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- Sep 17, 2013
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- Markarth, Skyrim
Their kitchen was nothing modest. With it being one of Elwin’s favorite areas of the house, it was of course completely upgraded. From the double stacked ovens on one side to the to the deep white porcelain garden sink on the other, It was the perfect country kitchen. The counter tops where a white marble with thin veins of turquois running through it. A thin, one foot section of counter top separated the double ovens and the stove, a vintage gas piece with six burners. It was by far her favorite thing in that room. The cabinets were a white creamy color with thick glass panes occupying the middle, leaving everything inside them to be seen.
At this very moment, those bright white and turquois counters where covered with grocery bags of food that had ultimately been neglected to be put away by the lady of the house. Instead, there she stood, her silky deep crimson locks hanging down her back, creating a stark contrast with her black cardigan, a thick steel knife firmly in her hand, chopping away at a pile of carrots that sat before her. She had long since traded the light jeans she had worn this morning, for a pair of dark purple cotton shorts, leaving her toned legs bare. Against her left thigh was a tattoo, The Little Mermaid. It was the bright haired mermaid, sitting on a mid ocean boulder, the waves splashing around her body. It would have been a perfectly normal tattoo, if half the mermaid body hadn’t been rotted away.
Elwin’s body was fairly small. She stood at 5”4’, her hips were a medium width, not huge, but they were defiantly not thin either. Her hips curved up into her small waist which in turn brought you to her breasts. They weren’t huge, but again, they weren’t small. For a girl her size though, they may have been considered larger than would be normal. A perky c cup was what she was ‘stuck’ with. She had never enjoyed the size of her breasts, always thinking they were far too big.
A small smile curved at her lips, her eyes closed, and her narrow chin tilted up, sniffing the air as the pot. On the stove boiled the thick chicken vegetable soup she was working on. The smell was rich as if she could almost taste the flavors through the air. Her grin never left her lips even as her head tilted back down, her wrist continuing it’s movements to cut at the veg that littered her cutting board. So there she stood, finishing the task at hand, her hips swaying softly now, as if she were dancing with herself.
Post By Nosferatu:
Damien was driving home from work, when he stopped at the flower store, and the went to the grocery store to pick up some good rich red wines at the store. He got 3 bottles, he knew that they would be at least drinking 2 of those bottles. At least his lovely lady would be drinking the majority of this wine. It was all a part of his plan for tonight. Heading home he loosened his tie as he got closer to their home he knew that this evening was going to be quite a sexual and spiritual experience for the both of them.
Damien and Elwin had been dating for several years now and had quite an accomplished sexual history with each other. They both were into the BDSM and more “hardcore” interests when it came to the bedroom. Variety is the spice of life they say! But after so many years some of their favorite activities start to get dull over time. Elwin had came up with the idea of them trying a more serious approach to their sexual relationship. After so long of playing the parts of macho and sadist, she craved the this sentiment was real and the source of their pleasure.
After thinking it over and talking about all of the ideas and worked out the kinks in their plan. She wanted to be completely dominated and turned into his property. Damien thought the idea was very sexy, and so hot. But he did acknowledge the darkness that he’s going to be harshly punishing his girl for both of their satisfaction. It was a pivotal turning point for them.
Getting home he walk the door, he spoke into the house, “Hey darling…Daddy’s home.” His voice was sweet, and a little sexy; there was also a lingering sound of desire there. They had been waiting for this night all week, both of them had been getting ready for this night. Damien was 5’11 with short, straight black hair that he usually kept brushed slicked back with his sided buzzed super short. He had crystal clear blue eyes, that so often Elwin long fully gazed into them. He was fairly athletic with a lean body, but not super ripped or anything. He was more than charming and loved to tell his girlfriend how beautiful she is.
Placing the bottles of wine into the refrigerator, sneaking up to his girl wrapping his arms around her presenting her the flowers. Biting her neck, he suckled on her delicate flesh. Kissing up to her earlobes, he nibbled on them harshly whispering to her, “These flowers are for my sexy toy.” He put an emphasis on toy, he was slowly and gradually started calling her more objective names, to plant the seed that she’s not his equal. “As long as you always do what daddy says, he’ll always love you.”
Pulling away he placed the flowers on the counter, going to the fridge and opening the one of the bottles of wine, he poured his dame a rather large glass of wine. Smacking her on the ass he gave her first of many glasses of wine for the evening. He needs her to be super full after this dinner for her initiation into ‘total submission’. He promptly told Elwin he was going to go take a shower and ready himself, and to keep working on dinner. “Don’t forget, to drink up all the wine you can fit into your pretty little gullet.” It wasn’t a suggestion, it wasn’t an order, that was a threat.
Post By Andariel:
A soft curve graced Elwin’s lips, her ears perking at the sound of his rich, sweet voice. She always loved his voice. It was deep, yet not. It was perfect. A long shiver ran over her spine as she felt him behind her, his strong arms slowly curving her body, lodging between her slim waist and the counter, a bouquet of flowers held in his hand.
“Hello Daddy” whispered softly from her pale lightly glossed lips , her body leaning back into him. The flowers in his fist were beautiful. And assortment of wild flowers of different purples and blues, their petals holding gently to prickly seeded middles.
“These flowers are for my sexy toy.” He practically purred at her, or that’s how she heard it, feeling his lips at her ear. She was just full of shivering tonight as his teeth found home in her ear shortly after, his next comment putting her on edge, bringing a light bit of moister between her legs.
“As long as you always do what daddy says, he’ll always love you.” This was new to her. They had always played, but usually it was kept in the bed room. This was what she wanted, this was what she craved. His body soon left her own, abandoning the flowers against the counter top, leaving her backside cold now that it was void of his own body heat. She glanced at him as he moved to the fridge, his firm hands gripping the stainless steel handle, leaving her eyes to rake at his backside, his broad shoulders, one of the things he loved about his body.
His words were answered with a mere smile, even though he didn’t see it. Bending at the waist she opened the cabinets under the garden basin, her fingers gripping a light pastel blue vase. It was a simple cylinder with straight sides, a perfect fit for the gift she had been presented with. Her teeth found a place, firmly planted in her bottom lip as she pawed at the flowers, unwrapping the clear plastic that encased the lower bits of stem.
“These are beautiful.” She mumbled more to herself than anything as she plucked them from the wrapping. In one hand was the flowers in the other was the vase, leaning under the water, letting a soft stream flow into it before she plopped the flowers in and turned the water down. With a happy grin they were placed on the counter, her eyes lingering over them. She had always loved how thoughtful he could be, even though his nature seemed to be the complete opposite.
A light squeal fell from her lips as she felt his hand smack her ass harshly. It wasn’t as if it hurt her terribly, but it did startle her. Her body turned quickly, her eyes widely staring up at him, only to have a wide bowled wine glass thrust into her hands. She glanced at the glass of dark burgundy liquid that burrowed between her hands, her head nodding as he spoke to her, her head turning up to watch his body retreat to the stairs.
Almost reluctantly she brought the glass to her lips, a soft purr coming from her lips as it trailed smoothly down the back of her throat. After taking one more large gulp she set the glass down, almost half of it gone now. After throwing a healthy portion of mushrooms and tomatoes into the boiling pot, she set the lid on and lowered the heat, letting it’s contents simmer so she herself could get ready for dinner.
She always enjoyed dressing up. The couple had always been a bit hermitous, so she took every chance she had to dress nicely. Her dainty feet treaded softly up the stairs, the same path Damien had taken earlier, the wine glass firmly in her hand, newly filled with liquid. Their bedroom was nice and simple, a four poster bed in the middle was the only actual furniture, with white sheers wrapping around the posts and plush white bedding covering the mattress. She stepped into the closet, her ears perking at the sound of the shower still running.
Her fingers moved over the clothing, before landing on a short black silk dress. It fit her perfectly, cupping her ass in a way that made it look more luscious than it already was, ruffling at the waist making her look even slimmer, before moving up to push her breasts together, bringing an extra bit of cleavage to her body. She moved from the closet, settling her feet into a pair of black patent 4 inch heals as she left. She smiled as she walked back down the stares, feeling her crimson locks tickle at her bare back, feeling the backless dress covering only up to just above her ass crack.
A long moan came from her lips as she took another long sip of the burgundy liquid before setting it in her own dinning place. The table had already been set, one spoon, two forks, sitting on either side of the white plates she had set out. A wine glass and a tall clear cylinder glass sat above the plate. Elwin’s tongue ran over her bottom lip as she dished out the hearty stew she had been working on bits of chicken and vegetables sitting in a pile surrounded by a delicious broth. She quickly set his bowl in his spot, before leaving one in her own, knowing he would be down shortly. Her hands shakily grabbed the open bottle of wine, moving to his side, pouring a fair amount into his glass before topping off her own, feeling her bladder ache softly as she took another drink.
Her heals tapped softly as she moved back to the kitchen having left the wine bottle on the table, knowing she would be topping off the bottle before dinner was over. It was fair to say she was the wine drinker in the relationship. A tiny grin graced her lips as she busied herself with a loaf of bread, cutting off slices, and a large salad bowl, just waiting for Damien to come see her once more.
At this very moment, those bright white and turquois counters where covered with grocery bags of food that had ultimately been neglected to be put away by the lady of the house. Instead, there she stood, her silky deep crimson locks hanging down her back, creating a stark contrast with her black cardigan, a thick steel knife firmly in her hand, chopping away at a pile of carrots that sat before her. She had long since traded the light jeans she had worn this morning, for a pair of dark purple cotton shorts, leaving her toned legs bare. Against her left thigh was a tattoo, The Little Mermaid. It was the bright haired mermaid, sitting on a mid ocean boulder, the waves splashing around her body. It would have been a perfectly normal tattoo, if half the mermaid body hadn’t been rotted away.
Elwin’s body was fairly small. She stood at 5”4’, her hips were a medium width, not huge, but they were defiantly not thin either. Her hips curved up into her small waist which in turn brought you to her breasts. They weren’t huge, but again, they weren’t small. For a girl her size though, they may have been considered larger than would be normal. A perky c cup was what she was ‘stuck’ with. She had never enjoyed the size of her breasts, always thinking they were far too big.
A small smile curved at her lips, her eyes closed, and her narrow chin tilted up, sniffing the air as the pot. On the stove boiled the thick chicken vegetable soup she was working on. The smell was rich as if she could almost taste the flavors through the air. Her grin never left her lips even as her head tilted back down, her wrist continuing it’s movements to cut at the veg that littered her cutting board. So there she stood, finishing the task at hand, her hips swaying softly now, as if she were dancing with herself.
Post By Nosferatu:
Damien was driving home from work, when he stopped at the flower store, and the went to the grocery store to pick up some good rich red wines at the store. He got 3 bottles, he knew that they would be at least drinking 2 of those bottles. At least his lovely lady would be drinking the majority of this wine. It was all a part of his plan for tonight. Heading home he loosened his tie as he got closer to their home he knew that this evening was going to be quite a sexual and spiritual experience for the both of them.
Damien and Elwin had been dating for several years now and had quite an accomplished sexual history with each other. They both were into the BDSM and more “hardcore” interests when it came to the bedroom. Variety is the spice of life they say! But after so many years some of their favorite activities start to get dull over time. Elwin had came up with the idea of them trying a more serious approach to their sexual relationship. After so long of playing the parts of macho and sadist, she craved the this sentiment was real and the source of their pleasure.
After thinking it over and talking about all of the ideas and worked out the kinks in their plan. She wanted to be completely dominated and turned into his property. Damien thought the idea was very sexy, and so hot. But he did acknowledge the darkness that he’s going to be harshly punishing his girl for both of their satisfaction. It was a pivotal turning point for them.
Getting home he walk the door, he spoke into the house, “Hey darling…Daddy’s home.” His voice was sweet, and a little sexy; there was also a lingering sound of desire there. They had been waiting for this night all week, both of them had been getting ready for this night. Damien was 5’11 with short, straight black hair that he usually kept brushed slicked back with his sided buzzed super short. He had crystal clear blue eyes, that so often Elwin long fully gazed into them. He was fairly athletic with a lean body, but not super ripped or anything. He was more than charming and loved to tell his girlfriend how beautiful she is.
Placing the bottles of wine into the refrigerator, sneaking up to his girl wrapping his arms around her presenting her the flowers. Biting her neck, he suckled on her delicate flesh. Kissing up to her earlobes, he nibbled on them harshly whispering to her, “These flowers are for my sexy toy.” He put an emphasis on toy, he was slowly and gradually started calling her more objective names, to plant the seed that she’s not his equal. “As long as you always do what daddy says, he’ll always love you.”
Pulling away he placed the flowers on the counter, going to the fridge and opening the one of the bottles of wine, he poured his dame a rather large glass of wine. Smacking her on the ass he gave her first of many glasses of wine for the evening. He needs her to be super full after this dinner for her initiation into ‘total submission’. He promptly told Elwin he was going to go take a shower and ready himself, and to keep working on dinner. “Don’t forget, to drink up all the wine you can fit into your pretty little gullet.” It wasn’t a suggestion, it wasn’t an order, that was a threat.
Post By Andariel:
A soft curve graced Elwin’s lips, her ears perking at the sound of his rich, sweet voice. She always loved his voice. It was deep, yet not. It was perfect. A long shiver ran over her spine as she felt him behind her, his strong arms slowly curving her body, lodging between her slim waist and the counter, a bouquet of flowers held in his hand.
“Hello Daddy” whispered softly from her pale lightly glossed lips , her body leaning back into him. The flowers in his fist were beautiful. And assortment of wild flowers of different purples and blues, their petals holding gently to prickly seeded middles.
“These flowers are for my sexy toy.” He practically purred at her, or that’s how she heard it, feeling his lips at her ear. She was just full of shivering tonight as his teeth found home in her ear shortly after, his next comment putting her on edge, bringing a light bit of moister between her legs.
“As long as you always do what daddy says, he’ll always love you.” This was new to her. They had always played, but usually it was kept in the bed room. This was what she wanted, this was what she craved. His body soon left her own, abandoning the flowers against the counter top, leaving her backside cold now that it was void of his own body heat. She glanced at him as he moved to the fridge, his firm hands gripping the stainless steel handle, leaving her eyes to rake at his backside, his broad shoulders, one of the things he loved about his body.
His words were answered with a mere smile, even though he didn’t see it. Bending at the waist she opened the cabinets under the garden basin, her fingers gripping a light pastel blue vase. It was a simple cylinder with straight sides, a perfect fit for the gift she had been presented with. Her teeth found a place, firmly planted in her bottom lip as she pawed at the flowers, unwrapping the clear plastic that encased the lower bits of stem.
“These are beautiful.” She mumbled more to herself than anything as she plucked them from the wrapping. In one hand was the flowers in the other was the vase, leaning under the water, letting a soft stream flow into it before she plopped the flowers in and turned the water down. With a happy grin they were placed on the counter, her eyes lingering over them. She had always loved how thoughtful he could be, even though his nature seemed to be the complete opposite.
A light squeal fell from her lips as she felt his hand smack her ass harshly. It wasn’t as if it hurt her terribly, but it did startle her. Her body turned quickly, her eyes widely staring up at him, only to have a wide bowled wine glass thrust into her hands. She glanced at the glass of dark burgundy liquid that burrowed between her hands, her head nodding as he spoke to her, her head turning up to watch his body retreat to the stairs.
Almost reluctantly she brought the glass to her lips, a soft purr coming from her lips as it trailed smoothly down the back of her throat. After taking one more large gulp she set the glass down, almost half of it gone now. After throwing a healthy portion of mushrooms and tomatoes into the boiling pot, she set the lid on and lowered the heat, letting it’s contents simmer so she herself could get ready for dinner.
She always enjoyed dressing up. The couple had always been a bit hermitous, so she took every chance she had to dress nicely. Her dainty feet treaded softly up the stairs, the same path Damien had taken earlier, the wine glass firmly in her hand, newly filled with liquid. Their bedroom was nice and simple, a four poster bed in the middle was the only actual furniture, with white sheers wrapping around the posts and plush white bedding covering the mattress. She stepped into the closet, her ears perking at the sound of the shower still running.
Her fingers moved over the clothing, before landing on a short black silk dress. It fit her perfectly, cupping her ass in a way that made it look more luscious than it already was, ruffling at the waist making her look even slimmer, before moving up to push her breasts together, bringing an extra bit of cleavage to her body. She moved from the closet, settling her feet into a pair of black patent 4 inch heals as she left. She smiled as she walked back down the stares, feeling her crimson locks tickle at her bare back, feeling the backless dress covering only up to just above her ass crack.
A long moan came from her lips as she took another long sip of the burgundy liquid before setting it in her own dinning place. The table had already been set, one spoon, two forks, sitting on either side of the white plates she had set out. A wine glass and a tall clear cylinder glass sat above the plate. Elwin’s tongue ran over her bottom lip as she dished out the hearty stew she had been working on bits of chicken and vegetables sitting in a pile surrounded by a delicious broth. She quickly set his bowl in his spot, before leaving one in her own, knowing he would be down shortly. Her hands shakily grabbed the open bottle of wine, moving to his side, pouring a fair amount into his glass before topping off her own, feeling her bladder ache softly as she took another drink.
Her heals tapped softly as she moved back to the kitchen having left the wine bottle on the table, knowing she would be topping off the bottle before dinner was over. It was fair to say she was the wine drinker in the relationship. A tiny grin graced her lips as she busied herself with a loaf of bread, cutting off slices, and a large salad bowl, just waiting for Damien to come see her once more.