nicholas.

nicholas marks. 39. master.

[zoiodlula]

[highsmith]

[nicholas-marks]

slave-rory‌:

Rory had tried so hard to fulfill the first request, but admittedly had failed, unable to keep herself from cumming and once the first orgasm hit, it was downhill from there. Each one became more impossible to hold back as he sensitivity climbed higher and higher and went beyond uncomfortable to downright painful. “I-I don’t know, Sir.” She had lost count, they were starting to blur together and feel like one wasn’t ending before the next one began. Whimpers escaping as her cheek is stroked, leaning into the gentle caress, seeking the comfort. Though her frame slumps when the vibrator is turned down, it offering some relief, it’s short lived. Shaking her head rapidly at his words, as if she could just will him not to turn it back up. Muscles trembling beneath his fingers before clenching as she once again tensed against the restraints as the vibrator was turned up again. A sob escaping. tears coming quicker as he says that dreaded word once more. “P-Please, sir! Please, I’ll be good, I’ll do anything, please!”

“i think you’re a good girl at heart, but...” nicholas shook his head gently, almost disappointed. “if only you had behaved earlier and listened.” which was basically humanly impossible but nicholas was an impossible man to please sometimes. he watched the girl thrash and writhe in her restraints. try and try as she might there was no escaping the torture until nicholas decided it was over. “c’mon, baby. you loved it the first time.” he purrs into her ear, fingers moving away her brunette locks and pushing them out to dangle over the end of the table. he had to admit the screaming, and crying was going straight to his dick. “anything? i find that hard to believe. anything is such a...broad term.” he hums softly, toying with the toy once more and turning it down. 

[nicholas-marks]

nicholas has an open starter if anyone is interested ! if not and you think it doesn’t fit your muse IM me and i can make us a starter. also if anyone is thinking of another muse and wants to bring nicholas’ wife hmu as well. EDIT: and a brother.

[nicholas-marks]

wicked-malia‌:

“I don’t know? Probably something basic like a blowjob. And for some mysterious reason I feel like I could pout and whine and cry until I turned blue in the face and you would still be unmoved.“

a blowjob? no this guy couldn’t be serious. “i can get any lowly slave around here to suck my dick whenever i want. why would i want it from some dumb whore who got himself punished?” nicholas shook his head gently. “crying turns me on,” he says instead. “try me,” 

[nicholas-marks]

slave-rory‌:

Rory couldn’t help the groan that escaped her lips as she was told to do it again, and that toy was turned up higher. Body squirming, trying to twist in the restraints and escape the constant stimulation of vibrations against her clit, how many times now had she been forced to cum only to hear that damned word, again. Tears blurring her vision as the over-stimulation was downright painful and there was no way for her to escape it, no matter how much she tried to twist and turn. “Please, sir, please!” What was she begging for? She could hardly remember, could hardly focus on anything but the painful pleasure that toy was giving her now. “Please, anything, you can do anything you want, use me however you want, please! Sir, just make it stop, please!”

she failed with the first request. not to cum until he gave the go ahead, and now she was suffering because of it. of course nicholas knew it was near impossible with the constant stimulation, but not quite if the slaves drive to please was stronger than her body’s natural reaction to the stimulant. “we’re going on what...? number six? seven?” he questioned after the first string of please. nicholas moves closer to the naked slave, reaching up to caress her cheek with the back of his hand. “one minute intermission.” nicholas says, reaching down to turn the dial down to the lowest setting. from one extreme to the next. “not enough tears, but close to being good enough.” he teases, stroking the inside of her thigh near the vibrator before moving to switch it up to the high setting once more. “again.”

[nicholas-marks]

wicked-malia‌:

“You’re no fun. And here I was going to offer whatever your little heart desires.”

“cute. what is it you think my dead little heart desires? maybe if you pout and whine a little more.”

[nicholas-marks]

“again,” nicholas prompted, turning up the intensity on the vibrating toy pressed against his victims sweet spot. “you have to beg pretty...i told you that. you haven’t done a good enough job yet. but do take your time.” because this was more than amusing for him. whether they were begging for it to stop, or orgasm, for him to fuck them -- it had to be convincing enough. if not the torture would continue on. he’s already been at this for a hour or two now. the slave/master was strapped down to padded table, and their limbs were stretched and secured down in a spread eagle position. “tell me what you want. it’s really not that hard. just remember your manners.”

[nicholas-marks]

i’m still working on nicholas’ intro but feel free to come chat with me here ! i’ll be posting an open starter later-ish if peeps wanna interact with my man, 

[nicholas-marks]

wicked-malia‌:

“Well that’s just rude, what if I said pretty please?”

@nicholas-marks​

“what if...i still said no? oh wait. i did. no. you can plead all you want, but it’s honestly just comedic gold.”

[wicked-malia]

Not feeling very confident in that response. Did someone put a damper on your plans for day?

“Aren’t you clever? I’ll just have to get more creative with my plans, won’t I? Do you have any suggestions? Perhaps know where the damned key is to this thing?”

[nicholas-marks]

“even if i had the key i wouldn’t unlock you with that attitude.”

[wrnbrn]

[rileyyblue]

[rp-memes-atyourservice]

Manhandling symbol starters

Send one for your muse to…

★ - drag my muse by the arm ⁂ - grab my muse by the front of their shirt, possibly shoving them back ✱ - take my muse by the hips to carefully move them out of their way ➜ - smack my muse upside the head ⌧ - grip my muse by the back of the neck © - put a hand on my muse’s back to steer them somewhere ✂ - point sternly at a chair and tell my muse to sit down ✉ - push my muse back down when they try to get out of bed (perhaps involving illness, injury, or sleep deprivation) ☛ - press a finger to my muse’s lips to shut them up ♚ - put a hand on my muse’s knee while sitting next to them, to discourage them from standing up ♧ - slap my muse’s hand away from something they shouldn’t touch ♦ - grab my muse’s hair and yank ♤ - slam a door shut before my muse can leave the room ♞ - physically pick my muse up and carry them ♭ - grip my muse’s jaw to make them look yours in the eye ♨ - rub my muse down with a sponge/wet cloth  ☀ - pin my muse with their arms behind their back ☠ - slam my muse into a wall ☾ - wrestle/pin my muse to the ground

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