MUSE. james logan whitman . 27 . nolan gerard funk fc OPEN TO. any gender, s * bmissive, b * ttom (21+) PREMISE. your muse has been br * tty and difficult and gets p * unished.
James walked slowly into the room, taking his time as he sipped on his whiskey, and walked past the king size bed and towards the console table, where he set his drink down. The only sound in the room was the lightest buzzing of a slow working v* ibrator, which was good --- they had stopped whining and trashing a while ago. He took stock of the tools he'd left on the table, and picked a r * iding crop, assessing it, before walking back towards the bed. He touched them with the tip of the crop at the ankle, stroking up their leg as he walked closer, all the way to their inner thigh, where he left one quick strike. "How are doing, right now?" He asked, though the other couldn't reply yet, being g* agged. He had them intricately tied to the bed, spread out, and hands above their head, a v* ibrator on the minimum speed was buzzing away at their most sensitive spot, just enough to keep them on edge. Outside the room, downstairs, there could be heard the sounds of an intimate party, talking, laughing, and low music... He was highly aware of their fantasies for such a p* unishment, so this was a two in one deal. "My guests have no idea how pretty you look like this, too bad you've been such a badly behaved pet, or I'd be tempted to make use of you." He reached over and took off their ring g *ag, gently, but left their blindfold on. "Are you ready to apologize?? Be a good pet? Or do you need more time with your thoughts?" As he spoke, he stroked them between the legs with the tip of the crop, teasingly, but he stopped to hear their answer.