Nawashi (20 page)
Authors: Gray Miller
Tags: #thriller, #action, #bdsm, #sex magic, #rope bondage, #kink, #graydancer
As his mouth descended on her breasts, she
threw her head back, loving the feeling of his soft lips closing on
her nipple… and thought of Brian, her husband.
only one dressed, wearing a slight cotton shift thin enough to show
the dark shade of her nipples through the fabric. Walking with
small, measured footsteps, she crossed the room to where Vashte
sat, and knelt before her. After a moment of breathing together,
Vashte reached to her side without looking, and lifted a bowl
filled with a shining oil.
Slowly she lifted the bowl, dipping two
fingers in, and daubed each of her nipples with the slickness, then
dipped between her legs, anointing her mons as well. Her hand
rested on her right thigh, palm up in invitation, and Sally leaned
forward, her tongue reaching out to taste Vashte’s nipples, one
after another, then bowing her head down slowly and giving a slow
lick to her vulva. Vashte’s chant never waivered, but Sally saw the
darkening flush of her skin, and repressed a smile.
Picking up the bowl, she turned and made
her way to the center where Brian knelt, breathing deeply into the
trance. She knelt in front of him and set the bowl next to her
legs, within easy reach. For a moment they simply sat their,
bathing in each other’s eyes, letting the power that was now so
familiar slowly simmer and rise, thickening the air around
them.
first time his cock beginning to stir, her light tracing causing
the vessels to swell. His testes felt heavy where they rested
between his legs, and as his cock lifted, they seemed to twitch at
the sudden sensation of the cool air.
She had to dip her fingers in three times
before she was able to complete the tracery, moving around him to
his back, feeling the muscles there tensing as her fingers passed
over sensitive areas and aroused him further. When she was done,
the last finger trailing down his back and curling to the right,
she sat for a moment, still behind him, letting her awareness
envelope his presence, feeling his arousal and letting it flow into
her. She felt her vulva swell, and as she adjusted herself she
could feel the sudden slickness between her thighs.
She dipped her head down to where the final
scar had finished its curlique, and reached out the tip of her
tongue to begin to trace it back.. The oil was sweet, his skin hot
and smooth, and she closed her eyes, not needing them to sense the
mark of power as it covered his torso.
She began to lick her way through the
pattern of power.
her arms on his thighs as she massaged his penis through his jeans,
feeling it grow harder and fill her hand. He had his head back,
eyes closed, enjoying the ministrations of her hand as it rubbed up
and down, wrapping fingers lightly under his crotch to caress his
trapped testes. As she curved her fingers to let her nails graze
the bulge, she felt the cock twitch in response, and she suddenly
found herself unable to wait any longer. Her strong fingers opened
the jeans, pulling down the zipper and digging into the flap of his
boxer briefs until his cock stood tall in her hand.
She brought her mouth close to it, inhaling
the clean musk of him, letting her thumb run up from the base along
the underside, wrapping her fingers loosely around the tip and
pulling down, the foreskin revealing the tip glistening with
pre-cum. Leaning forward, she blew gently, letting her breath cool
the shining liquid, and was rewarded with a growling moan from his
chest.
For just a moment she squeezed his cock as
hard as she could, forearm trembling with the effort… and then
moaned herself at the unyielding hardness of it, letting the
strength of it overpower her. She rubbed her cheek against the tip,
letting it flow down to her neck, where she rubbed it up and down,
beginning to shiver as she felt its caress. Thank you, Brian, for
giving me the freedom to enjoy this…
Again she let it draw a glistening trail
from her cheek down to her collarbone, then back up, and once more…
holding the image of her husbands cock in her mind as firmly as the
one in her hand… and then she could resist no longer, and she
wrapped her lips around it with a devouring passion.
Sally was also thinking of Brian’s
erection, as it lay inches from her cheek while she traced the last
of the the mark with her tongue. The light oil had not coated it,
had been more like a spice highlighting the connection of her lips
and mouth to his flesh. She held a moment crouched down, enjoying
the proximity of his cock, tempted to reach out one more time with
her tongue and just taste it.
the rhythm of the chanting avatars on each side of the room,
letting the soft hot sensation of Sally’s tongue fade into his
skin, highlighting the pattern and drawing its energy up and to the
surface. He began to let his own presence expand outward, merging
his energy with Sally’s as they both felt the pulse of desire
slowly build with the smooth chanting.
rope. It seemed to uncoil itself in his hand, the soft strands
falling across his palm and the back of his hand with the same
caress as a lover, as he lifted it to Sally, and began to weave a
pattern over the cotton shift, an ebony rope harness that pressed
the material into sharp outline along her curves, encircling each
breast and dipping between her legs in one single long connected
strand of rope. Brian turned her body with firm pressure from his
hand as he threaded the rope around her and through itself, pulling
all the joints in the rope tighter and tighter, until she felt as
if she could be held up by the pressure of the strands alone.
Finally he drew the tails up to either hip, and wrapped each
slender wrist in three loops of rope, securing them to the ropes
tightly crossing her hips. He pushed her down to her knees again,
joining her in a quick folding of his legs, and again they looked
at each other, now having anointed each other with their fetish.
She felt the ropes digging, caressing, pressing into her in so many
points at the same time that she lost any hope of keeping track of
the stimulation, and simply had to relax into it. Their eyes met,
and after a time, a wordless question was asked, and assent
given.
Reaching up behind her neck, he pulled her
head down, and her open mouth took his cock in. She closed her eyes
and left her body, visualizing how her bound form must look bent
over his cock, mouth wrapped around it. A low, soft hum came from
deep in her throat.
Sally was happy.
Jake’s deep voice startled Bec out of her absorption into the
worship of his cock. “I think a little scene would be in order. I
want you to scoot your knees back and put your ass in the air, like
the wanton you are, and I’m going to help you imagine.”
“I’m going to let you keep on tasting my
cock, keeping it in your mouth, your hands, doing what you love.
But I’m also going to be reaching behind you. Spreading you.
Drawing your cheeks apart, spreading your lips, opening that pussy
wide.”
“And when I do that, Bec, I want you to
think about your husband’s cock driving into that pussy, at the
same time that you’ve got your hands and mouth on mine.”
Bec had her eyes closed, picturing every
word he said. She moved her knees back, quickly spreading them
apart at a harsh command from Jake. She cried out suddenly as his
hand swatted her ass, twice, hard and punitive slaps, so startling
that for a moment she struggled to remember what he had said. She
realized what it was, a moment later, and in a soft, melodious,
breathy voice, said “Yes, sir.”
Her arms were stretched in front of her,
both hands wrapped around Jake’s long cock, squeezing, pumping,
stroking it and losing herself in its hardness. She felt his strong
hands reach over her and grasp the cheeks of her round ass, pulling
them apart, and the the night air seemed to rush in and caress her
anus and perineum now so fully exposed. His hands moved deeper and
she felt his fingers on either side of her vulva, pulling the outer
labia open with a sudden firm pinch on each side. He had to move
forward to do this, and she moved her mouth immediately to engulf
his cock, sucking it deep into her throat and letting her tongue
caress up and down its length as it filled her mouth.
Her labia minora felt more engorged the
longer they were exposed, open like this, and she was picturing
vividly Brian’s body taking her from behind, his own thick cock,
wet from her own mouth, ready to drive into her. She was
concentrating on it, and on the cock in her mouth, so that when
Jake stroked a finger up the inner surfaces of the labia, she
screamed around his girth at the sensation. Jake smiled, and did it
again, this time letting the finger rest along the length of her
slit, bending the knuckle just a bit so that there was the vaguest
suggestion of impending penetration. He waited for her mouth to
resume its motion on his cock… and then he began to lightly tap his
fingers on and around the hooded button of her clit.
She screamed around his cock again, lost to
the pleasure.
Sally lifted her head from Brian’s cock and
knelt up again, her lips feeling swollen and full. Her mouth was
small, and his cock was thick, so it was a wonderful stretching
feeling for her every time she took him in her mouth. But he had
lifted her hair, ever so slightly, and she instantly obeyed, moving
her body gracefully within the ropes and cotton shift she
wore.
She did not know what would happen
next—when they’d discussed the ceremony, they had not told her of
anything past this point, though Brian and Vashte had discussed it
together at length while she and Sullivan had shared a cup of
tea.
No matter. She waited patiently, knowing
that by doing so, she was serving her master, and was therefore
happy. Her mind and presence were thoroughly in the “now” state,
and she felt ready for anything that might happen.
Sullivan, soft and full, on the lips. Bending over, he placed an
equally full kiss in the palm of each of Sullivans hands. Finally,
with great dignity, he lowered his head slightly and opened his
lips to take in Sullivan’s cock, a formal fellating that seemed to
Sally something of a cross between an erotic caress and a military
salute.
Straightening, Brian looked into Sullivan’s
eyes, and the two of them shared a moment of intimacy brought tears
to Sally’s eyes. She stole a quick glance over to where Vashte was
chanting, and saw the tears streaming down her face and spilling
onto her erect nipples.
The beauty of the moment was so intense
that Brian thought he might burst and happily die. Sullivan held
his eyes for a moment longer, and then reached to his side, lifting
a strange, curved knife, almost like a steel claw, and offering it
to Brian.
where she knelt in his black harness, and placed it before her,
taking a moment to bow. She couldn’t tell if it was a bow to the
knife, or to her, or to both. He lifted it slowly, letting the
sharp point and strange serrated edge fill her vision… and suddenly
she was blind.
As the scarf was tied behind her head, she
realized that Vashte had left her seat and moved behind her. She
felt the woman’s strong arms grasp her, holding her upright, and
then heard the first terrifying sound along with a slight tug, just
for a moment, on the sleeve of the shift.
It wasn’t until the sleeve fell to the
floor next to her that she realized that the knife was so sharp it
had sliced directly through the sleeve. She had not even heard the
fabric parting. She felt him move again, and another tug… and
suddenly her left breast was half bare, the flap of cloth
fluttering against her skin with a soft kissing sensation. Another
tug, barely perceptible, and the breast was bare.
Shortly he had her almost completely naked,
but for occasional straps of cloth and the black rope that wrapped
around her. Her reduced senses were wired to such a fever pitch
that they shivered with every passing air current, and she cried
out when Vashte suddenly released her grip, leaving her suddenly
feeling very lost and alone behind the black blindfold.
Then she felt his hand on her cheek, and
knew that her Master was there. She nuzzled it, feeling it rise up
and caress her, then gasping as his thumb pulled down on her lower
lip, opening it and forcing her mouth, still swollen from going
down on him, open just slightly, the force of it somewhere between
a thrusting invasion and a deep soul kiss. She moaned again,
letting her tongue creep out and just slightly touch the soft edge
of his skin.
threw her head back, loving the feeling of his soft lips closing on
her nipple… and thought of Brian, her husband.
only one dressed, wearing a slight cotton shift thin enough to show
the dark shade of her nipples through the fabric. Walking with
small, measured footsteps, she crossed the room to where Vashte
sat, and knelt before her. After a moment of breathing together,
Vashte reached to her side without looking, and lifted a bowl
filled with a shining oil.
Slowly she lifted the bowl, dipping two
fingers in, and daubed each of her nipples with the slickness, then
dipped between her legs, anointing her mons as well. Her hand
rested on her right thigh, palm up in invitation, and Sally leaned
forward, her tongue reaching out to taste Vashte’s nipples, one
after another, then bowing her head down slowly and giving a slow
lick to her vulva. Vashte’s chant never waivered, but Sally saw the
darkening flush of her skin, and repressed a smile.
Picking up the bowl, she turned and made
her way to the center where Brian knelt, breathing deeply into the
trance. She knelt in front of him and set the bowl next to her
legs, within easy reach. For a moment they simply sat their,
bathing in each other’s eyes, letting the power that was now so
familiar slowly simmer and rise, thickening the air around
them.
After a time—no one could
say how long—Sally suddenly knew it was
right
, and she dipped her two
fingers into the bowl, coating them with the sweet oil. Lifting her
hand, she reached up and began to trace the scars on his body with
the liquid, letting her hand lightly caress each line and curve as
it travelled around his nipples, down his belly, across his
ribs.
first time his cock beginning to stir, her light tracing causing
the vessels to swell. His testes felt heavy where they rested
between his legs, and as his cock lifted, they seemed to twitch at
the sudden sensation of the cool air.
She had to dip her fingers in three times
before she was able to complete the tracery, moving around him to
his back, feeling the muscles there tensing as her fingers passed
over sensitive areas and aroused him further. When she was done,
the last finger trailing down his back and curling to the right,
she sat for a moment, still behind him, letting her awareness
envelope his presence, feeling his arousal and letting it flow into
her. She felt her vulva swell, and as she adjusted herself she
could feel the sudden slickness between her thighs.
She dipped her head down to where the final
scar had finished its curlique, and reached out the tip of her
tongue to begin to trace it back.. The oil was sweet, his skin hot
and smooth, and she closed her eyes, not needing them to sense the
mark of power as it covered his torso.
She began to lick her way through the
pattern of power.
her arms on his thighs as she massaged his penis through his jeans,
feeling it grow harder and fill her hand. He had his head back,
eyes closed, enjoying the ministrations of her hand as it rubbed up
and down, wrapping fingers lightly under his crotch to caress his
trapped testes. As she curved her fingers to let her nails graze
the bulge, she felt the cock twitch in response, and she suddenly
found herself unable to wait any longer. Her strong fingers opened
the jeans, pulling down the zipper and digging into the flap of his
boxer briefs until his cock stood tall in her hand.
She brought her mouth close to it, inhaling
the clean musk of him, letting her thumb run up from the base along
the underside, wrapping her fingers loosely around the tip and
pulling down, the foreskin revealing the tip glistening with
pre-cum. Leaning forward, she blew gently, letting her breath cool
the shining liquid, and was rewarded with a growling moan from his
chest.
For just a moment she squeezed his cock as
hard as she could, forearm trembling with the effort… and then
moaned herself at the unyielding hardness of it, letting the
strength of it overpower her. She rubbed her cheek against the tip,
letting it flow down to her neck, where she rubbed it up and down,
beginning to shiver as she felt its caress. Thank you, Brian, for
giving me the freedom to enjoy this…
Again she let it draw a glistening trail
from her cheek down to her collarbone, then back up, and once more…
holding the image of her husbands cock in her mind as firmly as the
one in her hand… and then she could resist no longer, and she
wrapped her lips around it with a devouring passion.
Sally was also thinking of Brian’s
erection, as it lay inches from her cheek while she traced the last
of the the mark with her tongue. The light oil had not coated it,
had been more like a spice highlighting the connection of her lips
and mouth to his flesh. She held a moment crouched down, enjoying
the proximity of his cock, tempted to reach out one more time with
her tongue and just taste it.
Desire. Beauty.
Discipline.
The words resonated within
her, and she straightened and met Brian’s calm eyes, folding her
hands into her lap.
the rhythm of the chanting avatars on each side of the room,
letting the soft hot sensation of Sally’s tongue fade into his
skin, highlighting the pattern and drawing its energy up and to the
surface. He began to let his own presence expand outward, merging
his energy with Sally’s as they both felt the pulse of desire
slowly build with the smooth chanting.
“
Om mani padme hum… ”
rope. It seemed to uncoil itself in his hand, the soft strands
falling across his palm and the back of his hand with the same
caress as a lover, as he lifted it to Sally, and began to weave a
pattern over the cotton shift, an ebony rope harness that pressed
the material into sharp outline along her curves, encircling each
breast and dipping between her legs in one single long connected
strand of rope. Brian turned her body with firm pressure from his
hand as he threaded the rope around her and through itself, pulling
all the joints in the rope tighter and tighter, until she felt as
if she could be held up by the pressure of the strands alone.
Finally he drew the tails up to either hip, and wrapped each
slender wrist in three loops of rope, securing them to the ropes
tightly crossing her hips. He pushed her down to her knees again,
joining her in a quick folding of his legs, and again they looked
at each other, now having anointed each other with their fetish.
She felt the ropes digging, caressing, pressing into her in so many
points at the same time that she lost any hope of keeping track of
the stimulation, and simply had to relax into it. Their eyes met,
and after a time, a wordless question was asked, and assent
given.
Reaching up behind her neck, he pulled her
head down, and her open mouth took his cock in. She closed her eyes
and left her body, visualizing how her bound form must look bent
over his cock, mouth wrapped around it. A low, soft hum came from
deep in her throat.
Sally was happy.
Jake’s deep voice startled Bec out of her absorption into the
worship of his cock. “I think a little scene would be in order. I
want you to scoot your knees back and put your ass in the air, like
the wanton you are, and I’m going to help you imagine.”
“I’m going to let you keep on tasting my
cock, keeping it in your mouth, your hands, doing what you love.
But I’m also going to be reaching behind you. Spreading you.
Drawing your cheeks apart, spreading your lips, opening that pussy
wide.”
“And when I do that, Bec, I want you to
think about your husband’s cock driving into that pussy, at the
same time that you’ve got your hands and mouth on mine.”
Bec had her eyes closed, picturing every
word he said. She moved her knees back, quickly spreading them
apart at a harsh command from Jake. She cried out suddenly as his
hand swatted her ass, twice, hard and punitive slaps, so startling
that for a moment she struggled to remember what he had said. She
realized what it was, a moment later, and in a soft, melodious,
breathy voice, said “Yes, sir.”
Her arms were stretched in front of her,
both hands wrapped around Jake’s long cock, squeezing, pumping,
stroking it and losing herself in its hardness. She felt his strong
hands reach over her and grasp the cheeks of her round ass, pulling
them apart, and the the night air seemed to rush in and caress her
anus and perineum now so fully exposed. His hands moved deeper and
she felt his fingers on either side of her vulva, pulling the outer
labia open with a sudden firm pinch on each side. He had to move
forward to do this, and she moved her mouth immediately to engulf
his cock, sucking it deep into her throat and letting her tongue
caress up and down its length as it filled her mouth.
Her labia minora felt more engorged the
longer they were exposed, open like this, and she was picturing
vividly Brian’s body taking her from behind, his own thick cock,
wet from her own mouth, ready to drive into her. She was
concentrating on it, and on the cock in her mouth, so that when
Jake stroked a finger up the inner surfaces of the labia, she
screamed around his girth at the sensation. Jake smiled, and did it
again, this time letting the finger rest along the length of her
slit, bending the knuckle just a bit so that there was the vaguest
suggestion of impending penetration. He waited for her mouth to
resume its motion on his cock… and then he began to lightly tap his
fingers on and around the hooded button of her clit.
She screamed around his cock again, lost to
the pleasure.
Sally lifted her head from Brian’s cock and
knelt up again, her lips feeling swollen and full. Her mouth was
small, and his cock was thick, so it was a wonderful stretching
feeling for her every time she took him in her mouth. But he had
lifted her hair, ever so slightly, and she instantly obeyed, moving
her body gracefully within the ropes and cotton shift she
wore.
She did not know what would happen
next—when they’d discussed the ceremony, they had not told her of
anything past this point, though Brian and Vashte had discussed it
together at length while she and Sullivan had shared a cup of
tea.
No matter. She waited patiently, knowing
that by doing so, she was serving her master, and was therefore
happy. Her mind and presence were thoroughly in the “now” state,
and she felt ready for anything that might happen.
Except for what did
happen. Brian rose gracefully from
seiza
in a half crouch, spinning on
one knee to face Sullivan who sat in lotus, his cock jutting up
like the tail end of an incense burner. Brian knee-walked over,
keeping his legs under him as they swooped along the rug, and came
to rest directly in front of the hairy man.
Sullivan, soft and full, on the lips. Bending over, he placed an
equally full kiss in the palm of each of Sullivans hands. Finally,
with great dignity, he lowered his head slightly and opened his
lips to take in Sullivan’s cock, a formal fellating that seemed to
Sally something of a cross between an erotic caress and a military
salute.
Straightening, Brian looked into Sullivan’s
eyes, and the two of them shared a moment of intimacy brought tears
to Sally’s eyes. She stole a quick glance over to where Vashte was
chanting, and saw the tears streaming down her face and spilling
onto her erect nipples.
The beauty of the moment was so intense
that Brian thought he might burst and happily die. Sullivan held
his eyes for a moment longer, and then reached to his side, lifting
a strange, curved knife, almost like a steel claw, and offering it
to Brian.
Sally felt her stomach
twist. The blade frightened her, as did all edged and pointed
implements; she was known to be terrified of the tiny pinwheel,
even.
Surely Brian woudn’t…
where she knelt in his black harness, and placed it before her,
taking a moment to bow. She couldn’t tell if it was a bow to the
knife, or to her, or to both. He lifted it slowly, letting the
sharp point and strange serrated edge fill her vision… and suddenly
she was blind.
As the scarf was tied behind her head, she
realized that Vashte had left her seat and moved behind her. She
felt the woman’s strong arms grasp her, holding her upright, and
then heard the first terrifying sound along with a slight tug, just
for a moment, on the sleeve of the shift.
It wasn’t until the sleeve fell to the
floor next to her that she realized that the knife was so sharp it
had sliced directly through the sleeve. She had not even heard the
fabric parting. She felt him move again, and another tug… and
suddenly her left breast was half bare, the flap of cloth
fluttering against her skin with a soft kissing sensation. Another
tug, barely perceptible, and the breast was bare.
Shortly he had her almost completely naked,
but for occasional straps of cloth and the black rope that wrapped
around her. Her reduced senses were wired to such a fever pitch
that they shivered with every passing air current, and she cried
out when Vashte suddenly released her grip, leaving her suddenly
feeling very lost and alone behind the black blindfold.
Then she felt his hand on her cheek, and
knew that her Master was there. She nuzzled it, feeling it rise up
and caress her, then gasping as his thumb pulled down on her lower
lip, opening it and forcing her mouth, still swollen from going
down on him, open just slightly, the force of it somewhere between
a thrusting invasion and a deep soul kiss. She moaned again,
letting her tongue creep out and just slightly touch the soft edge
of his skin.
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