finishing the meat, he tossed the fork down, grabbed a glass of water, and downed that. With enough food in him to stave off his hunger, he turned his attention fully to Snogflog again, stepping up close. "You'll do as I say, because I've already given you an experience unlike anything you've ever seen," he said, smirking up at her, their noses only inches apart. "And I can do that again... <em>on purpose</em> this time, if you surrender to me." <br><br>After a long pause, he took a step back. "Or you can throw me over your shoulder, tie me up, and have a fun, but ultimately boring, evening like so many you've had before." <br><br><em>There's the challenge, now the pitch. I'm not fighting your strength, I'm fighting your curiosity.</em> "So here's the deal," he said, picking the handcuffs back up again. "We do what I just outlined - you play my game, be my slave for the evening. If I've sufficiently surprised you... you owe me another night, where I chain you up <em>in the front room</em>, in front of everyone else." Tracing one hand across the leather covering her left nipple, he finished, "And if I don't surprise you and give you a new experience... then the reverse is true. The next time I'm here, and you're ready to claim your victory, I'm yours, to be used however you see fit." <br><br>Stephen held up the handcuffs, staring Snogflog eye to eye. "Now. Who is wearing these tonight?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: 🎩 The One Night Bride - Madame's Delights (Bondage Rooms)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Honeycrisp</strong> on <strong>03-05-2017, 11:20:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/95fd6679e62e690437e65aca4b07a11f/tumblr_oogroqpARU1tppytvo1_540.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:&nbsp; Psyche Makropoulos (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13127525#msg13127525)</strong><br><br><strong>STAFF</strong><br><br><strong>Situation:</strong> What the Mouth Cannot Speak<br><br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nicholas Carlton <br><br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> <em>None</em><br><br><br><br><hr><hr><br>=========&gt; From The Great Room (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266080.msg13163428#msg13163428)<br><br>It wasn't necessary to tell Snogflog that Psyche's client needed space and that the two of them would be there but briefly, neither intruding on nor taking recognition of the other's incipient scenes.&nbsp; The curvy, decidedly exotic and intimidating looking orc had several times proven herself the equal of any of the other Brides in discretion and handling potentially awkward situations.&nbsp; Psyche was even quite fond of the green-skinned woman and had contemplated what a tryst with her might be like - purely from the professional viewpoint of course, should that be a client's fantasy.&nbsp; Psyche had been with women before, more than a few over the years, and while it was always nice it was something like eating <em>aliter dulcia</em> without honey; it lacked the finishing touch, the essential ingredient that completed the experience for her.&nbsp; Fortunately it seemed as if her client, Stephen, could hardly wait to sample Snogflog's honey and perhaps drizzle her with some of his own.&nbsp; It was going to be an enjoyable experience for both of them, she judged.<br><br>After the entered the room, Psyche gave Nicholas time to take it all in, noticing the way his nostrils flared unconsciously at the sensual scent of leather and oil both for the skin and for the supple, sometimes cruelly erotic implements that were neatly racked and displayed.&nbsp; A man like him, a man of such power and control when he was in his realm and not hers, such a man would hardly be a stranger to any of the things present, was likely a master of their use and were the situation reversed Psyche would be trembling in terrible, aching anticipation of how he would show her that all other men before him had been mere apprentices of the art while he was the master.&nbsp; Tonight though the tables were turned and she knew that his lips could not speak what the heart desired.&nbsp; Only his eyes gave that away, not pleading but coming alive with bright interest as they gazed upon certain things.&nbsp; Psyche watched him carefully, still hand in hand with him, and took her cues from Nicholas' eyes, his wonderful blue eyes the color of the ocean's depths off the coast.<br><br>"I know what you need," Psyche said, leaning up on her toes to whisper it at the bottom of his ear, an ear that she took between her lips and mumbled wordlessly at before tracing shivery kisses along the line of his jaw.&nbsp; A squeeze with her slender fingers and she let go, leaving Nicholas rooted like the great oak of a man he was while his dryad roamed the forest.&nbsp; Psyche flipped her head, tossing hair the color of raw copper over her back, and looked over her shoulder at him as she made her first selection for their enjoyment.&nbsp; It was the most simple of things, a long length of black silk just wider than her palm, but so heavy in its weave that when it was drawn across the eyes and tied in the back the wearer would be denied the certainty and comfort of their sight, forced to submit to the loss of it that other senses might be heightened.&nbsp; Returning to Nicholas, Psyche stroked the fabric across his cheek, letting him feel the slippery cool material, then rolled it like men did their ties at night and patted it into the pocket of his suit.&nbsp; "Even Janus cannot always see everything, see every beginning and end, and must trust Juno from time to time."&nbsp; <br><br>Leaving him again, Psyche walked among the implements and picked a selection, not returning one by one as she had with the blindfold, but bringing back the rest in an almost jumbled collection of straps and rings and fastenings, like a wife at the market selecting a handful of soon to be delicious squid for the evening table.&nbsp; Standing before Nicholas, she gave the rest of the room her back so he alone could see what she had chosen.&nbsp; Strap tangled into strap, confusing the eye and requiring that it be unwoven backwards to understand the tapestry she planned for their time together.&nbsp; Two gags, the first the traditional ball but done in a monkey's fist of dense black leather cord around a heavy concealed ball that afforded the teeth plenty to bite upon and a weight that constantly reminded the wearer of the drag upon their neck.&nbsp; The second was much lighter, an open ring that would fit just behind the teeth and hold the mouth open and afforded the use of the wearer's tongue to whatever task its mistress saw fit.&nbsp; Another, though hardly necessary for a man of Nicholas' virility and self control, was to be placed around his shaft and the heavy sac below it, binding both into a rigid erection that could split any flesh and bring it to shivering, wet completion and still stay strong far through the night without the final release for him until Psyche allowed.&nbsp; It was cruel not in its feel or wearing, only in its denial of his shattering, throbbing orgasm unless she permitted.&nbsp; All of these things Nicholas may have picked on his own, would have boldly chosen even, knowing that nothing in them implied he wasn't a strong man, a male who cowed others in the pack by his mere gaze, and so if he gave up a little control for the sake of some different flavor of play there would only be envy in the eyes of his not quite peers.&nbsp; <br><br>The last though, that he would never have chosen on his own even in the privacy of a bedroom.&nbsp; It was a harness of slender straps, sized far too small for Nicholas' body and designed for a woman's curves and frame.&nbsp; Clasped about her bottom and waist it offered a spiderweb of delight focused on the bottom of her mons with a shiny circle of metal through which jutted a modest but still undeniably erect and masculine penis done in flexible black rubber.&nbsp; Psyche's cock, the cock she'd don when she wanted to and promised to use upon Nicholas' body, the cock she might have him worship before bestowing its dark promise of a release only the strongest of men deserved and could receive with submissive acknowledgment of the need for it, of the gift of it from a woman who understood and gave all of herself and the switching of their roles to truly satisfy the man who made her heart throb and swell with passionate, loving desire.<br><br>"Yes," she said, telling Nicholas that all of these things were her choice as much as his and that they would be used, that he had given himself over to her and Psyche would have it her way - for his pleasure.&nbsp; For did not the one who chose to submit really have all the power?&nbsp; Without their consent, without them allowing the other the use of and permission to their passion the entire exchange of power would never take place no matter how much force used or how much the dominant demanded it.&nbsp; Only the strongest could surrender.<br><br>And Nicholas was so very, very strong.<br><br>Psyche let his eyes take everything in for a bit longer, then placed the toys into a crimson leather valise that already held a few other things she'd need for the evening.&nbsp; "I am so proud of you," she told him, and gave Nicholas a kiss, her body barely pressing against his, and she claimed the entirety of his mouth before letting go, her own lips wet with the passion of it.&nbsp; "You are the single most extraordinary man I have ever met and you honor me with the care and control of you."<br><br>Taking Nicholas' hand she walked with him to where a small display of precious stones were set into plinth missing the bust it would normally support.&nbsp; "Pick one," she commanded, and let go to step back, allowing Nicholas to touch them if he wished or merely to gaze upon them.&nbsp; Amethyst and Azurite, Ruby and Jade, Opal and Pearl, Sapphire and Lapis Lazuli, Diamond even among them.&nbsp; It was as if someone spilled out their fortune and sunk them into the marble.&nbsp; Even as Nicholas watched one of them, the azurite, sank deeper into the marble, drawn down into stone gone coldly liquid, until it vanished from sight and selection.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 🎩 The One Night Bride - Madame's Delights (Bondage Rooms)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>04-05-2017, 15:52:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/77/SNorclady.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:&nbsp; Snogflog Nosebiter of the Shattered Hand Clan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13138798#msg13138798)</strong><br><br><strong>COURTESEAN</strong><br><br><strong>Situation:</strong> Deciding who will be in pain for the night<br><br><br><br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Stephen, Closed<br><br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> <em>None</em><br><br><br><br><hr><hr><br><br>She listens carefully as he outlines his plan, and as he speaks her grin keeps growing. He is impressing her for sure, a lesser man would be spoiling to prove his physical prowess and fail. No he knows he can't beat her in a fight so he clearly is picking another one, where he is holding all the cards. And again in her line of thinking she cannot lose, if he turns out to disappoint at least she will get someone to vent her frustration on, and if he doesn't well then it is clear she is in for a fun night. So much like a regular battle she can only win, and that is something her orcish nature appreciates.<br><br>"We do what I just outlined - you play my game, be my slave for the evening. If I've sufficiently surprised you... you owe me another night, where I chain you up in the front room, in front of everyone else." <br><br>Even with his eyes examining her cleavage and one hand slowly trailing over her leather halter his mind is clearly working perfectly. Briefly she wonders if someone told him her weakness of playing in front of people, perhaps perhaps not. And even if it is a lucky guess or even something he might enjoy, she is fully expecting him to set it up so that no matter what happens he will win too. After all, it is what she would do. All in all, he would make a good warchief. Well if he was more physically imposing, but in her time in this wondrous place she has learned that muscles doesn't equal strength.<br><br>"Now. Who is wearing these tonight?" <br><br>She throws her head back and laughs, a full laugh that makes her chest move in quite interesting ways. He can easily be forgiven for thinking she is about to tie him up and all but rip the life out of his body but instead she picks up the cuffs and slips one hand into one of them and tightens it. Her eyes finds his and she nods slowly to signal that she has made the choice and their bargain is set. Now all that remains is to set the rules.<br><br>“No torturing of my ears, and if I say stop I mean it. Ok?”<br><br>The door to the chamber opens and Psyche and her client pop in to pick up some toys, not that Snogflog mind. She knows that the wonderful lady wouldn't intrude if she didn't have a good reason, and it is soon clear that she needs some toys to use on her chosen toy for the night. An interesting woman that Snogflog doesn't know much about, she always seem oh so busy. But that is all for another time, right now she has a young man to care for.<br><br>Slowly she reaches behind herself with the hand that doesn't have the cuffs dangling from the wrist and she neatly undoes the halter letting the leather fall to the floor discarded and forgotten just as quickly. The anticipation making her nipples already hard and eager to be touched, her aureoles a nice rich green that make them draw his eyes to them. Idly she runs the dangling cuff over the left nipple making herself shiver in delight, both for her own very obvious pleasure and to tease him of course.<br><br>“I am all yours for the night, let us see if that will change in the future.”<br><br>She winks at him coyly, a look that doesn't quite fit her and she knows that fully well. But she does enjoy seeing how people react to her when she does. Before he can say anything she lifts her hand up holding the loincloth and drops it down in front of him leaving her completely naked. Well apart from the handcuffs that is, and a very big smile that promises all sorts of mischief.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 🎩 The One Night Bride - Madame's Delights (Bondage Rooms)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TyCaine</strong> on <strong>05-05-2017, 22:30:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/DNiFcci.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name: Nicholas 'Nick' Carlton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13140334#msg13140334)</strong><br><br><strong>CLIENT</strong><br><br><strong>Situation:</strong> What the heart desires...<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Psyche Makropoulos<br><br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> <em>None....yet....</em><br><br><br><br><hr><br>=========&gt; From The Great Room (http://[url=https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266080.msg13163428#msg13163428)<br><br>The sight of the orc drew Nick's attention only briefly when they entered, and he wondered at the man who would try to tame, however briefly, one such as she, but then his gaze was distracted once more by the sights and scents in the room and the spectacle of the specialized pieces of furniture that adorned it. He swallowed as he turned his attention back to the beautiful woman who was to control, dominate, him at his request, and wondered what she had planned for him. Much of what he saw, both toys and furniture, he recognized, he had been on the dominating side once or twice before but the thought of their being used on him had his heart racing and his eyes becoming bright with excitement.<br><br>He felt her hand still in his as he took everything in, and then she was leaning into him, raising herself on her toes to whisper that with his acceptance of her she knew his needs, his desires, and his breath caught in his throat at those words before feeling a shiver of anticipation run down his spine at the touch of her lips on his ear and along his jawline. When she squeezed his hand slightly and let go his breath caught again and, for the first time in his life, he felt a hint of uncertainty pass thought him at his choice this evening, did he really need what he had asked for? What she offered? The answer came almost immediately though in that he did need this, he needed to find release, to let go of his control and, swallowing again his gaze turned from the room to focus on the beautiful redhead though he couldn't bring himself to move...<br><br>He felt compelled to remain where he was, both from her action of squeezing his hand, and from his own conflicted feelings in that moment, but some of the conflict eased as the slip of a girl flicked beautiful copper hair over her back and glanced back at him. His breathing was uneven, his excitement electrifying, and his arousal, still painfully constrained, was growing steadily. He had no concept of what was to happen with her this night, he only knew he needed it as much as he needed air to breath, even if some of his imaginings of what might transpire sent further shivers down his spine.<br><br>He watched her take the length of black silk, that looked as smooth as if it were black liquid held in the form of the ribbon, and when she re-approached him and caressed his cheek with it his lips parted as he struggled to control himself, his breathing becoming deeper as his gaze focused on hers, staring at her with intensity. She folded the silk and slipped it into the pocket of his jacket, and her words confirmed what he had thought it was for leaving him with his anticipation growing ever higher. When she stepped away again he found his gaze dropping to the floor, uncertainty filling him again as he all but panted to try and calm himself, before bringing his gaze back up to her as she picked out several items, returning with an armful.<br><br>Standing before her his gaze dropped from hers to the items in her hands, it taking him a moment to sort through the tangle of straps and items to determine what she had, what he eventually made out made him swallow slightly once more, as his gaze returned to hers. The gags he had almost expected, one to silence or at least muffle his cries and the other to muffle while enabling her to make use of his skillful tongue, as he considered some of the other items she held though he felt the shiver pass down his spine but it was no longer just anticipation, there was something else there, something close to almost fear, and yet not, whatever it was he couldn't remember ever feeling it before.<br><br>The harness for his cock and balls would restrict and control his ability to achieve climax while keeping him hard for her pleasure and teasing, that he would lose such control to her was daunting indeed, and yet thrilling at the same time, but this was not the only item that had sent that shiver down his spine. The strap-on harness for her wearing would no doubt look delightful as the black straps contrasted sharply with her pale skin, and would no doubt tease her to her own climax as she wore it, but the very erect phallus attached to it gave him pause. It's intent was obvious and it caused a tightness in the pit of his stomach at the thought of her wearing that and using it upon him, considering he had submitted control to her he would have no recourse but to endure, that she had chosen a ring gag as well made him realize that she also might make him worship her cock first before using it upon him, and he felt the knot in his stomach clench tighter.<br><br>He had never, ever, considered giving such control to another, and yet she had made him realize just how much he needed the ability to release his iron fist of control in this place of safety and security, and in giving control to her he gave her the ability to do as she wished and, as the knot clenched, he also felt his excitement increase and his own, hard cock throbbed in the tight confines of his pants making him almost gasp with the discomfort. Her simple word drew his gaze back to hers and, though he felt a tremble pass through him, he held her gaze, knowing this was his choice as much as hers, if not more so and in releasing control he was, in fact, accepting another, different, form of control.<br><br>He swallowed as his gaze returned to the items in her hands, the fear, if that what it was, subsiding in her presence as his eyes took in the items once more, before following her hands as she placed them in a valise. Her words and kiss reassured him, as she claimed his mouth with hers making him moan softly into it, before feeling her break away, finding himself breathless ass she spoke once more. He tried to say something, to speak, something, but could not for a moment, and he scowled at himself a moment as she took his hand and led him to the display of stones, he still felt some conflict within him, and yet wanted nothing more than to be in her care, for whatever she wished of him, a feeling that was strange, almost alien to him, and in which he reveled...<br><br>When she told him to pick one of the precious stones he was confused, briefly, by their significance, until one slowly disappeared into the marble and he wondered if it was some reference to a place, or a room, remembering the dark haired woman briefly and the client she had disappeared with. Gazing at the stones he found himself drawn to the Ruby and allowed his fingers to caress it gently, then he turned his gaze to Psyche and, finding his voice, spoke, <em>"Ruby..."</em> he said, his voice sounding a little strained by his continuing to control himself in spite, or because, of the effect she had on him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 🎩 The One Night Bride - Madame's Delights (Bondage Rooms)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Top Cat</strong> on <strong>07-05-2017, 02:44:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/bUvpHLC.jpg)</div><strong>Name:&nbsp; Stephen Downing (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13137161#msg13137161)</strong><br><br><strong>CLIENT</strong><br><br><strong>Situation:</strong> Claiming his slave, but expecting her to be... troublesome. <br><br><br><br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Snogflog, <em>Closed</em><br><br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> <em>Bondage</em><br><br><br><br><br><hr><hr><br>Stephen breathed a quiet sigh of relief that his proposition had won over. He was certain that if he'd lost that argument, he would have been very sore - and possibly broken in many ways, some of which the healers wouldn't be able to fix - in the morning. <br><br>Her limitations surprised him, but also pleased him in a way. "No <em>torturing</em> the ears," he agreed, reaching up with one hand to stroke her ear gently, "and stop when you say. A safe-word, so to speak." He'd heard of safewords before, but hadn't ever been in a situation to use one. Against his former government's demands, there were no safewords, only obedience or forced compliance. "But you said nothing about blood..." <br><br>He paused, glancing over his shoulder as the astounding redhead he'd seen earlier - <em>Psyche</em>, Madame Celeste had called her - entered the room. And, a moment later, her companion, who seemed far more interested in Psyche than Snogflog or Stephen. It was just as well - Stephen was in no mood to share, and had no experience with group sex, in any case. But he knew that this room wasn't purely a solo act; he was sure it could be quite busy, and still have all the room he needed. <br><br>He turned back to Snogflog, ideas still partially-formed in his mind. He'd seen some items in the room that he figured he could put to new use, but he still wasn't entirely sure how to do it. He was confident that he'd come up with it, though. <br><br>And then Snogflog dropped the last of her clothing, leaving her emerald majesty open for him to see. He couldn't resist the unspoken invitation, and reached out, cupping her breasts in his hands and feeling their curves... and sensitive bumps. He leaned forward and wrapped his lips around her right nipple, sucking and teasing for just a moment before sanding back up. "Turn around," he ordered calmly, "so that I can get you properly outfitted." <br><br>He intended to secure his prize with her hands cuffed behind her back. He had no idea how flexible - or self-destructive - Snogflog was, and a determined person could easily turn rear handcuffs into front handcuffs. There were other toys in the room that would make that extremely difficult, if not outright impossible; he could chain her so tightly that she'd be unable to move <em>anything</em> more than an inch without his say-so. But that wasn't what he wanted. He wanted to feel her flinch and gasp every step of the way. <br><br>He momentarily debated between a blindfold or a gag. Blindfold or not was two sides of the same coin - would she have the anticipation of not knowing what he was doing next, or the thrill of seeing it coming? The gag, on the other hand, was simpler, and for a while at least, he wanted to be able to hear her talk. Her voice was an amazing mix of thuggishly brutal and highly sophisticated, and he wanted to hear more. So for now, it would be just the handcuffs and the blindfold... and perhaps a spreader bar wrapped on her ankles, if she proved to be combative. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: 🎩 The One Night Bride - Madame's Delights (Bondage Rooms)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>13-05-2017, 21:19:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/77/SNorclady.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:&nbsp; Snogflog Nosebiter of the Shattered Hand Clan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13138798#msg13138798)</strong><br><br><strong>COURTESEAN</strong><br><br><strong>Situation:</strong> Being a bratty sub<br><br><br><br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Stephen, Closed<br><br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> <em>Bondage, blood</em><br><br><br><br><hr><hr><br>His reaction to seeing her naked is all that she could wish for, and the gentle sensual caress of her ear as he puts emphasis on torturing the ears is like a delightful bloodwine running down her throat to spread its warmth through her body. And her thoughts are reinforced even more when he thoughtfully notes she didn't mention anything about blood, true she didn't Then again she didn't mention lots of things, some are just understood in a civilized world sadly and others well if he has those kind of leanings she will gladly take his head off and present it to the madam all wrapped in a neat little pink bow.<br><br>As his hands slowly roam over her breasts and he even leans down to give a nipple a little playful kiss she has a little thought forming in her head and it takes her a bit of willpower to hold on to it as the first tinglings of pleasure race through her body setting the nerves alight. He seems to be playing her body and mind like an expert despite how inexperienced he at first seems to be, the man is quite the mystery that she is looking forward to unravelling in the hours to come. <br><br>"Turn around," he ordered calmly, "so that I can get you properly outfitted." <br><br>For a few heartbeats she remains still and then she turns around slowly, one hand reaching out to a nearby rack to pick up a large knife with an edge that seems to be recently honed to perfection. Her hand grips the hilt like it is an old lover, no flashy movements just the calm reassurance that comes from familiarity and love. He can see her face reflecting in the blade when she holds it up to press the cold steel to her lips before turning around again, there is a new feral look to her. A look much like when she threw him across the room earlier.<br><br>“No, I didn't mention blood. Why do you like that? I don't mind helping you shed some ...”<br><br>Her words trail off as the cold blade is slowly trailed across his cheek, she trusts that he isn't dumb enough to make any sudden moves. If he does she will yank the blade away instantly so he doesn't hurt himself, but it is all a test. If she is to put herself in his tender or not so tender mercies she needs to know if he will trust her in return. So the curved tip of the blade slowly trails a faint red line across his cheek, not hard enough to draw blood not yet anyway but enough to just cut the uppermost layer of his skin.<br><br>“Blood is, such an interesting liquid wouldn't you say? So rich, so tasty. To see it gush from an opponent on the battlefield, to lean down and drink it straight from their body as they draw their last gasp of air. To claim their strength, to honor their bravery. Will you do the same? Will you let me?”<br><br>One can be forgiven for thinking she is all but proposing to him due to the intensity of her words, of course if she really was there would be lots more splinters flying in the air and lots more broken bones. Besides, he hasn't quite earned that kind of trust yet but when he doesn't flinch away her lips break out into the most dazzling smile. It is quite charming in a slightly disturbing way due to her sharp tusks and the words she just uttered.<br><br>“You are brave, for a human. Blood tends to, how shall I put this. Put an orc into a strange mood. Heat, is perhaps the best word in your language but I trust you.. for now. Just know you just upped the stakes for out next meeting quite abit, if I where you.,. I would stock up on healing wares.”<br><br>With a wink she twirls the blade around her fingers and extends it to him hilt first, her eyes never leave his even as he takes the blade from her. If he pays attention he can note that as he does the blade almost effortlessly slices through her palm letting a rich swell of blood well up and the wound closes just as fast as it is made. She turns back around again presenting her back to him and playfully flexes her muscular behind at him.<br><br>“Hmm don't worry, as long as you don't disappoint I wont break whatever bonds you wish to put on me.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: 🎩 The One Night Bride - Madame's Delights (Bondage Rooms)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Top Cat</strong> on <strong>15-05-2017, 00:05:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/bUvpHLC.jpg)</div><strong>Name:&nbsp; Stephen Downing (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13137161#msg13137161)</strong><br><br><strong>CLIENT</strong><br><br><strong>Situation:</strong> Yep, she's troublesome. Time to limit her ability to <em>be</em> troublesome. <br><br><br><br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Snogflog, <em>Closed</em><br><br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> <em>Bondage, playful violence</em><br><br><br><br><br><hr><hr><br>Snogflog's behavior puzzled and excited Stephen in ways he didn't realize were possible. He'd already gone well beyond fear, so when she used the blade, he just watched with a stony gaze, wondering exactly what she intended with it. And then she submitted... to whatever degree he could genuinely call it <em>submission.</em> Giving him the knife, she positioned herself as he'd instructed, making it easy for him to close the torturous handcuffs that were already on one of her wrists. <br><br>He took another look at the knife. It was not what he'd intended to use, but its amazingly sharp tip would definitely be useful. He set it aside for the moment, and secured the second handcuff, locking Snogflog's arms behind her. He knew better than to think that they were completely out of commission, though. <br><br>With a chuckle of amazement at how this evening had been going, he reached up and grabbed both of Snogflog's ears, not roughly, but with enough force to compel her motion. With them, he pulled her back, driving her back up against his chest, with her hands at approximately the same height as his crotch, a deliberate positioning that he felt sure she couldn't resist. At this point, the one-inch difference in their heights was functionally irrelevant. <br><br><em>In for a penny, in for a pound</em>, he thought wildly. With one of his hands still holding and stroking an ear, Stephen dropped his other hand down to her neck, gripping it strongly, starting to put pressure on her trachea. "I don't expect it yet, slave," he growled softly in her ear, "but by the time we're done this evening, you <em>will</em> call me <em>master.</em>" <br><br>A challenge like that required one last step, something Stephen never would have thought of with anyone before. His body shifted position, and his hands relocated to have a better grip on Snogflog's neck, and he slammed her head down on the metal plate that still had some scraps of meat left on it. "Now," he said as the plate stopped ringing softly, "you will <em>stay put</em> while I retrieve some of the tools I'll be using." He reached down and behind, stroking her pussy, testing her readiness, before turning back to get the items that had caught his attention before. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: 🎩 The One Night Bride - Madame's Delights (Bondage Rooms)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>17-05-2017, 06:25:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/77/SNorclady.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:&nbsp; Snogflog Nosebiter of the Shattered Hand Clan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13138798#msg13138798)</strong><br><br><strong>COURTESEAN</strong><br><br><strong>Situation:</strong> Not sure if he is proposing or just playful<br><br><br><br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Stephen, Closed<br><br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> <em>Bondage, blood</em><br><br><br><br><hr><hr><br>If he already knows about a female orc and their ears he is hiding it well, it is possible that he is just lucky or unlucky depending on your point of view. Regardless his gentle caressing of her ears has her purring loudly in pleasure and her padded behind pushes back against him to give his crotch a little playful rubbing before he tugs her in against him so he can put a hand around her throat. Snogflog does wonder if he really is proposing to her or not as he squeezes her throat so that she will have trouble breathing. Not only that but he pushes his crotch against her hands so that she can seize him up to see if he will be a suitable mate, something she eagerly does. Her hands trailing the hardening length through his pants, while he isn't the largest man she has been with (that honor if somewhat dubious belongs to a half ogre that thankfully was quite the gentle lover, it only took her a week to close her legs again) she has to admit he feels very nice against her hands.<br><br>"I don't expect it yet, slave," he growled softly in her ear, "but by the time we're done this evening, you will call me master." <br><br>Before she can even try and figure him out she finds her head slammed down on the plate that still has food on it and quite a bit of blood that splashes across her face. It doesn't really hurt more of surprise that has her blink a few times to clear her vision, tongue darts out to lap up some of the blood with a happy little purr as his hand glides across her nethers that are clearly showing how aroused she is by the dampness clinging to her curly hairs.<br><br>“Now," he said as the plate stopped ringing softly, "you will stay put while I retrieve some of the tools I'll be using.”<br><br>Snogflog has to admit he has the commanding tone pretty much down, she just wishes he would be more clear if he wants to be rough or romantic. Perhaps it is just humans that are a tad softer? Yes that could very well be it, but on the other hand she is enjoying it quite a bit. So she remains in that position with a delightful raw rib just an tantalizing inch from her nose. He is probably saving it to gnaw on to keep his strength up, that speaks of planning and thoughtfulness. All in all, yes the evening is progressing quite well and much better than most evenings. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 🎩 The One Night Bride - Madame's Delights (Bondage Rooms)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Top Cat</strong> on <strong>20-05-2017, 06:14:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/bUvpHLC.jpg)</div><strong>Name:&nbsp; Stephen Downing (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13137161#msg13137161)</strong><br><br><strong>CLIENT</strong><br><br><strong>Situation:</strong> Getting down to business<br><br><br><br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Snogflog, <em>Closed</em><br><br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> <em>Bondage, playful D/s violence, blood!</em><br><br><br><br><br><hr><hr><br>Stephen got to business. The first task was continuing what the handcuffs had started - limiting her ability to resist. He fetched a nearby large blindfold, and returned to slip it on over Snogflog's eyes and tying it <em>tightly</em> in the back. <br><br>Once that was done, he went around, grabbing the tools that he needed - A handful of fine needles that would be good for acupuncture or pinpoint torture, and&nbsp; couple of long, thin sliver chains he'd spotted, and a packet of handy alcohol wipes. Returning to the table where Snogflog was patiently waiting, he dropped the toys on the table, climbed up, and rolled Snogflog over onto her back. This turned out to be more of a task than he expected - she was heavier than her body suggested. He'd already had close attention to it, but now it was trying to personally move her, and her dense muscle mass was his biggest obstacle. <br><br>After a few failed tries, he got the feeling that Snogflog stopped <em>resisting</em>, and let him flip her over. With that taken care of, it was back to the toys for a special treatment that Stephen hoped was like nothing she had ever experienced before. With help of his multitool, he cut open the ends of one of the silver chains and attached two of the needles on opposite ends of it. He then did the same with the other chain, attaching one needle to one end, and the other end to the center of the first chain. Fearing that Snogflog might be getting bored, he stroked her closest thigh. "Almost there," he cooed, and did his best at a movie-style malicious laugh. <br><br>Stephen picked up the finely-honed blade that Snogflog had sliced him with earlier and climbed up onto the table, kneeling across her stomach. He started teasing her nipples with the alcohol wipes, getting them good and hard, and cleaning them for the next step. As an added tease, he nipped each nipple before swabbing them one more time. Then, with a deft cut from the freshly-wiped blade, he sliced a very short gash on the right side of her left nipple, and slid one of the needles through, pushing it through the skin on the far side and quickly pulling it until the silver chain's end was buried under the extremely erect bud. <br><br>He watched for a moment, marveling as the orc's regeneration functionally burying the silver chain in place, then wiped down the blade again and repeated the procedure with her right nipple. It went faster, now that he'd done it once, and was more sure that his procedure was going to work as planned. But now was the hardest part. <br><br>Sliding down, Stephen started licking and teasing Snogflog's already wet pussy, coaxing her hard little bud out of hiding. As it emerged, he swabbed it just like he had with the nipples, deliberately using the rough side of the swab this time, and then pierced it with the sharp needle, not bothering to use the knife this time. He drew the needle slowly though, dragging out the sensation of the silver chain link entering her clitoris. <br><br>Finally, there was only one last thing to do. By the noises he was hearing from Snogflog, she certainly seemed to be enjoying it so far, but he would bet that she'd had piercings before, and he still needed to make it something new and novel. With that, he turned to one last piece of his equipment.<br><br>Stephen started disrobing, tossing his clothing on the table to the side of Snogflog, not really caring if it landed on some wet raw meat. As he took his pants off, though, he took out his cellular phone. While it no longer worked as a communication device, it still functioned as a very powerful pocket computer, and he had gone to great lengths to work out a way to recharge the battery, so that he could do some more complex calculations with its calculator function, and some very important engineering documents that he'd saved. None of that mattered now, though - the only thing he needed was the battery and the recharge cable. He'd taken the cell phone apart several times, so it was quick and easy. Carefully cutting the recharge cable so that he could put it back together, though, would take a little more work, but thankfully, there was a <em>very sharp knife</em> sitting so conveniently close. <br><br>It took less than a minute for him to strip some of the protective wiring, and he carefully touched the raw points at different points of the silver chains. He figured that it would give a jolt comparable to licking an old 9-volt battery - a sharp, burning jolt, but nothing dangerous. But with the current going through some of her most sensitive parts, he expected the sensation would be... memorable. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: 🎩 The One Night Bride - Madame's Delights (Bondage Rooms)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>31-05-2017, 03:26:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/77/SNorclady.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:&nbsp; Snogflog Nosebiter of the Shattered Hand Clan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13138798#msg13138798)</strong><br><br><strong>COURTESEAN</strong><br><br><strong>Situation:</strong> Enjoying new things<br><br><br><br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Stephen, Closed<br><br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> <em>Bondage, playful violence, blood</em><br><br><br><br><hr><hr><br>When the blindfold goes over her eyes and is secured with a tight knot Snogflog feels a little grin grow on her lips, she always so loves being blindfolded. It makes the whole experience so much greater when you cannot prepare for what is coming, and the sounds and smells help bring out the imagination keeping you guessing what the partner is up to. Her ears pick up as he walks around picking up the items he will need, none of the items make any real sound so she has no idea what he is up to. Cuffs will make their distinct metallic clinking as do chains, the creak of leather can hint at various restraints or harnesses but all those sounds are absent. Then he grabs her and tries to roll her over, being a bit of a brat she resists almost imperceptibly before relaxing her muscles allowing him to move her heavier body over. The sound of him doing something is almost maddening, with perhaps another partner she would be getting bored but so far he has proven to be quite an interesting human.<br><br>"Almost there," <br><br>The laugh while obviously not his normal laugh is obviously a form of reference wherever he comes from, but she gets the main idea about it. The fact that he isn't posturing as such is further just adding to her interest, his only “threat” was spoken with such conviction that she doesn't really doubt that he has the good form of dominant personality inside of him. She has in her days met too many who think only of causing pain and being abusive, and most of those ended up being carried out with broken bones. But this human, oh he is quite the delightful little treat in deed. Before she can think much more of it he is climbing on top of her, straddling her stomach as a soft wet tissue is tenderly teasing her nipples causing them to harden almost instantly. The orc increases her estimate of him as he effortlessly switches from the soft wet fabric that smells of alcohol to the sharp pain of the blade nicking her sensitive bud. Back to the swabs and this time the alcohol teases out a hiss of pain as it burns in the cut, cleaning the area before cutting? While the dungeon is so clean you can eat from any surface that is a thoughtfulness that she has to appreciate as the thin needle is pushed through her nipple causing her to snarl out from the pain, the pain that shoots through her system setting the nerves on fire before pooling like a small ember inside of her.<br><br>Instantly her body starts to heal the tiny little nicks so while he still has a hold of the needle she wiggles her breasts ever so slightly to tear the opening a little bit more so that when she skin starts to heal it wont heal over the entire needle. She has seen ladies with nipple piercings before, among her kind piercings are not uncommon but almost never in that area. And usually with far larger metal hooks or blades jammed into the skin to signify how fierce the owner is. But the elegant little piercings in a nipple is something Snogflog has always liked the look of, elegant, sexy and yet still speaks to her orcish nature. She has to make sure to thank him for it, and if she wins she might even return the favour. Heck she might return the favour with a nice branding iron.<br><br>And that thought is really amusing, sadly it seems that so few are interested in that particularly delightful thing. Her thoughts drift off for just a second letting him surprise her by scooting down and swiping the swab across her clit as well. For a heartbeat she isn't sure what he plans to do, surely he won't pierce that too! And as he without using the knife surprises her by pushing the needle into her overly sensitive clit she can't help herself anymore and lets out a loud groan that is part pain but most of all pleasure. And it seems he isn't done, dimly she hears him disrobe but she is still so focused on the&nbsp; memory of his tongue tricking her clit out so he could pierce it. Sneaky sneaky human, what he lacks in raw power he is more than making up for by using his brain as she by now fully suspects yet what he does next she can not expect.<br><br>To her tribe electricity is unknown, sure they know about lighting bolts either from the heavens or cast from an enraged shaman but they have no idea what it is. So when the mild shock travels through her has no idea what it is. Normally such a mild charge wouldn't even phase her but conducted through her nipples and clit, all which are far more sensitive on her than on most it is enough for her to actually howl out loudly. Muscles siezes up and her eyes flies open but the blindfold keeps her guessing how he has done what he did, not that she really cares right now. She just wants more of it, no one has ever caused her to cry out in such a way before.<br><br>“Urgh by my Ancestors!”<br><br>Her breathing actually comes in slightly heavier as she sucks air into her lungs to steady herself again as the shock sinks into her body to help heat up the ember left over from the pain earlier. This new sensation helps to further excite her to the point that her arousal is quite evident, the nipples rock hard and a slowly growing dampness can be seen around her sex.
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