by
Jequiche
Oh, I can be a nasty evil little thing sometimes- tease? Hardly- I don’t think there’s a word in the English language for moi. No tricks, they all come willingly, each approaching me- I am not a chaser- darling I am a chasee. I prance around harmlessly always wearing black or red velvet at clubs, dancing freely- “follow me,” I say, and once they oblige they are mine.
My prisoners of lust are not here against their will; they are coherent and make their own decisions. They stay here because they need me, want to learn from me, and all they want is to please me… Devious’a.
“Follow me,” I command as we walk the long stretch of the seemingly endless hallway until we come to my favorite room. My long sheer black coat drags across the dusty floor and there is a booming sound from my heels and her boots as we walk on old wooden panel.
Hanging beads tickle our shoulders as we enter the softly lit navy painted room.
“Have a seat please.”
She accepts and asks, “So you are Devious’a- I heard about you.”
I simply listen.
“So is that your given name?” she asks.
“Yes it is, does it intrigue you?” I say.
“Yea, I mean does it mean that you are devious or its it just some foreign name?”
“What do you think?” I say with a blank face not blinking once.
She shrugs, “Well shit you look sweet and harmless to me, but I like that.”
I simply look her over once again; she seems a little rough around the edges, nothing I cant handle- I can tell that I will immensely enjoy this one.
She says, “What I think is that you’re a tease and just use the name to make people curious, I saw how you were dancing last night- I think that’s part of your whole get down.”
“Hmm,” I say dismissing her observation. “Well, are you ready for the show?”
“Shit… yea.”
“Good, I have a new poem that I just made up, do you want to hear it?”
“Sure why not?” She says as she stretches her long athletic legs across my chair lazily.
Grinning I say in a soft sensual tone, “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”
Her eyebrows perk up as she straightens her torso, “Shit… yea.”
“Ok, well I just want to make sure that you’re ok with this.”
“I’m cool with whatever ma, come on.”
I stop walking and turn to look at her right in the eyes and lick my lips.
I can tell she’s getting a kick out of this as she puts her large hands on her knees and leans forward looking at me questionably, “What? You gonna tie me up or something?”
“Actually- yes,” I says without cracking a smile, “it’s a requirement that you be restrained for the private poetry show, are you ok with that?”
“Shit… yea,” she says again.
I tell her to just sit in the chair and not to ask any questions, “you just do whatever I say, alright?” I say out-loud.
“Alright,” she says.
I frown, “I forgot to mention- no talking,” I say firmly as I cover her soft lips with tape.
I turn my back to her as I make my way over to my hidden chest.
I eye my treasure chest of toys, deciding to save the best for last. When I turn back to look at my unsuspecting prisoner she is wearing a playful face and already has her hands out in front of her as I walk over with scraps of cloth that I use for bondage.
I tie her hands behind her and each leg separately to the legs of the chair. I light my 6 special welcoming candles, grab one of my long whips clear my throat and stand in front of her- I begin:
Mmmm, baby- why don’t you, fuck me-
until ya tongue gets weak and you can’t speak anymore…
We can role-play, I can be the pimp- how bout that?
And you- you can be my whore.
I slowly lick my lips as I sway my wide hips in front of my prisoner, stroking my whip. I continue:
Mmmm, baby- why don’t you switch roles with me,
I’ll be the dom- can I have you on your knees?
You can be my soft, submissive femme little bitch-
and I can tame your little ass with my whip.
I make my way over to this helpless beautiful creature.
I slide my whip across her chest and chin as she turns to watch me walk pass her but I quickly turn and slap her face.
“Did I tell you to move? Huh?”
Silence.
I slowly walk around to the back of her chair- stopping briefly to blow on her right ear. I make my way back in front of her, untie the leg restraints- “stand up,” I say firmly. She stands and I lead her over to the dark corner…
“When I tell you to do something, I want you to do it, you hear me?”
She nods.
“Glad we have that understanding, so… I wont be having anymore interruptions will I?”
She shakes her head no. “Good…” I say.
I flip on the light switch displaying a large loop with chains attached dangling from the ceiling. I push her against the wall, “stay here,” I say as I fish through my toy chest for shackles- returning to clasp them onto her wrists, I then clip the wrist piece to the matching loop and step back to observe my work in the bright red lit corner. My prisoner looks delicious with her arms above her head hanging from my loop of lust. I remove her boots and shackle her ankles, now my work is done…
As I tread the creaky floor, I continue:
Mmmm, baby- why don’t I show you what I like,
you say you’re a sex feign right?
Well baby I can hang all night.
Why don’t we take it from this corner, to the floor,
to the counter, to the bed, to the shower, to the pool bare…
I stop pacing, I look her in the eyes, then whispering in her ear I say, “what do you think?” as I feel my heart racing, just imagining how sweet this woman is going to feel under my control.
She turns her head slightly to the side and across her face I read a sort of pleading- exactly the reaction that I had hoped for. I want her loose from bondage as much as she wants to be let loose, my kitty-kat is aching… but I have to torment this bad boi just a little while longer.
I return to my chest retrieving a large knife and proceed to cut every strand of cloth from her body. I clip my nipple clamps to her small pouty breasts and my homemade “clit killer vibrator” I clasp to her engorged clit and turn it to its highest setting as she trembles from the stimulation. I decide not to be too devious this time so I tear the tape from her mouth producing sounds of pleasure from my prisoner. I grin with excitement, “yes, mmmmm I like that, does it feel good to you baby?”
She hums a steady throaty moan, swaying back and forth dangling from my loop as the sounds from the chains echo and bounce off the stone walls.
“Ah come on baby, you can do better than that,” I say as I strike the first strong lash across her body, she moans louder this time as the chains rattle vigorously. The reactions from her excite me as I watch her juices trickle down her sweaty thighs, as she shakes from every touch of my whip.
I feel my own wetness taking over me but I cannot give her the pleasure of seeing me topple over yet, I decide to leave her for a few hours. I retrace my original journey back through the dusty hallway as I enter the first room of my store front art shop.
In the distance I can faintly hear her cries and moans so I decide to close the door- so as to block out the overwhelming, provocative sounds- so as not to entice any unsuspecting visitor I might have.
I am extremely bored as I look around the front of the shop. My weeds in the window look a bit too dry, I need to water them, I reach for the dirty pail of water and violently splash the crumbling plants. I suppose this drew attention from onlookers outside who probably heard the loud splash. I roll my eyes at the strangers as they stare… just then in walks a pair of red velvet pumps. I slowly trace the pumps to the ankles, to the legs, to the fingertips, to the arms, to the breasts, to the lips, to the face. I speak:
“Well hi there, are you here for the private poetry show?” I say with a sly grin eyeing this tall gorgeous creation of a woman as I put down the pail, wiping my hands on a nearby rag.
“Are you Devious’a?”
I simply nod.
“Then yes, I’m here for the show,” she says.
I grin widely, “Good, follow me…”
The End
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