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.But Mage pulled it off.In fact, he’d look right at home wearing a vampire cape.Must be his accent, she figured.It whispered of cruelty, of dirty deeds witnessed, of atrocities performed without emotion.When she’d heard his voice while blindfolded down in the dungeon, she’d felt a shiver run down her spine.Strange how the different dominants compared.Master Andre seemed the most approachable, the most normal of them with his imperfect hairline and his ready grin.Mage was the most exotic.Quiet and deliberate.Sort of relaxing, despite his creepy voice initially, and surprisingly tame: was that bug zapper paddle the extent of his electrical toys?Then there was Sylvester.The “heavy top.” The one who made her loins clench just remembering the way he’d spoken to her in his room, the way he’d made her so wet talking about their shared fantasy before grabbing her and starting to make that fantasy come true….Nora moaned at the thought.“Are you well? Is anything too tight?”“Everything’s fine.Thanks.”Sylvester had seemed resolved and distant when he’d brought Nora up to Mage.Seemed resolved.She knew his body burned for hers.He wanted the same violent coupling she did.He wanted to make her whimper.She knew it.He knew she knew it.But he didn’t do a damn thing about it except deliver her to yet another man.He’d all but thrust her at Mage, after assuring her the man could be trusted.He’d also reminded her to use her safe word if she felt the slightest discomfort.Nora smiled to herself.Of course she felt discomfort.That was kind of the point, to have little discomforts and some larger ones, physical and mental, then having them soothed away.Poof, catharsis.All of it simply a sensual sort of play, with its ritualized giving and taking of power.She remembered Master Andre’s enjoyment of having power over her.He’d basically asked her to live with him and be his pampered sex slave as he traveled the world.She’d liked Master Andre.She’d enjoyed playing with him.She hadn’t felt afraid even once, in his power.His proposed traveling setup had undeniable benefits and might actually merit some consideration.Was Mage enjoying having her in his power, too? Trussing her up and down, spread-eagled and hog-tied and over a padded sawhorse…She stifled a yawn.Disappointment scratched at her.Nora suddenly felt jaded.Was this all there was to it?“There.” Soft warm breath tickled her neck, where Mage fiddled with some final knotwork.Now he’d torture her gently for a while, untie her slowly, then do it all again.Nora briefly considered saying “red” just to end the scene faster.And, to be honest, so she could go in search of Sylvester.Mage tugged on a back section of rope.Hard.The knot just above her clit dug in, twisting.She felt the heat of his tongue as he licked her from shoulder to earlobe.“Salty.Wet.I think we are finally ready to begin.”“Begin?”“Do you remember your safe word? Red for stop, yellow for pause…and let us make your right fist knocking five times against the wood, here, a signal for ‘stop’ as well, yes? For when you are speechless.” Mage laughed, and Nora recalled why she’d found him frightening.He brought before her a small black rectangular box, about half the size of a guitar case.He set it reverently on a low table in her sightline.With a glance to make sure she watched, he flipped the metal catches and opened it.Her disquiet deepened when she saw colored wires, curved tightly in concentric circles.So this was the real electrical device.The black box—a battery?—had the center spot in the case, nestled in the dark gray foam.Radiating out from it, each in its own discrete depression, were clamps, two tubes of conductive gel, round adhesive pads, and a number of probe-shaped devices that seemed a little on the small side, if they were what she thought they were.“I am very interested in electro torture.”Her gaze reluctantly left the objects on display.Mage was watching her [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.But Mage pulled it off.In fact, he’d look right at home wearing a vampire cape.Must be his accent, she figured.It whispered of cruelty, of dirty deeds witnessed, of atrocities performed without emotion.When she’d heard his voice while blindfolded down in the dungeon, she’d felt a shiver run down her spine.Strange how the different dominants compared.Master Andre seemed the most approachable, the most normal of them with his imperfect hairline and his ready grin.Mage was the most exotic.Quiet and deliberate.Sort of relaxing, despite his creepy voice initially, and surprisingly tame: was that bug zapper paddle the extent of his electrical toys?Then there was Sylvester.The “heavy top.” The one who made her loins clench just remembering the way he’d spoken to her in his room, the way he’d made her so wet talking about their shared fantasy before grabbing her and starting to make that fantasy come true….Nora moaned at the thought.“Are you well? Is anything too tight?”“Everything’s fine.Thanks.”Sylvester had seemed resolved and distant when he’d brought Nora up to Mage.Seemed resolved.She knew his body burned for hers.He wanted the same violent coupling she did.He wanted to make her whimper.She knew it.He knew she knew it.But he didn’t do a damn thing about it except deliver her to yet another man.He’d all but thrust her at Mage, after assuring her the man could be trusted.He’d also reminded her to use her safe word if she felt the slightest discomfort.Nora smiled to herself.Of course she felt discomfort.That was kind of the point, to have little discomforts and some larger ones, physical and mental, then having them soothed away.Poof, catharsis.All of it simply a sensual sort of play, with its ritualized giving and taking of power.She remembered Master Andre’s enjoyment of having power over her.He’d basically asked her to live with him and be his pampered sex slave as he traveled the world.She’d liked Master Andre.She’d enjoyed playing with him.She hadn’t felt afraid even once, in his power.His proposed traveling setup had undeniable benefits and might actually merit some consideration.Was Mage enjoying having her in his power, too? Trussing her up and down, spread-eagled and hog-tied and over a padded sawhorse…She stifled a yawn.Disappointment scratched at her.Nora suddenly felt jaded.Was this all there was to it?“There.” Soft warm breath tickled her neck, where Mage fiddled with some final knotwork.Now he’d torture her gently for a while, untie her slowly, then do it all again.Nora briefly considered saying “red” just to end the scene faster.And, to be honest, so she could go in search of Sylvester.Mage tugged on a back section of rope.Hard.The knot just above her clit dug in, twisting.She felt the heat of his tongue as he licked her from shoulder to earlobe.“Salty.Wet.I think we are finally ready to begin.”“Begin?”“Do you remember your safe word? Red for stop, yellow for pause…and let us make your right fist knocking five times against the wood, here, a signal for ‘stop’ as well, yes? For when you are speechless.” Mage laughed, and Nora recalled why she’d found him frightening.He brought before her a small black rectangular box, about half the size of a guitar case.He set it reverently on a low table in her sightline.With a glance to make sure she watched, he flipped the metal catches and opened it.Her disquiet deepened when she saw colored wires, curved tightly in concentric circles.So this was the real electrical device.The black box—a battery?—had the center spot in the case, nestled in the dark gray foam.Radiating out from it, each in its own discrete depression, were clamps, two tubes of conductive gel, round adhesive pads, and a number of probe-shaped devices that seemed a little on the small side, if they were what she thought they were.“I am very interested in electro torture.”Her gaze reluctantly left the objects on display.Mage was watching her [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]