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| thebird | Aug 18 2015, 07:45 PM Post #1 |
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(17:55:11 ) the bird [i belong to Vice.] : enters not knowing what av I have on... hehe... (17:57:31 ) Vice Hail to the King ImagineChat : strolls on in... (17:58:50 ) the bird [i belong to Vice.] says to Vice Hail to the King Im: sighs in contentment as my Owner walks in... (17:59:54 ) Vice Hail to the King ImagineChat : - considers you, hazel eyes filled with genuine amusement as I sauntered closer- janie janie janie.. evening tiger! (18:01:49 ) the bird [i belong to Vice.] says to Vice Hail to the King Im: my Master! -throws myself at your legs and clings. The small nickname that you gave me always made me tingle. (18:04:53 ) Vice Hail to the King ImagineChat : -you clung to my legs, which today where clad in a set of grey slacks. I also wore a black dress shirt with fresh cuff's today, in respect of my aunty. I'd be dressed in black for the better part of the next two weeks. And with that, I just reached down with a large hand to stroke your hair and murmers- You pleased me twice in the last few days. The first time, was by getting that closet cleaned out. And the second was how you and calista engaged with each other yesterday. So, tonight, this is your reward. Me.. all to yourself. (18:08:19 ) the bird [i belong to Vice.] says to Vice Hail to the King Im: "thank you my Master. i have tried very hard to please you everywhere." I didn't have the priviledge of wearing any clothing yet, not here or anywhere... but my cheek would scrape against those grey slacks in adoration and I pressed up into the palm of your hand, murmuring those small contented slave girl sighs. It was nice to be loved and wanted. (18:11:28 ) Vice Hail to the King ImagineChat : He could have pressed you about the weight, but he hadnt. It was enough you had gone all the way to that precipice. Instead, it would be enough that we worked together to give you greater stability and motivation, helping you address your health. To him, even if he couldnt see you yet, you where beautiful and he did want you. More perhaps then he was willing to give away at times. And love, was always subjective. But whatever it was that was growing between the two of us felt genuine and strong. So as you murmered against him, he cupped your jawline affectionately and then gestured across the room at the toybox and tool rack- Tonight, we'll scene. But I'll gift you a starting place, so go pick some things you would enjoy me playing with on you.. (18:19:19 ) the bird [i belong to Vice.] says to Vice Hail to the King Im: And I was grateful not to have to disclose more than I was comfortable with. It was a difficult subject that you knew how to work through with me. Even if it was harder and harder to work out as time went by. I found myself looking forward to the next meal but not in sharing it at all with you. Still it was helping my eating habits because I knew you were watching every bite! I'd enjoy this tonight so much, but most enjoyable to me was that you had taken the time to plan it and bring me here so that we could be by ourselves. A glance was given to the toybox and then to you... a small bite was made against my lip and I crawled towards the box... moving things around with my fingers. They all frightened me and excited me at the same time. I decided to stand then and glance into a closet where more tools were kept. A clothing bag and matching set of shoes were taken out, even though I wasn't sure what was in them (I'll let you choose what I am wearing please). Next a small plug with a catlike tail was removed from the box, a small black enameled bowl for eating, and the infamous black leather belt. they were all carried to your table and laid out one by one so that you could see the items that I chose. Slinking back to your legs, i placed my chin delicately along your thigh and looked up towards your eyes to see if they also pleased you. (18:26:41 ) Vice Hail to the King ImagineChat : - Relationships, even dominant/submissive ones, required give and take to protect the mental health of both involved. He knew this, it was something he learned over many years. Possession you may be, but still he handled you with care and respect throughout the process. And watch you he was, in every portion of your existence around him. he came closer behind you, the casual step of a man at ease while he watched the enchanting creature before him. You. A woman that was unique and enticing to him, an object of fascination. He found you sensual and intelligent, both things that proved aphrodisiatic to him while you explored. His benevolence was evident as he gifted this to you this evening, your owner quiet and intense in the black shirt behind you, his hair neatly slicked back. He stepped to the clothing bag and began to undo it, opening it so that he could remove a latex body suit carefully. He shook it lightly free and held it up to the light, as a small latex mask fell to the ground as well before his feet. There was a quiet moment as he tossed the bodysuit down on the ground before you- Put the suit on, janie. collar on the outside. The mask too. (18:33:51 ) the bird [i belong to Vice.] says to Vice Hail to the King Im: Skin tight. I'd only ever owned something like this once, but it wasn't latex... just the faux kind of rubber booty shorts that girls liked to wear to look slutty. The latex suit would leave nothing to the imagination. That was probably the look that you were going for! Taking my time, I lay against the floor and slid each leg into it, lifting my pelvis so that the freshly shaved lips were bared for a moment and then hidden under the slickness. A thin zipper could be heard being drug up my belly and pausing as each arm slid into the proper hole. It pushed my large breasts up and out restraining them in place so that each hardened nipple was encased in a candy coating. I trembled as the rest of it settled into place, just beneath my collar. The mask was a little more daunting. Long layers of hair were pulled behind me in a ponytail so that it hung out of the back of the mask. I took a very large, nervous inhale before sliding it along my face and attempting to breath normally inside. My chin lifted...so that I could assess where you were in the room and with the latex covering on each finger...I rolled over and crawled back to you. Now laying my masked cheek to your shoe to wait for the next command. (18:48:17 ) the bird [i belong to Vice.] PRIVATELY whispers to the bird [i belong to Vi: lol (18:54:18 ) Vice Hail to the King ImagineChat : -Now, normally I'd have you all dressed up in that bodytight suit with a set of a skyhigh heels. Just so you could totter around, sleek and with your curves all on display. But tonight, it hadnt come out of the toy box so to speak, so he left that side of his fetish aside. Heel's were a thing for him. I pursed my lips, tilting my head as I slid my eyes along your shape and found myself rumbling very softly, something between anticipation, possessiveness and appreciation. There was no doubt it would be restrictive. And so as you crawled back to me, your features were pressed to my black leather shoe as I nodded slowly. I took the leather belt, braided - thick - heavy - practical, from the table as you trembled before me and looped it back against itself. I tilted my head upwards a little, feeling the solid power that resonated deep within me and the surge of dominance that was bubbling up with you at my feet. As I bounced the leather belt in my hand, my soft voice echoed around the dark and cool expanse of this room we where sharing- Hand's and knee's before me janie, put your feet into the air however. Dont allow your shins to press against the ground, balance on your knee's a little... -it was an odd request- (19:04:29 ) the bird [i belong to Vice.] says to Vice Hail to the King Im: It was a good thing that you had me clean out that closet because I found so many heels that I could wear for you on a regular basis. I had an odd habit of collecting shoes that I -NEVER- wore. most days I could be found in flip flops or tennis shoes. Some of the heels had never even been taken out of the box. I looked forward to future dealings with you and your heel fetish. but for now I was just trying to maintain my assemblance of sanity. Alone time + latex made me crazy. I pressed my hips into the tile beneath me, moaning as the latex stroked between my thighs and caused me to make little whorish sounds when I lifted up. Once I was in place on my hands and knees... I did it again. Each thick curve of my ass pressed downwards in the air crushing the thin sliver of pink beneath. I barely knew that the belt was anywhere near me while each swollen part was touched by the new material. In fact when I did lift my feet up and remove my shins from the ground it was with another press of lewdness from my ass to my belly. I couldn't help it. These overwhelming feelings and desires to ride you were weeping out without my permission. The sounds that I made echoed in the mask and were returned to my ears as if someone else had made them. Long fingers stretched out towards your hand and I begged softly through the holes in the mask, "My Master... please touch me." (19:19:33 ) Vice Hail to the King ImagineChat : - I liked you looking like a tart, I liked you in heels and makeup, your curves showing and your tits out. I liked it even more when I was around other people, I wanted them to see what I owned and to know that I had power over you. I loved big slutty heels, but if I was honest, I had a little thing for a nice set of ankles too. You made a soft sound, your own need starting to evidence as I began to cut back and forth with my right arm, holding the belt as I snapped it down. The black leather cut through the air with a swish, as I tested its weight... it was my favorite. In the right hands, even with the braids, it was a sensational belt and it bore the aging that gave proof of its use. This was a man's belt, the same belt he wore every day and he used to keep his women in line. His wife, cali, you. A symbol of his power and dominance.Your back arched a little as you pressed your ass back, your body angled on your knee's so that your feet might rise back. I ignored your supplication, I ignored it with an evident grunt and a soft snort as I looked down at your feet. The latex has been put across your body, there was no point using the leather across your ass now it was covered but the sensitive nature of your feet beckoned him. And he dragged braided leather across the soul of your feet- Submit to me. Cry it out janie. (19:30:05 ) the bird [i belong to Vice.] says to Vice Hail to the King Im: We were rarely around other people and that was just fine with me. I would become a very quiet doll at your feet when/if we ever were around large crowds. Painted up and chained in at your hip, probably with that same belt. You made sure that I knew to sit pretty and shut up on a regular basis and I was the pitome of that mantra that you drilled into my mind. My neck turned slightly with you began to the play with the long leather strap. I anticipated that it would be swinging down somewhere along those tender areas soon, but until you decided to give me that pain there would be loud confessions of pleasure to baste your ears. "I am your property my Master... everything that I have or will be is because of your power over me. I submit my life and soul to you please, my Master!" I snuck my tongue out slightly and stroked at the grey cloth of your pants, whimpering gently as I kept speaking my submission to you. Elbows pulled in so that the tightness on my breasts was pushed inwards creating pretty cups of cream that hung in the latex. Long fingernails gripped at the edge as I shifted a little closer to you and owered my voice modestly. "my mouth is yours... each of these large pieces of tit meats are yours... and every hole is yours my Master. I am the whore that you want me to be for you or the piece of ass that you want to sate your friends. Male, Female, Animals, Toys... anything you want to be used on me will be done. I am your slave forever please my Master... please touch me!" (19:47:00 ) Vice Hail to the King ImagineChat : -Your voice, one he was starting to know so well, soothed his ears and rolled against him as you vocalised what we both already knew. The wording, the choice of dedication, thrilled him and yet he didnt allow it to show, not a jot. His jaw might have tightened a little, his eyes narrowed a little, a consumate dominant who squashed any eagerness he felt towards you with calculated will. He was a demanding master, he wanted more then something light and fuzzy. He incessantly sought connection with you, reaffirmation between us, the link of a dominant and his submissive. Your tongue brushed my pant leg and I lifted the belt, not far... but enough, then smacked it down against the sole of your feet. It wasnt a stroke, he just left the leather do the work itself based off its own weight. And he dragged it away, lazily, before flicking his wrist so that this time it was delivered across your feet with a more intense.. heavier.. driven collision of leather and your own flesh. Tongue stroked his pant leg, your voice a soft cry to my ego and my spirit, as I brought my left hand to your features. And with a sign of both affection and possession, I cupped your pretty face with the open palm of my left hand- You are my girl. You are my property. I am rejoicing it that bitch.. (19:56:46 ) the bird [i belong to Vice.] says to Vice Hail to the King Im: Bastinado - it was something that I was keenly aware of and now with your belt striking at that tender area of my soles, I was forced to relish in the feeling of both smarting and being held with the strictest of dominance. It jolted me forward so that I lost my footing on my elbows and had to refind that stability again. The fall didn't hurt anything, but it made the feeling of being pressurized inside of this tight suit even tighter. I felt my belly and breasts smash against the floor and then effortlessly slink back up for more of your touches. A slickened sound of peeling would be heard as I rose back to my hands and knees. It echoed through the room just as the word bitch did. Each thigh shook as I slid my knees apart a little further hoping to catch your eye with the sleek curves from behind. The tongue retracted from your pants and teeth nipped lightly pulling you closer and closer to my body. "I am your bitch, my Master." Rocking forward again in the latex I pressed my chin harder into your pal so that the angle of the arching was directed only at you. Mindlessly whorish at this time, the connection was there smoldered in lust when you gave me so much attention. (20:10:37 ) Vice Hail to the King ImagineChat : - You knew the word... it wasnt a mechanism he used alot, he didnt like to fuck with your ability to walk. But regardless, the intensity of the punishment could be intense. He pushed his left hand, the gold watch at his wrist rattling lightly, into the ponytail of your hair that jutted free of the mask. You were dehumanised by the latex, a rubber doll that belonged to him. An inanimate object of sorts that was at his whim and will. He wrapped your hair around his fist, a slight.. rough.. shake of your head to exert control with that long tattooed arm as he snapped a little- Just a bitch... but mine, none the less. -My body was up against your side now, I tugged you against me roughly, not letting you fall from your knee's and hands as I gave another carefully moderated and tight swing of the leather belt, catching it right across the sensitive arch of your feet. And then dragging it ever so softly away, across your toes before I simply tossed the belt away so that it fell onto the ground to the side as I glanced to the table- Shins and feet down, thighs wide, head and shoulders down.. -he shoved your face down against the floor, disentangling fingers from your locks- (20:22:28 ) the bird [i belong to Vice.] says to Vice Hail to the King Im: I prided myself at researching and learning new things when I could. I probably had a barrel of useless knowledge inside of my head, one that sometimes would surprise you. I loved being -nothing- just an object to please you, while at the same time I knew that I was part of your everything. The shake pried my attention off of the throbbing between my pussy lips and back to where it should reside, fully upon pleasing you. You might feel me pulling against your hold on my hair at the last strike...aching forward a little so that the sting was lessened on my soles and more exagerated against the long lengths of hair that were wrapped in your fingers. It ended just as swiftly as it had begun and I would later the belt from the floor and rub it against my body, soaking in your scent and ownership of me. I pressed myself into your side grateful that you continued to touch me, pushing me so that each curve met with the firmness of your hard body. The command to change positions was heard then and so too would the sound of latex against the floor. Each knee pressed hard along the tile, spreading my thighs so that each heavy asscheek was lifted up towards your hands. Another moan broke loose from my masked lips when you shoved me, forcing me to fondle the floor with my slutty mouth. I kissed at it and licked at the space where your hand had lay me into place. Like a small doll on a shelf, I'd lay there for you, pretty, heated and forcing myself to remain still in the shiny body suit. (20:40:42 ) Vice Hail to the King ImagineChat : -I'd leave that leather belt here for you. The unspoken promise that if you stay loyal to me, if this relationship carried forward like we both wanted it to, you could have the real one. I reached past you to the table to take the small cat tail plug, tucking it into the pocket of my grey slacks. And then I stepped over you, a leg either side of your ribs and facing the opposite direction as your head, glancing down so I could review that big ass all sleek in the black latex. In the soft light of our room, I reached down as you moaned and grasped your ass firmly before smacking the plastic roughly. And then my hand lewdly slid over your asscheek and between your thighs, until my hand could brush the line of the zipper. A crotch zipper. And with that, my doll on her shelf quickly heating up, I undid the zipper with a metallic purr and roughly jerking it wide so I could reach the gash that was your pussy and further up to your anus. I found myself unable to deny the heat that was eminating from between your legs, and with my left hand grasping your right asscheek, I began to finger you from above with my right hand. Two fingers, that with ruthless efficiency simply delved into that tight and wet cunt, shoved forward until I found myself fingering that pussy up to my knuckle with quick powerful stabs of those digits. I hissed down- I hear your voice, it makes my cock stiff. Your home will always be with me, from the moment you took my collar.. |
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