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Bad Nikki

bdsm visioneer 2018-11-14

Nikki sat in her dresser chair with her arms wrapped around her knees, staring at her boyfriend Eric, nurturing a copious mouthful of his semen, and contemplating her next act of devilry. Arriving late, Nikki had found Eric and Moira, drinks in hand, chatting cozily alone in a milling sea of friends and colleagues, Moira occasionally touching Eric’s arm. As she attended her fingernails, Nikki inhaled deeply, rolling Eric’s familiar essence over her tongue - a hint of seawater, a ghostly whisper of bleach, and a discordant note of bitter herbs, the presence of which meant Eric hadn’t ejaculated in days. So you get five minutes to think that beautiful cock to life.” Nikki licked her middle fingernail and lightly scratched her name across Eric’s belly, grinning at the flinching muscles and panicked breathing.

Shock Wave

bdsm visioneer 2018-11-07

The Dominatrix patiently strummed until the girl's belly convulsed, expelling visceral groans around the bit as the spasm—less an orgasm than a shock wave of inverted agony—rampaged through her body like an animal flinging itself at the bars of a cage. “You are so brave,” the Dominatrix said, seizing the girl's face in her hands. “I don't want to.” The girl shook her head like a pouting child when the Dominatrix tugged her wrist. The long-shadowed memory burst free of the Dominatrix's subconscious in jagged, blinding color, its electric glare banishing all but the little box that splayed her throbbing heart as mercilessly as her chain and leather had the girl's body.

Strawberry Epiphany

bdsm visioneer 2018-11-05

Means my beautiful boy’s got to hold that wonderful strawberry between his teeth no matter what Mistress does to him. Could’ve eaten the whole basket, but I didn’t ‘cause I was thinking how much you adore strawberries with cream. “He said you find a ripe berry, cradle it in your fingers, careful like, so you don’t bruise it, and pinch the stem between your thumb and index finger, to snap it off the vine. “Did Mistress mention cream for the strawberries? Well, since strawberries with cream is your favorite dessert, I wanted to make it special just the way you like it, but I couldn’t find any of that sweet cream you’re so fond of. Mistress knows what her boy likes, doesn’t she?

Barn Dance

bdsm visioneer 2018-10-25

Not waiting for an answer, Byron unwraps the candy, squeezes my mouth open like he’s feeding a pill to a dog, and shoves it in. “So, Tessa, you want to cut a deal?” Kisses to my shoulders and neck send erogenous currents zinging to my core, even as Byron strokes the bottom of my breast with the dreaded pin. “Four ass fucks, Tessa,” Byron says, breath surging into my ear like a raging storm tide. I roll over, straw sticking to my wet skin, to find Byron sitting on the hay bale, glistening from head to toe, diaphragm heaving, but otherwise icy calm and watching me through razor sharp eyes that aren’t yet finished with me.

Switchback

bdsm visioneer 2018-10-16

“You know it, sister,” Colleen said. “I had class, couldn’t go.” Brooke fitted a cuff to Colleen’s right ankle, pushed the leather tongue into the buckle, and snugged it. A mistake, thought Brooke at the time, but Colleen had been determined to project a nonchalant face to the girls, some of whom had voiced second thoughts. “I need to check everything,” said Phoebe, attempting to maneuver around Brooke. And now Brooke watched a sweating ectomorph she’d nicknamed Mr. Skinny ride Colleen like a cheap suit. “I didn’t think Mr. Skinny was ever gonna pop,” Brooke said as she wiped Colleen’s face and neck. Suddenly, he stopped mid-thrust, said something Brooke didn’t catch, and dribbled spit on Colleen’s ΔΣΕ lavaliere.

Strawberry Epiphany

bdsm visioneer 2018-08-17

So...we're going to be a good boy and hold it there for Mistress, aren't we? Be a nice Mistress and give my slave something to gnaw his angst into while I have my wicked way with him. Means my beautiful boy's got to hold that wonderful strawberry between his teeth no matter what Mistress does to him. "Did Mistress mention cream for the strawberries? Well, since strawberries with cream is your favorite dessert, I wanted to make it special just the way you like it, but I couldn't find any of that sweet cream you're so fond of. Because we know what happens when Mistress's feelings get hurt, don't we? Mistress knows what her boy likes, doesn't she?

Bad Nikki

bdsm visioneer 2018-05-22

Nikki sat in her dresser chair with her arms wrapped around her knees, staring at her boyfriend Eric, nurturing a copious mouthful of his semen, and contemplating her next act of devilry. Keeping it suppressed wasn't a problem, although Eric would sometimes goad her into a lover's fury because he thought his 'bad Nikki' cute as hell, especially naked. Now, Nikki played with Eric's cum, careful not to swallow, and watched the slippery patina of sweat slowly drying on his skin, thirsty for the tasty puddle in his navel. So you get five minutes to think that beautiful cock to life." Nikki licked her middle fingernail and lightly scratched her name across Eric's belly, grinning at the flinching muscles and panicked breathing.

Switchback

bdsm visioneer 2018-05-07

"I had class, couldn't go." Brooke fitted a cuff to Colleen's right ankle, pushed the leather tongue into the buckle, and snugged it. A mistake, thought Brooke at the time, but Colleen had been determined to project a nonchalant face to the girls, some of whom had voiced second thoughts. "'Fear is the mind-killer,'" Brooke said, quoting Colleen's favorite novel. "I need to check everything," said Phoebe, attempting to maneuver around Brooke. "I didn't think Mr. Skinny was ever gonna pop," Brooke said as she wiped Colleen's face and neck. Brooke toweled between Colleen's legs and checked her left ankle cuff. Suddenly, he stopped mid-thrust, said something Brooke didn't catch, and dribbled spit on Colleen's ΔΣΕ lavaliere.

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Barn Dance

bdsm visioneer 2018-02-27

Byron doesn't give a damn what I call him, and I don't need to see his face to know he's amused. Exposing my throat, I stare into Byron's face, but only his mouth is smiling. "No." I want his cock and everything attached to it and grab at his face for another kiss only to be thrust back by his left hand squeezing my throat. Byron opens his pack, takes out six chocolates, and arranges them with precision on the hay bale. Byron opens his left hand and I relax with a sigh. Byron feeds me the treat, this time kissing me when it's gone, holding my face and sucking my tongue.

Shock Wave

lesbian visioneer 2017-11-10

The perceived target of the Dominatrix's attention provoked the girl to grimaces that exposed white teeth gnawing at the leather bit. The Dominatrix patiently strummed until the girl's belly convulsed, expelling visceral groans around the bit as the spasm—less an orgasm than a shock wave of inverted agony—rampaged through her body like an animal flinging itself at the bars of a cage. Regret swelled in the Dominatrix's throat at not having removed the slip as the girl's breasts burned through the silk. "I don't want to." The girl shook her head like a pouting child when the Dominatrix tugged her wrist. The girl's resistance was like an uncut precious gem, and the Dominatrix ached to cleave away the imperfections one crystalline shard at a time.

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