written by cyn
succumbing to his chains, fiercely holding owned flesh to the place at his feet, feeling their stares, their mocking smiles upon what is chained before them ... a hungered slut driven only by the heat of passion that he ignites within
blue eyes flashing, boldly fighting the urge to so thoroughly yield to him, tossing waves of molten lava insolently behind rolling shoulders, wanton hips betraying what burns white-hot within tempestuous form, my need beginning to submit to its rhythm
the chill of the tiles sending a shiver of apprehension up arched spine, the rustle of his chain contorting luscious body for his pleasure, the throb of the tambor roaring in my ears, the pounding blood in my veins calling to aching desires
eyes closing in helpless fear at his unchanging face, a hushed cry of realization rolling trembling form to my side at his feet, feeling the slick moistness pooling between stretching thighs, hearing the anticipated breath of those that watch as I succumb
the rustle of weathered chains lost in the soft cries that unconsciously erupt from moist parted lips, white-hot flames igniting bewitching beauty that begs for the phantom touch of his fingers, twisting beneath his chains and steel fused to my very being
shifting in desperate need, knowing I would do anything to please him ...to be wanted by him, twisting away upon the floor in writhing desperation, the brand of his chains a powerful reminder of what I am to him, tugging helplessly at their strength
unconsciously rolling to back as undulating hips suddenly thrust upwards in decadent offering, the need for his touch driving my every movement, curls of molten lava splayed in wild array around tossing head upon the tiles, starved with helpless desire
lustful fire burning within darkened blue gaze, beckoning his use as restless hands roam heated flesh, each contour of quivering need screaming for anything but to be chained from his touch on the cold unforgiving tiles
trembling form straining into the empty night, twisting to quivering slave belly as velvety tongue laps hungrily at the tiles, silver tears now apparant, breasts heaving under stubborn breath, out of control as tempered passion flares to life
slut helplessly surrendered at his feet, moist swollen lips moving ~ caressing ~ lapping in total abandon, knowing only he alone can hold me captive, forever his bond-maid, my cries ripped from collared throat as the tormenting music crashes around me ...
"Your slut begs your merciless rape ... please!
My Jarl ... I'll do ANYTHING for it!"
{forever his bond-maid, TFS}
Newly-Collared | Panther | Pole | Sa-eela | Seduction |
Six-Thong | Submission | Tether | Tile (dual) |
Tile (single) | Veil | Whip |
