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“Ahhhh such arrogance. A undead thinks he can best a God. We shall see.”
OOC: Actually my first reaction will be in character for who I really am… a lecture.
Just as a note to anyone who ever finds themselves with a lover who wants to be bound… you NEVER leave them alone while they are tied up. I even go so far as to use the bathroom before binding them as I don't even like to leave them alone those few moments.I have however heard too many tales of Dominant's who step out for just a moment… or even just to another room and a bond slips and cuts off circulation doing real damage to a limb, or a breathing tube gets out of place, or the whole damn building catches on fire… whatever the case they are entirely helpless and the person who tied them in up entirely responsible for them.
In this case of course I am not really tied up, but Sinnnn knows boys are a limit for me, so that barrier is a sort of watcher that in a real life situation could mean another trusted person who can keep an eye on the bound submissive if the Dominant needs to take care of something, but doesn't want to untie the submissive.
The Dom is still 100% responsible, but they are able to trust that watcher… though I do feel the sub should be informed of that sort of change, that's just how I am.
IC:I might not see the face, but I know the voice. I can read it's passion, it's desire, it's intent, and my body readily responds. As that all too familiar touch is upon me, and I am pressed to that all too adored flesh I relax. Knowing I'm safe, knowing I'm protected. Knowing that if this is what she wants then I want it too.
“Yes my Child there is…”
OOC: but let's keep everyone in suspense
Oh Sweetpea I would never leave you alone in RL. That kind of trust is special.
The erstwhile character previously known as Zorrina finds herself accosted before she can even get to her dress. “You're not going anywhere, thief!” The palace security has apprehended her! She feels hands firmly grabbing onto her body. She sees the eyes of onlookers burning with curiosity and a murmur goes through the crowd.
A messenger is dispatched, and meanwhile the palace cop whispers in her captive's ear. “You dirty little thief. Did you think that I wouldn't notice you purloining items just because you are now naked and unmasked?” She slaps her crop hard on your bottom, leaving a reddened patch of skin. The sudden pain both shocks and excites you. To show she is serious the cop cuffs your hands behind your back before publicly frisking you, very slowly, and thoroughly, lingering inappropriately in your most sensitive areas, eliciting a gasp from you and a sudden feeling of wetness between your legs.
As the cop finishes conducting her thorough and sensual search, Dionysus arrives. “What is the meaning of this, Nemesis?”, he asks with a glint of anger in his eye. “Who dares to disturb this night of revelry?” Nemesis replies as she shoves the captured offender to her knees. “This dirty whore has been stealing from the other guests! Permission to punish, my lord?” Dionysus replies in a sonorous voice of grim judgment, “Permission granted. I will leave the means of the punishment to your capable hands, Nemesis. Nobody disturbs the enjoyment of my guests without paying a price.” Dionysus then returns to his table, surrounded by a small gathering of nubile and celebrating maenads.
OOC: Nemesis is the greek goddess of punishment.The caputured thief's humiliation now takes center stage. Nemesis parades her in front, keeping her firmly under control. Any disapproved movement is immediately chastened with a flick of the leather crop. She feels simultaneously humiliated as never before and yet excited as never before. The watching onlookers only add to her shame, her face flushes red. “Now my dirty little slut, you will learn that all misdeeds will go punished, and by my hand!” The crop flicks forward like a leatherbound snake, stinging and punishing her most tender areas. *whip* *whip* She wants to cry for it to end yet beg for it not to stop at the same time. Nemesis is a strict mistress indeed! Who will plead to Nemesis for mercy on this captive's behalf? Will nobody come to her rescue or do they feel that here the punishment fits the crime?
Ever since I was accosted and overpowered, I've been too shocked to utter a word or put up any serious resistance. At first it was due to the suddenness of the turn of events and the sheer numbers of the security team, then it was the awesome presence and mesmerizing voice of the magnificent Dionysus and finally it was the sweet, yet rough humiliation at the hands of the captivating Nemesis…
I was finally brought out of my trance-like stupor by the unexpected sharp report and accompanying sting of the leather crop on my exposed and stretched out derriere! To my dismay I discovered that it was only the first of many that followed… I squirmed as much as I could to in a completely futile atempt to escape my predicament. Eventually the whip gave way to hands… kneading, pinching, clawing, slapping, leaving a trails of redness in their wake…
Through it all my squirming continued, even intensified, though I was no longer seriously trying to escape… oh no… far from it… it was an involuntary reaction to the ministrations of my imaginative captor. Images of the delicious Nemesis and awesome Dionysus danced in my mind within my closed eyes as I braced, perhaps even yearned for whatever lay in store for me next…
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