[Binding Pleasures Night Club] IC: The Room with the Dahlia
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				Title: <strong>[Binding Pleasures Night Club] IC: The Room with the Dahlia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>08-11-2006, 17:03:51</strong>
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				The room within has dark red walls, and there are no visible lights, as the warm strip lights are built into the panels of the wall to reflect along the edges of the room and ceiling.&nbsp; There are built-on turnbuckles, eye-hooks, and t-bolts in various places along the black ceiling and emerging neatly from the burgundy carpet, and a long golden pole sits on a black-marble tiled patch just left of the stone slab of a bed.&nbsp; It is topped with a latex mattress and egyptian cotton black sheets.<br><br>Dahlia curls her long-nailed finger again, urging Laura inside, then speaks in a low, cool tone.&nbsp; "we have left the presence of our master, sister.&nbsp; we can rise now." she offers a slender, pale hand, smiling coyly as she anticipates the pleasures to come.&nbsp; "This one could not have asked for a more striking and lovely sister," she says softly, (hopefully) helping the lovely blonde to her feet.&nbsp; "Come, make yourself comfortable, for we will soon be serving the pleasures of our master..."&nbsp; her words are touched with a tinge of her native Spanish accent. <br><br>"this one thinks you will be quite pleased with the selection."&nbsp; She tilts her face, reaching for the hem of the girl's dress to help her out of it.&nbsp; "i will listen to your suggestions, if you have one... but if we fail to satisfy the Master, we will be punished..." the long, full lashes of one eye close in a smooth wink, "though there's no guarantee we won't anyway.&nbsp; But best we hurry."&nbsp; Dahlia turns and heads for a closet, built into the paneled wall.
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				Title: <strong>Re: IC: The Room with the Dahlia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>08-11-2006, 19:21:43</strong>
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				Laura let Dahlia help her out of the dress, her gaze sweeping the room. She gasped softly, noting the different devices, yet a warm anticipation heated her. She followed Dahlia to the wardrobe and peered inside. There were dresses of every sort imaginable within. Laura settled on a black dress that barely reached her hips, belted at the waist (with ringlets peppering the belt), the front and back came up, joining at the collar (again with rings along it) and sleeves that bared the shoulder. "What do you think?" she asked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: IC: The Room with the Dahlia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>08-11-2006, 20:55:33</strong>
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				Dahlia, smirking at her with a wicke intensity, straddles behind her as she eyes the dress selected... unable-- or unwilling-- to resist the temptation, she places a hand around her narrow waist... she hasn't but a faint smile at her lips as she caressess the girl's hip...&nbsp; "Perfect..." and steps back, watching.&nbsp; "Put it on quickly... then do what I do."&nbsp; She crosses to mid-room and kneels, in the same fashion as before, her ankles crossed behind her and her hands resting on her calves, shoulders back, breasts upthrust, head down but held high.&nbsp; She quirks a brow and peeks up to watch her change, unabashedly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: IC: The Room with the Dahlia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>08-11-2006, 21:06:29</strong>
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				Laura trembled slightly as Dahlia's hand caressed her hip, then pulled the dress on. It was form fitting, showing every soft curve of her body beneath the black fabric. One she had the dress on properly, she studied how Dahlia was kneeling and did the same.
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				Title: <strong>Re: IC: The Room with the Dahlia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>09-11-2006, 02:33:55</strong>
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				Dahlia winks over at her, quirking her brow playfully as she reaches back behind her for the electronic remote control pressed between the matress and boxsprings.&nbsp; She pushes a button or two, and slow, techno-trance music starts to pulse out of unseen speakers.&nbsp; "Let us hope that he agrees with our tastes... and when He comes in, keep in mind-- your body is His, and your responsibility is to present it as elegantly as you can... the only thing that should matter is Him... and if you relenquish control you will find that His pleasure is your own."&nbsp; She smiles.&nbsp; "And if you get scared, you'll need a 'safe' word.&nbsp; It's like an 'eject' button."
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				Title: <strong>Re: IC: The Room with the Dahlia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>09-11-2006, 02:44:44</strong>
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				Laura nodded her understanding, although she knew the challenge would be relinquishing her control and putting aside her own needs and desires. "Are there specific safe words, or I just choose one for myself?" she asked. Her body moved ever so slightly to the music, Laura had always enjoyed music. In the position she was kneeling in, her breasts strained against the bodice of the dress and the skirt hiked up an inch or two higher.
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				Title: <strong>Re: IC: The Room with the Dahlia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>09-11-2006, 13:22:25</strong>
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				"It should be something that you won't have to think to remember."&nbsp; She smiles.&nbsp; "It's hard to think under... duress... sometimes."&nbsp; She winks and leans over.&nbsp; "So you choose one, but tell me quickly."<br>She admires the way that Laura's dress cinches her as she kneels... "You've certainly got the right idea now."&nbsp; She grins... "A body like that, the Master will be very pleased."&nbsp; She grins... "The anticipation for this excites me very much."
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				Title: <strong>Re: IC: The Room with the Dahlia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>09-11-2006, 13:59:22</strong>
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				Laura thought for a moment, and finally said, "I think I would like my safe word to be chicken, because I'll probably be calling myself that mentally if I want out in the middle of something," she grinned. "Thank you, I do hope he is pleased, I don't want to get off on the wrong foot."
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				Title: <strong>Re: IC: The Room with the Dahlia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>09-11-2006, 14:46:19</strong>
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				After seven minutes, Eric stood outside the door to the room.&nbsp; Without knocking, he was the master afterall, he came right in, just after Laura thanked Dahlia.&nbsp; As he glanced around the room, taking everything in, his physical excitement was obvious to both women.&nbsp; In fact, he had a good six to seven inches of hard, erect phallus sticking up out of his waistband.&nbsp; That organ twitched in anticipation as his eyes moved over first Laura, then Dahlia.&nbsp; The former's straining bodice certainly had the desired effect, as did Dahlia's teddy.&nbsp; As he closed the door behind him, Eric looked directly at Dahlia, "Has my little Bond-Pet been behaving?"<br><br>Once he was answered, he added, "Do you have a tub here?&nbsp; I'll want you both to bathe me, and join me in a bath after I'm through playing with you."&nbsp; The mouse certainly didn't mention them playing with him.&nbsp; They were technically there to serve him, afterall.
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				Title: <strong>Re: IC: The Room with the Dahlia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>09-11-2006, 15:44:52</strong>
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				Dahlia bends like a supple reed to the floor at his entrance, understanding that the Lord's first question needs no answer; she answers with her supplicant posture.<br><br>At his request, Dahlia nods-- "It will be as my Lord wishes--"&nbsp; she snaps her eyes over to Laura... "prepare our Master for His bath, and I shall draw the water."&nbsp; She springs to her feet, backing two steps away, then spins and heads for the window... What previously appeared to be a massive piece of furniture is actually a covered Japanese-style tub--&nbsp; built up from the ground with black tile and ornamented with delicate wood scrollwork.&nbsp; Dahlia removes the heavy lid by lifting it, securing it to the wall, and turns on the hot and cold water to an appropriate setting... water rushes forth from the heavy brass fixtures.&nbsp; "Will m'Lord desire a hot bath, with salts and oils...?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: IC: The Room with the Dahlia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>09-11-2006, 15:50:53</strong>
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				Pleased by her alacrity, Eric was, nevertheless, less that pleased by the club pets lack of listening.&nbsp; He shook his head, "But I have yet to play with you, Pet.&nbsp; Still, your eagerness to please is good.&nbsp; For that, I'll not punish you too harshly.&nbsp; Come show me where your toys are, then kneel before me for your punishment."&nbsp; He toyed with a few ideas momentarily while awaiting Dahlia's compliance.&nbsp; One popped to mind instantly, but he dismissed it for the moment.&nbsp; On the other hand . . . yes, that would work quite nicely.<br><br>He turned to Laura, 'While she's doing that, Bond-Pet, you may lie on her bed.&nbsp; On your back, arms and legs spread for me.&nbsp; Show your master everything that awaits his pleasure."&nbsp; Yes, that would work very nicely.
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				Title: <strong>Re: IC: The Room with the Dahlia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>09-11-2006, 17:24:24</strong>
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				Dahlia's dark eyes glimmer at His words... reviewing them in her mind, she manages to contain a faint smile at her slip, which may easily have been overlooked... clever of Him, to trick her so...<br>"Yes, m'Lord," she says, turning to face him in a submissive curtsy and, en route to where he stands inside the now-closed door, she sets down one knee by the edge of the bed and tugs at a hidden handle... out slides an oversized drawer, layered with compartments and boxes, containing an organized collection of sex toys, restraints, and implements of punishment, in leather, steel, rubber, wood, plastic, fur... it is an incredibly impressive collection.<br>dahlia returns to where laura had been kneeling, just in front of His feet, where she assumes the submissive posture she had before, waiting with utmost anticipation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: IC: The Room with the Dahlia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>09-11-2006, 20:19:40</strong>
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				Laura rose gracefully, perhaps not as gracefully as Dahlia, but then this was her first time. She made her way over to Eric...Master...and began to undo his shirt then peel it from his torso, slowly and careflully. Her gaze flickered to his manhood peeking over his waistband, her lips curving into a small smile before she could stop it. Laura hid the smile quickly and reached for his waistband.
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				Title: <strong>Re: IC: The Room with the Dahlia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>09-11-2006, 21:28:54</strong>
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				Dealing with Laura first, Eric delivered a swift, yet relatively light, and stinging open hand smack to her cheek.&nbsp; "I gave you a direction, Bond-Pet.&nbsp; I expect to be obeyed," he partially growled down at her, "Now.&nbsp; On the bed, on your back, arms and legs spread for me."&nbsp; Assuming he'd be obeyed this time, the mouse went to look at the collection of toys.<br><br>His eyes scanned the collection quickly and his smile grew.&nbsp; After a moment, he selected four sturdy chains with cuffs at both ends.&nbsp; To that, he added a simple ball-gag.&nbsp; Start easy, for now, he thought.&nbsp; Finally, the Mouse chose a nice length of black nylon rope and a seven inch long chromed vibrator.&nbsp; All seven items, he laid on the floor beside him.&nbsp; Let his pets wonder which was going to which, he thought.&nbsp; The anticipation and wonder may heighten their own arousal.
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				Title: <strong>Re: IC: The Room with the Dahlia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>09-11-2006, 21:31:28</strong>
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				Obediently, dahlia crawls silently along the floor to perch within her Master's reach.&nbsp; She resumes her posture, the sound and smell of the&nbsp; toys sending a trill of excitement through her body.&nbsp; She waits to be acknowledged before speaking.
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				Title: <strong>Re: IC: The Room with the Dahlia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>09-11-2006, 22:00:37</strong>
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				Laura made her way to the bed, extending her arms over her head, spreading her legs. She turned her head to watch him and Dahlia, her eyes widening at the toys he was selecting to use on them. She squirmed ever so slightly with anticipation, her heart pounding a bit. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: IC: The Room with the Dahlia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>09-11-2006, 22:44:36</strong>
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				Now that both of his temporary pets were being compliant, Eric grinned at both of them.&nbsp; For the moment, he ignored Dahlia.&nbsp; Silently, he gathered two of the chains and adjusted them a little.&nbsp; A moment later he wrapped one cuff firmly around Laura's wrist, the other end around the bedpost.&nbsp; He adjusted the length a little to be sure her arm would stay extended and more or less immobile, but not painfully so.&nbsp; Then Eric bent over her, his engorged member a hand's breadth from her lips, as he did the same with her other arm.<br><br>Assuming she behaved, he'd repeat the process with her ankles, leaving her spread for him to see without letting her move.&nbsp; For the time being, he didn't want her touching herself or moving around too much.
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				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>09-11-2006, 22:52:13</strong>
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				Laura gasped softly, testing the chains when Eric stood, and finding she couldn't move her arms or legs. Her lips parted as she panted with excitement. She felt quite prone, despite the dress she was wearing, and rather exposed. The position didn't permit her to even raise her head to look around, so she had to rely on her hearing to know what was happening.
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				Title: <strong>Re: IC: The Room with the Dahlia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>09-11-2006, 22:55:16</strong>
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				Pleased with his work, Eric made sure Laura had room to turn her head.&nbsp; Afterall, he wanted her to watch what was coming.&nbsp; But before that . . . the mouse picked up the gag.&nbsp; "Open up, Bond-Pet," he crooned, "Your punishment is that you're going to watch for a little while.&nbsp; And you'll not be allowed to touch yourself or me, until I say so."&nbsp; He proceeded to place the simple ball gag in her mouth and strap it in place as he spoke, assuming she didn't struggle or fight him.&nbsp; If she did, he'd have to "soften" her up a bit first.
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				Title: <strong>Re: IC: The Room with the Dahlia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>09-11-2006, 23:04:18</strong>
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				Laura opened her mouth for him to place the gag between her lips and fasten it behind her. She whimpered softly once the gag was in place, her fingers curling into her palms as she watched him.&nbsp; She felt quite helpless and Laura found she did indeed like it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: IC: The Room with the Dahlia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>09-11-2006, 23:08:20</strong>
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				As soon as Laura was gagged, Eric turned his attention back to Dahlia.&nbsp; "Now, Pet, you're punishment will be to put on a show for our friend," he said, picking up the rope and vibrator.&nbsp; The latter he held out to the club entertainer.&nbsp; "Insert this, all the way and turn it on.&nbsp; Then I want your hands behind your back.&nbsp; If you drop the toy before I take it out of you, you'll be punished, my dear," he instructed, then waited for her to follow directions.<br><br>(OOC: I've gotta run for a while, but if you like, Ixy, he'll be tying her wrists/hands behind her back after she's ready.&nbsp; Go ahead and post that, if you like.&nbsp; If not, I'll do so when I get back.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: IC: The Room with the Dahlia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>10-11-2006, 02:49:57</strong>
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				Bowing her head, dahlia is complicit... "As You say, m'Lord..." she unfastens a hidden latch on the teddy, revealing an 'access' flap that, when removed, leaves it completely crotchless up to her navel but for two thongs of black slivers on her inner thighs.&nbsp; The sex beneath is delicate-looking, completely hairless... already glistening with natural moisture.&nbsp; She inserts the chromed vibrator, knowing that its smooth surface will be difficult to hold onto... her back and legs stiffen as she glides it into her accepting cunt, and she clenches it firmly with her excellently formed inner muscles. <br><br>She positions her hands behind her back, and waits-- head lowered submissively, for him to tie her hands successfully.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: IC: The Room with the Dahlia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>10-11-2006, 06:31:10</strong>
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				Eric watched appreciatively while Dahlia followed his directions.&nbsp; Once she was ready, he stepped behind her and expertly bound her wrists together near the small of her back.&nbsp; He finished the wrapped cord off with a square knot that would've done any Boy Scout proud.<br><br>Pleased with his work, he trailed his fingers along Dahlia's shoulder as he walked back in front of her.&nbsp; He smiled down at his pet before making sure Laura could get a clear view.&nbsp; Then he stroked Dahlia's hair with one hand.&nbsp; The other undid the straining button and zipper of his shorts, letting them drop to the floor.&nbsp; At the same time, all thirteen inches of his organ sprung forward.&nbsp; Eric released Dahlia's hair and simply said, "Worship my cock, Pet.&nbsp; Get it good and ready to be used on my Bond-Pet.&nbsp; Your punishment is that you're only allowed to use your mouth.&nbsp; Then you'll watch me take her."
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				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>10-11-2006, 12:34:27</strong>
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				Quite the punishment indeed, dahlia struggles to contain her vexation at this new development... she feels a flutter of anticipation, however, for the act of servicing her Master's cock-- as a good servant-- excites her.&nbsp; She tests the bindings on her wrists, and is a little impressed... the firm hold serving its purpose well.<br><br>Undaunted by the length and girth of his utterly massive member, she lowered herself in a long, slow, full-body caress that ends when her knees hit the floor, her face and breasts bumping against his engorged shaft as she slides her way lower... her hair brushes against his swollen cockhead before she tosses it aside and opens her mouth wide, hot breath spilling along him as she kisses the very tip of him, then the sensitive underside of his head, before lapping firmly and hungrily at that sensitive span of flesh... she opens her mouth wider and lets his head enter her mouth, lolling her tongue across him while she purses her lips and sucks, then slides her mouth harmonica-style down the thick shaft.
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>11-11-2006, 16:07:24</strong>
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				Beneath her hair, Eric's shaft twitched in anticipation.&nbsp; And it turned out not to be misplaced, he thought, as Dahlia kissed his member.&nbsp; One of his hand shifted up to caress her hair as she started licking along his length.&nbsp; That part always got him, as evidenced by the low, soft groan that escaped his lips.&nbsp; He looked over the be sure Laura could clearly see them as Dahlia engulfed the end of his phallus.&nbsp; At that sight, a thought occurred to him.&nbsp; "I forgot, my pets, neither of you is allowed to cum until I give you permission," he whispered, just loud enough to here, followed by a slight gasp as Dahlia found a particularly sensitive spot, "And you'll both have to beg for my permission."&nbsp; Which could be interesting in Laura's case, a small part of his conscious mind thought.
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				Title: <strong>Re: IC: The Room with the Dahlia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>11-11-2006, 18:15:00</strong>
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				She share's laura's plight in that regard... the chrome vibrator between her legs hadn't slipped an inch in the grip of her inner muscles, but as she began to alternate between deep-throating her Master's cock and lapping persistently at its head, Dahlia realizes that her lust may become... difficult to control.&nbsp; She bobs her head faster, swallowing motions and hot saliva intensifying her Master's desires.<br><br>Soft slurping sounds are all that can be heard from her, accented by a soft, mouth-full moan of begging pleasure.
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				Title: <strong>Re: IC: The Room with the Dahlia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>11-11-2006, 20:53:37</strong>
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				Laura lay helplessly on the bed, longing to turn her attention from Dahlia and Eric and yet, perversely, wanting to watch. She made a muffled sound as she lightly pulled on the chains during an attempt to move her hand down to ease the ache already forming.
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>12-11-2006, 06:00:23</strong>
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				Their master smiled broadly.&nbsp; His attention alternated between watching Dahlia service his throbbing member and seeing Laura squirm.&nbsp; Soon, he thought, he'd take the latter, then rest a little before having dessert.&nbsp; That thought paused as Dahlia took a great deal of his length into her mouth and throat.&nbsp; He groaned softly and said, "A little more Pet.&nbsp; Just a little more to be sure I'm ready to fuck Bond-Pet's tight little cunt."
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				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>12-11-2006, 16:26:08</strong>
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				Murmuring her satisfaction in a wet, swallowing sound, dahlia bobs her head back and forth, building an expertly crecendoing rythm of thrusts within her throat between short, deep breaths through her nose as she reaches His head, before swallowing him back down again.&nbsp; Her hands test her bonds again as she twists her face to the side, eager to please her Master.
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				Title: <strong>Re: IC: The Room with the Dahlia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>12-11-2006, 21:49:06</strong>
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				After another few seconds, Eric took a light grip of Dahlia's hair and tugged backward.&nbsp; He pulled his hips back at the same time, watching his length withdraw from between her lips.&nbsp; The mouse admired her handiwork for a short while before nodding in satisfaction.&nbsp; "Very good, Pet.&nbsp; Now it's your turn to watch," he murmured, "And just to be sure . . ."&nbsp; He reached over and took a collar from the drawer.<br><br>Once that was secure around Dahlia's neck, her temporary master hooked on a leash and nodded toward a ring on the wall within armsreach of the bed.&nbsp; "Over there," he ordered, clearly planning on attaching the other end of the leash to the ring.
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				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>12-11-2006, 22:14:42</strong>
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				When His cockhead popped out from her lips, it trailed a wet stream of saliva and precum, and as He tugged her hair she uttered a gasp of excitement, her eyes alight with desire.&nbsp; She was led, arms still bound, to the edge of the bed, the leather studded collar fastening tightly to her graceful neck making her skin tingle and goosebumps appear on her bare thighs.&nbsp; She went directly to where he directed, her head down in submission, swinging her hips enticingly no route to the designated spot, hands still tied behind her back.
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>13-11-2006, 22:21:06</strong>
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				"Good pet," Eric whispered in Dahlia's ear as he attached the leash to a wall ring, "Kneel here with your legs spread for me.&nbsp; You'll get your turn next . . . think about which hole you'd like Master to cum in, I may grant your desire."&nbsp; He held close enough that his breath tickled her ear, and only she could hear him.<br><br>Then he turned his attention back to Laura.<br><br>Climbing on the bed, he stradded the bound woman's ribs.&nbsp; His erect flesh reached over her body, the tip stopping just shy of her nose and a few inches above.&nbsp; Eric smiled down as he pulled the top of Laura's borrowed dress down to exposed her breasts.&nbsp; "You've been good so far, Bond-Pet," he crooned as his fingers worked the straining fabric down, "Do you want Master to fuck you?&nbsp; Do you want Master's cock filling your cunt?"&nbsp; As he spoke, he brushed the tips of his fingers over her breasts, simply feeling the soft skin for the moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: IC: The Room with the Dahlia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>14-11-2006, 11:47:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Laura watched with fascination as he chained Dahlia to the wall with a leash before climbing up over her. She imagined herself in Dahlia's place, her wrists bound behind her, chained by the neck to a wall, she couldn't help herself, she got quite wet at the thought of such helplessness.<br><br>She turned her attention to her Master, the gag still in her mouth, her body completely at his mercy. Laura moaned softly as he exposed her breasts and began toying with them, her body thrumming.&nbsp; Laura nodded a yes to his question, her body feeling as if it was burning with need.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IC: The Room with the Dahlia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>14-11-2006, 14:49:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Eric chuckled at her response.&nbsp; "Let's see if you're ready then," he breathed, leaning a little so the head of his shaft was just a short distance from her eyes.&nbsp; He reached behind and slipped a hand up under the dress, expertly feeling for the folds he expected at the apex of her thighs.&nbsp; The mouse smiled in sheer pleasure as a thin clear string of precum hung suspended over Laura.&nbsp; Then his fingers found what he was looking for.&nbsp; He slipped one deeper, parting her outer lips.<br><br>"I see you enjoyed Pet's little show," he said quietly, then looked at Dahlia, "For that, I'll grant your request, once I'm done with Bond-Pet."&nbsp; Still smiling, he withdrew his finger and leaned back before continuing with Laura.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IC: The Room with the Dahlia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>14-11-2006, 16:04:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Laura gazed up at him, then noted him speaking with Dahlia. It wasn't only the show Dahlia had put on though, it was the being helpless, the being restrained. Yes, her friend was right, her desires did lay in the darker directions. She squirmed and wiggled as much as she could, chained to the bed as she was.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IC: The Room with the Dahlia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>14-11-2006, 23:40:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				dahlia bows her head in submissive thanks for his compliment, waiting patiently with her hands squirming at her bonds, watching with demurely upcast eyes to watch, with furious arousal, at the Master's ministrations to the lovely blonde... increasingly eager to please, and encouraged by having satisfied Him and enticed her fellow servant.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IC: The Room with the Dahlia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>16-11-2006, 14:53:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Grinning further, Eric took hold of both of Laura's breasts.&nbsp; He squeezed them hard, kneading both of the soft mounds.&nbsp; As he did so, he slid his body downward, dragging the leaking tip of his engorged cock down her body.&nbsp; While the underside of his shaft parted her damp lips, he chuckled, "That's it, Bond-Pet, squirm and struggle.&nbsp; Show Master how much you want him to fuck you."<br><br>As he spoke, the head of his phallus brushed against her clit, before parting her nether lips itself.&nbsp; Still, teasingly, Eric held back from fully penetrating her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IC: The Room with the Dahlia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>16-11-2006, 17:45:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Laura whimpered and squirmed against the chains, her body just barely moving from the chains' tightness. She tried to plead and beg, the gag keeping her silent except for small mewls and moans. Her head thrashed from side to side, her hips trying to arch from the bed to press against him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IC: The Room with the Dahlia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>18-11-2006, 21:59:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He shifted his weight a little and slapped one of her breasts after Laura tried to envelop him.&nbsp; "Now now, little Pet . . .," Eric chided.&nbsp; Then ,belying his words, he rested all his weight on his arms and her pelvis.&nbsp; Slowly, his head dipped until his tongue met the tip of one nipple.&nbsp; Teasingly, Eric licked around the areola, just getting the peak damp and erect.&nbsp; It took some self-control, but he slid his hips back and forth, causing the underside of his long shaft to glide between Laura's nether lips.&nbsp; As his organ picked up some of her juices, the head brushed against her nub with each stroke.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IC: The Room with the Dahlia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>18-11-2006, 22:33:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Laura cried out from the intense pleasures assaulting her from his touch. She tugged on the chains holding her wrists over her head, her body burning with the desire to touch him. She breathed heavily, Laura fearing she would go quite made with his teasing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IC: The Room with the Dahlia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>19-11-2006, 19:50:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dahlia shares in the experience with her, eyeing the probing, expertly controlled head of the Master's cock, and feels an intense burning... secretly, she squeezes her thighs together, a satisfied smile creeping over her full, burgundy lips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IC: The Room with the Dahlia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>19-11-2006, 20:01:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Feeling it was time, Eric sucked the entire peak between his lips.&nbsp; He worked on her breast, alternately nipping and suckling at it, as he positioned himself to enter her.&nbsp; Slowly, at first, the mouse fed his impressive phallus into Laura.&nbsp; Once it was about halfway inside her, he paused.&nbsp; He released her breast to ask, "Do you want more, Bond-Pet?&nbsp; Can you take more?"&nbsp; He had to admit, to himself, that he was impressed.&nbsp; He'd had to stifle a moan as her inner walls clung to his shaft.&nbsp; Slick though both were, he felt more than enough friction to truly enjoy the experience.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IC: The Room with the Dahlia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>19-11-2006, 23:35:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Laura felt it was more like she would go insane if he didn't give her more. She wiggled as much as she could, nodding enthusiastically as her sex tightened around him. She whimpered and pleaded behind the gag, her entire body taut with her need. She breathed raggedly as she pulled on the chains holding her down.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IC: The Room with the Dahlia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>21-11-2006, 15:04:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His attention devoted to Laura at the moment, Eric didn't notice Dahlia's smile.&nbsp; In fact, if she was quiet, she could probably get away with defying his earlier order.<br><br>He shifted his weight to his elbows and smiled at Laura before kissing the tip of her nose.&nbsp; "Very good," the mouse whispered as his hands covered her chest.&nbsp; He squeezed both mounds, roughly kneading them, while he slid a couple more inches inside her.&nbsp; Honestly, Eric wasn't sure if she could take his whole length.&nbsp; And, while he wanted control and basically to use her, he also didn't want to cause any permanent injury.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IC: The Room with the Dahlia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>21-11-2006, 15:24:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Laura moaned and whimpered as his hands began to massage and squeeze her breasts, her eyes squeezing closed as her fingers curled against her palms. Her breathing was more rough and ragged as she relinquished any control of her body to him, her only thoughts of the pleasure she was feeling.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IC: The Room with the Dahlia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>22-11-2006, 16:25:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Eric pressed his lips briefly against Laura's forehead as he pushed most of the restof his length inside her.&nbsp; Even so, he stopped with a good two inches to spare.&nbsp; Grunting, turning into low groans as her slick walls wrapped around his shaft, he squeezed her breasts.&nbsp; He held them tight, leaving marks around his fingers, as he started moving inside her.&nbsp; Soon, the mouse, her master, was sliding faster and faster in and out of her.&nbsp; That was when he looked back over at Dahlia, to see how his other temporary toy was reacting.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IC: The Room with the Dahlia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>22-11-2006, 18:25:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Laura moaned and whimpered, trying to move her chained down body, even in the slightest. Her lashes brushed against her upper cheeks as she thrashed with pleasure as much as she could, her arms and legs pulling against the chains. Each movement she made, each thrust Eric made tightened her body with need and desire, her nectar flowing over his manhood.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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