She never took charge. That's why his jaw dropped when she gave him a devilish look, eyes smouldering as she headed straight up the stairs, pausing at the top and cocking her head. He stumbled a bit as he ran after her, slipping along the way.
He arrived in the door to see her lying on the fainting couch, a filmy dark fabric draped in a way that accentuated each curve. It had the slightest sheerness to it, he noted, glancing at her barely-visible nipple. Her wicked smile beckoned him, and he sauntered over, kneeling at her side.
He moved to catch her lips in his, but she turned her head, so that her lips were at his ear. "Make me cum using only your mouth" she whispered, catching him off-guard. He smirked at how brazen she was, caressing the back of her head with his hand. Suddenly her hair was clenched in his fist, and he pulled back sharply, exposing her throat.
"If that's how you're going to be.... I'll have to show you who's truly in charge, won't I?"
Her hands reached up to pull his hands free of her hair, only to be ensnared by the very strands she had intended to rescue. He took a moment, finding a short length of rope with which to secure her that way.
He stood back to admire his handiwork, obviously pleased. His hand clasped the edge of the cloth that covered her, and he pulled it off, slowly. It rolled off of her skin, a silky whisper against her nipple, he noticed. He thought it was rather pretty.
His love lay stark against the bright blue fabric, still with that naughty smile and unusual self-assuredness. He simply couldn't resist, and kissed her all over, starting at her rosy, pouty lips and moving slowly, so painfully slowly it hurt, down the length of her body.
She squirmed when the lightest touch of his lips grazed across her nipple, when his breath hit the curve of her breast... She was flushed as he made his way back up her collarbone, up the arch of her neck, and placed the lightest of them all beneath her ear where the lobe met her face. A sharp inhale told him he was winning, and he grinned madly.
His mouth descended towards her ear a second time, taking the lobe gently between his teeth. Midway through her appreciative groan, he bit down, forcing free a yelp. Now his beast had been freed, and it was hungry. His lips touched her collar bone again, teeth sinking in roughly at her throat. Nervous, she stopped breathing, looking at him with wide eyes while her pulse pattered frightenedly in his mouth. He let go, smirking before he continued his assault. A trail of red blossomed up where he touched, first kiss-biting the curve of each tit, wrapping around them in a sensuous pain that ended with a sharp nip at the tip of her nipple. The whole time she squirmed, unable to do anything with her hands tied up in her hair.
He trailed down further, sharp bites lining her torso to her bellybutton, and further. When he got between her legs, he almost lost himself, seeing her glisten in front of him. He buried his face in her, turning his predatory eyes up at her as he nuzzled the crook of the joint where hip and leg meet.
Then suddenly he was biting again, all around her thighs, beneath them, close to that spot, no that one spot he shouldn't--! Her back arched as she came without warning, semicircular marks patterning the inside of her legs and thighs, her clit in his mouth between his teeth where he bit ever-so-gently.
She panted as he rose, an indeterminate expression across her face.
"Now, who's in charge love?"
Wednesday, June 29
Wednesday, June 22
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>_>
I know the new 50 Kinds of Kink post was supposed to go up yesterday, but frankly, I've not really felt like writing the past week or so. Lots of...interesting stress has popped up. Some of it ought to be nullifying other stresses, but the human body doesn't work like that. So instead, I'll sit and stare at prompts.txt, and glare at it for a while, maybe flesh in some more details, or flesh out the prompts so I fucking HAVE SOMETHING TO GO ON (the real challenge of this is working with prompts; I hate them, I've always been terrible at writing when they're involved and goddammit they are so vague, I hate vague, I hate it so much)
I've been doing a lot of amusing, interesting video and show requests, but apparently the current layout at Lady.Spookfox is too complicated for a large portion of my prospective customers. >_> So I'm tidying up to make it look more professional, and HOPEFULLY more clear. Which also means more pages.
SO, the current page structure idea goes like this:
Home
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Rules > Will do/won't do > Etiquette(ffffffff)> Payment process > Payment options (including elaborations on vouchers because apparently something that's basically a gift card is too fucking complicated when men are hard and a giant sign declaring "NO REFUNDS YOU JACKASS")
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Services offered > Pricing
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Contact/Find me online
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Links/banners etc
can you guys think of anything else that needs to be added?
I know the new 50 Kinds of Kink post was supposed to go up yesterday, but frankly, I've not really felt like writing the past week or so. Lots of...interesting stress has popped up. Some of it ought to be nullifying other stresses, but the human body doesn't work like that. So instead, I'll sit and stare at prompts.txt, and glare at it for a while, maybe flesh in some more details, or flesh out the prompts so I fucking HAVE SOMETHING TO GO ON (the real challenge of this is working with prompts; I hate them, I've always been terrible at writing when they're involved and goddammit they are so vague, I hate vague, I hate it so much)
I've been doing a lot of amusing, interesting video and show requests, but apparently the current layout at Lady.Spookfox is too complicated for a large portion of my prospective customers. >_> So I'm tidying up to make it look more professional, and HOPEFULLY more clear. Which also means more pages.
SO, the current page structure idea goes like this:
Home
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Rules > Will do/won't do > Etiquette(ffffffff)> Payment process > Payment options (including elaborations on vouchers because apparently something that's basically a gift card is too fucking complicated when men are hard and a giant sign declaring "NO REFUNDS YOU JACKASS")
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Services offered > Pricing
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Contact/Find me online
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Links/banners etc
can you guys think of anything else that needs to be added?
Wednesday, June 15
50 Kinds of Kink: Spanking
~I'm not the one in trouble~, she sang merrily in her head as she skipped out of the room with the bucket. The Mistress of the house, also head slave, had been provoking the Master quite a bit lately, and he'd finally had enough of it. He'd sent her lady-in-waiting out to fetch cold water, and it made her completely giddy. In the whole time she'd served them, she'd never seen the Mistress punished and was ecstatic for such a rare treat!
It took her a few minutes to let the bucket fill well enough, and she was sweating from the pump by that time. While the house was modernized, the lady insisted on having a natural cistern to keep water cool, and now it would backfire! What a great day!
She lugged the bucket back into the room, to see the Mistress bent over and tied to a sawhorse. Upon hearing her maid's return, she growled in warning, only to be silenced with a swat on the backside from her mate.
In his other hand he held a simple leather paddle, two pieces of leather bound together only at the edge that met the steel handle. He bid the maid to place the bucket at the head of the sawhorse, and dramatically dropped the paddle in the water in front of his wife's glowering face.
He stared her down until he was satisfied that it had gathered enough water, and unflinchingly plunged his hand into the water, coming up with the cold, soaked paddle.
He paced around her slowly, a circle forming in the droplets from the instrument, and suddenly he struck. The weight of the leather was multiplied by the water and she yelped, turning her head to snarl at him. He quickly moved to her side, fisting his left hand in her hair and shoving her head back down.
"No."
He held her there by here hair, making multiple strokes on her ass, his speed only hampered by its unusual weight. Water splattered its cold trail along her body with each stroke, washing over her in what felt like waves at impact. Her flesh rippled in retaliation, mimicking the waves in the bucket. Each stroke left a large red welt, and strong as she was, it took only a dozen strokes before she had relaxed into the sawhorse, sobbing in submission.
"Never again sir, I promise!"
It took her a few minutes to let the bucket fill well enough, and she was sweating from the pump by that time. While the house was modernized, the lady insisted on having a natural cistern to keep water cool, and now it would backfire! What a great day!
She lugged the bucket back into the room, to see the Mistress bent over and tied to a sawhorse. Upon hearing her maid's return, she growled in warning, only to be silenced with a swat on the backside from her mate.
In his other hand he held a simple leather paddle, two pieces of leather bound together only at the edge that met the steel handle. He bid the maid to place the bucket at the head of the sawhorse, and dramatically dropped the paddle in the water in front of his wife's glowering face.
He stared her down until he was satisfied that it had gathered enough water, and unflinchingly plunged his hand into the water, coming up with the cold, soaked paddle.
He paced around her slowly, a circle forming in the droplets from the instrument, and suddenly he struck. The weight of the leather was multiplied by the water and she yelped, turning her head to snarl at him. He quickly moved to her side, fisting his left hand in her hair and shoving her head back down.
"No."
He held her there by here hair, making multiple strokes on her ass, his speed only hampered by its unusual weight. Water splattered its cold trail along her body with each stroke, washing over her in what felt like waves at impact. Her flesh rippled in retaliation, mimicking the waves in the bucket. Each stroke left a large red welt, and strong as she was, it took only a dozen strokes before she had relaxed into the sawhorse, sobbing in submission.
"Never again sir, I promise!"
Thursday, June 9
50 Kinds of Kink: Crossdressing
He glowered at the stack of clothes in his hands. She loved taking him shopping. His frame was slender for a guy, which MUST have been why she enjoyed doing this. He grumbled as he held up a shirt, her giggles from outside the door tickling his ears.
She never shopped for things in his size; Always hers. She loved it, picking out clothes she'd love to wear and forcing him to try them on. Worst of all, she bought almost everything.
He tugged his own shirt over his head, his masculine form in the mirror seemingly mocking him. He pulled the girl's shirt over his head with some effort, sighing in relief when his head popped through. He jammed the arms in the holes, wincing at the warning creak of the fabric stretching as far as it could.
He looked in the mirror, his face flushed almost to matching the pink of the shirt, decorated as a sports jersey with the number 04. He didn't even know what that meant, or if it was a random number. Not like it mattered anyway, he guessed.
He dropped his pants, and sighed in shame at the reminder of the silk panties he was wearing. "Right..." He forgot every time, the reminder making him flush at how comfortable they were, comfortable enough that he consistently forgot about them.
The last thing he had to put on was a stupid short plaid skirt. It would have been nice if -she'd- tried it on instead, but that wasn't very likely to happen. With a sigh, he resigned himself to stepping into it, chanting all the while in his head 'almost done, just this and you can go and no one will know' as his personal mantra.
The skirt fit over his hips okay, but there was difficulty in zipping it up. He gave it a harsh tug and yelped, causing an explosion of laughter from the girl outside. The muttering grew slightly harsher as he examined the zipper, paling at what he saw:
Not only had it snagged, but it had snagged in the hair on his ass. He -definitely- needed help.
Fuck.
She never shopped for things in his size; Always hers. She loved it, picking out clothes she'd love to wear and forcing him to try them on. Worst of all, she bought almost everything.
He tugged his own shirt over his head, his masculine form in the mirror seemingly mocking him. He pulled the girl's shirt over his head with some effort, sighing in relief when his head popped through. He jammed the arms in the holes, wincing at the warning creak of the fabric stretching as far as it could.
He looked in the mirror, his face flushed almost to matching the pink of the shirt, decorated as a sports jersey with the number 04. He didn't even know what that meant, or if it was a random number. Not like it mattered anyway, he guessed.
He dropped his pants, and sighed in shame at the reminder of the silk panties he was wearing. "Right..." He forgot every time, the reminder making him flush at how comfortable they were, comfortable enough that he consistently forgot about them.
The last thing he had to put on was a stupid short plaid skirt. It would have been nice if -she'd- tried it on instead, but that wasn't very likely to happen. With a sigh, he resigned himself to stepping into it, chanting all the while in his head 'almost done, just this and you can go and no one will know' as his personal mantra.
The skirt fit over his hips okay, but there was difficulty in zipping it up. He gave it a harsh tug and yelped, causing an explosion of laughter from the girl outside. The muttering grew slightly harsher as he examined the zipper, paling at what he saw:
Not only had it snagged, but it had snagged in the hair on his ass. He -definitely- needed help.
Fuck.
Friday, June 3
50 Kinds of Kink: Rituals
In her sleep she gave a quiet moan, rolling over to press her back against him. No more awake, his body responded, adjusting so that his arms held her close against his chest. His cock stirred, waking him up with it.
His eyes cracked, to see the top of her head, silky hair mussed by the pillow he'd given her last night. She gave another little squirm in her sleep, pressing her hips back against him for more contact.
His cock was the first one to notice how wet she was, its length just barely brushing against her opening as he cuddled into her warmth. Another moan, another little writhe, and the wetness coated the head of his cock. He carefully maneuvered, slipping his arm over her to just barely tease her entrance. He pulled his finger away after judging it wet enough, pressing the digit against his lips, basking in her smell and taste. He almost wanted to lap it up, but no, later.
Despite his longing, his hips pulled away from hers, giving him just enough room to wipe the juices on her less-frequently used hole, coaxing his finger in gently with her own lubrication. The next moan that came was definitely more awake, though she said nothing. She only arched her back, accentuating the swell of her hips as she offered her pert ass, more eager than she would ever otherwise admit.
He took her offering with pure glee, wrapping his hands around her hips and tugging her onto him. He pulled slowly until she was pressed fully against her, basking in the feeling of her tightness against him. A hand wrapped around to tease its fingers against her soaked cunt. She always reacted like this, every morning. In a practiced motion he put his fingers in his mouth, looking her straight in the eyes. Her blush went down to her chest, spreading further when he pressed his mouth to hers, giving her a taste of herself.
Once his lip touched hers he began pumping, hips rocking forward at the same time as he pulled her back to slam himself into her ass, whimpers of enjoyment coming from her at each stroke. It never took him long in the mornings, not with what her submission did to him. It drove him mad, and he restrained himself from biting, just for today. But oh, to feel her come around him.... He emptied a flood into her ass, rolling so that he was on top of her while still pinning her with his body. From the nightstand he drew a glass plug, the circumference the same as that of the head buried so deeply in his wife. He withdrew himself, biting his lip at the new sensitivity, and ever-so-carefully nestled the plug between her cheeks.
"Good girl," he told her, kissing the back of her head.
"Good morning, Master."
His eyes cracked, to see the top of her head, silky hair mussed by the pillow he'd given her last night. She gave another little squirm in her sleep, pressing her hips back against him for more contact.
His cock was the first one to notice how wet she was, its length just barely brushing against her opening as he cuddled into her warmth. Another moan, another little writhe, and the wetness coated the head of his cock. He carefully maneuvered, slipping his arm over her to just barely tease her entrance. He pulled his finger away after judging it wet enough, pressing the digit against his lips, basking in her smell and taste. He almost wanted to lap it up, but no, later.
Despite his longing, his hips pulled away from hers, giving him just enough room to wipe the juices on her less-frequently used hole, coaxing his finger in gently with her own lubrication. The next moan that came was definitely more awake, though she said nothing. She only arched her back, accentuating the swell of her hips as she offered her pert ass, more eager than she would ever otherwise admit.
He took her offering with pure glee, wrapping his hands around her hips and tugging her onto him. He pulled slowly until she was pressed fully against her, basking in the feeling of her tightness against him. A hand wrapped around to tease its fingers against her soaked cunt. She always reacted like this, every morning. In a practiced motion he put his fingers in his mouth, looking her straight in the eyes. Her blush went down to her chest, spreading further when he pressed his mouth to hers, giving her a taste of herself.
Once his lip touched hers he began pumping, hips rocking forward at the same time as he pulled her back to slam himself into her ass, whimpers of enjoyment coming from her at each stroke. It never took him long in the mornings, not with what her submission did to him. It drove him mad, and he restrained himself from biting, just for today. But oh, to feel her come around him.... He emptied a flood into her ass, rolling so that he was on top of her while still pinning her with his body. From the nightstand he drew a glass plug, the circumference the same as that of the head buried so deeply in his wife. He withdrew himself, biting his lip at the new sensitivity, and ever-so-carefully nestled the plug between her cheeks.
"Good girl," he told her, kissing the back of her head.
"Good morning, Master."
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