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intimatedrksec: Chanti darling ?
Have you been able to enjoy the beautiful Spring weather, perhaps a walk in the forest setting you enjoy so much?
You always seemed to enjoy our outings together.
Love to hear from you.
intimatedrksec: chanti ... It was so much fun taking you to the country in my Jeep. The doors and roof off, the weather cooled by the recent rain .. You looked so darling in your long white shirt and panties. Your hands obediently bound behind you ..
Your face so red when cars passed us until we turned off on the barely passable township road.
Your eyes were so wide and frightened. But that is what made it exciting for you isn't it chanti?
Even in four wheel drive, Low Gear the long winding hill was so challenging .. the tires barely able to grip the loose rock and avoid the major ruts.
But it was something else wasn't it chanti ?
As the breeze blew your shirt open it gave you freedom.
And then we came to the crest of the hill overlooking the valley .. The only sound was the rippling leaves, the quietness of the setting as I helped you out of the Jeep. Your heels digging into the moist ground. How uncomfortable you must have felt.
And what awaited us the remainder of the day was sooooo stimulating wasn't it Chanti?
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intimatedrksec: The first snow flurries danced around this morning.
I wonder what the journey back to the crest of the hill would feel like for you today chanti?
The cuffs so shiny, so cold, the breeze cutting into your skin.
And me, silently watching you as you struggle, imagining that you will be able to get out of your bondage, but both of us knowing that is impossible.
As you struggle I move closer tracing your blindfolded face and watching you push to feel the warmth of my fingers, and then the feel of my lips on yours. I tease, but finally press my tongue between those hungry lips and explore the freshness.
My fingers brushing aside your half open blouse and finding the hardened points.
You want me to take you back to the cabin don't you chanti, so that you can feel the warmth of the fire on your bare flesh, your blindfold still tormenting you.
And then your acute hearing tells of others that have came as my guest to see, to touch, to torment.
Is this what you wished for in the heat of August?
You are such a darling chanti.
pelicandiving: Hmmm, Chanti has no idea what is store for her, both mentally and physically............I have experienced torment at the hands of this Woman and the fright and sexual fervor will all be worth it..........
intimatedrksec: Taking a seat on the second floor of the stylish new restaurant. Finding the perfect place to be able to watch you, to observe.
Your date, reserved the table in the center of room so that you would feel the most vulnerable. You were cheating and she wanted the anxiety to build with each second. She was already twenty minutes late and you fidgeted and sipped your wine trying to take the edge off.
But there was one thing that you were unaware of. She wasn't coming. And I was.
After watching the moments pass and your anxiety heightened I finally made my way down the first level and casually walked to your table. As I pulled the chair out next to you I casually sit, and looked into those frightened eyes.
Your lips fluttered and you started to speak, started to make some useless excuse ... I put my finger on your lips and my intense green eyes found yours. You were shivering at this point, the realization setting in like a thunderclap.
I casually pulled the room key from my pocket and laid on the table before you. You stared at it, Room 413, Dupont Hotel, just down the block.
"Courtney wanted me to give this to you chanti." I let the words set in and you shivered more, the fact that you were caught, the fact that you had chosen to betray me, to betray your vows, your promises.
I placed my hand on your knee and looked again into your eyes. And then lowered to your bare neck and you were shaking at this point.
I rose, brushed your hair from your ear, and softly whispered, "There is a price for everything chanti. As you will soon find out."
I turned and walked towards the door, my heels clicking on the pristine tile floor, each click made you jump.
chanti32: I felt so startled when you stepped in, walking casually up to my table, dressed so stylishly and so confident. I felt afraid, I wanted to hide, so terrified that my Mistress would show up while you were there scolding me. I knew I was in trouble and couldn't sit still, squirming on my seat, my eyes darting around, sensing that anyone who could see us would quickly realize how weak and dominated I was in your presence. I sat there, my head down, feeling caught, like some child who knows she is in trouble and must now contemplate punishment. For me, that will no doubt result in a harsh spanking, painful and agonizing bondage poses, being belittled, humiliated, talked down to and having to intermittently wait in shame and regret for you as you take your time, sometimes leaving me facing a corner , tied up or locked in some small cage. I try to understand how you found out about this rondezvous... how I was going to submit to yet another Domme with her own special ways to punish, expose and make me feel weak, hapless and humiliated at all times.I feel like running away. Every time I look up, I see your spiteful glare, your piercing domineering eyes. I think of running away, but know I will somehow show up where and when you told me. I just know it will be severe and that I will regret this indiscretion. And that others may be on hand to watch my punishment -- for their amusement, or perhaps as a warning to your other submissives. I cross and uncross my legs, fidgeting nervously, occasionally looking toward the door. Hoping she doesn't show up, knowing she probably doesn't know about you. I know I will stress and worry about my fate all day long as I wait for further instructions on how you want me dressed for our meeting
intimatedrksec: Oh yes chanti .. What a fantastic teaching tool for the others. Having you stand before me with the others sitting in a semi circle watching, some of them shivering. No doubt one or more of them have strayed but this is the first time that they are witnessing the consequences.
You, dressed in the same seductive outfit that you wore to the restaurant, balancing on your four inch heels your skirt not touching the top of your knees.
Your breathing so labored, your eyes unable to look into mine, knowing what you would see.
Me, looking around to each of them in turn, making sure they understand the reasons that I brought them together to meet you, to re-introduce themselves to you. Stand in front of you and feel the same anxiety and trepidation that you feel.
Giving each one of them a task. To kiss your neck, to unzip your dress, to outline your hard nipple, smiling, mocking you, not so much for what you tried to do, but for being caught. For being forced to answer for your actions, for your desires, for your needs, burning deep inside your body and mind.
Some of them enjoying their assigned duties more than others. The envious ones, wanting to make you show your weakness to hide their own.
As each article of clothing was removed, as it lay in a pile at your feet, as your tight body was shivering covered in goose bumps their own desires started showing. As your arousal grew so did theirs. Many ? Most ? wanted to be the one that I allowed to torment. To kiss, to caress, to fondle.
They all knew that was the easy part. The hard part was your ability to withstand the arousal and pleasure as it grew deep inside with each passing moment.
For you see, they know, that you are not to climax until I decide.
The ones that lower to their knees and slide their tongue up the inside of your thighs and listen to your agonizing whimper as their tongue comes so very close to your growing wetness; to the ones that rise and look into my eyes with nostrils flared and with their own hungry eyes. Begging for me to choose them to finish the task; to make you break, to watch your entire body be consumed in orgasmic release.
But they, and You, know that I want this to last. I want you to think of this evening when you choose to stray, when your body craves another woman's touch, another woman's kiss ..
As the moment races to climax you feel each of them rising and closing in, all wanting to feast, all wanting to devour, all wanting to be a part of this very important moment in your life.