It's All In The Books

I'm just a History Professor trying to make his way through life. I'm a long way from my home in Scotland, but I'll make the best of my time here. If you want to sit and have coffee, my name is Lewis. [[This is an independent oc rp. Mun and Muse are 18+. Will rp smut (no one under 18 though). FC is Ewan McGregor, and I do not own any gifs]]

[a-scottish-historian]

Taken

[cheryl1967-deactivated20200904]

a-scottish-historian:

cheryl1967:

She made the mistake of opening her eyes and looking directly into that predatory gaze of his.  Staring like a deer in the headlights, she whimpered softly as she tugged weakly at the straps holding her down.  A small moan escaped her throat as she felt his arousal between her legs, teasing her.  

Without meaning to, she tilted her pelvis up toward him, just a bit, as if in need.  She could feel the arousal in her veins, her muscles tensing up, half in fear and half with a desire that she could not explain. 

When she stared back up at him, he stalked down back at her in his gaze, taking her gaze in as he looked her in the eyes, bearing into her as he kept slowly moving his member up and down her soaked pussy lips, going between them now to travel up and down her, gently hitting her clit every time. As he bore into her eyes, he grinned, hungrily.

“I knew you were perfect when I saw you, already horny in the bar. You’re going to love this,” he grinned down at her, now slowly moving his member so that it was pressed against her hole, knowing once it slipped in it would be easy from how slick she was. “And you know it, don’t you slut. You know deep down, you want this. You want someone to enslave you.”

His gaze was mesmerizing, almost hypnotic, and she found herself ceasing all attempts to break free, her muscles tense but still.  The feel of him against her wet core sent electric thrills through her bloodstream.  Her heart pounded in her ribcage, and she breathed faster and harder through her nose as her pelvis slowly lifted to line up with his tip.  @a-scottish-historian​

[a-scottish-historian]

This time, he feels her pelvic slowly lift up to meet his member and his grin gets larger, his eyes going wild now as he stared down at her. Yes, she was perfect. She was already acting her part. He knew she’d take it to heart in no time. He wouldn’t even need to break her, she’d just succumb to her desires herself, he was sure. She was a slut, and both of them knew it.

Noticing her breathing, he told her gently, positioning himself, “deep breaths, pet. You’re going to be marked.” Then, he pushed in, not too fast, but not slow either. He let out a deep and long groan, feeling his own lungs become breathless as he took in the feeling of her around him, his chest almost becoming tight with the good feeling. “Fuck, you feel good.”

[angstmemes]

The first person to send me "Got you!" will have my muse tied up to a chair in their basement, completely at their mercy.

[a-scottish-historian]

Taken

[cheryl1967-deactivated20200904]

a-scottish-historian:

cheryl1967:

It was so easy to simply lie back and let him take the lead.  To listen to his low, sexy voice, telling her how much pleasure she was about to receive.  There was something strangely exciting about being so helpless, tied down at the whim of a man who intended to give her pleasure with no way to stop him.  It did things to her, things she’d never imagined she could feel.

And then she heard him unbuckling his pants, and her eyes flew wide open.  It was about to happen, and she panicked.  She thrashed and writhed in her bonds, screaming into the gag for help. 

Seeing her start to act up again, in fear, he shook his head and made a ‘tut-tut’ sound with his tongue, letting his pants hit the ground. Still in his underwear, he moved to pull off his shirt, showing off his chest. Looking down, his cock was easy to see strained against his underwear, but he pulled down the boxers, finally letting it bob freely. 

Looking at her again, moving onto the bed between her legs he told her, leaning over her to whisper in her ear, “love, this is going to hurt more if you fight.” He moved his hand to trace through her hair a little, a gentle gesture but his eyes were filled with a lust, almost like a predator to a prey. He didn’t need to gag her, no one would hear her anyway, but he did love how she looked gagged, completely helpless like this. Moving his tip to her entrance, just setting it outside to let her feel, he almost groaned as he felt her wetness. He looked down at her and commented, “but perhaps you like a fight, maybe it turns you on more, like the true slut you are.” He gave her a smile, gently moving his member up and down her wet slit.

She made the mistake of opening her eyes and looking directly into that predatory gaze of his.  Staring like a deer in the headlights, she whimpered softly as she tugged weakly at the straps holding her down.  A small moan escaped her throat as she felt his arousal between her legs, teasing her.  

Without meaning to, she tilted her pelvis up toward him, just a bit, as if in need.  She could feel the arousal in her veins, her muscles tensing up, half in fear and half with a desire that she could not explain.  @a-scottish-historian​

[a-scottish-historian]

When she stared back up at him, he stalked down back at her in his gaze, taking her gaze in as he looked her in the eyes, bearing into her as he kept slowly moving his member up and down her soaked pussy lips, going between them now to travel up and down her, gently hitting her clit every time. As he bore into her eyes, he grinned, hungrily.

“I knew you were perfect when I saw you, already horny in the bar. You’re going to love this,” he grinned down at her, now slowly moving his member so that it was pressed against her hole, knowing once it slipped in it would be easy from how slick she was. “And you know it, don’t you slut. You know deep down, you want this. You want someone to enslave you.”

[a-scottish-historian]

Taken

[cheryl1967-deactivated20200904]

a-scottish-historian:

cheryl1967:

His voice was almost mesmerizing, just low and soft enough to make the thought of obeying and pleasuring him sound like a wonderful thing.  She whined into the gag again as his fingertips ghosted over the skin of her stomach.  It was almost as if he was hypnotizing her into accepting a life of sexual slavery.  After all, life was difficult…..and he did promise to take care of her…..

Her relaxation dissipated and was quickly replaced with embarrassment as he uncovered and discovered her arousal.  She knew it was going to happen.  Her eyes filled with shameful tears as she squeezed her eyes shut and turned her head, trying to bury her face in the pillow.  She let out a yelp as he slid his finger into her core, then moaned as he drew circles inside of her.  

Hearing her moan, he grinned as he looked up at her, his other hand holding her thigh as his fingers kept moving in her wet slit. He told her, “my, my, you really enjoy this. You like the thought of this, becoming my little sex toy, becoming all mine…what a good little slut you are.” He grinned down at her, still circling inside her to help tease her and make her wetter. “No need to be embarrassed, slut. I knew that you were a good one, a horny one, when I saw you and boy was I right. You should listen to your pussy, darling. No need to be embarrassed by it, it’s showing what you truly want and who you are. And what you are seems to be a woman who wants to be taken care of, to live a life of pleasure. With me, you’ll get that.” He gave her a grin before he moved his finger out of her after pushing it in a big farther before he moved to take off his shirt, beginning to undue his pants.

It was so easy to simply lie back and let him take the lead.  To listen to his low, sexy voice, telling her how much pleasure she was about to receive.  There was something strangely exciting about being so helpless, tied down at the whim of a man who intended to give her pleasure with no way to stop him.  It did things to her, things she’d never imagined she could feel.

And then she heard him unbuckling his pants, and her eyes flew wide open.  It was about to happen, and she panicked.  She thrashed and writhed in her bonds, screaming into the gag for help.  @a-scottish-historian​

[a-scottish-historian]

Seeing her start to act up again, in fear, he shook his head and made a ‘tut-tut’ sound with his tongue, letting his pants hit the ground. Still in his underwear, he moved to pull off his shirt, showing off his chest. Looking down, his cock was easy to see strained against his underwear, but he pulled down the boxers, finally letting it bob freely. 

Looking at her again, moving onto the bed between her legs he told her, leaning over her to whisper in her ear, “love, this is going to hurt more if you fight.” He moved his hand to trace through her hair a little, a gentle gesture but his eyes were filled with a lust, almost like a predator to a prey. He didn’t need to gag her, no one would hear her anyway, but he did love how she looked gagged, completely helpless like this. Moving his tip to her entrance, just setting it outside to let her feel, he almost groaned as he felt her wetness. He looked down at her and commented, “but perhaps you like a fight, maybe it turns you on more, like the true slut you are.” He gave her a smile, gently moving his member up and down her wet slit.

[a-scottish-historian]

Taken

[cheryl1967-deactivated20200904]

a-scottish-historian:

cheryl1967:

She felt like she was in a dream, having an out-of-body experience, whatever it was that it was called—dissociation?—as his words and actions swirled together in her head, refusing to make sense.  Slowly, ever so slowly, her mind began to clear and a few facts fitted together in her brain, advising her of her situation.  This man had taken her.  No one knew where she was.  He was going to keep her captive here, rape her, touch her, and never let her go.

She whined softly as her blouse and bra flew open, exposing her breasts.  His hand dragged down her torso and despite her fear, she let out a muffled moan.  She was sure he could feel her heart pounding in her chest.  Soon he’d find out, to her embarrassment, just how aroused the situation was making her.  

He looked down at the blonde, his hand moving down between her breast and close to her centre again. She had a good set of breasts, and a very good body, as he suspected when he met her in the bar. He told her, moving down to circle her lower stomach, close to the seam of her skirt, “you’ll learn to obey me, how to pleasure me, how to be a good toy around here. You’ll no longer have to worry about money or your future. You told me you had plans for university, but now you won’t ever need them. I’ll take care of you, and you’ll learn how to take care of me. If you’re good, you’ll know a good life of pleasure.”

He gave her a smile before grabbing the scissors again, cutting her skirt until he was able to easily pull it out from under her, leaving her panties. Cutting those easily as well. When he pulled the last cover of her centre off of her, he looked down at her and couldn’t help put let out a loud laugh, regarding the glistening pussy. “Look at this!” he moved one finger all up between her folds gently, feeling the wetness against him. “You really are a slut, aren’t you! All wet and horny just thinking of me using you and being held down like this! I knew you were a good slut but this…oh…” He grinned down at her. “You’re already enjoying this, the thought of becoming my little slut.” He gently pushed his finger into her circling it easily in the wetness.

His voice was almost mesmerizing, just low and soft enough to make the thought of obeying and pleasuring him sound like a wonderful thing.  She whined into the gag again as his fingertips ghosted over the skin of her stomach.  It was almost as if he was hypnotizing her into accepting a life of sexual slavery.  After all, life was difficult…..and he did promise to take care of her…..

Her relaxation dissipated and was quickly replaced with embarrassment as he uncovered and discovered her arousal.  She knew it was going to happen.  Her eyes filled with shameful tears as she squeezed her eyes shut and turned her head, trying to bury her face in the pillow.  She let out a yelp as he slid his finger into her core, then moaned as he drew circles inside of her.  @a-scottish-historian​

[a-scottish-historian]

Hearing her moan, he grinned as he looked up at her, his other hand holding her thigh as his fingers kept moving in her wet slit. He told her, “my, my, you really enjoy this. You like the thought of this, becoming my little sex toy, becoming all mine...what a good little slut you are.” He grinned down at her, still circling inside her to help tease her and make her wetter. “No need to be embarrassed, slut. I knew that you were a good one, a horny one, when I saw you and boy was I right. You should listen to your pussy, darling. No need to be embarrassed by it, it’s showing what you truly want and who you are. And what you are seems to be a woman who wants to be taken care of, to live a life of pleasure. With me, you’ll get that.” He gave her a grin before he moved his finger out of her after pushing it in a big farther before he moved to take off his shirt, beginning to undue his pants.

[a-scottish-historian]

Taken

[cheryl1967-deactivated20200904]

a-scottish-historian:

cheryl1967:

No matter how she thrashed and kicked, he was able to parry every move, manhandling her down onto her back and spread-eagled on the mattress.  She whined and tugged at the ropes holding her arms and legs apart, to no avail.  He’d tied her firmly in the most vulnerable position possible.

Her skirt had ridden up to expose her underwear, and her blouse had popped open as well.  She looked at him now with some fear in her eyes.  What did he really have in store for her?  

When he had finished tying her down, he looked over her form as she twisted in the ropes. Staring at her face, he saw her eyes and gave her a soft smile before moving to get the scissors from the bedside post. Leaning over her, he sat down beside her, setting the scissors beside him and began to unbutton the rest of her blouse, taking careful time as he explained himself.

“So, I think now would be a good time to explain what’s going to happen to you,” he told her calmly, fitting the last button out of the hole before spreading the blouse. Taking the scissors, he moved to hold up the centre of her bra with his other hand, “and I wouldn’t squirm too much now unless you want an unfortunate cut, love.” He gave her a grin before continuing calmly, “I know that you’re scared now, but soon you’ll learn. And I think you’re going to start liking our little situation. You will no longer need to worry about supporting yourself, making hard choices, as long as you’re with me. See, you’re going to go through a bit of training, and pretty soon you’re going to become my good little sex toy.” Moving up, he moved to cut off her blouse and bra completely, putting it away. He stared down at her bare chest, moving a gentle hand between her breasts and down her stomach, feeling himself getting harder. He moved his hand up to gently play with one breast, rubbing a nipple, “the thing with your training and new life, my dear, can go two ways. You can either submit and feel pleasure, or,” he moved to pinch her nipple, pulling it gently, “or you can learn the hard way through punishments. But something tells me, that you’re going to like it.”

She felt like she was in a dream, having an out-of-body experience, whatever it was that it was called—dissociation?—as his words and actions swirled together in her head, refusing to make sense.  Slowly, ever so slowly, her mind began to clear and a few facts fitted together in her brain, advising her of her situation.  This man had taken her.  No one knew where she was.  He was going to keep her captive here, rape her, touch her, and never let her go.

She whined softly as her blouse and bra flew open, exposing her breasts.  His hand dragged down her torso and despite her fear, she let out a muffled moan.  She was sure he could feel her heart pounding in her chest.  Soon he’d find out, to her embarrassment, just how aroused the situation was making her.  @a-scottish-historian​

[a-scottish-historian]

He looked down at the blonde, his hand moving down between her breast and close to her centre again. She had a good set of breasts, and a very good body, as he suspected when he met her in the bar. He told her, moving down to circle her lower stomach, close to the seam of her skirt, “you’ll learn to obey me, how to pleasure me, how to be a good toy around here. You’ll no longer have to worry about money or your future. You told me you had plans for university, but now you won’t ever need them. I’ll take care of you, and you’ll learn how to take care of me. If you’re good, you’ll know a good life of pleasure.”

He gave her a smile before grabbing the scissors again, cutting her skirt until he was able to easily pull it out from under her, leaving her panties. Cutting those easily as well. When he pulled the last cover of her centre off of her, he looked down at her and couldn’t help put let out a loud laugh, regarding the glistening pussy. “Look at this!” he moved one finger all up between her folds gently, feeling the wetness against him. “You really are a slut, aren’t you! All wet and horny just thinking of me using you and being held down like this! I knew you were a good slut but this...oh...” He grinned down at her. “You’re already enjoying this, the thought of becoming my little slut.” He gently pushed his finger into her circling it easily in the wetness.

[a-scottish-historian]

Taken

[cheryl1967-deactivated20200904]

a-scottish-historian:

cheryl1967:

Before she could get her bearings, she was slung over his shoulder again, hauled up the stairs, and tossed on his bed.  It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what his intentions were.  And as attractive a man as he was, and despite the arousal she herself felt (how very embarrassing), she wasn’t going to let this guy win without a fight.

Snarling into the gag, she swung her bound body around on the mattress so she was on her back.  Her knees were bent so that she was ready to kick out at him violently with the heels of her high-heeled shoes, and her eyes flashed in anger as she glared at him over the gag.  

He grinned down at her as she glared up at him. “Hot tempered, are we. I thought that you would be.” He gave her a smile, already anticipating her moves. He was not an idiot. He moved to get more rope as well as a knife. Quickly, he moved to sit on her thighs, making it harder for her to try and kick at him as he cut through the ropes on her now. As soon as they were off, he moved to tie her ankles to the bedposts, forcing them to remain open. 

Moving, he turned on the bed so he could sit beside her, moving her shoulder, manhandling her as he wanted,  to cut the rope at her arms, quickly making a tight hold on them as they were loose, moving to tie them to the bedposts as well. “Don’t worry, love. I think you’ll come to enjoy this.”

No matter how she thrashed and kicked, he was able to parry every move, manhandling her down onto her back and spread-eagled on the mattress.  She whined and tugged at the ropes holding her arms and legs apart, to no avail.  He’d tied her firmly in the most vulnerable position possible.

Her skirt had ridden up to expose her underwear, and her blouse had popped open as well.  She looked at him now with some fear in her eyes.  What did he really have in store for her?  @a-scottish-historian​

[a-scottish-historian]

When he had finished tying her down, he looked over her form as she twisted in the ropes. Staring at her face, he saw her eyes and gave her a soft smile before moving to get the scissors from the bedside post. Leaning over her, he sat down beside her, setting the scissors beside him and began to unbutton the rest of her blouse, taking careful time as he explained himself.

“So, I think now would be a good time to explain what’s going to happen to you,” he told her calmly, fitting the last button out of the hole before spreading the blouse. Taking the scissors, he moved to hold up the centre of her bra with his other hand, “and I wouldn’t squirm too much now unless you want an unfortunate cut, love.” He gave her a grin before continuing calmly, “I know that you’re scared now, but soon you’ll learn. And I think you’re going to start liking our little situation. You will no longer need to worry about supporting yourself, making hard choices, as long as you’re with me. See, you're going to go through a bit of training, and pretty soon you’re going to become my good little sex toy.” Moving up, he moved to cut off her blouse and bra completely, putting it away. He stared down at her bare chest, moving a gentle hand between her breasts and down her stomach, feeling himself getting harder. He moved his hand up to gently play with one breast, rubbing a nipple, “the thing with your training and new life, my dear, can go two ways. You can either submit and feel pleasure, or,” he moved to pinch her nipple, pulling it gently, “or you can learn the hard way through punishments. But something tells me, that you’re going to like it.”

[clopinthejester]

“Remember to say the safeword if this becomes too much.”

“Pfft, safe word, schmafe word! I have the endurance of a fox. Give it to me!”

“But, like, quick side-note, what is the safeword again? Because I totally already forgot.”

@a-scottish-historian

[a-scottish-historian]

Lewis rolled his eyes as he looked down at the man as the other laid on the bed, unlocking the handcuffs before moving to lean down. He answered him, “now you’re just getting cocky, but I’ll still go a little easy on you.” He grinned before sitting beside the other and held up the handcuffs, “and it’s red.”

[clopinthejester]

“I mean…you are what you eat, right?” He gave him a snarky grin. His smiled widened a little more and he cocked his brows seeing the cuffs. “Right, red! Of course, makes sense.” He chuckled. “They’re cute too, they look nice and fancy, not like the cheap plastic ones.”

[a-scottish-historian]

Lewis grinned and answered him, “fair enough. You’re going to be getting some of that tonight too.” He gave him a grin before looking at the cuffs and answering “and when it comes to tying my partners up, I never skip out. You won’t be able to get out of these without a key, that’s for certain.” He gave the other man a smile before getting up, “but I suppose we should start, which means this: strip.” He said, starting to move into business and control.

[clopinthejester]

“Ooh, unfortunate for you, I am a master escape artist!” He smirked. “But I guess I’ll be good or you, right now.” He stuck his tongue out at him and laughed. He watched Lewis get up and sat up himself. He heard the tone of his voice when he told him to strip. He couldn’t help but grin once more. “Yes, sir.” He cocked his brows again and then stripped down.

[a-scottish-historian]

Lewis shook his head, though his eyes slowly seeping more into a dark desire and flame as he looked over the other man stripping. He could have a cocky attitude, but Lewis also liked being able to rein it in and control it from time to time. And it always managed to keep him on his toes and laughing in the relationship. As he was almost undressed, Lewis came foreward and took the man’s arms, cuffing his wrists behind his back tightly, but not in a way that would cut circulation or was painful. Leaning into him, his bare chest touched his bare back as his hands moved to gently feel across his torso. “I thought maybe I’d go a little easy on you, and not gag you, but you seem to have a mouth on you tonight.”

[clopinthejester]

Right before he was stripped to nothing, Lewis quickly put Chad’s arms behind his back and he heard the click of the handcuffs. He was startled but then smirked again. He liked the roughness. It’s exciting and it feels like it’s needed. Someone to put him in his place on the ocassion. Chad leaned against Lewis, his skin shivered as lewis ran his hand across his body. He leaned his head back to lay on his shoulder. “Is that really such a shock though?” He chuckled. 

[a-scottish-historian]

He rolled his eyes and shook his head, “it really shouldn’t.” Moving in though, Lewis gently began to kiss and nip up his shoulder and the crook of his neck. He told him in a gentle voice, his hand still moving up the other’s chest before moving down lower. “I’ll be rough, but I’ll take care of you, okay?” He wanted the boy to know that, especially because if he was going to gag him then Chad couldn’t as easily voice their safe word. Moving his hand down his chest more, Lewis nipped at his neck.  As rough as Lewis could be, he also liked to be tender.

[a-scottish-historian]

A Knight’s Wife {Medieval AU}

[insatiablemuses]

“Fine. Let us go up there. I would rather it be a private affair if we have to do this.. I would like at least a bit of privacy.” She mutters with a sigh, glancing behind them to check herself if anyone had come after them yet. She continues to follow behind him.

[insatiablemuses]

“I just.. never imagined that this is what would be happening in my life.” She admits to him. “I know most women would be excited at having a knight as a husband, but I’m afraid I’m not most women.” She smiles a little when she hears the guests get louder downstairs. “We should get in the room and lock the door quick then.”

[a-scottish-historian]

He gives her a comforting smile, or at least he hopes that it will comfort her even a little bit, “it’s alright. I understand. Truthfully, I only did this because my parents wanted me to.” He gave her a small smile. Hopefully, at least, they could become friends or partners even if not lovers. She seemed like a beautiful woman, inside and out. Perhaps things will grow for them, he hoped so. 

Smiling at her, he told her, moving to guide her in front of him. “Just a little farther, the last room on the right.”

[insatiablemuses]

She offers him a smile in return. She could see tgat he was trying to make the best of tgis for both of their sakes. “It seems we were both influenced by our parents.” She follows his instructions and walks down the hall until she reaches the last room on the right. Opening the door, she slips inside and waits for him.

[a-scottish-historian]

He lets her slip into the room first, almost looking to make sure they were not spotted before going in himself. Shutting the door and locking it behind him. Entering the room, he sensed the heat of the room and realized the light orange glow of the room. A servant had made a fire for them. That was nice, at least. It was a warm comfortable temperature in the room and Lewis didn’t have to worry about letting someone in to start a fire and risk other people coming in. He looked over at her and then gestured around. “Make yourself comfortable...I guess.” This was her room too now after all.

[a-scottish-historian]

Taken

[cheryl1967-deactivated20200904]

a-scottish-historian:

cheryl1967:

The trip seemed simultaneously to take forever and also to hardly take any time at all, as she drifted in and out of consciousness.  She felt each bump in the road, each controlled swerve and turn.  But exhaustion eventually overcame her and she fell into a troubled sleep.

His voice awakened her, and she blinked up at him in confusion, momentarily forgetting her circumstances.  Then it all came back to her in a flash, and her eyes flew wide open in fear.  She thrashed in the ropes that held her down, whimpering helplessly into the gag, like a frightened animal.  

He looks down at her, seeing the fear in her eyes as she thrashed and tried to escape the ropes again. He grinned and told her as he unhooked her from the car and moved to swing her over his shoulder again, “I know, it’s scary, love, but you’ll get used to your new life and your new home. You’ll learn to love it, I know that you will.”

He shut the trunk before going into the secluded house, trees along the front of it for privacy. As he entered the house, he shut the door, locking it behind him before going up the stairs, ready to take her to the bedroom immediately. “I would tell you everything but something tells me that you’re not going to be listening very well. But you’ll get it fast. I know you will. You’re a smart girl, and a slutty girl. That’s how I knew to choose you.” Moving down the hallway, he goes to his bedroom and opens the door, immediately shutting it after her before he throws her on the bed. “Now, lets see what we have here.”

Before she could get her bearings, she was slung over his shoulder again, hauled up the stairs, and tossed on his bed.  It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what his intentions were.  And as attractive a man as he was, and despite the arousal she herself felt (how very embarrassing), she wasn’t going to let this guy win without a fight.

Snarling into the gag, she swung her bound body around on the mattress so she was on her back.  Her knees were bent so that she was ready to kick out at him violently with the heels of her high-heeled shoes, and her eyes flashed in anger as she glared at him over the gag.  @a-scottish-historian​

[a-scottish-historian]

He grinned down at her as she glared up at him. “Hot tempered, are we. I thought that you would be.” He gave her a smile, already anticipating her moves. He was not an idiot. He moved to get more rope as well as a knife. Quickly, he moved to sit on her thighs, making it harder for her to try and kick at him as he cut through the ropes on her now. As soon as they were off, he moved to tie her ankles to the bedposts, forcing them to remain open. 

Moving, he turned on the bed so he could sit beside her, moving her shoulder, manhandling her as he wanted,  to cut the rope at her arms, quickly making a tight hold on them as they were loose, moving to tie them to the bedposts as well. “Don’t worry, love. I think you’ll come to enjoy this.”

[angstmemes]

rough sex starter sentences

“Come here and get on your knees. Show me how much of me you can swallow.” “I want you to fuck me as hard as you can and I don’t want you to stop, even if I tell you to.” “We don’t need a safe word. You should handle everything I want to give you…” ”That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. We DO need a safe word.” “What was that? You don’t think you can cum again? I’m going to show you that you can.” “You wanted me to be rough, so I’m being rough, darling. Can’t you handle it?” “Look at you lying there all used… Do you think you’re ready for more?” “I don’t care whether you can take it. I will do it anyway and you’ll love it.” “Open up wide.” “Don’t you dare move. Did I tell you you could?” “Oh good, does that hurt?” “You will listen to every single word I say. If you don’t… then I’ll tie you up and I’ll leave you here desperate.” “Harder! Harder!” “Don’t stop now!” “I don’t care whether it will hurt. I just want it.” “I can’t wait to see you covered in the bruises I’ll mark you with.” “Not a sound, do you understand? You have to be absolutely quiet, or I will make you want to scream even louder.” “I would’ve prepared you for this if you’d not been begging for me to fuck you.” “You should see your face right now…” “I told you I was going to make you regret saying yes to this.” “Is that all you’ve got? That hardly hurt. Well, I guess it’s my turn now.” “You’re here for my pleasure, not the other way round. Do you understand, slave?!” “Tell me how much you want me and I’ll give you more than you can handle. That’s the game we’re playing now, honey.” “Don’t complain. I could’ve tied you up in even less comfortable positions.” “Oh, look at you. All tied up and ready to be fucked.” “What’s that? I can’t hear what you’re saying with that gag in your mouth.” “I’m not done yet! Spread your legs and lie the fuck still until I tell you to move!” “Oh this hurts, does it? I want you to beg for even more.” “Just count down with me and if you make it to zero without squirming, I’ll stop hurting you.” “This is about control and you’re definitely not going to have any.” “Show me you can follow orders and I’ll be a lot nicer, love.”

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Plot Idea

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xonceuponafuckx:

When Muse A told Muse B about the vacation camping trip, Muse B was incredibly excited. The idea of a weekend completely away from it all sounded like paradise. Muse B thought it was going to be a romantic weekend away for two. Instead, Muse A was only trying to isolate them in a remote cabin so they could take the time to reprogram Muse B into a perfect slut. Four days in and Muse B already sucking cock like a true whore. How far along will Muse B be at the end of two months?

[a-scottish-historian]

Taken

[cheryl1967-deactivated20200904]

a-scottish-historian:

cheryl1967:

The trunk door closed and she was in darkness, which made her even more desperate to escape.  She tried to breathe calmly through her nose, testing the ropes, feeling for knots, all the things you’re supposed to do when and if you are kidnapped.

And then she heard his smug voice again, and then the loud tones of the radio, which sent her into a rage again.  Pulling and tugging at the ropes, snarling into the gag, for what seemed like hours, until she was exhausted.  Then she lay quietly, half asleep and half in a daze.  

He drove in mostly silence, just listening to the radio and music as he drove in the night, sometimes whistling and following the tune. The roads were mostly clear by this hour and he felt comfortable. There wasn’t a lot of rustling in the back, but he was sure he tied her securely. Perhaps she was thinking about what would happen to her. He could only hope that she would heed his warnings to behave, or things would be a lot worse for her than they would need to be.

Turning into the driveway of his country house, he moved up it silently before turning the music down slightly. Parking, the trees mostly blocked the driveway, both front and side, with a small brook at the back. The closest neighbours were at least a fifteen minute walk away. Plenty of privacy. It was technically a house he was renting, but he found that he sort of enjoyed living back in his home country. 

Calling back as he unhooked his seatbelt, “wake-up, we’re here!” He shut the door behind him, moving to open the back again and looked at her, “welcome home, darling.”

The trip seemed simultaneously to take forever and also to hardly take any time at all, as she drifted in and out of consciousness.  She felt each bump in the road, each controlled swerve and turn.  But exhaustion eventually overcame her and she fell into a troubled sleep.

His voice awakened her, and she blinked up at him in confusion, momentarily forgetting her circumstances.  Then it all came back to her in a flash, and her eyes flew wide open in fear.  She thrashed in the ropes that held her down, whimpering helplessly into the gag, like a frightened animal.  @a-scottish-historian​

[a-scottish-historian]

He looks down at her, seeing the fear in her eyes as she thrashed and tried to escape the ropes again. He grinned and told her as he unhooked her from the car and moved to swing her over his shoulder again, “I know, it’s scary, love, but you’ll get used to your new life and your new home. You’ll learn to love it, I know that you will.”

He shut the trunk before going into the secluded house, trees along the front of it for privacy. As he entered the house, he shut the door, locking it behind him before going up the stairs, ready to take her to the bedroom immediately. “I would tell you everything but something tells me that you’re not going to be listening very well. But you’ll get it fast. I know you will. You’re a smart girl, and a slutty girl. That’s how I knew to choose you.” Moving down the hallway, he goes to his bedroom and opens the door, immediately shutting it after her before he throws her on the bed. “Now, lets see what we have here.”

[a-scottish-historian]

Taken

[cheryl1967-deactivated20200904]

a-scottish-historian:

cheryl1967:

Now she was, despite her best efforts, bound hand and foot, gagged, inside the trunk of her kidnapper, and tied to the floor of the trunk.  She was well and truly helpless and in his clutches.

She looked up at him with anger-filled eyes, though there was a touch of fear in them as well.  She squirmed and writhed on the floor of the trunk, her bound body undulating back and forth.  She tried to ignore the strange feelings these movements gave her….  

He grinned at her as she glared up at him, but he didn’t miss the fear in her eyes. She’d come around…eventually. After some time at least. She’d learn to give into her pleasure and urges for him. And she seemed easy to sway too. It was one of the reasons he got her. He knew she might fight at first, but soon enough she’d be begging for him. He’d make her his.

Shutting the trunk door. He took one last look around. All silence again before he moved to the front, putting the car in drive and driving out of the laneway of the motel. He knew that he couldn’t see her in the review mirror because of the seats, but he still looked back anyway for the thrill. There was a calm thrill and excitement about it. He called back so she could hear, “I hope you like the radio, darling. I’m not sure what you’d be interested in, but hopefully something comes on you like.” He turned up the radio, drowning out any sounds that she would make.

The trunk door closed and she was in darkness, which made her even more desperate to escape.  She tried to breathe calmly through her nose, testing the ropes, feeling for knots, all the things you’re supposed to do when and if you are kidnapped.

And then she heard his smug voice again, and then the loud tones of the radio, which sent her into a rage again.  Pulling and tugging at the ropes, snarling into the gag, for what seemed like hours, until she was exhausted.  Then she lay quietly, half asleep and half in a daze.  @a-scottish-historian​

[a-scottish-historian]

He drove in mostly silence, just listening to the radio and music as he drove in the night, sometimes whistling and following the tune. The roads were mostly clear by this hour and he felt comfortable. There wasn’t a lot of rustling in the back, but he was sure he tied her securely. Perhaps she was thinking about what would happen to her. He could only hope that she would heed his warnings to behave, or things would be a lot worse for her than they would need to be.

Turning into the driveway of his country house, he moved up it silently before turning the music down slightly. Parking, the trees mostly blocked the driveway, both front and side, with a small brook at the back. The closest neighbours were at least a fifteen minute walk away. Plenty of privacy. It was technically a house he was renting, but he found that he sort of enjoyed living back in his home country. 

Calling back as he unhooked his seatbelt, “wake-up, we’re here!” He shut the door behind him, moving to open the back again and looked at her, “welcome home, darling.”

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Ewan McGregor

[a-scottish-historian]

Taken

[cheryl1967-deactivated20200904]

a-scottish-historian:

cheryl1967:

She screeched muffled into the gag, trying to kick her bound legs out at him as he picked her up and slung her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.  She breathed faster and harder through her nose as her mind raced.  Her eyes darted back and forth, looking for any method of escape she could find.

Was he going to keep her as his captive?  If so, maybe she could effect her escape from his home.  Surely she could get someone’s attention.  Most of all, she fought back the unwelcome feelings of arousal that plagued her at the thought of being bound and gagged by this handsome stranger carrying her away.  

As she moved her legs to squirm and kick, he grinned and brought his other arm around to hold down her legs easily. He heard her trying to scream, but he knew it wouldn’t go far. From the gag even he was having a hard time hearing her. He definitely chose properly. And she looked so hot and helpless in that gag too. He knew at the bar she would look good with a gag.

Moving towards his SUV-like car, he shut the motel behind him, moving his shirt to make sure his fingerprints were gone from the knob. Moving back, he looked around in the dark, but was comfortable knowing that anyone else was asleep. Bringing her to the vehicle, he opened the trunk and carefully moved her in, setting her on the ground. Moving some of the rope, he tied it to the small hook in the bottom, tying her down so that she would be unable to move back up, keeping her on the ground. “I hope you’re comfortable, darling, because we have a bit of a drive ahead of us.”

Now she was, despite her best efforts, bound hand and foot, gagged, inside the trunk of her kidnapper, and tied to the floor of the trunk.  She was well and truly helpless and in his clutches.

She looked up at him with anger-filled eyes, though there was a touch of fear in them as well.  She squirmed and writhed on the floor of the trunk, her bound body undulating back and forth.  She tried to ignore the strange feelings these movements gave her….  @a-scottish-historian​

[a-scottish-historian]

He grinned at her as she glared up at him, but he didn’t miss the fear in her eyes. She’d come around...eventually. After some time at least. She’d learn to give into her pleasure and urges for him. And she seemed easy to sway too. It was one of the reasons he got her. He knew she might fight at first, but soon enough she’d be begging for him. He’d make her his.

Shutting the trunk door. He took one last look around. All silence again before he moved to the front, putting the car in drive and driving out of the laneway of the motel. He knew that he couldn’t see her in the review mirror because of the seats, but he still looked back anyway for the thrill. There was a calm thrill and excitement about it. He called back so she could hear, “I hope you like the radio, darling. I’m not sure what you’d be interested in, but hopefully something comes on you like.” He turned up the radio, drowning out any sounds that she would make.

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