Lips @ MindSay

Being bound,  separated her, detached her . . .attached her , kept her secure . . .

Being used . . .her pleasure, satisfied his pleasure  . . .

She knew she pleased him.  He'd bound her methodically, then sated his most urgent pleasure opening and kissing her cunt until she writhed in sinful torture . . .

She sat on the edge of the table, opened her legs where he could stand close and nestled against him feeling the sticky warmth of their sweat and the much cooler breeze on her back . . . He quickly released her arms from the soft rope and she nuzzled her neck afraid of the freedom . . . She drew her arms up and clung to him, tightening her legs around her hips, keeping her face buried against his shoulder.  She ached, her skin sizzled and cooled.  So many sensations, safe and secure then released . . .she kissed his neck as he drew her closer, put his arm around her and kissed the nape of her neck.  

She took a shaky breath as she ached for him to say his three words in the dark.  She flushed with guilt, and affection and the ache bit deeply.  She felt him take her wrists and quickly bind them in her cuffs.  She relaxed and lifted her head and accepted her collar and turned her head and took a kiss from him as he again pushed her on her back on the table. . . He shut off the cool air by shutting the door and she felt the sunlight raise the flame inside her. . . He took her hands and secured them over her head, then her ankles to the corners of the table.  . .   The snap of the chain to her leash, then the piercing of the clamps . . .to each nipple and then quickly to the hood of her cunt.  She tried to raise her legs but was held tightly and gasped as she felt his fingers open the lips of her cunt and the dildo pushed in steadily . . .the first stab sent a jolt through her and instead of whimpering, she pushed against it and held herself until it was fully into her . . . Before she could take another breath, he pulled on the chain and sent shocks to her nipples and to her clit . . .

She twisted and fought her restraints, causing the chain to pull yet harder . . .she relaxed a bit, then arched her back . . .she cried out when the cane struck across her breasts, just below the nipple . . .she smiled and bit her lip and raised her hips . . . The strike was slow in coming . . .she held her breath agonizing the moments.    She pursed her lips and held her hips up a bit . . .and moaned when four hard steady blows caught the insides of her thighs . . . The clips were released from her nipples and she twisted again at the pain and then gasped as four hard blows struck her nipples . . .then a second later six more hard blows worked their way from her thighs, the release of the clip on her hood, the last two blows against her swollen labia . . .

As suddenly as he began, he stopped.  He quickly released her ankles, leaving her wrists bound and wrapped her warmly in the throw she'd been laying on.  He carried her, still shaking and lay against her on the couch . . .she twisted until he pulled the cover back and she could feel his skin against hers.  She took her bound hands and took his hand and pushed it between her legs . . .and whispered as she kept her face against her neck . . .the pain blended with her slick cunt, stirred by his fingers.  As he fingered her aching cunt, she rocked back and fourth until she could not bear to stop or to go further . . .

He pressed deeper and continued, until she placed her hands on top of his and kissed his neck again and again . . .

He never let go of her and held her tightly until she was quiet and raised her head for a kiss . . .He kissed her again, then again . . .never letting go of her.  He took her wrists, and slowly released them until she nodded . . .attaching her leash, he took the cover from around them and stood her . . .she stood closely in front of him and put her hand over his heart, still holding on.   He lead her to the shower and examined her closely as her skin turned pink from the very warm water.   She stood silently, quietly as he soaped a washcloth and bathed her.   She took the cloth, washed his chest and shoulders, then kneeled under the shower washing his stomach, then taking both hands, she lovingly washed his cock and thighs . . .

He toweled her off and applied lotion over the welts that had risen from the cane.   She looked into the mirror relishing the soreness and admiring her ladder . . .the welts equally placed laterally across her breasts and nipples  and five more fanning out equally from her labia . . .touching and pressing the deep red welts caused her to relive the sweet creamy penetration of pain, like remembering something sweet to eat made your mouth water at the thought. 

She offered him her wrists and was rewarded with her cuffs.  Happily, he left her nude and led her out of their bath.   She was placed near him as he searched through the kitchen . . .she looked to see the sun had set . . .realizing her display had lasted through the afternoon . . .she ached again, and ran her fingers over her welts.  She lay back against the chair and kept her legs parted and closed her eyes . . . When she opened them again, it was dark outside and she'd curled up with the pillow.  He came for her when he heard her stir and stood her close to him as she raised her face . . .after a kiss, he turned her and bent her over the near chaise . . . She took a wider stance . . .

"Open" 

She reached behind her and spread her cheeks and whispered to him as he pet her slit . . . He slid his arm around her waist, pushing her a little further over the chaise and raising her ass  . . .he spread her lips wide and fingered her until she warmed deeper . . .pushing his cock into her cunt with long strokes.  She whispered again . . .and raised her hips as he pushed deeply . . .then reached behind and again spread her cheeks for him, as an invitation . . . A moment later her ass took the head of his cock, and she felt the pressure and his fingers press against her welts as he grabbed her hips and fucked her . . .

Minutes . . .and his strokes were deep inside her, the welts being abused against the chaise and his hands gripping her hips . . .the surge was sudden and hard, then again . . .then slower strokes and she recalled how he filled her mouth until it ran onto her chin . . . She turned and then sat back with her legs up. She was tingling and patient until he raised her on her leash.   He unfastened the chain and sent her to freshen up.  

She found her soft robe laid out on the bed and added perfume.   He sent her for wine and she joined him with the glass they always shared.   There was unleavened bread, which she began tearing as he set the platter of curry and meat between them.   She poured and offered him wine.  The too too spicy curry and peppers filled her with fire and she felt her muscles beginning to relax . . . More wine and she ate much more than she thought she would . . . Stopping only for thick slices of chocolate cake . . . She took big bites and demurely looked hoping that her dessert was not complete.   He sent her for more wine and she giggled and quickly kiss him . . . Returning she found the hash box sitting next to another slice of the heavy chocolate cake . . . She poured wine and took a long deep hit from the hash as she picked bites of the cake and sips of wine.  . .

He left her unbound, dressed her in soft leisure pants tied at the waist and a serape  that covered and kept her warm, open where he could remove it easily or slide his hands underneath and fondle her breasts and tummy.  The clothing was easier on her welts and convenient to apply the salve Khoru had provided. 

He settled her on the chaise and she held her hair up as he fastened a medium thick collar snugly around her throat  and secured her leash.  She offered her ankles hoping he would accept, then bind her wrists behind her . . .   She pouted and huffed a bit, not getting her way.   He placed her sketch pad near and asked her to show him how to make simple forms, figures . . . The minutes passed until she was concentrating less and less on the questions he asked . . . He sat a pot of tea to brew and they shared the cup as she began letting the slideshow of images awaken her imagination.   She began sketching random figures . . .odd shapes  . . .the focused and unfocused thoughts competing for her attention . . .until she recognized what it was she wasn't looking for and began to give it detail. 

He permitted a faint cool breeze through the heavy curtains . . . She shivered at the first warmth of a the fire that blended with the fresh air , smelled the scent of the wood smoke and smiled as she thought of bites of grilled food . . .  Without taking her eyes off her sketch pad approved the light as he adjusted the curtains.   She felt him return and sit closely, turned her head for a sip of the tea and continued . . .flipping to a new page and earnestly beginning a new drawing that had been waiting all along as the one she focused on.    Violin soloist, Joshua Bell . . . The soft bamboo fabric wrapping her  . . . She turned her head for another sip of tea , a warmed refill that was just a bit too hot.   She pressed her lips to the hot hot lip of the cup and let it sting a bit and then took quick sips . . . She felt the tender soreness of the welts relax and sat with her back against him, turning her head to see him looking at the sketch pad, watching the figure take shape . . .she was rewarded with soft spoken, undeserved praise and caught herself without realizing it . . . "yes my love" . . . She quickly pressed her back against him and shivered from the tiny icy stab in her heart . . . He saw her hand relax, unfocused for a moment and kissed her neck and encouraged her . . . She shook off the feeling and closed her eyes against a tear . . . Another sip of the hot tea and she resumed her sketch . . .

He slid his hand under the serape, softly pinching her nipples as she showed him the finished drawing  . . .a simple view of a woman in private . . .  At first look she led your eyes from the larger definition, then revealed more and more of the subject , the surroundings and the items around her or nearby . . . He was drawn to the shape of her hips, the curve of her breasts and it was easy to imagine her finishing her bath, relaxing in the privacy of her time and who could guess what goes through a woman's thoughts  . . .  

You first noticed a woman toweling herself sitting nude on a bench, her hair hanging off her shoulder partially hiding her face and her breast . . . A window or mirror, obscured from the lingering steam of the warm bath or shower . . . Then you notice her arm stroking the inside of her leg and partially revealing her other breast . . . showing the full curve almost to her nipple . . . her shoulders, the line of her face . . .her neck.   She's narrow at the hip, round and thetaper of her waist to the small of her back . . .her legs drawn where they just conceal her softest flesh . . .her smooth tummy that she touches softly with her other hand.  She's revealed in her most private, but silent thoughts . . .  In the most private and most vunerable moments . . .

"Want to know what's going through my mind?"  

"Yes, my love" . . .she said it again, soft confidence in her voice.

"I want to think she will be thinking of her lover . . .that she is happy . . .and that she knows that she cannot be replaced by anyone else . . .that her heart is safe, that she is safe . . . " 

His words caught her off guard as she looked at the woman she drew and saw her not from her eyes, but clearly through his . . . She swallowed another sip of tea and took a slow quiet breath as he put his arms around her and cupped her breast . . .

"She does my love" . . .she bit her lip and settled back resting against him . . .

He sat her up a bit and slipped off her serape and she placed her hand over his shoulder to give him full access to her breasts as he fondled and looked at her . . . Raising her leash slightly she stood and he pulled the tie around her waist and she stepped out the pants . . . She spread her feet further apart and held his face lightly in her hands as he examined her welts and softly pressed . . . then pet her slit . . .

He sent her to rinse off quickly in a hot shower.  She lingered for a second and he pressed a sore muscle and she complained and then left.   She returned with damp hair and dripping and giggled silently at his complaint . . . She rested her hand on his shoulder, opened her legs wider . . .turned, bent over . . .as he applied the salve again . . . She made a very sinful but delicious offer, and pouted again as she stepped back into the soft pants and he slipped the serape over her head . . .

She was about to throw a fit when her stomach growled loudly and she squealed softly as she caught his eye . . . She did as she was told, helping him with extra hands for preparing dinner . . . A favorite of theirs was grilled meat and grilled vegetables, hot bread or chips . . . cold chicken, anything that would fit on a large platter  . . . She was sent for wine and returned with two bottles corked  . . . Their meals were lighthearted, good conversations, he made her laugh  . . . Music painstakingly selected,  and they talked over it . . . She caught little hints about her shining knight and she often took a good look at him, and liked remembering coming home nude, wrapped only his coat . . .minutes after meeting him, she was in his bed and she never left . . .

She quickly returned to the present as he held her leash . . . She offered her wrists and looked him directly in the eye.  The offer was ignored again and they returned to the fire . . .he brought out the hash box and she rolled a full spliff . . .he returned with chocolate and wine and sat watching her inhale deeply, relishing the first bit of the soothing tide the hash brought . . . A fully tummy, sweetly high from the hash and the second bottle of wine, she felt the creamy warmth between her legs and her thighs, her nipples sensitive and the ache  . . .

She thought through and through in her thoughts and wanted to be taken, to serve sinfully and be used  . . . He whispered and raised her and she smiled, understanding his sweet unspoken seduction of her  . . .

The light from their bath faintly reached their bedroom, he removed her collar and leash . . .he preferred her completely nude on these nights, she thought . . . She slid between the covers and stayed on his side as he slid next to her.  He held the covers back looking at her in the light and she spread her legs as his eyes looked between them . . .  He covered her and held her breathless . . .as her body spun sensations around her.    She was soft, warm and creamy from the seduction of her  . . .and felt the his thick flow running from her slit

Nights like this he made love to her and stayed deep inside her, came deep inside her and caressed her with his hands, his body and his kisses and she desperately gave in hoping to get control in the morning. 

She turned in his arms and spooned against him as he began to sleep . . .

"Yes my love, she does" 

She slowly reached the surface, waking up a little at a time.  Their bedroom was dark  but the heavy curtains were outlined in bright light and she needed to freshen up.  She slid away, quickly reminded of the belt as she twisted her hips and parted her legs . . .  She examined herself in the bathroom mirror and smiled at the welts that were along the tender inside of her thighs . . . Her cunt was red and sore, but the heaviest blows, except for the last two, were along her thighs and ass . . . The last two, the hardest,  on her clit sent a shiver of a memory now and she pressed firmly against the bruises to freshen the sensation.  She took a hot wash cloth and pressed her labia, searing the tender flesh again  . . .

She ran the washcloth under the hot water again and pressed, biting her lip.  She opened her eyes, feeling his hand slide around her throat.  He pulled her head back, reached around and took the washcloth from her and warmed it again.  

"Open, my pet" 

She twisted her head and kissed his neck, looking into the mirror,  reached between her legs and spread her labia wide for him.   She looked again at the red red welts and how her clit was bright red and swollen.   She shivered, leaned back against him and opened her legs more, and spread her cunt with her hand as he pressed the very hot cloth against her clit.   She twisted her hips and pressed against him, riding the pain until she throbbed sweetly . . . Her cunt oozed the butter of her and she cried out as he pinched her nipples . . . The soreness scolded and spread its heat through her legs.    He ran the shower and she clung to him, following him under the hot water . . . She made a sinful promise and then tried to purr as his soapy hand ran between her legs . . .she widened her stance and put her arms around his neck as he washed her and kissed his neck and chest.   She pushed against the tender pressure between her cheeks as he teased with his fingers.

Rinsed, and toweled off,  he put her heavy robe on her and she wrapped her hair loosely in a towel before her cuffs were applied with her hands behind her  . . . Her hands  secured tightly, then again at her elbows to restrict her more.    He moved her to the vanity, the steam from the shower warming it nicely, laid her on her back and opened her robe . . .

She tested her restraints . . . Her arms were immobile and the tightness was unforgiving.   He pushed her legs apart and scolded her for not opening for his pleasure . . . She made another sinful promise and opened her mouth,  drawing her feet up a bit to spread her legs more . . .  He fastened her tall collar around her throat  . . .and in this position it pushed her head back and squared her shoulders . . .further restricting her . . .  She felt him pet her labia and blushed just a bit, knowing he liked to see her cunt swollen and gaping . . .   She looked as best she could in the mirror behind him and saw how he had decided to display her . . . Her head back, and her face accessible if he decided to fuck her mouth and her back arched, pushing her breasts up.  She could not move her arms or shoulders in any manner . . . 

She was not restrained from the waist down, but spread widely and with him standing between her legs she could only twist her hips . . . He slid his hands under her hips and slid her towards him a bit,  then felt him stroke and pet her wet slit . . .

He opened a jar of salve brought from Khoru's clinic, covered his hands and began softly applying it to her thighs . . . The cream was cool cool and she squealed and giggled as the sore warm tender flesh stung both hot and cold . . .  He continued to apply the cream until the welts were covered, then reapplied more to his hands . . .

"A sweet picture . . . Your cunt is swollen nicely . . ."   He applied the cream again and pressed the muscles firmly then harder along the lubricated welts  . . . She whimpered and cooed her approval . . . She twisted her hips to escape the pain, then raised them to his attention for more . . .

The massage continued to her belly and her nipples as her thighs burned and ached and her clit throbbed . . . A hard slippery pinch of her nipples and her labia caused her to cry out and then catch his eyes, wanting another . . .

The agonizing massage continued and she felt her arms ache at the strain, the collar bit her neck and she  pressed against every touch of his . . . The soreness, the slick sensitive welts blended pain, pleasure and the pressure . . . She wanted to stop but couldn't  bear the thought . . . He press again and she finally arched her back and strained . . . And whimpered at the praise of her master  . . . She was rewarded for twisted posture with him fingering her clit and pressing hard on the closest welt. . . . He continued until she cried out and tried to close her legs around his hand . . . He pressed and fingered her again, she cried out louder yet and then relaxed her legs . . .

He turned her on her side and she drew her legs up and felt the sticky pain and the hard bruised pulse between her legs . . .  Her muscles were both soothed and sore, the sensation she'd felt after a massage she would have had.

She closed her eyes and opened them a bit later as he released her arms and stood her.   She pet his cock with her hand and he led her again to the shower, had her spread her legs and cheeks as he rinsed her off with the hand wand.   Wrapped again in a clean robe, she was cuffed with her hands in front and put on her leash  . . . And led out of the bedroom.   She snuggled close and giggled as she felt  between the two robes and fingered the soft head of his cock.

Khoru continued making notes and inquiring about her health . . . her cycle, her routines  . . .

A couple of questions seemed to have prior knowledge and it made her think of the life she left . . . putting distance between that life . . . living this one and she wondered what all was known about her.  Much of her identity was known to RoseMarie.  It stood to reason that her information was made available to him, but he didn't bring up the past and she focused on the moment, responding to him and shutting out most other things. 

Khoru noticed she was quieter and ended the interview and called for the young girl who assisted her earlier.  "We'll continue this later".  She nodded quiety, keeping her eyes low and not inviting any further comments. 

She stood and modestly held her wrists out to Khoru."That's not necessary.  Go with Belle' and I'll join you shortly"  The girl caught her eye, smiled and she thanked Khoru as they walked out.  Belle led her to a private suite, placed her hand softly on her shoulder, indicating for her to stand quietly . . . "your toilet and vanity are through here.  You have a few minutes for some privacy as I check your bath."  She thanked her and took the opportunity to relieve herself and have a moment of isolation.  She sat quietly, closed her eyes and thought of her own vanity, the Geshia's chest he'd given her and she wanted to be  . . . "home?" . . . 

The suite was built for isolation and privacy . . . just like their home in Malibu.  Open floorplan, few items but all of high quality.   The main room was essentially a large master bedroom with a small area for the occupants to sit.  A large stone fireplace that the wall was designed around.  A low table of convenient height where you could utilize it sitting on the floor or from the seating near.  Hardwood and marble flooring with rugs and a kitchen / island area that led to a full length patio . . . you could cook and eat, inside or out.  A partial wall allowed access to the spa area and provided some privacy as well. 

She found Belle quietly waiting for her when she came back into the room.  Belle stood close behind, reached and slipped her out of the robe and slippers, then slipped out of her own smock and had her follow her.   The bath was designed with a large hot water spa and a smaller cold water 'plunge', an open area with a shower and a smooth teak table that was set up with towels and ammenities for massage.  . . .  Belle ran the shower, tested the temperature of the water and guided her to it.   She raised her face, closed her eyes and enjoyed the water flowing over her.  Belle pepared a soft mitt, joined her under the shower and began washing her.  She turned by soft touches as Belle covered her with the body wash.  She felt Belle's fingertips on her thighs and the mitt on her tummy  . . . she parted her legs as the mitt massged her . . . Belle had her place her foot high on the near ledge, push her leg wider and continued her wash.   She rinsed under the water and the shower was repeated with another mitt. 

She learned quickly that Belle would guide her for each step of the process . . . and stood rinsing under the shower, then stepping out and being patted dry with a heavy, warmed spa towel.  Belle wrapped her and led her to the hot water bath and sat her on the near bench as she added the ammenities to the water . . .  Once the mixture dissolved, Belle led her into the spa, sat her on a low chaise where she could rest her head on a rolled terry pad as the seasoned hot water bubbled and steamed over her. 

She opened her eyes as Khoru walked in, also dressed in a robe.   Belle stepped out of the water, removed Khoru's robe, led her into the shower and began washing her . . . Standing under the shower would be the visual pleasure of anyone in the spa .  She caught Khoru's eyes briefly, and watched as Belle bathed her  . . . and lifted her foot to the ledge and parting her legs . . .  She looked at her open thighs.   The small strip of hair inherent with Asian heritage.  Well trimmed, dark and nicely outlining her cunt . . .  She looked up and caught Khoru's eyes again . . . then continued to examine her as she was displayed in the shower.   Modest breasts, but well rounded and full . . . small brown nipples, like her own  . . . . flat muscular tummmy and she groaned thinking that was impressive after having twin girls.  Slender round hips, shapely smooth legs . . . then she looked at her cunt again and admired the slight swelling of her lips . . . a visual pleasure as Belle again massaged Kohru's thighs with the second mitt.

She closed her eyes and submerged briefly . . . A sweet ache remembered as she thought of her master and being used  . . .  she idly touched her thoat feeling for her collar and the safety of her wrists restraints . . . her master holding her leash, keeping her close  . . . penetrating her until shame and the intimate ache drowned her . . . 

*1219 . . . . she thought . . . *1219 . .