I live and write BDSM. Age 18+. Scarleteen is great for under 18.
I think I may be giving you a little more, or maybe being just a little more tease-y. Sorry I missed last week; a rude woman made a trip to the park with the little girl I watch rather unpleasant as she freaked out because I was all covered up (ah duh, I'm allergic to the sun!). "Gates of the Garden: Book Two" rewrite is going well; I've been listening to it in Balabolka. Here's a link to two weeks ago so you can refresh your memory of what's happening if you'd like...
Tommy pulled the bottom of Vala's skirt and tucked it in the waistband. "We'll have to strip you before The Queen has too much more fun," he drawled.
The Queen interrupted Vala by grabbing her boob and squeezing. "Finish whatever comes out of those lips of yours with his title."
"Yes, my Queen," Vala whimpered. She turned her head to gaze wide eyed at Tommy.
Tommy clicked his tongue. "Did just that little squeeze wipe your mind of what you wanted to say, girl?"
"It seems we have taken the sex worker out of the girl."
"It seems, my Queen. I like this girl who just shudders and moans between us." Tommy dragged his fingers up Vala's leg above the approaching electrical tape.
Surprising Vala, The Queen cut the tape again. He pressed the end against her skin with his pinky finger brushing over her freshly shaved genitals. "Now that looks even better. Strip, " he ordered.
Vala lowered her shaking leg to the floor before she struggle to stand. I've stripped in front of hundreds of men. Why is this so scary? They're already nude as usual. She yanked her skirt down and off; her tank top came off next, joining the pile of black cloth.
"I think she needs a little more decoration, my Queen," Tommy murmured.
"Hm. Maybe around these luscious, little breasts. I do want to keep her nipples out for our enjoyment." The Queen grasped one of Vala's nipples between strong thumb and forefinger.
Tensed legs prevented Vala from falling to her knees.
With a grin, The Queen said, "You may sit."
Vala sank gratefully to the couch, even if the leather was startlingly cold on her naked thighs.
The Queen pressed the tape to the top of Vala's left breast. "Yes, I do like your suggestion, Tommy. So pretty."
Following The Queen's touch, Vala felt her skin and the contact with him like never before. Her breath released in a pleading moan. She went rigid to feel the scissors against the underside of her breast.
"And the other," The Queen muttered before brushing his thumb over her other nipple.
"My Queen," Vala breathed.
"Such a sweet baby girl. Are you my baby girl?" The Queen growled.
"Yes, my Queen," Vala whimpered. "Yours!" She gasped when he started the tape around her other breast.
"I wonder, Tommy, if you would enjoy a blow job as I decorate her back." The Queen grinned and cut the tape.
"I'd love one, my Queen," Tommy purred.
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