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~gropes divi...even though she is not there~.
Birthday hugs to Ghita...nice thread by the way.
Have a good aftenoon bear...and thanks for the update.
And now...to end the week...
Final Part of Chapter II
Wes ran his tongue around her ear as she looked for
her master. As one arm continued to hold her, he
moved his other hand back around so that it was
between her and him again. He found and unzipped the
zipper of her skirt. His hand pulled and pushed the
skirt down over her full, seductive hips. He pulled
his lower body away from hers slightly and the skirt
slid the rest of her legs, pooling at her ankles. His
arm slid back around her waist and he pushed forward
against that soft ass again, unencumbered by any
material now except his own leather slacks. His mouth
still near her ear, the tone of his voice a soft but firm growl, he said, "Kick it away,
Leigh...now."
She murmured, "Oh my," as his tongue moved over her
ear, first one way and then the other. She lifted her
left leg out and then kicked the skirt away with the
right, doing as she had been told. His voice had been
soft and sure, as if the thought that she would not do
as he told her had never entered his mind. Yet
another glimpse of his dominant manner and his
self-assurance in it...and it tantalized her. She
answered his push with one of her own. She watched as
Kel now moved towards them and showed them what he had
brought. She blushed as she saw what it was and felt a tweak to both her submissive side
and her BDSM side. She turned to Wes to gauge his reaction.
The look on his face told her that he had known all along what Kel had
been digging in the bag for and her face got redder.
She felt a slight shock go through her as she realized
that they'd been talking about this for weeks...then a
rush as her brain immediately told her that of course,
they had...they were two dominant men, one of them her
partner...and they would never just attempt something
like this without a plan AND that they would not have
planned this if both of them had not wanted her. The
realization again tweaked her sexual side and made her clit pulse harder,
then harder again when she realized that they would not have planned it without
both of them knowing just how much SHE wanted it. The sight of what Kel was carrying and the realization
of why he was carrying it tweaked her submissive side further...
Wes lifted her hair and held it in the grip of his strong hand as Kel fastened the
deep purple leather "play" collar on her neck. He then attached
his golden chain leash to one of the D-rings on the collar. Her eyes widened and she
felt a slight tremor roll through her belly as she saw
Wes slowly and deliberately pull a silver chain leash from his pocked and
begin fastening it to another D-Ring on the collar. Though she
had suspected it, with their actions she now knew for
certain that this evening was not about sex alone. It
most definitely was about dominance and submission
and BDSM play also.
Kel's firm command underlined this fact..."on
your knees, My sweet babygirl. On your knees and
greet your newest dominant in a proper fashion."
She studied Kel's eyes intently and saw nothing there
but caring and encouragement and lust and his command
of her. She turned his face back to Wes and saw
nothing in his steady return gaze to unsettle her.
She looked in her master's eyes once more. She knew
that if she was to say so, everything would come to a
halt. Nothing that happened between her and Kel was
ever a total surprise, for when it came to matters of
a sexual nature or of a D/s nature, much discussion
took place before hand. Sometimes, the discussions
were of a planning nature, preparing her for things
that were to definitely take place. Sometimes, the
discussions were playful, dealing with fantasies. She
knew that at any time, something they had talked about
in these casual conversations could end up taking
place as long as they were not within her hard limits.
Yet, in either case...planned for or
'unexpected'...Kel had always left her with the power
to use her safeword to say 'no' when the circumstances
turned out to be too overwhelming for her, no matter
how hard she tried or something that she considered to be likely to harm her,
either physically or emotionally or to the depths of her spirit.
Though it had happened rarely, it
had happened. Because of Kel's actions on these
occasions...which had occurred most often when they
were starting out and learning about each other...she
was completely confident that, no matter what the
stage of play was, he would stop it if she really
needed him to. This knowledge had built her trust to
a level that her submission...her yielding of her
will...to him and to most situations he presented was done with a smile.
And usually, the situation ended up being one she
wanted, though he had taken her into a few in which
she would not have thought so at the start. This
situation was one which she knew she wanted...had fantasized and dreamt of for a long time
through his careful suggestions and skillful maneuvering of her thoughts and needs and desires.
His eyes told her that he wanted it for her, for
them...and the submissive, sexual character
he had enriched... and guided...and molded
within her wanted it for her, for him, for them all.
She smiled. Softly, she said only, "Yes, my Master.
Gladly." and slowly sank to her knees in front of Wes.
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