MAKING OF A GIRL

HERS

RUB DOWN

He watched her cross the room and lay on the table with a shy blush to her cheeks.  The lotion warmed in his hand as he rubbed them together while his eyes took in every curve of her slender body.  He smiled at her, but that only made her blush more and turn away.

"Relax," he said in firm tone.  "I will take good care of you."

"Thank you, S..." She stopped herself, but his mind raced.  She laid back on the soft massage table and closed her eyes.  He couldn't help but notice the firm protrusion of her nipples underneath the small bikini top.  His hands touched her legs and her breath caught in her chest.  It was fleeting, but there.  As his hands worked down her smooth skin, the pressed firmly, caressing the muscles to work away the tension.  He could feel her body melting under his touch which only made his interest grow.

He took her foot in his hands, his tumbs pressing into the arches as they kneaded them in small circles.  Her eyes were still closed which allowed him to watch the rise and fall of her chest as her breathing changed.  It also allowed him to slowly shift and pull at her leg, opening them to give a view of her barely covered mound.  The tiny bikini did little to hide the shape of her lips, or the small wet spot that was forming. 

He took the time to lift her feet high as he worked them, letting his breath brush across the tips of her toes.  She bit her lip and dug her nails across the padding of the table.  Her body was becoming responsive to him, and he knew he had to have her.

Moving along her legs again, paying some attention to her calves, as he crept his way up to her thighs once more.  Then, pulling one leg over the other, the turned her onto her stomach.  Starting at her heel, he caressed her calves and thighs with his strong hands.  Her hips rocked a bit as his hands found their way up her thighs.

Sensing his opportunity, he climbed up on the table and laid his weight down onto her legs.  Pinning her there beneath him as his hands gripped her round ass.  Her arms moved forward, gripping the edge of the table as she buried her head in the pillow and stifled a moan.  It was barely audible, but it was there.  His fingers dug into her fleshy cheeks, working them while his bulge pushed against her thigh.  He knew she could feel it, it was risky but worth it when she pushed just a bit against him.

With a devil's grin he slapped her ass, watching the smooth skin turn pink.  She sucked in a deep breath and moaned out Sir, confirming what he felt the moment he saw her.  His fingers returned to working her flesh, thumbs teasing her tiny bud in light little strokes that made her entire body tremble.

He moved up farther now, becoming bolder as he applied more oil and began rubbing it in.  Her skin reflected the light as he worked the fragrant potion into her flesh.  He caught the string of her bikini top, untying it and pulling it from beneath her.  She arched up, letting it be taken from her without a fight.  He saw her breast for a moment, those nipples hard as diamonds as they dangled above the table before she laid down again.  He massaged her shoulders and neck, feeling her completely relax under his control.

Without a word exchanged between them now, he slide his hands down her sides, hooking his thumbs in the straps of her bikini.  Her body lifted, knowing what he wanted and giving it to him.  Those tiny bottoms slipped off easily, leaving her naked before him.  The blush in her cheeks gone now.  She no longer appeared a shy girl.  She had the look of a lustful woman who knew what was needed of her.

He pulled her up, looking her in the eyes as his hand found the back of her neck.  Holding her there, eyes locked on each other as the moment hung in the air.  The unspoken vow suddenly sealed with a kiss as he pulled her to him.  Their lips meeting in parted groans as he asserted his dominance.  His weight pushed her legs apart as her arms wrapped around his shoulders.  Their tongues battled in a heated exchange while his hands moved across her curves.  

She was his now, and he might never let her go.

Story by: mystermitch resident

Photos by:  mystermitch resident

Furniture used: ::WS:: Happy Endings Massage Table

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Review time

Hey gang.  It's been a while since I did a review so I thought I'd take a bit and go over the ::WS:: Deviant Pipe.  I got to use it in a story recently and maybe a time or two since then.  Gotta say, it's perfect for a little dark alley capture RP.

The pipe itself is simple in appearance, which is a benefit.  You can rez it out and slap it almost anywhere.  In an alley, dungeon, basement... anywhere that is suitable for your RP fun.  The quality itself is up to the normal standards of ::WS::.  IF you ask me, where it excels is being smart enough not to over do it.  It would be simple to try to hard with a piece that should be dedicated to blending into an environment.  There is even leaking from the pipe that can be adjusted, though I didn't try that out.

The Deviant Pipe has menus for M/f, F/f, and F/m.  Plenty of selection to choose from.  The animations works smoothly for me and were quite perfect for rough capture RP.  The Femdom and Maledom animations should make anyone quite happy.  The animations go from soft and tame to some pretty hard core punishment and humiliation.  Even the aftercare is worth taking a look.  I really think ::WS:: has stepped it up with their animations in recent history.  There are even poses for solo male and female based on RP. 

The RLV options and support work well and have several things to choose from, including capture, recapture and time clock.  As always with the ::WS:: furniture, it's Xcite, Aeros, Sensations, and It's Not Mine supported.

I am happy to say that this is a piece that will find its way into quite a lot of RP on the SIM I play at.  ::WS:: has done an excellent job all the way around with this one.  It is less extreme than a few of their other RP pieces, such as the Cum Dispenser and Impaler, but easily one of the best in the dungeon line releases, in my opinion.

So for the verdict.. I give the ::WS:: Deviant Pipe at whopping 4.5 cocks up.  The team should be proud of this one and it should find it's way into many a happy dungeon or urban RP SIM near you.

Thanks again and keep those freak flags flying.

Mitch

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OBEY

He crossed to her with his arms crossed over his chest. His anger boiled in the pit of his stomach when he looked at her. The temptress who dared to try and break him. Oh she had come close, but she had failed. He would show her tonight just how he dealt with those who tried to take away his power.

“Have you decided to apologize yet?” He looked down at her, she was on her hands and knees in front of the machine. It had been a while since he had used it, but this was the perfect chance to try it again. He had placed her there an hour ago, left her with the only one instruction. Don't move.

“I have nothing to apologize for, Sir.” Her arms and legs trembled, but her face was defiant. She never could accept her own mistakes.

“You play games with me and you get punished. Your apology could spare you some discomfort.” He moved to the cabinet and pulled out the flogger. She glanced back and him and he saw her bite her lip. Even from here he knew she had trembled.

“No Sir. I wont apologize.” Her arms lowered just a bit, raising her ass in anticipation of what was to come.

He draped the leather across her back, letting the tips brush back and forth across her skin lightly, awakening the nerves to make them more sensitive. Spinning his arm, he brought the flogger down across her back with a low slapping sound of the strands as the hit her flesh. The pink trails across her skin showing him just where they struck.

“Fuckkkk..” Her had fell down, breath caught in her throat as he saw the pain displayed in her clenched fists.

The second and third hits fell across her thighs and ass. She didn't speak this time, but her body shook and he could see the tear that streaked along her cheek. He took the handle of the flogger and rubbed it along the soft mound of her panties. The woman flinched, then pushed harder against it.

“Do you have anything to say?”

She shook her head but didn't make a sound through her clenched teeth. Over the next minutes he delivered strike after strike across her hips, ass, thighs, and back. Her flesh looked as if on fire when he stopped at last. She sobbed but raised back up on her arms and legs. He admired her defiance, but he still knew she was wrong.

Turning her around, gripping her jaw and digging his fingers in to part her lips and teeth, he guided the machine's outstretched dildo into her mouth. She began to suck it, though he wasn't sure if she did so out of desire to please, a need to be naughty, or fear of getting flogged again. The sounds of her slurping and sucking filled the room as his hand gripped her hair and pushed her farther along. She gagged frequently and the tears slowed but did not stop. He took great pleasure in hearing the gasps as she fought to breathe and way her breasts looked covered in her dripping saliva.

“Do you have anything to say to me now?” His eyes burned with lust for the body before him, but he could not give her that satisfaction.

“I didn't do anything wrong, Sir. Everything I did, I did for you.” Her breathing was ragged and her face was wet with tears.

He repositioned her once more, pulling her panties down to her knees. “Then you will need a bit more encouragement.” The extended toy brushed along her soft, puffed out lips before he moved her back, letting just the head push into her inner walls.

“Oh god, Sir. Can't I just have you?” her look pleaded, but he would not give her that. Not until she understood.

The lever moved in his hand and the machine came to life with the clanking and whirring sound of gears and motion. The dildo pressed deep into her swollen sex and she moaned out into the night. He smiled to himself. It was the lowest setting, and they had plenty of night left. He would get his apology, or her obedience.

Story by: mystermitch resident

Photos by: mystermitch resident

Furniture used: ::WS:: Training Machine

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THE PIPE

She lay there in the dark, the metal restraints fastened securely around the metal pipe as her body trembled in the cold, damp air.  Time had lost meaning, she wasn't sure if she'd been there for hours or days.  Each sound brought a rush of color to her cheeks and then the disappointment when he didn't come through the door.  Was this the path she wanted?  Was it going to make her happy?

The light flooded into the room for a moment and she strained her eyes to see the outline of the figure before the door closed behind it again.  She allowed her eyes to adjust slowly and listened to him move around her, inspecting her in the dim light.

His hand pulled her up to her knees, the metal cuffs dinked against the sturdy pipe as she rested her had down on her forearms.  Those rough hands caressed her legs and thighs, then up to her back.  He took his time exploring her body and she felt the embarrassment give way to a growing need.  Goosebumps formed across her body as he traced his hands across her flesh.  Her outfit had been meant to entice the men at the club, so it hid little in this bent over position. 

She let out a loud screech of surprise when his hand slapped across the round cheek of her ass.  It was followed by several others, turning the pale white flesh pink and warm.  She bit her lip to stifle the moans that would have escaped but she knew he could see the dampness of her panties and her face flushed as red as her sore ass cheek.

"I can't believe how lucky I was.  You know I almost left that club a few minutes before you arrived?"  His voice was strong and deep.  As he spoke his fingers ran down her legs, pushing them apart so her musky pussy could feel the air cooling across her dampened panties.  "One more drink is all it took to change both of our worlds."

She trembled, her back arching as his fingertips traced the length of her slit through the lace thong.  It wouldn't hide anything from his gaze.  He leaned in and bit the cheek of her ass and this time she didn't contain her moan.

"My my."  His fingers worked her lips apart through the fabric, finding her clit and grinding in it in short, teasing strokes.  "Someone seems happy we met as well."

"Yes Sir."  Her cheeks flushed again but she knew she found something that she had been looking for.  Something those normal club boys just couldn't even come close to.

He toyed with her for a bit longer.  Pushing the panties to the side and running his fingers through the nectar he found coating her sweet sex.  He took a small lick off one finger then offered the other to her.  "I was right, you are delicious."  She sucked in those fingers eagerly.  The taste of her arousal was a familiar treat.  It was one of those tastes she enjoyed with lovers or on her own.  Her tongue swirled over his digits and he stood. 

Taking his hand away as she finished the last of his sample, leaving her licking her lips and looking up at him.  She twisted and sat down on the hard brick floor.  Her eyes widening as he unzipped his zipper and freed himself for her inspection.   He took her hair and pulled her until her arms pulled hard against the cuffs.   Pushing almost half of himself into her mouth as they locked eyes.  The gagging sensation overtook her, but she didn't pull away.  Not that she could have with his hand firmly on the back of her head. 

The tears fell down her face as he began to use her there.  He would think the were tears from being choked by his aching member being forced deeper, but she knew those tears were happy tears at finding her place at last.

Story by: mystermitch resident

Photos by: mystermitch resident

Furniture used: ::WS:: Deviant Pipe

https://marketplace.secondlife.com/p/WS-Deviant-Pipe/16076687

THEIR TIME

 His fingers moved over the smooth flesh of her body happily.  He had been waiting a long time to have his girl to himself, and he hated to be kept waiting.  The contrast between the delicateness of her skin and his rough palm mirrored the differences between the two of them perfectly.  Even the way her body responded to his touch was elegant.  Small trembles, light moans, goosebumps that would rise and fall like armies of tiny worshipers all offering themselves to his service.

Such a contrast to his dark needs.  He checked the binds that secured her to the bed.  It's thick wood and reinforced frame built specifically for his needs.  The chains always told the story of desire when they chimed out with the motions of his woman.   His eyes danced with fire when he lit the candle.  Letting it heat the was as he brushed the cool end along her inner thighs.  She bit her lip, stifling what would have been the first true unlady like moan to escape her lips all night.

The first heated drops of wax dripped down into a trail moving up her thigh.  Gasps escaped her clenched teeth and her back rose from the bed in a perfect arch.  THe chains pulled tight, their clinking filling the room as she struggled against them. He let a few more heated drops fall into the crease of the thigh, a breath from her thinly covered mound.  He could already see the moisture gathering there, turning the fabric dark where her lips pushed against it.

 The other leg went very much the same way.  Her body glowed in the light of the candle and he felt his cock firm with every sound the wax drew from those luscious lips.  They called to him and he lowered himself, slipping his tongue across them as her breath warmed his lips.  He pulled back as her own tongue pushed out to meet his.  Teasing her, not giving her that satisfaction just yet.

Setting the candle on the bedside, his fingers began exploring her again.  Kneading the flesh of her legs, tickling her sides in light caress, igniting her nerves as he rolled her covered nipples beneath his thumbs to feel them harden.  Her eyes caught sight of his growing bulge and she licked her lips.  Blushing bright red when she realized he had seen her.

He cupped her breast a bit more firmly now, fingers trapping her nipple between them as he held her still and brushed his fingers lightly along her covered lips.  The fabric was damp and warm, clinging to her every fold now as he teased his fingertips up and down their soft surface.  The clink of the chains spoke again as she pulled and groaned.

Their eyes met and locked together.  Both reflected the other's desire as he continued to explore her through the thin, wet silk of her teddy.  She dug her heels into the bed and pushed up, spreading farther for him, giving him access to her body. 

He found her hardening little button.  Her eyes closed, head whipped back as the sounds erupting from her throat made his cock swell and ache in his briefs.  That swollen bundle of nerves pushed back up against his fingers as he ground the back and forth across the wet silk covering.  Her breathing quickened with every tease, heart raced in response to every grind.

He brushed the hair from her face, stroking her cheek as he toyed with her.  He knew it was close.

Pushing the thin fabric to the side at last, he pushed his fingers along those damp inner folds until they were wrapped in warm, wet flesh that squeezed them tight like a vice.  She screamed out in ecstasy, calling out his name, wanting him not to stop, to give her more, faster, harder, whatever he wanted.

He bent down, kissing her neck as he worked his fingers against her inner walls.  Feeling them spasm around his digits and flood the bed with the first earned nectar of the night.  He held her, feeling her tremble and pant against him as she fought to regain her composure, just so he could ruin it again.



Story by: mystermitch resident
Photos by: mystermitch resident
Furniture used:  ::WS:: BDSM Bed
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