#coltlynn

[dommebelleg]

reminder || bolt, 8.24

She’d successfully shaken off the sting of Colt’s unintended insult to her. She knew he hadn’t meant it, that his innocent suggestion was meant to build on their journey to denial. And maybe it was a good wake up call. At least this time Colt wasn’t about to have a panic attack after she had a soft moment. She left the door open as she set up, the skirt of her minidress fluttering around her thighs as she moved. She got a bench set up under hanging cuffs, a mounted dildo fixed to the end of the bench. On a table to the side lay lube, a vampire mitt and a thick black marker, along with a small cock cage. Her boy wanted a nub cage, he’d get one. 

And hopefully - she could get herself back in line once she was finished giving Colt his reminder.

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[dommebelleg]

redirection || bolt, 5.13

The moment she noticed something posted on the gossip blog about her boy, Belle knew she would need to intervene. Colt was unofficially living in her suite at this point, the formality of orders rarely needed. So while he was occupied, she set out a few things on the bed - a snug cage, Colt’s favorite red leather collar and matching leash, a pair of gold and red nipple clamps with a gold chain between them and a thick red plug. A few things to decorate him - to hopefully redirect the inevitable frustration. “Colt, come in here please,” she called, perching on the edge of her bed, her oversized sweater draping over her lap and covering the lacy thong she had on - she hadn’t bothered with much else since getting back to her room.

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[dommebelleg]

protocol || bolt, 12.1

There was precious little that would likely make her feel better than she did in this moment. Belle hummed softly to the Christmas music piping through the speakers above them, her heels clicking on the tiled floor. She tugged the leash in her hand lightly. “Colt, sweetheart, what do you think of this for your mom? I know she’s a very adept cook, but I don’t want to pigeon-hole her when it comes to getting presents... does she make a lot of bread or stews?” she asked, looking over a sturdy dutch oven, the crowds at the mall swarming around them. But she didn’t have to even look to know Colt was close - no, the leash in her hand kept her from wondering that.

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[dommebelleg]

glitter || bolt, 7.28

Belle had to admit, she was being a little sneaky. She’d told Colt they were going out for milkshakes after classes, and yes, that was the ultimate destination, but she had somewhere else in mind first. His leash felt so good in her fingers, his appreciative and adoring gaze on her as they walked down the street. “I’m so glad it’s still warm enough to keep you like this,” she hummed, running her fingers over his side, only covered in a thin, open vest, showing off his beautiful torso. “I love showing off what’s mine.” 

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[dommebelleg]

sunday lunch || bolt, 3.14

Honestly, she wasn’t sure what had come over her. Perhaps having dinner go so well the other night with Colt made her eager for a repeat experience. Perhaps it was Colt himself expressing his own need to be further shown off that tingled through her body. Whatever it was, it was coursing through her, powerful, making her feel even more confident and sensual than she normally did. She fluffed out her long, loose curls one more time in the mirror of her bathroom. Sheer black stockings covered her legs, black heeled booties on her feet. The promised black miniskirt barely covered the curve of her ass, something she knew would drive Colt wild, especially since he would know she had nothing on underneath - as would anyone who looked at her ass, since her skirt was so tight and thin even a thong would show. The rest of her outfit appeared rather demure, a soft looking green cardigan buttoned all the way up to the thick choker she had on, but the top she had on underneath was anything but demure. God, she was ready to play.

She pulled on a jacket over everything, grabbing her purse before heading out. Her smile grew when she spotted her boy, dressed as she’d ordered. Belle took the leash in hand, planting a possessive kiss on Colt’s mouth. “Ready to get going to lunch, darling?” she asked once she parted, her voice almost casual, though the fire in her eyes was all too obvious. “I called us an Uber. We’ll finish getting you ready on the ride there,” Belle told him with a flirty yet devious smile just as the car pulled up.

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[dommebelleg]

fashion show || belle/colt, 8.5

Belle wasn’t sure what had possessed her with this idea, but once she got it in her head, she couldn’t shake it. The dinner on Friday was timely as a catalyst, though she had a feeling she wouldn’t have had to do much convincing to parade around in sexy dresses in front of Colt. She greeted the sub with a warm kiss before the door could even close, pressing him up against the door frame lightly for everyone to see. She brought him into her bedroom, ordering him to strip to his underwear before tying his wrists with a silky rope so he was sitting against the pillows at the head of her bed. Only then did Belle move to change into the first dress - the one she would likely wear to the dinner, though Colt didn’t have to know that yet. “What do you think of this one? I’m worried it’s a bit too plain,” she hummed, turning so he could see all of her wrapped in black silk, silver stillettos clinging to her feet.

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[dommebelleg]

watcher || belle/colt/chris

Belle grinned at herself in the mirror. It didn’t really matter if her makeup was perfect or her green lace dress was exactly in place. All that mattered was that she was doing this for a man - and not the one currently cleaning up in her kitchen. Thrills kept tickling down her spine as she thought of what was to come this evening. Certainly her, preferably on Chris’s cock and Colt’s face, in time. She couldn’t help the small giggle that escaped at the thought. 

When she heard the knock, she straightened up. “Colt, darling, would you answer that, please? Bring him through into the bedroom, and kneel in the corner where you can see us,” she called to the sub, heat blossoming low in her stomach. Showtime. Belle sat on the edge of her bed, legs crossed, dark hair tossed over one shoulder. “Well hello there, gorgeous,” she greeted once Chris entered her bedroom, getting to her feet, three inches taller than usual thanks to the heels she was wearing.

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[dommebelleg]

pup || belle/colt, 7.14

Colt had been a little subdued throughout the early evening, quieter than usual through dinner, but Belle didn’t push. Perhaps he was tired or had something on his mind - she wasn’t going to force it out of him if he didn’t want to tell her. She just hoped the scene they had planned would help the sub relax. She’d given him orders to clean up the kitchen while she changed, and to be waiting for her kneeling by the couch naked. Belle couldn’t help but smile as she came from her room, dressed in a pale green teddy, the light jersey fabric soft against her skin. “Good boy,” she whispered, coming to sit next to him, her fingers combing through his hair. She set the puppy ears, collar and leash on the table, putting Colt’s water bowl down on the floor as well. “Now darling, did you want to wear this tail, or this one today?” she asked, still not sure if Colt would be ready for the plug-style tail they’d gotten, or if he would prefer the one fixed to a small harness instead that didn’t require penetration. “Whichever you choose is perfectly all right. I just want some time with my precious pup,” she assured him, still playing with his hair as if she were petting an affectionate dog.

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