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Mike Pinocchio ([personal profile] forthedog) wrote2014-02-03 12:54 am
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Laying his tools out has always been a ritual of some power - now it has a new meaning, though it's one he isn't giving much space to here, because what he does in the basement of the asylum and what he's doing here have only the most tenuous connection. But the ritual is the same, a little outline without much in the way of hard planning, a set of possibilities.

It's important to keep things flexible. And this time he has a few things he didn't have before.

He picks up one of the lengths of rope - cotton, soft but reasonably strong - and turns to her. The light in the little room is warmly dim but more than enough to see her clearly by, and while he's never doubted her strength and capability... She looks almost delicate.

Pleasantly so.

He starts to uncoil the rope. "Tell me again what you absolutely don't want."
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[personal profile] jianhuo 2014-02-03 06:18 am (UTC)(link)
Saffron stands quietly by, bare and ready, wondering what Mike's got in store for them tonight. She wouldn't dare ask, even if she thought he'd tell her - she trusts him enough in this to let it be a surprise. And besides, she's always got her safe word if she needs it.

"I don't want to be cut or hit in the face," she replies, her eyes on the rope and the possibilities opening up as he uncoils it.
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[personal profile] jianhuo 2014-02-03 06:52 am (UTC)(link)
She doesn't turn, not even her head, even though she wants to. "Christo," Saffron replies, a tremor of anticipation going through her as she waits for what's next.
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[personal profile] jianhuo 2014-02-05 06:53 am (UTC)(link)
Saffron sucks in a breath, both at Mike's proximity and at the slightly rough feel of the rope sliding over her bare skin. She stands relaxed as instructed, allowing him to position her as he wants, and as he binds her breasts she feels the tug stretch her skin, feels it reach deep inside her and stir up warmth low in her belly.
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[personal profile] jianhuo 2014-02-13 05:15 pm (UTC)(link)

This is something new for them, and Saffron can already tell how very good Mike is at it. Her breath quickens as he spins her around, and she can't move enough to get her arms settled comfortably, which she suspects is the point.

"Whatever you like," she murmurs in response, not sure if his question was rhetorical or not. She may get punished for answering if it was, but she doesn't exactly mind that possibility.

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[personal profile] jianhuo 2014-02-16 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
Every touch sends shivers down her spine and warmth to her loins, and Saffron doesn't try to hide the fact that Mike is getting her very hot and bothered. When he orders her onto her knees she obeys immediately, and though she isn't able to maneuver herself as gracefully as usual while she's all tied up, she makes the move to lower herself to her knees without too much trouble.
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[personal profile] jianhuo 2014-02-19 06:13 am (UTC)(link)
The first snap of the crop against her skin draws a gasp from her, her body jerking just a little at the sting. Then he keeps going, and so does Saffron, panting and gasping and moaning as Mike draws reddened marks up from her skin. She fights to stay upright on her knees, not to bend forward, the rope keeping her arms twisted into a slight discomfort that's just present enough to be noticeable.

Her eyes fall shut as the crop snaps against each nipple and she lets out another moan, her breathing heavy.
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[personal profile] jianhuo 2014-02-28 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
She meets his eyes, her hair wild and partially falling in her face, as he tilts her head back with the crop. Saffron stifles one moan, and then lets another one go as she feels the press of Mike's boot in her back.

Spreading her knees wide apart for balance, she does as she's told, bending forward so that her ass is pushed back and up. She doesn't know what he's got in mind next, but Saffron's looking forward to finding out what it is.
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[personal profile] jianhuo 2014-03-05 07:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes," Saffron breathes, after gasping at the feel of his finger pressing against her. That's a very definite yes; it's not something she does frequently, but she definitely enjoys it when it does happen. She can't see what he's holding from her position, her gaze on the floor, so she only knows he's gotten something out of his bag of tricks.

She imagines she'll find out soon enough what it is.
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[personal profile] jianhuo 2014-03-09 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
She's plenty relaxed, despite being tied up, her whole body suffused with warmth and a visceral sort of desire. When Saffron feels what must be a plug being pushed inside her she moans, her forehead lowering to the floor as her hips tilt slightly back and up.
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[personal profile] jianhuo 2014-03-14 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
Saffron lifts her head, though she can't move much, her arms tied the way they are. It's a discomfort that's not overpowering, but always there, and adding to the overall sensation of what's happening right now, what Mike's doing to her. She feels his fingers sliding along her skin, gasps at the brush against her clit. She moans again when they slip inside of her, her hips moving to press against his hand.
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[personal profile] jianhuo 2014-03-18 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
She can't help but continue to move her hips, pushing what little distance she can back against his hand as he thrusts his fingers into her. Another moan escapes her at the press of his cheek into her skin. She hopes he's left a mark.

"Ai ya, yes, yes I do," she gasps in confirmation. She loves it so much that if he keeps this up, she's going to come soon, no doubt about it.
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[personal profile] jianhuo 2014-03-27 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
Her moan becomes a soft whimper at the removal of Mike's fingers. When he pulls on the rope she has no choice but to go where he leads, and so she gets up silently, her muscles protesting, and a throbbing between her thighs.