Monday, July 13, 2009

Smoking Table

“Hello Ma’am, may I be of service to you?” the bitch says to me as she enters the room.  With her latex ensemble (latex thigh highs and her latex teddy) and ballerina shoes, she sways her hips from side to side attempting to get my full attention.  She looks quite tempting and delicious, but I keep my cool as I can tell this bitch will soon bring out the sadist in me.  As we talk about her upcoming duties as my property, she begins to move uncontrollably and moaning.  “What the hell is wrong with this bitch?  Is it that time of the month for her?  Does she have an itch?  Is this bitch just crazy?”  I ask myself as I looked at her bewildered and puzzled.  “Calm down bitch, you are pissing me off!”  I told her as she began to moan louder.  What else could be done in my position, besides teaching this bitch a lesson?  

As her moans elevate in sound and her breathing began to get heavier, I commanded her to lay on the bed.  However, this was not just your ordinary bed, it was a special bed.  This bed was red, adorned with hooks, and a cage comfy on the bottom.  I will admit that I flirted with the idea of placing her ass in the cage, but she would still have movement and able to move about in there; I wanted her helpless, motionless, and silent!!  The bitch obeys and gets on the bed, eager because she thought she was going to “service” me … lol .. Silly bitch

“Ma’am I am so excited to be here with you.  I have waited to be by your side for months now, but I understand you are busy, so I waited for you.  I have so much I would like to tell you ….” And she kept on and on.  At this point, I was fed up with her nonsense and was 2 seconds away from kicking her ass out.  Then I thought to myself, “Alina, there are 1001 things you can do to/with this bitch to keep her not only quiet but still too”, so I went for it … As the bitch talked away, I mentally blocked her off and began on my wondrous adventure.  As she got her last word in, I gagged her “mmmmmhmmhhhmm” was all that was heard, I can deal with that.  At this point, she was scared and had no idea what I was going to do next so she quickly reached for the edge of the bed attempting to escape, little did she know she only heightened my madness … “Where the hell do you think you’re going bitch?? Do you not understand that you will love everything I do to you and you will thank me for it later? Now lay back down before I kick your ass!!!”  Quickly she looked at me with fear and excitement in her eyes as she laid back down and prepared herself for what was to come. 

She looked at me with her smiling eyes as I walked to her with ropes in my hands.  I wanted to adorn her with the same color ropes as her clothing to make her look presentable for her task.  I began at the feet, just in case she made another attempt to escape me.  I pulled the rope to secure the restraints and she squealed, assuring me that the ropes were secured and tight, just as I like it.  I moved up to her thigh running my nails thru them building her up with both pleasure and pain … I continued on my work of art, in one hole, our another, in one hole, out another  and at this point I can see her excitement as her juices flowed all over the bed .. YUMMMM is what came to mind along with “it is time to go harder!” So I did just that.  Swaying, as she was when she entered, I walked over and got more ropes to add more fuel to the fire … As I walked back and forth and side to side, I can see her eyes following me just waiting for me to touch her skin.  For me to caress her as I did before, but I had plans for her and touching her was not part of it, at least not until I was done.  This design was called a Net, something I picked up along the way and a design I deemed appropriate for the vision I had in mind.  She moved on that bed like a whore moves in bed.  Thrusting her pelvic area in anxiety of wanting to be released and release.. But I was not giving in, the bitch pissed me off, so now she had to pay for her mistake.  As I tied the last knot, I looked at my work of art and was quite pleased.  Not only was she now silent, but she was motionless too, just as I wanted her.  The work of art with my ropes was one form of satisfaction for me, but nothing compared to the look in her eyes.  She looked perplexed, petrified, apprehensive, thankful, and fulfilled all at the same time.  That was my greatest merit.  

After finally being able to tame this wild bitch, I had a seat and prepared for a well-deserved cigarette on my new smoking table, the bitch in ropes …….

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