apologies if i’m too vague but maybe some taker x femreader with reader being tied up and used… 🫣
First of all - apologies, Anon, that it took so long for me to get this done! It was ABA Taker in my head as I wrote it, but feel free to imagine any incarnation that you please.
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He leans against the door frame, a mildly amused expression on his face. “You ain’t gonna get out of that, but keep trying - it’s fun to watch.”
You’ve been bound, naked, in a hogtie position for an hour now and he’s done nothing except come into the room every so often and look at you. You’d kept calling out to him initially and then he’d come in and shushed you patronisingly before gagging you.
“Y’know, you’re tryin’ hard to look all mad but I bet your pussy’s wet, huh?”
You glare at him, refusing to answer - you both know that he’s right but clearly wanting to prove a point, he walks over and takes hold of the rope that’s looped around your torso. He drags you easily around and delves his hand between your legs and of course his fingers come out glistening.
You groan out the frustration as he takes a minute to tease your nipples, alternating between gentle stroking around each areola to harder pinches and twists.
“Horny… desperate… little slut,” He mutters as he leans down and nuzzles into your neck. You whimper through the gag as his stubble scratches over your skin. “You think you can handle me, huh? You think you can take everything I’m gonna give you?”
“Mmmhmm!” You breathe in the scent of him. God, please let him get started soon!
He chuckles quietly at your muffled declaration and again works his hand between your thighs, this time pushing one thick finger up inside you. You moan at the sensation and try to thrust your hips forward - if he wanted to he could use this thumb to tease your clit…
“Let’s see, shall we?” He lifts his head again though doesn’t cease the slow in and out movement of his finger. “Now you listen carefully, slut. I’m gonna get you out of this position and you… you’re just gonna lay right there, like the fuck toy you are, got it?”
Your eyes close and you nod, wondering where this is going. He makes a satisfied noise and then withdraws his finger, wiping it against your thigh before pulling you over on to your front and pulling apart the knots that sit against your lower back. Anxious not to give him any excuse to stop and leave you again, true to your word you don’t move - even to the point of keeping your legs folded back in an imitation of being tied.
“Actually managing to do as you’re told,” He comments under his breath and then in a blur of movement, he unfolds your legs and drags you towards where he stands now at the foot of the bed. “Bend your knees,” He says as he takes hold of your ankles and urges you into position. He pulls your knees wide apart and you moan into the gag at the feeling of being so exposed. He produces a roll of bondage tape and proceeds to wrap it around your shin and thigh, binding them tightly together to keep your knee bent. He repeats the action with your other leg and then steps back and smirks down at you as he undoes his belt and then slowly begins to unbutton his jeans.
“Not getting away from me now,” He says, moving to kneel on the edge of the bed and shoving his jeans down his thighs. “All you can do is lay there and take it.” He bears down on you and easily captures both your wrists in one of his huge hands before lining himself up and pushing in. He goes slowly and your eyes close at the delicious stretch; your moan this time is one of satisfaction. His free hand holds one of your knees, ensuring that your thighs stay spread wide apart as he pushes deep inside. He pauses briefly as his hips fetch up against you and you open your eyes to find him smirking.
“Think you can take everything I’m gonna dish out…” He says quietly with a shake of his head. “Let’s see about that.” He draws back and then begins to fuck you in earnest, setting a fast pace as he holds you down. You revel in the feeling of being so overpowered and then he moves his hand from your knee up to your breasts and gropes you, squeezing just to the edge of ‘too much’. You cry out behind the gag but it’s far from a cry of pain and he laughs, low and sultry.
“Yeah, go on - let me hear you.” He doesn’t slow the pace as he slaps first one breast and then the other, alternating the smacks until about a dozen blows have been delivered. He releases the grip on your wrists but you leave your hands where they are and then he works his fingers behind your head and frees your mouth from the gag. After tossing it to one side, he rests his hand around your throat; not squeezing, but the feeling of intent is there and you swallow just to feel the slight restriction.
“Fuuuuck…” You whisper as you picture how you must look right now… forcibly spread open and held down while he uses your body. As if reading your mind he thrusts in deep and then grinds his pelvis in small circles before pulling out entirely and you whimper at the loss.
“Look at you… laid there like a good little whore. Legs open wide and that wet hole just beggin’ for me to fill it up.” He puts his hand on your torso and urges you round with a slap to your leg for good measure. “Turn over, slut.”
With your legs taped up he has to do most of the work and then you’re balanced on your knees and you scrabble to get your hands under you, but he places a firm hand between your shoulder blades and pushes you to the mattress. There’s a few seconds’ stillness and then he’s pulling your arms back, and you hear the rasp of the bondage tape again and then he makes short work of binding your wrists together in the small of your back.
“Please…” You mumble into the bed and then turn your head to the side. “I can’t…”
Everything stops.
“Can’t handle it?” There’s no sneer in his voice and he gives your bound wrists a quick squeeze. You know this is an out, but you’ve no intention of taking it.
“Can’t touch myself,” You whimper and he huffs out a laugh.
“Damn right you can’t,” He says, reaching down and grabbing a fistful of your hair. “This ain’t about you.” He slides his dick back inside you and gives a few long, leisurely strokes. “This is about me having you as my own personal fuck toy.” He picks up the pace again and you sob into the mattress because this is everything you’d dreamed it would be.
“You look good all tied up, y’know.” His voice is starting to betray his exertion. “Gonna keep you like this more often - ready for me to use whenever I want…” You give a full body shudder at his words and he smacks your ass. “Yeah you like that idea don’t you, slut? Me taking those holes whenever I please.”
“Uh huh…” You whimper, unable to form words because he’s pounding into you now, chasing his orgasm. His grip on your hair becomes painfully hard and he releases into you with a groan, pulling your head back until your face is turned up to the ceiling.
Still inside you he pauses to catch his breath, running his big hands all over your body hungrily - stroking, squeezing and pinching. Eventually he withdraws and turns you on to your side, positioning you carefully so that your bound arms don’t place too much strain on your shoulders. You feel his cum trickling out of you on to your thigh and let out a shuddering breath as he stands and pulls his jeans back up.
“That was good,” He says as he fastens the buttons. “Definitely coming back for some more of that later.” He moves to the side of the bed and retrieves the gag which you obediently accept back into your mouth, laying still as he fastens it. He looks your over for a minute and then leans down and kisses your cheek. “And who knows? If you’re good, I might let you come, too.”
With a chuckle he turns and leaves, no doubt headed back to the TV and whatever sports game takes his interest while you lay there, bound and gagged, already hoping it’s not long until he returns to use you again.
Can I get a ABA!Taker with small reader, (im 5'0 without shoes lol) (male pref) where he works with taker and accidentally injures him during a match and taker takes him in the locker room?
Hey, hey, Anon! Here’s your fic! No title I’m afraid because I struggle with those. Also have to give props to Randy Orton for the inspiration of Taker getting hurt. Hope you enjoy!
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“Me? You’re sure?”
“That’s what he said. That he likes what he’s seen and thinks you deserve a push.” The exec stands up and so you get to your feet as well before reaching out to shake his hand.
“Thank you, sir. I really appreciate the opportunity.”
You leave the office in a bit of a daze at what’s just taken place. At first you’d been petrified that they were going to fire you and so to be told that none other than the Undertaker wants to work with you… Whoah. Immediately after leaving the room you set about trying to find him so that you can thank him personally - he’s an old school guy and so you know he would consider that the proper way to do things.
After psyching yourself up a bit, you knock on his dressing room door and hear a lazy, “Yeah?”
You open the door a little and peer around it, scanning the large room until you see the man himself sprawled on a couch watching some sports on a TV. He looks around and a slow smile creeps over his face. Not unkind, exactly, but… you can’t quite place it. You stand awkwardly at the door because truth is… well, he’s freakin’ hot.
“It’s the new kid!” He says and waves you over. “Come on in, boy.”
You step in and close the door behind you, trying to ignore the fact that he’s already unintentionally hit on one of your kinks - hearing him call you ‘boy’, and with that accent... You pause for a second as you suppress a shiver and then remind yourself that he’s probably not going to appreciate some timid little newbie hovering in the corner. You need to be polite and respectful, but confident and so you walk over until you’re only a few feet away. Damn, he’s a big guy.
“Sir, I wanted to stop by and say thank you. The office just told me that you asked about us doing a short program together because you thought I deserved a push. Coming from you, that’s a huge compliment sir, and a great opportunity. I really appreciate it, thank you.”
Taker sits up a little bit straighter, his black Harley Davidson t-shirt pulling tight across his chest and he nods. “Respect, that’s good - I like that.”
Like his smile earlier, there’s something in his tone that you can’t place but you do feel yourself blush slightly. Trying to cover it you clear your throat and shrug. “Well, yeah - you’re the locker room leader, so I figured -”
“You figure right.” He says, pointing at you with his first two fingers. “I’m the daddy.”
Oh god. You swallow and start willing your dick not to get hard as you gradually back away. “I’ll uh, I’ll leave you alone now. Thank you again. Sir.”
He gives you a nod. “You got it, kid. We’ll catch up and go over some spots next week some time.”
He turns his attention back to the TV and so that’s you dismissed. You turn and leave the room, unable to shift the image of his shirt stretched tight across his chest and biceps as he gave you that smile. What was that? You decide to head to the gym and get a workout in, but find that his voice calling himself ‘daddy’ echoes around your head all day.
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Match day rolls around and you pace nervously in gorilla and then you turn and nearly walk smack into him. You look up - all the way up, because he has nearly two feet of height on you and you know that fear is written all over your face.
“Calm down, kid. We’re gonna go out there and tear it down, OK?” He rests one huge hand briefly on your shoulder and you glance down at it and then back up.
“Yessir.”
He nods and gives you a nudge towards the curtain as the announcer starts the spiel for you and then your music kicks in and you head on through and down to the ramp. You have a small following and of course you’re going to lose but this is the biggest match of your career so far and so you do you best to get out of your head and play up to the crowd as you reach the ring. The cheers for you die down and then Taker’s music hits and the roof comes off. It’s been decided that the ramp is too short for his bike and so he saunters down to the ring while you wait on him, trying your best not to look as intimidated as you are.
“It’ll be fine,” you tell yourself. “He’s a safe worker. One of the best. He wanted this match.”
He steps in and pulls the audience into continuing their worship as he works his way around the squared circle. Then it’s time. You step up close - you’d be touching chests if it wasn’t for the height difference - and stare up into the deadliest pair of eyes you’ve ever seen. A sneer curls his lip as he stands with his hands on his hips, staring right back down at you. You know that to the watching public it probably looks ridiculous but then the bell goes and it’s game on.
You lock up, so much as that’s possible but he soon sends you sprawling to the floor, which you use as an opportunity to showcase some agility. The match gets into a nice pace and you’re starting to really enjoy yourself, giving Taker the runaround and even getting some low tackles in that slam him to the canvas, just as you’ve agreed. He has you hemmed in the corner as you take turns delivering blows to the head and he calls the big spot that you worked on.
“OK kid, you’re gonna slip under my arm, jump and bash my head on the post here, then get outta the ring and get the chair in here.”
He moves one leg back just a fraction which gives you the wriggle room to duck and with a big leap you deliver the blow to his head before nipping between the ropes. You grab the folding chair from the corner by the announcer’s table and shove it into the ring while Taker staggers about, selling the blow to his head. You pick up the chair and deliver a blow to his back and so he falls down to the canvas and you drop a couple more. As he drags himself up to all fours, you move around so that you’re standing over his head - it’s time for the big one and you raise the chair high and bring it down as he gets to his knees.
He raises his head and you realise with horror what’s about to happen - you’ve not properly factored in distance and BAM! Instead of catching him on top of his head, it glances down his forehead and opens him up. Blood appears in an instant, welling up in the cut before spilling over and trickling down in his face in a bright red curtain. You stare open mouthed at what you’ve done but he doesn’t really acknowledge it, just carries on with a couple more moves on you before grabbing and positioning you for the Last Ride. He lifts you high, high into the air and then you hear the blood rushing in your ears before you hit the canvas with a deafening thud. He covers you, the bell goes and the ref raises his arm as his theme blasts out.
Having celebrated his win he exits the ring and leaves you laying there, staring at a pool of his blood glistening bright red against the canvas. You give him a chance to make his way up the ramp before you slide out and follow dejectedly in his wake. As you walk back through the curtain gorilla is blessedly empty, so you escape the first ass-chewing that you were anticipating. You need to find him and apologise - your first really big match and you blew it. The image of him covered in blood comes to your mind and you wipe a hand over your face and moan. He’s going to kill you.
You ask a couple of crew if they’ve seen him and the second one says that they saw him heading to medical and your heart sinks. You are so finished. You consider going there to see him, but somehow don’t think your presence would be appreciated and so instead you head to the showers figuring to get changed and then catch up to him.
There’s half a dozen guys already in the locker room and they greet you enthusiastically and ask how things went. You recount the absolute disaster and they try to reassure you with all the usual ‘mistakes happen’ stuff. You nod and then grab your gel and head through to the shower while the rest of the guys continue to yell and chat with each other.
You’ve been stood under the water, lost in thought for a few minutes when it suddenly occurs to you that it’s gone quiet. Silent, in fact. Frowning, you shut off the water and grab your towel, rubbing it over your head and body before stepping into a pair of sweats before you walk round the corner to the lockers.
Taker is sat there, waiting for you. Your eyes do a quick sweep of the room and then dart back to him when he speaks.
“Ain’t nobody coming in here, boy. It’s just you and me.”
You take a couple of steps forward. “Taker, I’m sorry - I didn’t mean -”
He holds up a hand and you fall silent. “What’d you call me?”
You curse inwardly. “Sir, I -”
“Try again.”
You swallow as your mind races because there’s no way he wants you to use his given name. If it’s not Taker, and it’s not sir, the only other thing he’s mentioned… Fuck. You chew on your lip for a moment and then whisper, “I’m sorry… daddy?”
He nods slowly. “There ya go.” He beckons you closer and staring at the floor you make your way over. “Look at me, boy.”
You raise your eyes and wince when you see the now closed up cut on his forehead. “I didn’t mean to, daddy.”
“I know that,” he says and you feel relief wash over you until he adds, “but now I need to give you a receipt, don’t I?”
You almost feel like you’re on the outside looking in, because he must know that this is pushing your buttons. Your mind races as you try to think whether you’ve ever said or done anything to give the game away but you turn up a blank. You’ve always had a crush on him but figured you’d kept a lid on it, even to the point of avoiding him. You flash back to that smile he gave you that you had never quite figured out and realise that he must have seen it in you. You don’t know whether to be excited or terrified.
He stands up and you take an involuntary step back but he grabs your wrist before setting one foot up on the bench. You look at the huge boot and then back up to his face but only for a second because he jerks you forward and bends you over his thigh and then holds you in place with a hand on the back of your neck.
“Take those sweats down.” He accompanies his words with a squeeze of his hand.
You reach for your waistband and then sanity interferes. “Wh… what are you going to do?”
“Did I stutter, boy? Get ‘em down!”
With a whimper you comply, pushing the fabric down over your ass and thighs until they reach your knees and drop the rest of the way to pool around your feet.
“That’s better,” his voice is softer now. “I tell you to do something and you jump, boy.”
“Yes, daddy-ee!” Your response turns to a squeak as you feel that big hand stroke over your naked ass.
“OK, it’s receipt time.” His leg shifts slightly as he gets himself comfortable and then he gives you a gentle pat before adding, “Now, you can yell as loud as you want so long as you don’t mind anyone outside figuring out what’s happening to ya.”
With that he draws his hand back and it comes down firmly on your ass, making you gasp. Surprisingly, it’s not as painful as you thought it would be and even when the second and third smacks land it feels like maybe this is just some kind of token thing for him to do to a newbie - like mild hazing or something. By the time it gets to six you’re starting to change your mind and when a particularly hard strike lands you cry out and clutch his leg.
“OK, tha -that’s enough - I -” Suddenly you’re upright, his hand still around the back of your neck and he’s glaring at you. He bends down until his face is inches from your own and you stare at the strawberry blonde goatee as he speaks slowly in a low voice.
“Let’s get something crystal fuckin’ clear, boy. You don’t decide what’s enough - I do. Got it?” You nod and he gives you a shake. “Who does?”
“Y- you do,” you stutter and then when his looks becomes meaner still you hurriedly add, “I mean - you do, daddy.”
“Damn right.” He nods and message delivered, he bends you back over and really begins to wail on you, his palm coming down hard all over your ass and flinging your hands out of the way when you try to protect yourself. You’re shouting in pain and not caring who hears you but it’s clearly no deterrent to him and so you try a different tack.
“Please, daddy! Please stop! I’ll be good, I promise!”
Despite the pain, the embarrassment and the confusion you realise that your dick is getting hard and try desperately to will it from happening, but to no avail. Your feet drum on the floor as he continues to spank you and you’re squeezing his calf again. Eventually he stops and you blink furiously to clear the tears before he drags you upright again.
“That’s your receipt, boy. Next time you fuck up that bad it’ll be my belt, ya hear?”
You swipe a hand across your face and nod, unable to stop your other hand from creeping back to rub at your ass. “Yes, daddy. Can - can I go now?” Even as the words leave your mouth a thought flits through your brain that says, ‘Please don’t end this here…’
He still has a hold on your neck but it’s softened and is more comforting than anything else. You watch his eyes scanning down your body and then he stops and a slow smile crosses his face before he glances back up at you.
“Oh, I don’t think so boy - not yet. Now, what’s this?” His hand slips between your legs and the long, warm fingers wrap around your dick which responds rapidly and you let out a small moan. “Looks like that’s got you all hot and bothered, huh?”
You swallow and consider stuttering out a denial but what would be the point? While he’s holding your dick, his free hand wanders to his own crotch and you watch as he squeezes himself through the denim.
“You want to give it up for daddy? Got a few kinks you want me to work out, that it?”
Your head snaps up. Is he really saying what you think he’s saying? There’s that smirk again but he shocks you by abruptly letting go of your dick and pulling up your sweats. You stand there, a deep blush on your cheeks and heart pounding as it pokes out, tenting the material.
Taker picks up his gear bag, a typical black holdall, and tosses it on to the floor in front of you. You glance down at it and then back up at him but he’s already got his back turned as he walks to retrieve a chair from the far end of the room. He saunters back over and sets it down about four feet from the gear bag, which you’re standing just behind. He takes a seat as you stand there hot, bothered and horny, wondering what’s going on. He leans back, knees falling wide apart and looks up at you.
“Guess you’re hoping I’m gonna fuck you.” It’s a statement and you find yourself nodding before hurriedly stopping yourself as he chuckles. “Yeah, I thought so. But here’s the thing.” He brushes some imaginary dust from his thigh and says, “You gotta earn that.” He sits up a little straighter and folds his arms. “What d’you think about that?”
“I…” You swallow and try to focus enough to answer as you stand before your ultimate crush, aware that a damp patch is probably spreading on your pale grey sweats. “I can do that, daddy.”
He nods, strokes over his goatee and says, “Let’s find out, shall we? Get on all fours, boy.”
As though pulled by invisible strings, you drop to your hands and knees, which puts you about six inches from his gear bag. You look up, eager to pass whatever test he has in mind for you and then it’s as though your brain just short circuits. If he looked alpha male to you before, being down on all fours and looking up just wipes you out. He beckons to you, urging you forwards, but his bag is in the way… isn’t it?
“C’mon, boy… that’s it. Just get the bag underneath yourself… bit further… stop right there.”
You freeze in place when he tells you to stop and in that moment realise that your dick is just above one edge of the holdall. Your eyes are still fixed on him and that predatory smile is back on his face. Your hips drop slightly and your dick makes contact with the bag through your sweats and you gasp, lifting them up again.
“Go on, boy… rut on it.”
Somehow you’d known this was his plan when he made you crawl over the bag. You don’t think you could stop yourself even if you wanted to and so you begin to move, your swollen dick inside your pants repeatedly catching on the edge of his gear bag. The friction is delicious and you moan, head dropping down. You should be embarrassed - maybe you are - but you just don’t care and straight away begin to pick up speed.
Taker looks pleased and palms himself through his jeans again. “Feels good, don’t it? Look at you… you’re fuck drunk already, boy.” He leans forward, bracing his forearms on his thighs and the movement makes you lift your head again.
“Please… please, daddy!”
“Please what?” He shrugs and then shakes his head. “You don’t even know, do you? You’re too busy fucking yourself stupid.”
“Please daddy…” You want to say more but you just can’t form words and he laughs this time - a low, rumbling sound.
“Poor, dumb little fuckslut. Can’t even form a sentence, can you boy? You just keep going until you make a mess in your pants.”
You give up trying to speak and just nod, knowing that you’re really not far off from…
“Fuck - daddy - please!” You cry out as you start to come, the material of your light grey sweats darkening in patches with your release.
Seemingly unmoved Taker reaches forward and slides his bag out from under you, presumably to prevent it from being soiled and then to your eternal surprise he leans over and kisses you on the forehead.
“There ya go. Next time you can try it on my leg, how ‘bout that?”
You’re still on all fours and just nod dumbly. “Yes please, daddy.”
He stands up and picks up his bag, hefting it on to his shoulder. “You might wanna get up boy, before anyone comes in here and wants to know why you’re on the floor with cum stains on your pants. Just a thought.”
With that, he heads for the door and walks out, leaving you alone still staring dazedly at the chair and wondering how long it’ll be until he calls on you again.
hey there, "first time asker" is back! i'm so glad i that i was able to inspire something last time:).
i recently had another idea: so it would be shawn x taker again (i'm sorry i just love these two so much). this time a little more explicit? so taker is usually very dominant and a big fan of tying shawn up. this time tho, shawn wants to tie him up for a change and taker agrees. but we all know that shawn is the biggest tease known to man(kind sorry i couldn't resist). taker then loses his patience. but we all know that he is somewhat of a supernatural being, so he manages to undo the restraints without shawn noticing. now its time for taker to reverse the roles and have his way with shawn.
again any era you want and if you want to add or remove something go ahead. hope your cold is gone by now :)
Hellooooo, second time asker! Here is your fic - sorry that it took me so long and I hope it hits the spot! Feel free to picture whichever era you most prefer!
Give & Take - Interrupted
Shawn pounces on Taker right after he walks in the door, wrapping his arms around the bigger man’s waist and stretching up for a kiss that very quickly becomes heated.
“Someone’s keen,” he comments when Shawn finally lets him up for air.
“Well, if you will insist on sending me suggestive texts in the middle of the afternoon…” Shawn says with a smile.
“Suggestive? It was a few little pictures, that’s all.” Despite his flippant reply, Taker’s hands slide down to cup Shawn’s pert ass.
“They’re called emojis,” Shawn says, planting a lazy kiss on his lover’s neck. “And it was that special one that you use - as you well know.”
Unseen by the blonde who’s still nuzzling at his throat, Taker smiles. “Yeah, OK - you got me. I’m a bad man.”
Shawn leans back so that he can look Taker in the eye. “Nah. You’re actually very good. But… I don’t suppose…” He trails off and worries at his bottom lip with his teeth.
Even though it’s obvious that Shawn is plotting, the big man takes the bait as he gently lifts his thumb to the blonde’s mouth and frees the lip before it gets hurt. “Don’t suppose that what?” He prompts.
“I was thinking… maybe we could change things up tonight?” He does his best puppy dog eyes when he adds, “And I could be the one to tie you up?”
Taker looks at Shawn for a long minute as though searching for any trace of an attempt at ribbing but all he sees is wide, honest blue eyes. And so he nods.
“Sure, why not?” His cold heart melts a little at the excited smile that appears on Shawn’s face and he can’t help adding, “But I’m not calling you ‘sir’.”
“No. No, that would be weird,” Shawn agrees quickly and then settles into Taker’s arms again happily and makes a soft, contented little sound when Taker leans down and kisses the top of his head.
“Uhh, put your hands up over your head,” Shawn says, eyeing the railings of the headboard and toying with handfuls of rope. Having already had each of his feet bound to the bottom of the bed Taker silently complies, holding loosely on to the rails and Shawn has to take a minute to just drink him in. Sure, he sees his partner naked all the time, but rarely on display like this. Taker is a big guy and the position he’s in right now shows all the definition in his huge arms. Shawn wants to lay down on him with that broad chest as a pillow and sink his teeth into those pecs… and then he realises that he can. Still wearing his jeans, he drapes the length of rope around his neck and crawls on to the bed, straddling Taker’s hips. He leans forward and begins to wind the rope around the bigger man’s wrists - his work isn’t as neat as Taker’s but he’s sure it’ll be just as effective. He wraps and knots it around the railings as best he can and then places his hands on Taker’s chest, splaying his fingers out across the pecs.
“Does it feel OK? Not too tight?” He asks the same thing that Taker always says when their roles are reversed.
The big man raises a dark eyebrow. “It’s fine,” he says. “But then, it’s not like I have regular circulation.”
Shawn gives a small shrug in capitulation and then digs his fingers into Taker’s flesh slightly and wriggles backwards. His gaze leaves the green eyes and roves across the broad chest below him and then he does it - he dips his head and mouths at the big man’s left pec just above the nipple before gently biting down.
Taker lets out a breathy moan the sort of which he’s never heard him make before and Shawn looks up in surprise.
“You like that?” He tries to keep his tone in check and sound more confident than questioning.
“Yeah,” Taker replies, his voice sounding a little strained. “I like it just fine.”
Shawn understands his stoic lover well enough to know that liking something ‘just fine’ actually translates as, ‘give me more of that right now’. He briefly considers making Taker ask him to do it again but decides against it as while that’s exactly the kind of thing the big man would do to him, he has a feeling it would just send his partner retreating into his shell. So instead, he dips back down and bites again - harder this time, to the point of leaving teethmarks. He’s rewarded with another moan and so he begins to devour Taker’s chest like a starving man, licking and biting his way across it.
By the time he sits back up Taker’s eyes are closed, he’s breathing rapidly and his skin is pink and covered with marks. Also, his dick is as hard as a rock, which Shawn notices when his ass bumps against it and he smirks a little.
“Guess you really liked it, huh?”
Taker’s eyes snap open and Shawn startles as he notices that the other man’s pupils are blown so wide, his eyes look nearly black.
“Enough teasing now.” Taker flexes his arms and stares hungrily at the blonde wriggling on his lap. “You got it like that, so now you can take care of it.”
“All in good time,” Shawn replies, with a cheeky wink as he shuffles backwards. He wriggles his jeans and boxers off and then lays down on his stomach between Taker’s legs in order to be properly on a level with ‘it’. He rests his chin on his hands as he takes some time to admire the delectable treat in front of him, while his partner stares impatiently down the line of his body, glaring at the smug blonde.
Shawn reaches out and wraps his hand around the base, guiding the column towards him before sticking his tongue out and licking steadily from root to tip. He presses his tongue hard against the flesh, feeling it track over the thick vein while at the same time feeling Taker’s thighs tense beneath his hand. He’s sure that he hears a creak from the head of the bed.
In a bid to quell any sense of mutiny from above, he takes the spongy head into his mouth and sucks hard which automatically causes the bigger man to thrust upwards, chasing the pressure. Shawn merely moves with him and continues to tease, curling his tongue around to tickle at the frenulum as a muffled growl is heard from above.
“I told you enough teasing,” Taker’s words come from between gritted teeth. “Take it down your throat.”
“I told you all in good time,” Shawn counters, emboldened by the safety of distance. “I wanna play a little first, and then I’ll slide right down on it.”
“I’ll remember this,” Taker grumbles, flexing his fingers.
Shawn dips his head to hide a smile. “I’m counting on that,” he answers and then noses at Taker’s balls before licking and nipping at the sac while he reaches up with his right hand to slowly jack the now weeping erection. This earns a few sharp intakes of breath as his victim struggles to adjust to the new sensation.
“C’mon, baby…” Taker’s voice is soft now, cajoling. “You know you want to take me all the way…”
Shawn’s head pops back up in almost comic fashion but the smirk on his face is predatory. His expression matches his actions as he crawls slowly back up Taker’s body, making sure to let his muscled abs drag against the bigger man’s dick on the way.
Taker closes his eyes against the insanely erotic sight of his lover advancing upon him and presses his lips together to prevent any kind of sound escaping. He knows that he shouldn’t do what he’s currently considering… That is, using his powers in the bedroom, right now… it wouldn’t be in the spirit. On the other hand, Shawn has now reached his chest and has begun to bite and suck on his left nipple while simultaneously pinching his right. Unnggh.
Decision made.
It takes Shawn nearly a full minute to realise that something is… not wrong, exactly - just different. He’s laying atop the big man having transferred his attentions from nipples to neck and he’s happily nuzzling away there when the familiar, huge arms wrap around him and a kiss is pressed to the side of his head. The big hands slide down his back and then cup his ass and squeeze before-
Hang on a second!
He scrambles to an upright position, to find Taker’s hands very much no longer tied and a quick glance behind him confirms that while his legs are still spread, his ankles are also free. Taker at least has the good grace to look a bit sheepish and he shrugs awkwardly.
“I got impatient?” He offers as Shawn folds his arms and pouts down at him. “The worst torture was not being able to touch you…”
Shawn can’t get mad - he’s still feeling a little high from the dose of power that he was given and so he leans down and kisses Taker gently.
“Well, now you can touch all you want.”
Taker raises a hand to hold the back of Shawn’s head as he deepens the kiss, his tongue slipping into the blonde’s mouth as the smaller man whimpers his submission. As soon as he breaks the kiss, he rolls them in one movement so that their positions are reversed and he stares down into bright blue eyes that seem to be begging him to take charge. He pins the slim wrists to the bed and when he feels Shawn push against the hold he tightens his grip and watches with satisfaction as he shudders.
“Wh.. what are you gonna do with me?” Shawn asks, a tremor in his voice that even if it’s only done for effect, goes straight to Taker’s dick.
Taker doesn’t answer at first - just uses his grip on each wrist to push Shawn’s arms out wide and then dares him with a Look to move as he lets go and untangles the rope from the headboard’s rails. He quickly and efficiently completes the ties and then asks Shawn to confirm that nothing is too tight. Comfort established, Taker drifts the tips of his fingers down the blonde’s arms, watching them tense as he reaches that ticklish spot on each armpit before finally replying.
“I’m going to make you beg, boy toy.”
Shawn can’t prevent the low whine that’s a combination of lust and trepidation. Taker smirks at the noise, leans down and proceeds to visit upon Shawn exactly what was done to him. He flicks his tongue over the heaving chest and then sinks his teeth slowly into one perfect pec. He takes time to appreciate how the flesh feels under his bite, increasing the pressure until he’s sure that imprints will be left behind. Shawn’s head thrashes from side to side as the torrent of pain-pleasure is inflicted upon him.
He teases the blonde’s nipples, the very tip of his tongue dancing insistently over the hard little peaks and then turns his attention to Shawn’s neck. He takes a good handful of his lover’s hair and uses it to hold his head back as he kisses and bites his throat. Shawn mewls quietly as he’s devoured, straining at the ropes just to feel the restraint more fully.
“Please,” He gasps out when Taker finally kneels back up, watching him writhe impatiently.
“Please, what?”
Shawn’s dick twitches at the prompt and he swallows before replying, “Please, sir…”
Taker smirks and raises an eyebrow. “Please, sir… what?”
Shawn bunches his hands into fists, knowing that it will make his biceps flex a little. “I want… Can I come, sir?”
Taker laughs quietly and merely shakes his head ‘no’, before shifting forwards and offering his dick up to Shawn’s lips. “Open up, boy toy; let’s put that pretty mouth to good use.”
Shawn’s eyes close as he takes his lover’s erection into his mouth and caresses the underside with his tongue. Taker thrusts gently, letting out a quiet grunt of his own as Shawn’s teeth softly scrape over his flesh. “Look at me,” he commands and his heart swells just a little when the blue eyes flutter open and meet his own. Taker holds on to the top rail of the headboard and slowly fucks Shawn’s mouth for a while - never pushing too far, just enjoying as much as the position allows.
Eventually he withdraws and stands up, making his way to the foot of the bed, trailing his fingertips along Shawn’s torso and down his leg as he goes. He stands and contemplates the gorgeous creature on the bed, all mussed-up hair and whimpers.
“That looks uncomfortable,” Taker says, with a nod towards Shawn’s straining dick. As if performing on cue, a bead of pre-come leaks out of the dark red slit and dribbles down over the head. “Want me to do something with it?”
Shawn nods rapidly. “Yes, sir - please. God, yes!”
“I was hoping you’d say that.” Taker drops forward, catching himself on his hands and then leans over to lick up the drip running down the side of Shawn’s dick. The blonde shouts in surprise and Taker has to clamp his hands down on the smaller man’s legs to prevent him from moving too much. Far from backing off at the extreme reaction, Taker instead captures the weeping head in his mouth and swirls his long tongue around it a couple of times before sucking hard, drawing back off it with a pop.
Shawn’s hips thrust up pathetically despite Taker’s hold and he looks confused that all the bigger man has done is make matters worse. “Wha..?”
“Said I’d do something with it. Not get rid of it.” Shawn looks bereft which just makes Taker smile. “Didn’t I say that I’d remember what you did to me just now?” Somewhat defeated, Shawn nods as he grasps the bars of the headboard. He looks so pitiful that Taker decides to progress things and crosses to the bedside cabinet to retrieve the lube. He very deliberately holds Shawn’s gaze as he squeezes some out on to his hand to warm and then steps up close, tapping the nearest thigh as a signal to bend his knees.
He gently pushes a well-lubed finger into Shawn, working it in and out while the blonde lets out the most adorable breathy little moans.
“Like this part, don’t you?”
“L - like all of it, si-ahh!” Shawn’s response is cut off to a gasp as Taker chooses that moment to add a second finger. “God, that feels so good…” He writhes and pulls against the ropes as Taker seeks out that little bundle of nerves and presses insistently. The pleasurable burn as he’s carefully stretched is all-consuming and he begins to feel as though he’ll come from Taker’s fingers alone.
“You look good all spread out like that,” Taker comments. He twists his hand around and gently scissors his fingers inside Shawn’s grasping heat and the smaller man mewls.
“Please… Fuck me sir, please!”
“You sure you’re ready?”
Shawn nods rapidly in response. “Please!” He says again, thrusting his hips up.
Taker has half a mind to make him wait, but truth be told he’s more than ready himself and so he withdraws his fingers and then slathers more lube on to his dick. As a final tease he bites his way along one of Shawn’s thighs and then kneels on the bed, hooking his hands behind the blonde’s knees. He lines up and then pushes slowly in, gritting his teeth against the squeeze and intense heat until he bottoms out. He takes a few moments to adjust and then draws back, the beginning of a torturously slow fuck.
Shawn stares up at the man above him, relishing the feeling of being completely owned as he’s held in position. Sure, the idea of topping had been fun but nothing can beat this, he’s sure of it.
“Faster…” The words slip out unbidden and result in Taker ceasing to move altogether.
“You giving orders now?” He asks with a raised eyebrow and serious expression.
“N - no, sir. I just… so good…” Shawn bites his bottom lip and does his best to look contrite.
“That’s what I thought,” Taker says and starts to move again. He moves his left hand from behind Shawn’s knee and places it loosely about the smaller man’s throat. “Your job is to lay there and take it. What are you?”
The question takes Shawn by surprise and at first he’s not sure what Taker’s looking for so he blinks, swallows and hopes for the best before replying,
“I’m your boy toy, sir.”
A mildly satisfied smirk turns up the corner of Taker’s mouth and he rewards Shawn with a few rapid thrusts to stab against his prostate before returning to the previous slow pace.
“What else?”
Shawn swallows again, his stomach flip-flopping before he closes his eyes with faux-shame and quietly answers, “A slut, sir.”
Taker gives Shawn’s throat a gentle squeeze. “Whose slut?”
Shawn’s eyes fly open, expression mildly panicked as though he’s desperate not to be misunderstood. “Yours - your slut.”
“Damn right,” Taker mutters and again rewards the admission with more rapid thrusts. “What else?”
Shawn lets out a small whimper as the pace backs off again and then looks Taker right in the eyes as with more intensity he says, “Your whore, sir.”
This time the increased speed is maintained and Taker shifts his hand from the slim throat to Shawn’s chest, plucking hard at his nipples.
“One of these days I’m gonna label you up with those names,” he says darkly. “Get a Sharpie out and spend a while marking ‘em out on you.” Shawn’s chest heaves and Taker knows he’s imagining that act taking place and so he goes on. “We’ll go out for dinner, real civilised, but you and me will both know that under your shirt you’re branded with all those dirty names that you love.”
“Fuck… please, sir. Please let me come?”
“You’ll wait ‘til you’re told, boy toy.” Taker puts his hand back behind Shawn’s knee, using it to anchor him in place for more vigorous treatment. He’s close himself but there’s no way he’s going to admit that so soon.
Beneath him Shawn looks down the line of his body at his dripping cock, the head weeping and red and wonders whether he’s capable of obeying.
Returning vaguely to the evening’s apparent theme Taker adds, “Bet you’d let me fuck you in front of the whole locker room, huh? You’d let everyone know that you’re all mine, to do whatever I want with, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes! God, yes, sir - want everyone to know - know that I’m yours!”
“Good boy.” Taker slows the pace but gives several deep thrusts, aiming them to hit Shawn’s prostate and grunts with satisfaction when his moans of pleasure become shouts. “Might even put a collar on you - nice one with a pretty tag that tells everyone who you belong to.”
Shawn squeezes his eyes shut, a thought fleeting through his brain about whether Taker might let him choose the colour. “Please, sir… please… I don’t know if I can… fuck, please!”
Without missing a beat Taker grabs the lube and gets a dose on to his hand before grasping Shawn’s cock and sliding it up and down. Shawn sobs and clings to the bed rail for dear life as he cries out desperately and Taker can’t help but feel some pity.
“Go ahead, boy toy - come for me.”
With a shout of relief Shawn lets go, his release shooting out in an arc as Taker milks him expertly even when the fluttering of his channel triggers the bigger man’s climax, making his hips stutter and shove hard against the blonde. The two of them are falling together in a bubble of perfect pleasure and as they eventually come down from the peak a silence settles over the room. Breaths slowly return to normal and having slipped out of Shawn, Taker crawls up over him once more and undoes the ties. As soon as his arms are free Shawn wraps them around the broad back and plants a kiss on to Taker’s shoulder.
“Can I choose the colour?”
Taker lifts his head in order to look down at smiling blonde. “Huh?”
“The collar. Can I choose the colour?”
Taker huffs out a laugh and kisses the tip of Shawn’s nose. “Nope - it’ll be black leather. But I’ll let you choose the tag, OK?”
Shawn lets out an honest to goodness giggle and nods happily. “Deal.”
Taker smut time as The List continues, this time with wax play (also please see safety notes at the end)…
The List - Wax Play
You open the bedroom door to be met with dozens of flickering candles, set in clusters around the room - the bed is turned down… all the way back, actually, you notice and there’s some kind of pastel-coloured translucent sheet laid out on it but in the low light you can’t tell exactly what it is.
“What’s the occasion?” You ask, leaning back against him and wriggling slightly as his strong arms wrap around you.
“You wanted to try playing with hot wax didn’t you, little girl?”
Your head falls back against his chest as you try to look up at him, instantly feeling your stomach flip at the thought of a scene. “That’s a lot of wax…”
He strokes a finger over your exposed throat and then dips his head and bites the side of your neck before saying, “It’s not all to use on you. Regular candles aren’t always safe to use for this. They melt at a much higher temperature - I’ll be using the soy wax.”
As your eyes have adjusted to the dim light you now find that you can make out some colours… there’s a lot of black and purple and how do you just know that those are the ones he’s going to use. You really have no idea what this is going to feel like, but you’re incredibly excited by the prospect and turn around in his arms and smile up at him.
“Where do you want me?” You ask playfully, stroking your hands from his shoulders down to his hands.
His demeanour changes slightly and he holds himself straighter as he pushes you gently away from him. “I want you naked, on your knees right there, waiting quietly until I come back.”
Your stomach flips at the quiet but firm order and you drop your gaze and reply, “Yes, sir.”
He waits while you strip out of your clothes and sink to your knees and then takes some time to correct your posture to his liking. He gently pushes against your lower back while simultaneously urging your shoulders back until you’re ramrod straight. Next, he nudges your ankle with his foot, a silent command to pull it under yourself properly.
“Gonna do a whole scene with you about positions and posture,” he says quietly in a tone tinged with humour and you bite your lip as you look up at him.
“I’m sorry, sir - I’ll try harder.” You really mean it, too.
He strokes over your hair and smiles. “Don’t worry little girl, it’ll be fun; lots of opportunity for correction.”
You smile back, amazed briefly at how you now, for the most part at least, feel at peace with your desires. He turns and leaves and you take the time to look around the room properly, noticing that some candles sit in traditional holders while other flames dance from slightly larger containers that you can’t quite make out now that you’re lower down. The space is warm to the point where you don’t feel cold despite your nudity and that’s largely down to the sheer volume of candles that he’s employed.
You’re not sure how long you’re alone for, but when he returns his hair is tied back, he’s changed into a sleeveless t-shirt and he’s holding a small black box. Your eyes rove hungrily over his arms - you adore everything about him of course… but especially his arms. He takes a seat in the easy chair in the corner and looks you over, a slight frown coming to his face.
“I didn’t adjust your posture for fun, little girl - smarten it up.”
Now that it’s been highlighted, you realise that you’re slouching and leaning slightly to one side from where you were looking all around the room. You quickly do your best to recreate the position that he put you in earlier and feel relieved when he gives a small nod.
“Seems like you really do need a little bit of learning time on that, doesn’t it?” He says, referring to his earlier comment about a scene based around positions.
“Yes sir,” you reply softly, hoping he’s not too cross with you.
“We’ll talk about that later,” he says. “Now, I need to cover a couple of things with you. Like always, I’m going to start slow and if you don’t like what you’re feeling then you tell me.”
You nod - he says this every time you try something new and at this point it makes you want to roll your eyes but deep down you know it’s because he’s responsible. What he says next though, does take you by surprise.
“Once the wax has gone on and dried, it’s gonna have to come off again. I’ll be able to use my hands but I think it would add to the atmosphere if I use this.” So saying, he opens the small black box and takes out an ornate-looking knife. “I wanted to check with you first rather than spring it on you when you might be a little spaced out.”
“Is it sharp?” You ask, reaching a hand out and then drawing it quickly back again as you realise he might not want you to touch.
“It’s sharp enough,” he says. “I’ll be careful and if you don’t like it, just say the word.”
You have a picture in your mind’s eye of you laid out on the bed, him above you with the blade pressed to your skin and it makes you shiver in the best way.
“I’d like you to use it. Please, sir.” You tag the honorific quickly on to the end so that he won’t scold you for forgetting.
A smile pulls at the corner of his mouth and he stands up, handing you a hair tie from his pocket. “Clip it up, as well - make sure it’s all off your neck and then I want you face down on the bed.”
As you get on to the bed you realise that the pastel-coloured sheet was a shower curtain and you do your best to settle carefully into position so as not to rumple it too much. He steps up alongside you and strokes a large hand down your back.
“I’m going to start small,” he comments and then you gasp and flinch as your back feels peppered with spikes. “How was that?”
You take a moment to consider. “I’m not sure, sir… it faded really fast.”
“A little more, then.” There’s a note of humour in his voice and before he’s even finished speaking there’s the sharp, hot pain again - stronger this time - and you hiss and arch your back. “Looks like you enjoyed that, little girl.”
You let out an affirmative little whimper as the initial sharp burn dulls to a comforting warmth and then with a roll of your shoulders confess, “It doesn’t hurt as much as I thought it would.”
“I can make it hurt a bit more,” He says, stroking a hand over your butt. “The closer the wax is to your skin when I drop it, the more painful it’ll be.”
“Please, sir…?” Your eyes are closed, you feel safe and an aroused warmth is spreading through you. Sometimes you want to film the two of you together so that you can see him from other angles - really learn how he reacts to your playtime.
“Seeing as you said ‘please’,” He comments and then you feel a line of fire down your spine that seems to go on and on, making you cry out quietly for its duration.
The feeling takes longer to fade this time and you pant softly but haven’t quite recovered when it happens again and then a third time has your hands twisting into the sheet as your cries become louder.
“Remember your colours,” He says quietly and you take instant comfort in the words. You don’t actually feel the need to call, but it always makes you feel protected - that little reminder that he’s looking out for you. The next few minutes are back to peppering little darts of heat all over and you start to wonder whether there’s any untouched skin left on your back.
“Want me to take a picture of this?” He asks suddenly and your eyes open. “Otherwise you won’t get to see it.”
“Yes, sir - please,” You answer eagerly and you see him set a purple candle down carefully and then hear a cupboard open and close.
“Keep still now,” He says and then there’s a flash followed by the click and whir of a Polaroid camera. He snaps a few shots and then his hand engulfs the back of your head, nails scratching gently over your scalp. You moan and push back against his hand as you moan happily from the contact.
“Ready to turn over, little girl? Give me a fresh canvas to work with?”
With an eager little sound you roll over and reposition yourself, arms stretched out to either side like a sacrifice - it feels apposite in the current atmosphere. He hums low in appreciation and then climbs on to the bed and kneels astride you, stroking over your skin with his fingertips. You bite your lip against a squeal as he brushes across your ticklish underarms and then let out a moan as he pinches lightly at your nipples, teasing them into tight, proud peaks.
“Gonna cover these in a little while… it’ll hurt, though.” He leans down and kisses you, teasing your lips apart as his body covers yours, his clothes rough against your skin. He breaks the kiss and then speaks softly against your lips. “Think you can stand the pain for me?”
You nod as best you can and whisper back, “Yes, sir… I like it.”
“Mm, I know you do.” He kneels back up and traces your lips with two fingers, smirking down at you as your tongue darts out to lick over the digits. “My little pain slut.” He gives a final quick pinch to each nipple and then climbs off you, crossing to the set of drawers and picking up a fresh candle. Returning to stand beside the bed he contemplates you for a moment and his close scrutiny has you spreading your thighs, just a little.
“I don’t want it to splash while you’re face up, so I’m going to hold the candle nice and close. If it gets too much then you know what to do.”
You wriggle slightly in your impatience but nod your agreement before looking up at him pleadingly. “Please, sir… please keep going.”
He smirks again and tilts the candle ever so slightly, gaze flicking between his target and the pool of wax. Your eyes are riveted on the dancing flame and then he finally tips it all the way and you hiss as the hot liquid lands on your shoulder and dribbles down before solidifying. He mirrors the action on the opposite shoulder and then moves the candle, trickling a hot line across your collar bone and down underneath your breasts and then back up to join with the original splash.
Your chest rises and falls with increasing speed as he swaps out to a black candle which he holds close to your stomach and then tips in a messy pool on to your skin. It’s the first time he’s used such a large amount in one place and with a pained gasp you start to lift yourself up only to be met with a heavy hand on your sternum and he pushes you back down.
“Keep still, little girl. Nice and still and take it for me, like a good little pain slut…”
You feel a rush of moisture at him stepping up the domineering attitude and settle back with whimper as he picks up yet another candle and does the same thing again. It’s less of a shock this time and although you cry out, you don’t move and so he sets the candle back down and then rewards you with a kiss.
“There’s my obedient girl. You ready for the finale?”
“Yes, sir.” You nod and grip handfuls of the sheet as he moves away, wishing that you knew exactly what he was planning. The patches of heat on your stomach haven’t dissipated yet but it’s a delicious gentle burn and your hips roll involuntarily.
He comes back over and is holding two tiny white jugs - at least, they look tiny his in huge hands; the image would probably be funny if you weren’t otherwise distracted. He stands over you and indicates the two containers.
“D’you want one at a time little girl, or both together?”
“Both together, sir - please.” You’re not sure why you answer that way, or so quickly, but it seems to please him and he nods.
“Stay nice and still for a second - wouldn’t want to spill them,” He says with a wink and a small huff of laughter at his own joke before climbing carefully on to the bed and straddling you again. He settles some of his weight on your hips and you’re fairly sure it’s intentional. “Ready?”
“So ready,” You breathe out and then the breath gives way to a scream as he takes you at your word and up-ends the vessels right above your breasts. Melted wax gushes from the spouts in thick, heavy streams and he criss-crosses them once or twice, mixing up the colours before dropping them, empty, on to the cover sheet. Instinctively you try to sit up but he’s already leaned forward and captured your wrists in his hands and is pinning you to the bed.
“Such a brave girl,” He says quietly as he watches you thrash beneath him. “I know it hurts baby but that was so good - so proud of you, taking all that for me.”
As the initial shock and pain fades, the feeling of his physically overpowering you comes to the fore and you moan and push against his weight. He laughs at your attempts, low and devious, before giving you a quick kiss.
“We’re not done yet, little girl - it’s time to take that wax off.” He releases his hold and rolls off the bed, collecting the empty jugs and setting them to one side.
“Please will you take a picture first, sir?”
He smiles and nods, fetching the camera and snapping a couple more photos, flapping each one in the air before putting them down out of harm’s way to develop. When he turns back around he’s holding the knife and your heart skips a beat as he advances.
“Still OK?” He asks quietly and you smile and nod.
“Green, sir.”
Bending over you, he drags the tip of the knife gently across your skin until he reaches a patch of wax on your stomach. He taps on the hardened patch a few times and then works the edge of the blade against the wax; you almost don’t dare breathe as you feel the cool steel rocking against your skin. The feeling as the patch is broken free is strangely pleasing and without thinking you move your hand to touch the newly-uncovered skin.
“Ah ah!” His voice is loud and he catches your hand in his own. You lift your head to find him looking down at you with what’s almost a glare and you bite your lip.
“Careful while I’m using this, little girl.” He indicates the knife and you nod contritely.
“Sorry, sir; I didn’t think. I just - I wanted to see if the skin was hot under the wax.”
His expression softens and he guides your hand back to your stomach. “It is,” He says. “Probably not on your back anymore but the wax was thicker here.”
Curiosity sated, you move your hand back out to the side and he resumes work to remove the wax from your stomach and shoulders before urging you to turn over. You look down questioningly at your boobs but he just throws you a smirk. “Saving the best ‘til last, little girl.”
The feeling of the blade scraping across your back is wonderful and you hear the small drops of dried wax hitting the protective sheet with a sound like gentle rainfall. After a while of working with the knife he runs a hand across your back, dislodging loose specks - you’re practically purring at the treatment and then he lands a couple of hard smacks on your backside, making you giggle and squeal.
“Back over, little girl - you know what comes next.” Once you’re on your back again he straddles you one final time and covers your breasts with his huge hands and squeezes. The wax gives way and he brushes large chunks off to each side and then picks up the knife again. With a devious smile he holds the blade to your throat and watches as your pupils blow wide and you lick your lips.
“Oh, you like that, huh?” He strokes the blade gently down to your boobs, working it against the remaining wax. “Maybe I should work something like that into a scene,” He adds as he flicks off a few more pieces and tweaks a nipple with his free hand. “What do you think? I could kidnap you off the street at knifepoint… throw you into my truck and make you do all kinds of things…”
You whine in the back of your throat. “Oh god, yes please sir!” He laughs low and it sends shivers through you.
“Mmm, dirty little girl,” He says and leans down and kisses you. “We’ll talk about that another time.”
He places the knife carefully to one side and then stands up, giving you a brush down with his hands before urging you to sit up whereupon he brushes you down again and then lifts you into his arms and carries you to the bathroom, setting you gently down on to the tiles.
“Get a shower started while I go clean up,” He says, stroking a thumb over your cheek.
“Then can we talk about you kidnapping me?” You say with big eyes, catching him around the waist.
“Not tonight,” He says. “I’ve got other plans for you tonight, little girl. One of which involves holding you up against the shower wall and fucking you until you see stars. So get that shower started…”
TTT
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NOTES.
If you’re going to do wax play, then for the love of all that shines use a drop sheet - unless you especially want your sheets / carpets / floors ruined.
I wrote this to have eleventy-billion candles around the room… this actually isn’t very smart. Fire is dangerous and caution should be practiced at all times.
General all-purpose / household candles often aren’t really suited to wax play due to the higher melting point, or chemicals that might be in them - if you’re starting out then you should probably avoid.
Dropping wax from a height means it can splash so be mindful of the recipient’s eyes.
Didn’t write it into this scene but if you’re layering wax on, bear in mind that the skin will keep heating underneath it and burns can occur so again, exercise caution.
You might have seen / read stuff where the Dominant uses a flogger to ‘whip’ the dried wax off… yeah - that’s a brilliant way to ruin a flogger. Removing it in the shower? Excellent way to block your drains. Most of it will come off with gentle encouragement from fingers but in a pinch for any stubborn bits - reach for a plastic card i.e. credit card. Blades can of course be used but again - safety first and for goodness sake be careful!
If you’re thinking of doing wax play in a hotel… be aware that candles can raise a room’s temperature quite significantly, even if there are only a few. Concentration of heat, plus any smoke from extinguished candles could lead to the hotel’s fire alarm being triggered. I suppose whether you care about this or not depends on your tolerance for embarassment and how you feel about inconveniencing an entire building.
More smut, as ‘The List’ gets explored… This one features a surprise guest appearance by everyone’s favourite Heartbreak Kid…
The List - Exhibitionism
“This one might be a little tough to figure out. It’s kind of hard for me to be anonymous and a situation like that could get us a lot of unwanted attention, even at a club.”
You’re cuddling in bed and the subject at hand from your list is ‘exhibitionism / being watched’.
“What exactly did you have in mind?” He continues. “You want people to watch while I play with you? Fuck you?”
You rest your head on his chest. “I’m not sure… I wouldn’t want a big crowd or anything like that. The only time I really thought about it, I imagined just one person and it was kind of like you were showing me off, and you made me come while they watched.”
He hums low and you feel it vibrate in his chest and then he’s flipped you over and is leaning down to kiss you thoroughly. When he lets you up for air you give him a puzzled look and he smirks.
“Just proud of you for saying all that out loud without any whining.” You roll your eyes and slap ineffectually at his arm as you both laugh. He smooches your forehead and then lays back down. “Let me think on it awhile - I’m sure we can come up with something.”
—— Two days later ——
You’re in the shower together when he broaches the subject. He’s just tilted your head back to rinse the suds from your hair when he says,
“Would you want the person watching us to be a stranger?”
You’re confused for a second as to what he’s talking about but you catch up quickly and tilt your head back further still so that you can look at him, albeit upside down.
“I don’t know… if I knew them, I think it would depend who it was, exactly. Does that make sense?”
“It does,” he replies, continuing to rinse your hair.
You turn around and press up close to him, planting a kiss on his chest. “You’ve thought of something, haven’t you?”
“Maybe,” he says teasingly. You wait for him to continue and then pout when he doesn’t say anything more, making him chuckle and then add, “How would you feel if it was Shawn?”
“Wouldn’t he be weirded out by it?” You manage to say and he actually laughs.
“Not hardly, baby girl - he plays the same way we do.”
This revelation has you agog. “Shawn?” You say, trying to process the thought. “As in, Shawn Shawn?”
“Shawn Shawn,” he replies, still smiling. “HBK, the Showstopper. Mr Wrestlemania. Yeah. That Shawn.”
You stand under the running water as you to try to wrap your head around the idea. You know Shawn pretty well and never had any inkling that he might be into kink stuff… mind you, up until very recently you didn’t know it about Mark, either.
“How do you think you’d feel about it being him?” He asks and you snap back to the present, reach back and squeeze water out of your hair.
“I think that’d be OK, yeah. Definitely OK.”
He shuts off the water and steps out of the shower, grabbing a towel he turns back and bundles you up in it before picking up his own. “I’ll call him later; he might want to talk to you, too.”
That thought gives you pause. “Why would he want to talk to me?”
“Because he’s responsible and he might want to make sure you’re not being pressured into anything.”
“OK… but he knows you well enough to be sure you wouldn’t do that, doesn’t he?”
He briskly dries his back and then twists the towel around his waist before fixing you with a level gaze.
“He does, but speaking to you as well means that everyone involved is certain that we’re all good with what’s happening.” You follow him back into the bedroom and flop on to the bed still wrapped in your towel while he pulls some underwear from a drawer. “After all,” he adds with a smirk, “You’re the one that’s gonna be held down and made to come while he watches.”
You feel almost an instant rush of moisture to your core at his words and let out a breathy moan. “Fuck…” you sigh and your hand begins to wander but he walks up and moves it away.
“No time for that, babe - we need to get going,” he says and when you groan in frustration he counters, “Hey, you enjoy a little denial now and again!”
——The next day ——
You hadn’t really expected it all to have been set up to fast and so you feel nervous all morning. You’d both spoken to Shawn together yesterday and then Mark had left you alone and sure enough, Shawn made certain that you definitely wanted what had been discussed. Happy with your enthusiastic consent, the two men then sent you out so that they could formulate a plan for the scene.
He hasn’t said much to you about what was discussed, only that it wouldn’t take place at a hotel but somewhere else that was ‘public but private’ - indoors and safe, of course.
He drives you to a park around lunchtime, you find a secluded spot and have a picnic in the shade and then cuddle together - he can definitely tell that you’re a little nervous. He positions his long legs either side of you so that you can lean back against him and then he proceeds to whisper filth in your ear about what he’d like to do to you until you’re squirming and unspeakably horny. You half expect Shawn to appear at this point but you remember he said the scene would be indoors.
You both return to the truck and you can already feel that your underwear is soaked.
“How you feeling, little girl?”
You look over at him, your face flushed - he knows exactly how turned on you are and he’s loving every second of it, judging by the smirk on his face.
“I need to come, sir…” You say quietly, hoping that he’ll have some pity and at least let you take the edge off. No such luck - he just snorts with laughter.
“Too bad; you’re gonna have to wait. Keep your hands out of your lap.”
You do as he says and with a nod of satisfaction, he pulls the truck out on to the road. You don’t drive for that long when he pulls off the main road, makes a few more turns and then pulls into a parking lot. Ahead of you is what looks at first like a gym and then you realise - Shawn has a wrestling academy and this must be it.
“Let’s go take care of some business,” he says and climbs out of the truck, clearly expecting you to follow. Once outside he grabs your hand and tows you behind him up to the door which he pushes open and leads you through. There’s a large ring at one end and a few guys are in there but you don’t see Shawn. He leads you through a side door and down a hallway and then you come to a door which he gives a halfhearted knock to before pushing it open.
Directly ahead of you Shawn sits behind a desk, which is such an alien idea to you that you almost laugh. He stands up as you approach and flashes that dazzling smile.
“Hey there, big man! Hey cutie,” he adds as he turns to you and gives you a wink. He always calls you that. “I’m told you’ve been playing for a little while now, that right?”
Suddenly feeling shy, you nod and then gasp as a hard smack lands on your sit spot.
“Show some respect, little girl - answer properly.”
You almost panic because you have no idea how to address the blonde. Calling him ‘sir’ doesn’t seem right, somehow… He sees your alarm and his smile softens and he says quietly, “‘Yes, Shawn’ is just fine, cutie. So you’ve been playing a while?”
“Yes, Shawn.” Your voice is barely above a whisper and you hope it was loud enough to be acceptable.
“Still new enough at it to be shy, though - I like that.”
“Oh, she’s not always this shy - she screams the place down when she’s coming.”
You feel yourself blushing and look down at the floor as Shawn chuckles, “I bet that’s beautiful to see.”
“We can show you right now, man. I’ve been winding her tight all morning and I guarantee she’s dripping wet.”
Shawn drops into his chair and leans back. “I’d love to see that.”
He wraps his fist in your hair and raises your blushing face to look at him. “How about it, little girl? You said in the truck that you needed to come… this is your chance. Pay off is that Shawn gets to watch. What d’you think? You wanna show us both what a good little slut you can be?”
You nearly come right there and then from his words and you’re breathing heavily but manage to say, “Yes, sir… green.”
He smiles and kisses you. “Good girl - get that dress off.”
You quickly pull the sundress over your head leaving you in just your underwear and he moves behind you, unhooking your bra before pulling you back against him and holding you on display for Shawn to see. He runs his big hands over your body, tweaking at your nipples until you arch against him with a hungry moan.
“Seems like you enjoy him showing you off, cutie.” The blonde’s voice drifts across and you drop your head forwards to look at him.
“Yes, Shawn.”
God, you’re finding that you really do it enjoy it, too. Your clit throbs and your hand instinctively tries to slide down and relieve the pressure but your wrist is grabbed and with a soft growl he bites down where your neck meets your shoulder.
“No touching. In fact… bend over the desk and stretch your arms across it.” He pushes you down and you reach towards the opposite side.
“Look at me cutie,” Shawn says softly and so you raise your head slightly to meet his gaze and then cry out as you’re spanked hard on each cheek.
“Knew it… she’s dripping.” Without warning he pushes two fingers into your pussy and you lift yourself up off the desk in shocked pleasure.
“Get back down there, slut.” He growls and pushes down between your shoulders. He pumps his fingers slowly in and out a few times and your fingers scrabble at the table top. “You want Shawn to hold on to your wrists? Help you stay down and be a good girl?”
You’re struggling to think straight but yes, you do want that and so you fight through the fog of lust and nod as you look at Shawn. “Please sir… green.”
“C’mere, cutie.” The blonde scoots forward on his chair and reaches out to capture first one hand and then the other before drawing them together and closing his fingers around your wrists. You whimper at the gentle restraint and he smiles, directing his next words up at Mark. “She sure is a responsive little thing.”
“Right? She just loves to please… now let’s see if we can’t make her scream.”
He quickens the pace of his fingers as well as increasing the force and you tense against Shawn’s hold as your moans become louder.
“Fuuuuck… oh, fuck that’s so good! More… please, sir?”
He doesn’t miss a beat, just moves his hand from your shoulder to your hair. “My little slut wants more, huh? You want another finger?”
“Yes sir, please! Need to come, please!” Any nervousness you felt is long gone and all you can feel is warm, delicious pleasure.
He gives a tug on your hair. “I’ll give you more but you know the rules, little girl - you don’t come until I say so.” You moan in response and he withdraws his fingers and uses the hand to give you a couple of sharp smacks on the ass. “You hear me?”
“Yes, sir! I’ll be good! Please, sir!”
He hums in the back of his throat and then shoves three fingers into your soaked pussy and proceeds to pound them in hard. You’re pulling against Shawn’s hold and so he tightens his grip and your head falls forward with a gentle thump on to the desk.
“Told you to look at me, cutie.” His voice warns gently and so you drag your head up again and fix your frantic eyes on his face. “That’s it,” he says approvingly, “You feeling real good?”
You nod and then remember your manners and gasp out, “Yes, Shawn!”
“Such a good little slut,” Mark murmurs from above you. “Hold it now, I’m gonna count you down.” His fingers are jabbing into you with little twisting motions and you’re right on the brink. “Five… four…”
“Oh fuck… please, please, please…” You’re mumbling desperately as you try to keep hold of his voice in your head.
“Three… two… one… come for me little girl, that’s it!” You scream as the wave of pleasure crashes over you and he continues to talk and stroke his fingers in and out. “Little slut, coming all over my hand… Shawn’s watching all of this… he’s been able to hear how wet you are - you’re putting on such a good show for him, little girl.”
He continues to draw out your climax until the smallest aftershocks drift away and you’re just laying, limp on the desk and breathing hard. He gently removes his fingers and then lifts you up with ease to hold you against him.
“We’re not done yet, baby.” You make an exhausted, confused sound as he toys with one of your nipples and then he says, “Your clit hasn’t had any attention yet, has it? I think we should do something about that.”
Shawn smiles and pushes back slightly from the desk to get a better view and then he whistles low. “Jeez, she’s soaked - I can see it from here!”
“Why d’you think I wore black jeans?” He counters with a chuckle and you blush yet again at the way they’re talking about you. Still holding on to you with an arm across your torso, he reaches to the side and pulls an office chair over and then sits down, bundling you into his lap.
“Put your legs up on the armrests, there - you want Shawn to be able to see everything don’t you?”
“Yes, sir.” You whimper as you raise your legs into position, acutely aware of how on show you are now - this is different to before, when all he’d really been able to see was your face.
“Give me a colour, baby.” His deep voice murmurs into your ear as he senses your nervousness again.
You take a moment to look down at yourself, cradled in his lap but with your legs spread wide and then you look up at Shawn who’s staring at you hungrily. You can feel the bulge in Mark’s jeans and figure that Shawn’s probably in the same state - all because of you. Calm washes over you and you tip your head back to claim a small kiss. “Green, sir… please make me come again…”
“Such a good little slut,” he whispers against your lips. “You keep your eyes on Shawn, little girl - if she closes them, tell me.” He directs that last part to the other man.
“You got it,” Shawn replies, a small smirk pulling at his mouth.
He shifts slightly in the chair and then presses his finger gently against your clit, rubbing in small circles. You bite down on your lip as you moan and it takes everything you have not to let your head fall back against his shoulder. The stroking is maddeningly slow and you try to move your hips to increase the pace but he holds you still. After a while he swaps to a quick tapping of his finger firmly against the sensitive button and you pant as you feel yourself climbing higher. One of your hands creeps towards your mound but of course he sees it and slaps it away.
“Get your hands behind your back, girl.” You shift awkwardly and manage to obey, enjoying the mild discomfort of the self-restraint.
“Got some cuffs around here somewhere - just say the word.” Your eyes widen as Shawn speaks and then you emit a loud cry as he returns to rubbing you, more firmly this time.
“Ohhh fuck… please… please!’
“Please what, little girl?” He’s playing you expertly; just the right speed, just the right amount of pressure and you know you can’t hold out much longer.
“Let me come, sir! Please can I come?” You stare at Shawn who’s wearing his trademark smirk - you daren’t even blink in case it counts as closing your eyes.
“Go ahead - come for me,” He replies almost casually and for half a second you can’t quite believe he’s granted permission so easily, but your brain quickly catches up and you scream your release for the second time that day. Knowing how sensitive you get after an orgasm he backs the pressure off as you come but doesn’t stop entirely, moving his fingers to slide either side of your clit instead and slipping back inside for a couple of long thrusts.
“I want another one out of you, little girl.” He says, tweaking at your nipples with his free hand.
Your eyes are still fixed on Shawn’s face and you note how his expression has changed from slightly smug to rapt and he’s certainly not looking into your eyes any more. Mindful of your orders your gaze doesn’t move even though your hips are rolling as Mark coaxes you back up to the peak. His free hand shifts from your breast down between your legs and you’re impaled on his thick fingers while he massages your sensitive clit - you groan at the pleasure-pain sensation and know that it won’t be long.
“Harder… please, sir…” He grants your wish with a hard shove of his fingers inside you as he pinches your clit and it’s that final burst of pressure that tips you over the edge and you can’t help it - your head falls back against him as you cry out, but when you feel his lips press to your temple you know it’s OK and you groan out the rest of your pleasure.
“Such a good girl… what a good little slut for me…” You hear his whispered praises and arch against him, groaning as you become aware of a twinge of pain in your shoulders.
“Careful, baby… lean forward for me, that’s it…” He gently guides your arms from behind you and rubs your shoulders to get rid of the stiffness. You lift your head to see Shawn, leaning back in his chair and smiling.
“Thank you, cutie - that was beautiful to watch.”
You feel yourself blush and realise how silly that is given what’s just taken place, so you bravely smile back. “Thank you, Shawn.”
The blonde gets to his feet, adjusts himself in his jeans none too subtly and then walks around the desk towards the door, clapping his friend on the shoulder as he goes past.
“Take as long as you both need, big man. I’m gonna go take a shower.”
Mark huffs out a laugh and gives you a squeeze. “Thanks for helping out.”
“Anytime, believe me!”
With that he’s gone and you suddenly find yourself turned through ninety degrees and he’s cradling you in his lap.
“How was that, baby? Did you have fun?”
You grin up at him sleepily. “Couldn’t you tell?” You grasp at his shoulders and pull yourself into a more upright position before kissing his lips softly. “Thank you… did you have fun?”
“I never thought I would get such a kick out of showing you off,” He says with a thoughtful expression. “It was a trip… being the one to touch you like that while he just watched.” He chuckles quietly and shakes his head. “The look on his face…”
He kisses the top of your head and then stands up, still cradling you in his arms. He sets you carefully on your feet and helps you back into your dress and sandals before taking your hand again and leading you back through the hallways. You arrive back into the main area to find that the ring is empty and a thought strikes you.
“D’you think they heard?”
“Nah, we were behind a couple of closed doors and they were busy throwing each other all over.” He tugs you towards the main doors as he adds, “Tell ya what, though…”
You press into his side as you move through the door and towards the truck, “Yeah?”
He opens the passenger door and smacks your backside playfully as you climb up. “People are gonna be able to hear us from space later, little girl.”
Here we go again… it’s Tuesday evening here, so that must mean that it’s time for some Taker smut as The List goes on… Buckle up coz this one turned out to be looooong!
The List - Denial
It’s been a couple of months and you’re still working through the list. You don’t play every night but every ten days or so he’ll throw something in and you’re never disappointed, but there’s one thing in particular that you’re desperate to try and he hasn’t done it yet.
He’s been very clear all along that you being the submissive doesn’t mean that you can’t ask him for things and you’re really trying to get over your shyness and get the words out. You eventually manage it one evening when you’re curled up with a movie rental - it’s easier to do this with the distraction and background noise.
“You know my list?” You say, because that’s how it’s come to be known.
“I’ve looked at it once or twice, yeah.” He teases, squeezing your thigh and you smile.
“There’s something on it that we haven’t done yet,” you begin and he hits pause on the movie and looks around at you, making you curse inwardly - should have known better than to expect him to allow a distraction when talking about this stuff.
“You rethinking something on there?” He asks and you shake your head.
“No, it’s not that. It’s just… there’s a thing on there that I really want to try. I mean, soon.” You’re pretty sure that you’re blushing and feel glad that the lights are low due to the movie.
His arm was already around you and so he gives your shoulder a squeeze and says with a smile in his voice, “Are you asking for a scene, little girl?”
“I guess I am, yeah.” You reply and the slightest edge of defiance enters your tone as you add, “You said I could ask for stuff.”
“And you absolutely can,” he counters, moving his hand to stroke the back of your neck which makes you melt a little. “What is it you’re wanting to try in such a hurry?”
Nuts. Now you’re going to have to say it. “Denial,” you mumble, resting your head on his shoulder so that you don’t have to look at him.
“Denial of what?” He replies and you know he’s intentionally playing dumb. “You want me to tell you that you can’t have any candy before dinner?”
“I mean orgasms.” The words come out a bit too loudly and you’re surprised by your own bluntness.
“Ohh, orgasms huh?” He caresses your thigh again with his free hand. “How long for?”
“What?”
He shifts position suddenly and the next thing you know he’s looming over you - it never ceases to amaze you at how fast he can move for such a large man.
“I could ban you from having orgasms for a week.” He kisses you softly - a quick peck. “Or a month,” He adds, kissing you again then pulling back to smirk at your horrified expression before going on, “or I could tie you down and bring you right to the edge over and over again until you’re begging me to let you come.”
“That,” you whimper at the mental image. “That last one.”
He kisses you yet again; a slow, deep press of his lips to yours and then a quick peck to the tip of your nose. “Duly noted.”
He settles back down again, hugging you to him and hits play on the movie. You press your thighs together, wondering how on earth you can be so turned on by just a few words. He idly reaches across and pushes your knees apart.
“Cut that out. Think I can’t see what you’re up to?”
Confused, you look around at him but his attention is on the screen. “I… I wasn’t doing anything,” you reply.
He pauses the movie again and then turns to you slowly and deliberately and says, very matter-of-fact, “You were squeezing your legs together, so you could get some feeling of pressure on your clit.”
You stare at him dumbly, feeling heat flood your cheeks - has he just started a scene right under your nose?
“Weren’t you?” He asserts, clearly looking for your admission of guilt.
You bite your lip and then nod. “Uh huh.”
He quirks an eyebrow. “What was that, little girl?”
Your stomach flips over because you’ve found that you love it when he does this - corrects you like this and makes you say the words.
“Yes sir,” you say quietly.
“That’s better. Now then you little slut, keep your knees apart and your hands away from your lap while we finish up the movie.” Despite the name-calling, his tone is affectionate as he takes your nearest hand and kisses it before lacing your fingers with his and hitting ‘play’ once again. You place the other flat on the couch and try to ignore the fact that your arousal is climbing.
Before too much longer, the movie’s credits are rolling and with a squeeze of your hand he switches back to the TV to catch up on the news. You’re slightly confused that he hasn’t spoken or even attempted to tease you, but then again… denial. He watches the headlines and you pay vague attention though your thoughts are most certainly elsewhere until he lets go of your hand and stands up, crossing to the bookcase where he reaches right up to the very top and there’s a clink of metal.
He turns back to you, handcuffs dangling from his finger and you don’t really consider exactly why there would be handcuffs on top of the bookcase because the jolt of lust that the mere sight of them causes eradicates any other thought.
“Been waiting a while to break these out,” he says as he advances and puts a large hand on your shoulder. “Lean forward, little girl…”
With a slight whimper, you do as you’re told and he takes one wrist and wraps the bracelet around it. The cool metal draws in against your skin as the ratchet clicks and you flex your fingers, testing this new sensation. You speak before he can ask, because you really don’t want anything to hold up what’s happening. “Green, sir - this is definitely green.”
He laughs, low and sultry. “Good girl. Hands behind your back, now.” You comply and he cuffs the other wrist and then gently guides you upright again. Your knees are still spread wide and he stands between them and looks down at you. “Want to know why I’ve just cuffed you like this?”
Head thrown back you gaze up at him and nod. “Yes please, sir.”
He smirks and then bends down until his face is just above yours, a hand snaking into your hair and holding your head still so you can’t move away - not that you’d want to.
“I did it because I have to go get some things together in the bedroom and I want to be sure that my horny little slut can’t touch herself while I’m gone.” He tightens his grip on your hair as he kisses you firmly and you moan into it as his tongue completes a thorough exploration of your mouth. After releasing you, he rummages in the pocket of his jeans and then examines the palmful of change that he pulls out. He sorts through and separates out some quarters while you watch curiously.
“Spread your legs further - keep your feet flat on the floor.”
You shuffle them apart a little more until he makes a noise of assent and then he takes two of the quarters, stacks them and places them carefully on the top of one of your feet before repeating the action on the other. You look up at him and he strokes a finger over your lips.
“If any of those coins have moved when I come back then you’ll have some explaining to do little girl,” he says. “You sit there quietly and wait for me, OK? You can pass the time by thinking about how wet you are… how good it’s going to feel when I touch you… and how long I’m going to make you wait to come.”
You purse your lips slightly against his finger in a small kiss and then say softly, “Yes, sir.”
“Call if you need to, baby girl.”
He leaves the room and you sit in silence, straining to hear what he might be doing though it’s pretty much impossible. You almost don’t dare breathe in case it makes the coins move, but his words are echoing around your head and you can’t help wondering what he’s planning. He said before that he would take you to the edge over and over…
After a while, you close your eyes and try to concentrate on your breathing but you’re already reeling from the fact that you’re sat here, hands cuffed behind your back and with a ‘trap’ set to ensure your obedience and all it does it turn you on even more. Gradually your head falls back until your face is turned towards the ceiling and you start to chew on your bottom lip.
“Now that is a beautiful image.”
His voice from the doorway startles you and your body jumps. You hear a tinkle as the coins fall and instantly panic.
“I’m sorry, sir! I didn’t mean that to happen, please I- ”
“Don’t worry about it, little girl; I was watching you for a minute or so and you were perfect. Get up and come over here.” His voice is soft and you feel relief at his breezy reply and move to stand up before realising that a bit more effort is required due to your restricted movement. Once on your feet you move over to him and he steps behind you, walking you to the bedroom where you instantly look around to try and see what he set up while you were waiting on him.
He flicks at the cuffs to release the ratchet and then rubs his hands around your wrists and up and down your arms.
“All OK? Not hurting?”
“I’m fine, sir. Nothing hurts.” You rotate your wrists and shrug your shoulders up and down as though to prove it.
“Good.” He walks around in front of you and folds his arms. “Strip.”
You blush. Despite everything, you blush as you reach for the hem of your t-shirt and pull it over your head. You pull off your socks, push down your sweats and panties in one bundle and then finally unhook your bra. He stands and looks you over for a while - you know that he gets off on you being naked while he remains fully dressed - before he collects your discarded clothing and tosses it to one side.
“On the bed, little girl. All fours, facing that way.” He indicates with a nod of his head and so you crawl on to the bed and get into position - he’s stood behind you now. “Knees further apart,” he says and so you shift accordingly. You wait patiently for your next command, but nothing happens for a minute or so and then he moves around the bed and then his denim-clad crotch is directly in your line of sight.
“Look at me.”
You raise your head until you can meet his eyes and revel in his hungry gaze - his eyes twinkle mischievously as he leans down slightly.
“Your pussy is soaked, you know that?”
A tiny part of you wants to roll your eyes at him and give a, ‘well, duh!’ answer just to see what would happen, but this isn’t the scene for it so instead you give a slight nod and reply, “Yes, sir. I want you.”
He smirks. “Oh, I know you do. But tonight ain’t about what you want.”
You swallow and think briefly how odd these games are sometimes. After all, he’s going to spend the night doing precisely what you’ve asked for. He reaches out and brushes his thumb over your bottom lip before pushing a little and so you open your mouth and take it inside. You suck on it for a second and let your tongue explore the digit, across the rough pad and then up and over the smooth nail. As he takes it out again you allow your teeth to scrape gently over his skin, just as he likes you to do with his cock.
He walks back around the bed, trailing his fingertips across your skin and then you feel his fingers between your legs, exploring, parting you to his gaze and you blush again. Instinctively you push back, silently begging for more but all that gets you is a hard smack on your ass.
“Keep still, slut! You’re here for my pleasure - nothing else.”
You close your eyes tight for a second, feeling another rush of submissive lust at the treatment and words. Your fingers dig into the duvet as you try to freeze in place but then he pushes one thick finger inside you with no warning and you drive yourself back on to it eagerly. Instantly he withdraws it and his heavy hand crashes down on to your backside again.
“What did I just say, slut?” He spanks you a second time. “Huh?”
“To k-keep still, sir - I’m sorry!”
He brings his hand up sharply and lands a third smack right on to your pussy and you shout in a mixture of pain and surprise.
“Seeing as you can’t do as you’re told, we’ll change things up a bit.” He takes hold of your hair, urging you to your feet. “Get up and wait by the door, hands on your head.” He pushes you gently in the right direction and you take up position as he adds, “And don’t drip on my floor, or I’ll have you licking it up.”
You suppress a moan at the image he’s just inserted into your mind and you can’t help wondering whether he really would do that… and whether you would. You watch as he strips the duvet and pillows off the bed, setting them to one side and then he commands you over to lay on your back. Once you’re in place he opens a drawer in the chest and takes out some leather cuffs and lengths of rope - you know that’s not their usual home and so that must be where he’s put the things that he had to ‘get ready’. In a matter of moments he has your wrists and ankles cuffed and tied to the bedposts and he stands back, arms folded and with a look of satisfaction on his face.
“Struggle for me, little girl. Show me that I tied you tight enough.”
You pull hard at the bonds - well, as hard as you can given your spreadeagled position and sure enough the knots don’t give. He smirks as he watches you and then kicks off his boots and strips off his shirt before settling on to the bed next to you. He dips his head and circles one of your nipples with his tongue before nipping at the surrounding flesh. His bristly facial hairs drag across your skin and you want to arch up towards him but he has a firm hand on your shoulder, holding you down. You moan with pleasure as your fingers repeatedly clench into fists and then his mouth travels to your throat, teasing you again with lips, teeth and tongue.
“So sensitive here aren’t you?” He comments, lifting his head.
“Yessir…” You slur the words together and then squeak as he bites down right across your windpipe, like a wolf about to feast. Not hard of course but the show of dominance is just delicious. He kisses his way down across your collar bone and then begins to work on your other nipple and you can’t help squirming.
“Such a horny little slut,” he mutters and then returns to teasing the hard bud while he slides a hand down and dips a finger into the wetness between your thighs. You moan through clenched teeth as he drags his finger back up, brushing lightly over your clit - you feel as though you’re on fire.
“Please…” You whimper, already desperate for more contact, more pressure - anything.
“Please what?” He asks. “I know you’re not fixing to come already… Not after I told you that this is about my pleasure.” He slides his finger across your bottom lip to paint it with your wetness and your tongue darts out instantly to lick it.
“Let me please you, sir…” Even though you told him only an hour ago that you wanted to try denial, your baser instincts just want a climax or two. If you can hurry things along then your desire will get met, you just know it.
He laughs softly and brushes over your clit again. “You are pleasing me, little girl. I’ve a mind to watch you get so wound up you can’t stand it - that’s what’s gonna please me.”
He looks at your flushed face with a devilish grin and then puts his hands on your hips to hold you in place before dipping his head. He slowly licks a stripe up over your entrance and then snakes it carefully around your clit, nearly touching but not quite. He repeats the trail a few times and then finally fastens his lips over the sensitive button and sucks rhythmically. You sink into the feeling of the persistent stimulation and you know that it won’t be long now. Your climax is right there, like a band of white-purple light just out of reach but if he keeps going the way he is… keeps going… keeps… going…
He stops and lifts his head, even going so far as to have the gall to lift one of his hands, enabling him to rest his chin on it and smirk at you properly.
“Aww, were you really getting into that, little girl?”
The submissive thrill you get at the fact that he’s completely controlling your pleasure surprisingly outweighs the abrupt cessation of attention and you just nod at him, though you’re pouting.
He slides a finger back inside your heat and pumps it slowly in and out. It feels wonderful, and not as intense as having your clit stimulated. “You’re soaking wet, little girl. I’ve only got one finger in you, but here you are drenching my whole hand.” In order to prove it, he withdraws his finger and holds his hand up towards the light and sure enough, you see the skin glistening. He looks from it, to you and then back again before sliding two fingers back inside you. He crosses one over the other as he begins to finger fuck you with hard, rapid strokes.
You lift your head to watch him, determination on his face and you pull at the ties and lift your hips as best you can to try and change the angle. It feels good already, but you know if you can just tilt for him to hit that special spot then it will be even better and stand a chance of tipping you over the edge.
“I can feel what you just did y’know,” he says as he continues to work his fingers in and out of you. “You’re working real hard for this… you gonna come if I keep this up, huh?”
“Yes, sir… ahh, fuck… yesss!”
“Yeah, I bet that would feel real good wouldn’t it, little girl?”
“Please, sir… please let me…” He’s smiling, so that has to be a good sign. Your toes curl and that warm coil winds tighter. The way his knuckles are brushing against your walls is just so good…
“I don’t think so, slut.” He ceases all movement and withdraws his fingers slowly, wiping them against your thigh before putting them to his mouth to chase the rest.
You lay there panting hard as that white-purple light ebbs away again to a dull glow on the horizon. You make a noise of frustration at the sudden empty feeling and pull at the ropes in a mini-tantrum which makes him laugh nastily and place his huge hand around your throat. Not squeezing; he just lets it rest there and then leans down.
“Now, now, slut. I wouldn’t recommend giving me any attitude - not if you want to stand a chance of getting off…” He leaves the threat hanging and you swallow just to feel the light hold, and try to look contrite. He gives you a quick kiss before climbing off the bed and removing his jeans, leaving him in just his boxer briefs through which his own arousal is obvious; there’s even a wet patch on the dark fabric where pre-cum has soaked through. You lick your lips at the thought of tasting him and wonder whether he’ll let you.
He opens the drawer again and then looks back over his shoulder to find you watching him intently, your breasts rising and falling rapidly, nipples still swollen and erect.
“Maybe I’ve been too harsh,” he says with a tilt of his head. You perk up slightly at this because it sounds as though an orgasm is imminent but then he goes on. “Maybe I should try something a bit more gentle…” He turns around and you struggle at first to see what he’s holding and then as he comes closer you realise that it’s a feather.
He settles between your legs and then spreads you open with his fingers to fully reveal your clit for his attentions. You blush for what feels like the one hundredth time and your stomach clenches pleasantly at the thought that you’re physically powerless to stop him. The sudden feeling of the feather brushing over the slippery nub chases away any rational thought and you moan in pleasure. He’s right, it’s far less intense than his fingers driving into you; it’s soft, but enough that you feel it and it’s just… ohhhh… so good…
“Like that, huh?”
You nod frantically as he continues to stroke the feather in a steady rhythm and lift your hips, but all that does is cause him to lift the implement away. “Stay still.”
Before you know it, you’re already starting to ask again. “Want to come, sir - please, I need it…”
“No.” He doesn’t look up at you, just concentrates on teasing you with the feather as he continues to brush the tip across and around your clit. It’s maddening to you - the pressure is almost enough, but not quite… and then he changes the angle of the feather and presses harder and you cry out, desperate for just a little more.
“Please!” There’s a sob in your voice and he looks up at you then.
“Little girl, I’ve only just started.” He drags the feather up across your stomach and then shifts around and kisses you softly before murmuring against your lips, “Still on green?” You hesitate for just a moment and he draws back slightly with a knowing smile. “Full disclosure, baby girl… you safe-wording ain’t gonna get you an orgasm - amber and we pause for a while, red - we stop completely; just like always.”
You take a few deep breaths and give him a small smile. “Still on green, sir. It’s just…” You trail off and he quirks an eyebrow. “Really want to come,” You say in a tiny voice.
He dips his head and worries at your nipple with tongue and teeth before sucking hard and you arch up. He draws back and blows you a kiss. “I know you do, little girl… so it’s gonna feel like a long night for you.” He stretches out alongside you, propping himself up on one arm and circling the tip of the feather around your nipples. “Think about how good that build up feels… you just lay there and take it, understand?”
“Mmhmm,” You nod mournfully, wondering how you’re supposed to do that when you know you won’t be allowed to climax and then you’re pulled into the moment as he roughly twists a nipple, making you cry out.
“You answer me properly, slut!” He growls, giving it a pinch for good measure.
Your insides flip at his tone and the look on his face and you quickly nod and try again, “Yessir - I’ll take it for you.”
“Damn right you will,” He says, leaving the feather next to your head and sliding his free hand down your torso to dip between your legs. He slips his fingers either side of your clit and rubs back and forth, gradually bringing the digits together until they’re squeezing the sensitive button as he rubs. You pant quietly as the delicious tightness coils inside yet again and you clench your hands into fists as he takes you higher… and higher… almost…
He stops and gets off the bed again, licking your essence from his fingers. Back to the drawer he goes, but he doesn’t seem to be holding anything when he turns around… then he opens his hand properly and you spot your favourite vibrator. It’s a lipstick-shaped bullet and extremely powerful - you swallow nervously and wet your lips.
“Sir… I don’t… I don’t know if I can hold off if you use that.”
“You come when I say you can and not before,” He replies simply as if it’s the easiest thing in the world. The loud buzz of the toy fills the room and he trails it all over your pussy with a barely-there touch, watching as your hands grab the ropes that are keeping you in place. “That’s it… take it, slut… ohh, I bet that feels good… ten seconds right on there and you’ll be screaming the place down.” He slides it repeatedly over your clit, holding it on a little longer each time. “You close, little girl?”
“Uh huh.. yessir… please… please don’t stop!”
Miracle of miracles, he doesn’t take the toy away as you’re expecting him to - he continues to move it over your slippery flesh and your eyes fall closed as your orgasm approaches. Your body tightens, muscles straining as you chase the pleasure… closer… almost…
He moves the vibrator completely away and you cry out in frustration, “Fuck!”
He ‘tsks’ at you and switches the toy off before leaning down and resting his hand around your throat again. “Mind your language, slut. If you’re gonna start cussing like that, I’ll have to put a gag on you - and you know what that means.” He squeezes gently - no real pressure - before continuing. “That’s right… You won’t be able to beg, little girl. And if you can’t beg me…” He trails off and laughs at the stricken look on your face as it crosses your mind for the first time this evening that he might not actually let you come at all. The worry must show because his expression softens and hand still around your neck he gives you a kiss which very quickly becomes rough and demanding. He nips at your lips as he draws back and then mouths at your throat again - it elicits a sound from you that can only be described as desperate and you strain at the ties.
“Please, sir… Please make me come! Please, please please! I’ll do anything!”
He reaches up and places his finger to your lips so that you fall silent aside from heavy breathing. “Careful, little girl - those are some big words to live up to if I decide to hold you to ‘em.” He trails the finger down your throat, between your breasts and on to your stomach inching ever closer to your clit as you look down the line of your body in desperation. In among it all there’s the ever-present undercurrent of submissive desire as you’re constantly aware that you’re physically powerless to stop him from touching you wherever or however he wants.
He taps gently on your clit and you bite your lip. Why, oh WHY did you ask for this? Surely it would have been smarter to ask him to get you off over and over… *tap tap tap* worst that could have happened was you’d pass out from pleasure, after all *tap tap tap*. Maybe you could add that on to the list because you don’t remember seeing anything like that anywhere… He ceases tapping in favour of rubbing firmly in a circular motion and ohhh, that is just right…
“…So which do you want, little girl?”
You suddenly snap back from your thoughts as you realise that he’s asked you something - and you have no idea what!
“Away with the fairies down there, are ya?”
You focus on his face and he’s looking amused so you venture a small smile as you answer, “Sorry, sir… distracted…”
“Oh, I see.” He says, his finger still working your clit. “Should I stop so you can concentrate?”
“No! Please don’t stop!” You try again to push your hips up and he takes pity on you and repeats himself.
“I said, do you want to come now, or,” He adds quickly before you can blurt out agreement, “or can you take some more and wait until I’m inside you?”
You stare up at him and try to decide - your lust is screaming to just take the offered orgasm right now but the sweet, dutiful submissive whispers to take as much as he can give and make him proud. The latter wins out and you lick your lips and take a deep breath before whispering, “I can take more, sir.”
“There’s my good girl,” He says and with those words you’re confident you’ve made the right decision… and then you hear the vibrator buzz back to life and grit your teeth as he places it against your clit again and then pushes two fingers inside you. This time he only uses the vibrator for a short time before discarding it and dropping his mouth to your pussy, replacing his fingers with his tongue which makes you cry out and you wish that you were untied so that you could at least touch him.
After teasing you back up to a peak - you resist the temptation to plead with him, given that moments ago you assured him that you could take more - he backs off again and then sits up on his heels and looks you over.
“Let’s get you out of those cuffs,” He says and leans over you to unbuckle the leather from your wrists, taking a moment to rub each one briefly. You reach for him and he allows you to run your hands across his shoulders and down his huge biceps before he scoops you up into a sitting position and crushes his lips to yours. You melt into his hold, enjoying the closeness after having been tied up for so long. After a while he lays you back down, raising an amused eyebrow at your pout. “Nearly there, little girl.”
He makes short work of freeing your ankles and then quickly flips you on to your stomach and pulls you up to your knees as you scramble to get your arms under you. You stretch like a cat and hum with pleasure as he strokes his huge hands all over you, reaching underneath to cup and squeeze your breasts, drawing up to smooth their way down your back, squeeze and then smack your ass and then finally coming to rest on your hips. You feel his dick nudge at your entrance and your head drops forward.
He slowly pushes into you as you let out a guttural moan at the feeling and then once he’s buried in you to the hilt he stops and holds perfectly still. You love the way he fills you and can’t stop yourself from clenching repeatedly around his cock. You try to wriggle, tease him into moving but he keeps his hold on your hips, ensuring that he continues to control proceedings.
“Please, sir...”
Behind you, he smiles at the breathy, pleading tone and begins to grind his pelvis against you. “Please what?”
You genuinely start to believe that it’s possible to be driven out of your mind with lust and forming sentences is difficult. “Need… Sir, please… Oh fuuu...” You trail off as he chooses that moment to begin pulling back followed by an agonisingly slow push back in. “Please, sir… Harder?”
In answer, he draws back slowly again and then snaps his hips forward, slamming into you with enough force to drive you forwards despite his hold. He does it twice more, causing you to claw at the sheets because you’ve never felt so… owned. He winds your hair around his fist and pulls your head back as he continues the torturously slow fuck for what feels like hours until he pulls out completely and smacks your ass. “On your back, little girl.”
You collapse gratefully and roll over, whimpering when he takes hold of your ankles and lifts your legs, holding them apart as he pushes back into you. The position allows him to go deep and he smirks as you whine in pleasure. “You’re gonna feel me in the back of your throat, slut. But don’t you dare come until I say so.”
You’re not even able to answer as he begins to piston in and out of you, chasing his own orgasm now. You keep your arms outstretched, looking for all the world like a sacrifice as he uses you. Even without any stimulation to your clit you can feel your climax building yet again and evidently he can feel it too…
“Yeah, that’s it… Can feel you squeezing me…” He shoves your legs even further apart as he looks down at you hungrily. “So fucking tight… So wet… This has been a rough night for you, hasn’t it - all tied up and tortured in the best way… Bet you’d love to touch yourself right now, wouldn’t you, little girl?”
You nod frantically. “Yes! Please, sir can I -”
“Nope,” he answers smugly, though slows his thrusts. “Your hands can stay right where they are.” You sob and clench your hands into fists, nails digging into your palms. You can’t do this anymore!You open your mouth to start begging when he speaks again. “You should see yourself… Such a desperate little slut, so frustrated… It’s really something. In fact, lift your head - that’s it - there... now you can really watch me fucking you… Watch my dick slide in and out of your dripping pussy…”
He lowers your legs but leaves them spread wide and then reaches across your body to roll and pinch one of your nipples, then the other. He pinches the hard nubs tightly between his fingers and pulls your breast away from your body, rolling the bud and crushing it. You feel yet another rush of moisture at the treatment and your eyes close as the pain/pleasure sparks through you.
“Such a pain slut… Open your eyes and watch what I’m doing to you – you won’t wanna miss this next part,” he says, his tone syrupy.
You force your eyes open, panting for air and see that he has two fingers poised above your clit. “You don’t come until I say,” he reminds you and then begins to stroke over the sensitive button with a feather-light touch. You mewl desperately at the sensory overload and he shifts - still kneeling he drags you towards him, pulling your hips up into his lap so that he can continue to fuck you while toying with your clit. Your arms remain in place, stretched out, your head raised and your eyes glued to the hand that he’s teasing you with mercilessly.
“You ready to come? Course you are – ah! Not yet,” he adds as you give the smallest of thrusts.
“Please, sir… Please let me…” The gentle, repeated stroking has reached the point of pure torture, each glide of his fingers feels as though it’s burning - your flesh is hyper-sensitive. You wince, though the agony is exquisite…
He notices the brief flash of pain with interest. “Does it hurt, slut?”
“Hurts… Burns... but it’s so good, sir!” His fingers aren’t moving quickly but delivering a constant, torturous pressure - overload feels imminent...
Unable to hold yourself up any longer, your head falls back onto the pillow where you whimper brokenly, feeling as though you’ll be driven mad by his movement in and out of you and the insistent pressure on your clit. “I’m going to let you come soon,” he says, staring at you intently, “But I’m not going to stop rubbing right here… Not going to stop this burning pain… My little pain slut’s gonna find her pleasure in it and ride it out… You understand, little girl?”
The command is issued softly and with a full on scream, you obey. As promised, his fingers never cease the movement and the continued gentle pressure draws your climax on and on – the grasping, fluttering of your channel triggers his own orgasm and he thrusts deeply two or three times as he pumps his release into you. Shockwaves are still racking your body, so he finally stops rubbing and instead squeezes the swollen red nub gently between his fingers, the action pulling another near-scream from you before your body goes limp and still.
You open your eyes as he gently pulls out of you and then crawls up your body, looming over you on all fours.
“Fuck…” You manage to say with an exhausted sigh and he chuckles in the back of his throat.
“So, are we calling that one a success, baby girl?”
“You can be really mean, you know that?” You pout up at him and he laughs again and then shifts to the side and settles next to you, pulling you tight against him. You turn and snuggle closer, lifting up slightly to pepper tiny kisses on his nearest pec. “Carry me to the shower?”
“Only if you let me get you off again once we’re in there…” He gives you a quick smooch to the forehead as you giggle and then rolls off the bed. You reach up to him and he scoops you up with ease, kisses you again and then heads for the bathroom.
WARNING - the chapters that comprise this ‘item’ in The List will contain CNC (consensual non-consent). It will mention rape. There will be humiliation. It will involve weapons - this particular part is mostly knife play. The sub will not always be treated / spoken to kindly. If you’re happy to read such things then feel free to continue.
As ever, please read the notes at the end.
The List - CNC - Part Two
You don’t know how long you’ve been in the back of the truck; it’s stopped and started a few times, probably at lights but you’ve absolutely no idea where you might be. You’ve closed your eyes - no point having them open with the material over your face - and you’re surprised at all the small sounds your ears are picking up. At one point, you think you hear Shawn’s voice but then some music comes on and drowns it out.
The covering over your head is really starting to irritate you and so you begin to rub the side of your head against the blanket, wondering if you can work it loose. After a minute or so however you give up, because it seems like it’s held in place around your neck by a drawstring, which would explain why Shawn had been able to tighten it so quickly. Your mind turns to your destination and you try to guess where they might be taking you. It seems doubtful that he’s merely taking you to his house - they’re too good at this and probably won’t want you anywhere that’s familiar. Certainly not to a hotel… not to any place with near neighbours, really. You pull against your bindings but they’re not shifting. You try working your ankles in small movements and it does seem to loosen off a little, but it’s not going to contribute to any escape attempt.
The truck slows, turns and then you’re bounced around a little as it drives over uneven ground at low speed. Your heart rate instantly picks up again because it’s clear that the next part of this scene is coming up. You wonder whether Mark is waiting because you’ve not had any evidence that he’s here with Shawn in the truck and he definitely wasn’t around in the house. The cab door opens and slams shut and then the darkness of the truck bed is removed as he rolls back the cover. You lay completely still and silent and for a few moments nothing at all happens and then you scream in shock as you’re grabbed and pulled along, the blankets easing the way and then Shawn is manhandling you up on to his shoulder again and you squeak some more.
“Knew I should have put a fucking gag on you,” he comments as he settles you on his shoulder - a more difficult task this time due to your tied position. “You move and I’ll let you fall and just drag you through the dirt.” He turns around and begins to walk as he adds, “Maybe I should do that anyway - it’s where whores like you belong.”
“Not a whore,” You’re breathing hard again and words are an effort.
“Yeah, well… we’ll see about that.” He turns abruptly, making you fear for the safety of your head, and you hear a door open - the sound of a basic latch and then his boots walking across a wooden floor. The smell of timber surrounds you and so you figure you must be in some kind of cabin. Your thoughts are interrupted as Shawn starts to lower you down before he lets go and you drop the last foot or so to the floor.
“Got a live one?”
It’s Mark.
“Oh, yeah… walked right in and back out, easy as anything.”
“She give you any trouble?” You hear his heavy footfall across the floor, getting louder as he approaches until the wooden boards beneath you shake slightly.
“Nothin’ that a couple threats didn’t quiet down. All the usual, y’know.. ‘I can give you money’, ‘you don’t have to do this’ stuff.” You’re prodded with a foot and you assume it’s Shawn as he goes on, “Hey, you’ll never guess what she said when I took her out of the truck…” He breaks out into a giggle. “She said… she said, ‘I’m not a whore!’”
Mark laughs and then he’s crouching down and working the knots that bind your legs to your wrists and you can’t help feeling some relief as the discomfort of the tie leaves you. He unwinds the rope from your ankles and then hauls you to your feet.
“She ain’t saying much now,” He comments, keeping a strong grip on the back of your neck. You try to imagine what expression he’s wearing and make a half-hearted attempt to shake free of his hold. To your surprise he lets go and then you’re just stood there between the two of them, still with the damn bag over your head and your hands tied behind your back. There’s a few seconds silence and then he speaks to you. “Well? Now what you gonna do?”
You’re at a complete loss because well - what can you do? Unsure of their exact positions, you turn your head slightly to the left and right in a bid to address them both.
“I… let me go? Please?”
“Ohh, I like the way she says ‘please’,” That’s Shawn again and it seems he’s on your right. “Let’s get her to say that some more.”
You squeak as Mark takes hold of your neck again and then the drawstring is loosened and he pulls the covering from your head. The cool air is welcome and of course it means that you finally get to see them. They’re both in jeans and t-shirts; the sleeves have been cut off Mark’s and he’s got his hair tied back with a black bandana covering the top of his head. Shawn’s hair hangs loose and he’s wearing a heavy silver chain around his neck. You don’t know how they’re doing it but they’re both exuding an air of being complete strangers to you.
“You’re not going anywhere,” Mark says. “We need some entertainment… and you’re it.” He looks across at Shawn and adds, “Shall we?”
“Wh… what do you mean?” You look from one to the other of them as you take a small step back. You don’t get an answer - Shawn just steps behind you and takes hold of your upper arms, causing you instinctively to struggle. You cry out as he laughs and then bites your neck yet again - higher up this time. “Stop, please!”
Shawn just huffs out a laugh and licks across your skin. “Stop? We’re just getting started.”
Mark has crossed to a table under the window and seems to be contemplating something. Your breath catches when he turns around with a hunting knife in his hand. Shawn tightens his grip when he feels you tense up and as Mark starts to slowly walk back over you plant your feet and try to shove back but you’re no match for Shawn’s strength, even as you wrench yourself left and right to try and escape. Mark’s left hand shoots out and he grabs your neck.
“Moving around all over the place when I’m holding this near you?” He says, lifting the knife up so that it’s right in front of your face. “Bad idea.” He holds it so that the tip is pointing directly at you and then grabs your hair to keep your head still. He draws the tip down your neck and you let out a high-pitched whine but don’t dare to speak. “You have any idea how sharp this is?” He continues, turning the blade so that it’s at perfect throat-slitting angle. Your eyes are fixed on his face, wide with fear as the cool metal presses into your skin. “It’d made a real clean cut… you probably wouldn’t even feel it open you up.” Another whimper escapes your lips and he looks at you as he takes it away from your neck. “So with that in mind, don’t you move a single fucking muscle, else you might get hurt.”
He goes to one knee and it would almost look gallant were he not holding a knife that would gut a deer. He grabs a bunch of material at the top of your sweats and then rips the knife through it, the material parting easily to show the pale skin of your thigh beneath. He sets the knife down on the floor and uses his hands to tear the fabric apart further before picking up the blade again and slicing through the waistband. He hacks cleanly through the material on your other leg and then with brute force removes them completely.
“Please…” Your voice is a whisper. “Please don’t do this. Just… if you let me go I, I won’t say anything to anyone - won’t call the police. Please -”
He stands up to tower over you, knife back in his hand and he grabs your hair again, pulling your head back.
“You think I give a fuck about police? They wouldn’t be able to find us anyway.” He puts the blade back at your throat and you close your eyes - this is harder than you thought. The words for your colours scroll through your brain and it helps to calm you; that invisible lifeline… you decide you don’t need it yet, even as he strokes the edge of the metal across your skin as he goes on. “You can scream and cry, you can beg, you can plead with us - go right ahead.” He turns the blade so that once again the very tip is pressing into your neck. “We like that,” He says, dragging the knife gently upwards and gliding it along your jaw before pressing it flat to your cheek, making you bite down on your lip in an unsuccessful bid to suppress a whimper.
“Why me?” You dare to open your eyes and he moves the knife away from your face as in perfect tag team fashion Shawn takes over and gives you a small shake.
“Because you were there, bitch.” He releases one of your arms and puts the hand around your neck, closing it tighter than he has thus far. “There you were out for a run - really caught my eye, so I followed you home. We’ve been looking for a new toy for a few days and there you were - call it fate, huh?”
You go to take a breath and have the frightening realisation that you can’t really get much air in because of his hold on you and you begin to struggle - a futile cause between Mark’s hand in your hair and Shawn’s grip on your throat. The blonde takes hold of your arm again and you gasp in some air, the breath out releasing as a sob as Mark takes a handful of your shirt and sends it the same way as your sweats until you’re stood there in the just the underwear you picked out earlier - it’s a sweet matching set, white with a purple marbling pattern that you only bought a week ago.
“Nice…” Mark takes a step back to appraise you as he twirls the knife in his big hand before slipping it into the back of his jeans. “Did you wear that especially for us?”
“Fuck you,” You snarl at him, figuring that a change of tack is required.
He just smirks. “Later.” He glances above your head and says to Shawn, “Hey, you want a go? Throw her across here.”
In response, Shawn lets go and pushes you forward at the same time as spinning you round. With your wrists still tied behind your back you stagger a bit to regain your footing and then Mark catches you and adopts the same grip on your upper arms, holding you back against him. Shawn steps forward and takes the knife from Mark’s jeans. He stands and contemplates the blade for a few moments and then raises his eyes to look at you coldly. Normally his eyes are bright and they twinkle with fun and amusement but now… there’s nothing. It’s sinister.
He traces the tip of the knife down your sternum and then back up, the metal leaving pink lines in its wake. You’re trying not to breathe too hard and watching his face, but he’s concentrating solely on the blade. He glances up and sees you looking at him.
“He’s a lot nicer than me, y’know.” He presses the blade flat against your throat, forcing your head up. “And I’m still a little pissed about you kicking me when I put you in the truck.” He slides the knife down to your shoulder and works it under the strap of your bra before he turns it to strain against the material. The strap digs into the back of your shoulder until it finally caves to the pressure and the blade slices it clean through. He repeats the action on the other side and looks annoyed when the moulded cups don’t just fall down. With a growl he wrenches them away, revealing your breasts to his gaze and then with determined movements, cuts through the band before pulling the whole torn mess from you and dropping it to the floor.
You turn your head and look off to the side, trying to make out that you couldn’t care less about the fact your clothing has been cut off. Shawn tucks the knife away behind him and grabs your breasts roughly, squeezing them to just the wrong side of uncomfortable. That said, you’re used to a rough ride now and again and privately you know that when your panties come off as they surely must, there won’t be any doubt as to how you’ve felt about things so far. Nevertheless, you do your best to try and get away, twisting left and right.
“Stop it! You’re hurting me!”
In response he takes a strong grip on your nipples and you scream - for effect rather than real objection - only to be ignored as he leans in close. “Keep telling you, bitch… I haven’t even started.”
You’re not quite sure where your next idea comes from and you certainly don’t take the time to think it through - just draw your head back slightly and then spit into his face…
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Goes without saying that knife play can be hella dangerous. Again, I have taken certain liberties within the above and so don’t whatever you do use it as a how to guide. I’m not going to pontificate about the do and do nots of knife play here, because there are plentiful resources on the net if you want to find out more about it. If it’s something you’re curious about then there are ways to keep it safer (note - SAFER - not safe) and that’s to only ever place the non business-side of the knife against skin. Alternatively, another way around it is to let the sub see the knife but then blindfold them and use something else entirely to produce the sensation, such as the side of a credit card. If, as in the fic above, you’re cutting someone’s clothes off with a knife then always makes sure that you are cutting AWAY from them.
Here to ask for some knife play in a future chapter 👉👈 Maybe some consensual non consent (pre-negotiate of course)?
OK - I’d already begun work on this and because of the subject matter, I knew it was going to turn out to be quite long. That means I’ll be splitting it into parts and so here’s part one - it’s a slow burn I’m afraid, but hopefully, it’ll at least whet your appetite.
WARNING - the chapters that comprise this ‘item’ in The List will contain CNC (consensual non-consent). It will mention rape. It will involve weapons. The sub will not always be treated / spoken to kindly. I will do further warning as appropriate as and when updates are posted.
Due to the CNC theme this part is largely centred around negotiation - and please read the notes at the end.
The List - CNC - Part One
You’re out for dinner, tucked away in a quiet corner of the restaurant when you tell him. “There’s something that I’ve been thinking about… I don’t think I marked it as a definite on my list, though.”
He sets his cutlery down and takes a sip of his drink. “Looking to expand your horizons, huh?” He says with a smile. “What’s on your mind?”
You take a deep breath, and then another bite of pasta which you chew slowly as he watches, as though searching your face for clues.
“It was what you said when we did the wax,” You begin quietly. “When you had the knife and you said about kidnapping me off the street.” You take a drink of your own and set the glass back down. “I’d like to try it - really ramp things up.”
He nods and takes his final bite of steak before setting his cutlery down. “OK. It’s easy enough to set that kind of thing up.”
You’re a little surprised at how flippant he sounds over what you’ve just asked for and so probe a little further. “What if I wanted something a bit extreme, though?”
He looks at you as he finishes chewing and then says, “I’d probably work you over with someone else. Give you hell, little girl.”
This piques your interest as it adds a dimension you hadn’t thought about previously. “Who would it be?” You ask, popping another bite into your mouth.
“Probably Shawn,” he answers. “He’s the one you know best, and probably the one I could work with the best.” He reaches across the table and gives your hand a squeeze. “Something heavy like that would need a lot of discussion and negotiation because we’d likely be going into the realm of CNC.”
The server appears then and clears your plates. You pay the bill and adjourn to the bar next door, into a cosy booth where you can cuddle up. Once you’re settled with drinks you hug his huge arm and say,
“What does CNC stand for?”
He kisses the top of your head. “It means consensual non-consent. Something like kidnapping would fall into that by its very nature.” You nod in acknowledgement, your face rubbing against his arm as he continues. “CNC play takes a lot of negotiation - least it should. It can get rough and be a bit of a head fuck.”
“I’ll do a bit of reading up on it,” You say as you pick up your drink.
Subject raised and under consideration, you begin to talk about other things but as promised you do some research over the next few days and it reinforces for you that this is definitely something that you want to explore.
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“Sure unleashed a monster with that list of yours huh, cutie?” Shawn smiles and leans back in his seat. “We’re gonna cover a lot, here. By the end of the night you’ll probably feel like you’ve had a scene.”
Mark puts his arm around you, pulling you against him. “If you need a break just say the word, OK baby girl?”
“Yup. Chances are I’m going to end up horny just from talking about all this,” you confess and Shawn laughs.
“We’re not going to plan the scene in detail - that would defeat some of the object. This is just to get an idea of what everyone’s feeling and some limits because from what Mark told me, you’ve been imagining something pretty intense?”
You nod and jiggle your leg nervously, reaching over to pick up your wine glass. “He mentioned kidnapping me off the street at knifepoint - I really like the idea of that.”
Shawn grins. “Bag over the head, thrown in the back of a truck kinda thing?” Wide eyed, you nod and he replies, “It can be done but it can also be risky - only needs one person to spot it happening and call the police; next thing they’ve got a BOLO on the truck and you’re looking at a whole bunch of admin.”
“Never thought about that,” You say. “Having the police show up would definitely ruin the scene.”
“To say the least,” Mark says, leaning back and taking you with him. “There are other ways to kidnap, like having you taken from the house - that would probably work better because no one’s going to see anything around here.”
You start to wonder about details like, taking you from the house to where? And who would be taking you, and how? You’re brought back to the moment when Mark shifts, reaches into his jacket pocket and withdraws a piece of paper which he passes to Shawn. “This is her list,” he explains.
“Ohhh the list, huh?” The blonde replies with a smile. He scans down it and then looks at you. “There’s a lot on here that we could work into a scene like this… What do the dashes next to stuff mean?”
“Those are the ones we’ve done,” you reply.
“No face slapping yet?” Shawn comments and then gives you a conspiratorial wink. “The big man thinks you’re made of glass huh, cutie?”
You huff out a laugh. “He didn’t seem to think so the time we ticked being hit with a paddle off the list. I could barely sit the the next day.”
“Which you loved, as I remember.” Mark cuts in. “She can be quite the little pain slut,” He adds, giving your hair a tug.
“How does that work with something like this?” You look from one man to the other.
“How do you mean, baby girl?”
“Well, I’m guessing pain is going to get used in the scene…” You trail off while you wonder how to get your meaning across and both men wait patiently. “If I’m turned on by it, doesn’t that contradict the idea?”
“Not at all,” Mark says. “You’re supposed to enjoy a scene and we can use the fact that you’re getting off on it to our own ends.”
“How..?”
“We’re not giving away all our secrets, cutie.” Shawn chips in with a grin. “You’ve got name calling on here,” he adds, tapping the sheet of paper. “Anything off limits in terms of that?”
You know straight away how to answer that question. “I don’t want to be called stupid or dumb,” you say. “And nothing mean about my appearance.”
He nods and smiles. “No problem, cutie.”
“We use pretty tame name-calling already,” Mark supplies, giving your knee a squeeze. “Mostly she’s my little slut, so it’s pretty affectionate really.”
Your cheeks turn faintly pink at how matter-of-fact Mark sounds as he informs Shawn, but you’re really not prepared for what comes out of the blonde’s mouth next.
“Well if you’re looking to step things up with this scene, it’s not going to be so affectionate.” He says to you. “We’ll see how you do with getting told that you’re a set of holes and a cum dump.”
You exhale and feel heat flood your face as you bite your lip. The words have made your stomach roll over in that really pleasant way and Mark chuckles and gives you a squeeze.
Shawn waves a hand and looks mildly sheepish. “Sorry, cutie - I just wanted to throw that at you and see what happened.”
“Your colours are going to be more important than ever for this one, baby girl. You might not react to things the way you thought you were going to and there won’t be as much checking in as I’d normally do.” Mark takes hold of your chin and turns your face to him. “There are no penalties for using those colours, so if you feel like it for any reason - no matter how small - get ‘em said.”
“I promise,” You reply. “I get that what I’m asking for here is a bigger deal than everything else we’ve done.”
“Good. Now, we already know you want some knife play, and we have your list there to pull other things in.” He pauses and then gives you a smirk. “Get ready to blush some more because we need to talk about the sexual elements in all this. More specifically, what each of us is allowed to do with you so far as that.”
You do indeed blush so hard that your face tingles. “Hadn’t thought about it,” You manage to reply and then out of nowhere an image pops into your head. “Want you both,” You say quickly. “I mean… is that OK?”
“Want us both in what capacity, baby?” His voice is gentle and he gives you a quick kiss on top of your head. “I know you might find this embarrassing but you’re going to have to be explicit, OK?”
You nod and gulp down a couple of large mouthfuls of the wine. “I want… I think I’d want you both to take turns with me,” you say quietly.
“OK, cutie - what about oral?” Shawn’s perfectly relaxed and you marvel for a moment at how calm and matter of fact they are both are. Why can’t you be like that too? God this is all so surreal… Another mouthful of wine and you take a deep breath as you decide that you can be like that.
As if reading your mind, Mark speaks up. “There’s no judgement here, baby girl - we’ve both seen your list now and so we’re not likely to be shocked. Just remember this is all to make sure that this comes off as fun for everybody.”
“I think I’m getting there,” You reply with a small smile and then look at Shawn again. “Yes to oral - with both of you,” You add for Shawn’s benefit. “I - I want to put up a fight and be overpowered… want to be used.”
You see the two men exchange a glance and then Shawn gets up and comes to sit on the other side of you, slipping an arm around your shoulders. “You’re doing great, cutie - and I want to thank you for trusting me enough to let me be a part of what you two have.”
“A lot of the time it feels like something the three of us have - it’s nice.” You say as you shift slightly so that you can rest your head on his shoulder.
“That’s because y’all have me spoiled with the involvement you’ve given me.” He drops a kiss to the top of your head.
“It’s our pleasure,” Mark says. “We both love having you as part of the team, Shawn.”
The blonde grins. “Not getting all sappy on me are ya, big man?”
Mark reaches across you and slaps Shawn lightly across the back of the head. “Let’s stay on task here, OK?”
“Love you, too.” Shawn shifts so that he can look at you more directly and his expression becomes unusually serious. “Cutie, you’ve said you want to be overpowered and used - are we talking rape play, here?” He gives you a small smile. “I have no problem doing it,” He clarifies, “but something like that can be a huge mind fuck.”
“Maybe at first,” You reply nervously, feeling weird at discussing such a topic in the context of play. “I mean… I don’t know…” You close your eyes and try to focus your thoughts. “I think… I’ve kind of imagined it that I end up enjoying it - but is that too clichéd?”
“Doesn’t matter, baby girl.” Mark gives the back of your neck a comforting squeeze. “Ultimately the point is for us all to enjoy the scene. If we do it right then you’ll probably feel scared at times, or overwhelmed - again, that’s why those colours are so important.”
You nod and lean back against the couch - there’s so much whirling around your head and it doesn’t feel like you’ve even scratched the surface with this negotiation. Shawn notices your incoming fatigue and changes tack so that he’s asking you questions with yes or no answers while Mark helps you to elaborate where more clarification is needed.
After another hour or so of discussion, with only a few tangents having got the better of you all, it’s agreed that the groundwork has been laid and expectations are clear.
After all that, now it’s just a waiting game.
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You get home from your run, start some laundry and then vacuum downstairs before heading up to shower and change. You pick out some cute matching underwear and then throw on some sweats and a t-shirt and grab the hairdryer. You blow dry your hair with the customary clonking yourself on the head with it once or twice and jumping when the cord dances in your peripheral vision. You set the tool down and then do a final brush through before tying it back - the laundry should be finishing up soon.
Suddenly you’re plunged into darkness and your head is snapped back, a hand covering your mouth firmly over the material as it’s pulled tighter. You don’t have time to scream but you frantically scrabble at your neck, trying to grab the covering and pull it away from your face. Even as your rational mind says, ‘It’s started - this is their abduction’, the bare concept of what’s happening still has you in panic mode and you try to scream and continue to struggle. Whatever’s over your head is rapidly twisted in order to keep it tight and you’re whirled round and shoved face first against the wall, your attacker’s body pressed up close against you.
“Keep the noise down and stop fucking struggling, bitch.”
Even in your panicked state, you recognise the voice as Shawn’s but it’s so different compared to what you’re used to. His voice is deep anyway but he’s gritting the words out, hissing them into your ear through the material, which distorts it further. Knowing for certain that it’s him means that you’ve relaxed by half a degree - just enough to know that you need to play your part. He takes his hand off your mouth but shifts so that his shoulder pins you to the wall just long enough for him to grab one of your arms and twist it up behind your back. You cry out in genuine pain and he eases the hold but you can still feel the threat of it - if he pushes your arm an inch then the pain will come back.
“What do you want?” You ask, your voice strained.
“Shut up,” He grabs your other arm and then finally releases the vicious hold, but only so that he can bind your wrists together. Not with leather cuffs as you might have expected, but it feels like he’s used cable ties.
You try again. “Money… there’s a safe downstairs - I can open it if you -”
“I said, shut up!” He drags you away from the wall and pulls you against his body, one hand settling at your throat and the other around your waist. This means that your tied-together hands are nestled close to his crotch and a thought flits through your head that you can feel denim, so he must be wearing jeans - funny, the things you think about. He squeezes lightly on your neck and you become aware of how hot your face feels with your head trapped inside this bag.
“I don’t want money.” The hand on your waist moves and he openly gropes you, squeezing your breast and then cupping you hard between the legs. “I got everything I came for right here.” You do your best to wriggle out of his hold but he just laughs low and grinds himself against your bound hands. “A little to the left… yeah, that’s it - show me what a good little whore you can be. You might as well get some practice in now.”
You instantly stop moving and clench your hands into fists. The front of the material over your head is damp from your breath and you wonder whether jerking your head back would hurt you, or him. You can’t run… his hand is still resting around your throat - his arm feels bare and you can smell his skin and even his fabric softener, though that might be the material (pillow case?) over your head.
“Aw, you not gonna struggle anymore?” He says in a mocking tone. You swallow and try to shift your hands up a bit so that they’re not pressing against his crotch and then you feel his mouth on your skin, where neck meets shoulder. He bites down gently and it takes a lot of willpower not to let any pleasure show. Instead you try to wriggle away and his hand instantly tightens on your throat.
“You and me are gonna take a little ride.” You feel his lips move against your neck as he speaks. “Keep that mouth shut, got it? We both know there’s nobody around to hear, but if you start up, it’s gonna piss me off and believe me you don’t want that.” He spins you around again and within seconds has thrown you up over his shoulder and you flail at this new level of helplessness. You think you nearly throw him off balance because he staggers just briefly and then barks out, “Fucking stop that or I’ll just toss you down the stairs!” Your brain catches up enough to realise that you really do need to keep still for this part and so you go limp. He takes a moment to adjust his hold and then says, “You move again and I’ll make sure I bash your head off everything I can find on the way out of here.”
You discover that being carried over someone’s shoulder down a flight of stairs, while unable to see, is not the most pleasant of experiences and you can’t stop a couple of genuine whimpers though you know that Shawn’s being careful. He shifts his hold slightly again as he moves down the last step and then the air changes and you realise that he’s carried you right outside so he must have left the door open when he came in.
He comes to a stop and you expect him to set you down again but he doesn’t, though he does start talking again. “Now, I would let you ride shotgun but with that bag over your head… probably not a good idea. So you’re going in the back where no one can see you.” He turns and one of his hands grips the back of your sweatpants. “One, two, hup!”
You realise as you start to move through the air that he’s throwing you into the back of his pick up and you brace yourself but land on something soft - feels like a pile of blankets - so he’s obviously lined the vehicle bed and you lay there on your side. You’re a bit surprised when you hear him follow you in and then he’s wrapping what feels like rope around your ankles. You begin to struggle again, trying to kick out at him.
“Let me go! People are coming over later and they’re expecting me to be home!” You feel one of your feet connect with him and so you draw your leg back again and deliver a second, much more purposeful kick. He curses and grabs your foot, digging his thumb and index finger into a pressure point and you shriek in pain. “Get off me!”
He manhandles you on to your front and spreads himself out, practically laying on top of you. “Pipe down before I start knocking teeth out, you little bitch!” His breath is warm on your skin as he threatens you and then he bites the side of your neck again, much harder than he did back in the house.
You cry out in pain and your first thought is that the bite is going to leave a hell of a mark. The rough treatment so far already has you turned on and you go still because ultimately you do want to be tied up. Shawn pushes himself up and then you feel him shift around so that he’s facing your feet while being astride your thighs. He goes back to work with the rope and you’re actually surprised by his efficiency because in what seems like a short minute he has you secured in a hogtie position.
He climbs off you and you try an experimental pull at the bonds but of course you can’t get out of it. You’re still breathing hard and whimper through clenched teeth as he rocks you on to your side and gropes you again.
“Can’t wait to unwrap all this,” He comments, closing a hand around one of your breasts. “Get hold of these tits properly. If I didn’t have a schedule to keep, I’d take you right here.”
“Please…” You keep your voice quiet, mindful of his earlier threat. “You don’t have to do this.”
He laughs, rolling you abruptly back on to your front before slapping the side of your thigh. “You’re right; I don’t.” He moves away and you hear him climbing down from the truck bed, boots crunching on the gravel. “I don’t,” He says again and you hear a clunk. “I sure want to, though.” He adds as he begins to pull the truck’s tonneau cover into place. “And I can’t wait for the party to get started.” He slides the cover home and you’re plunged into darkness.
Even though the cover muffles the sounds, you still hear him climb into the cab, slam the door and start the engine. Your heart is pounding and your brain is going a mile a minute, only to settle on the thought that it’s warm out and you don’t know how long you’re going to be in here. As if on cue, you feel a breeze and realise that Shawn’s truck must have AC into the back - thank god.
At first you try to keep track of the turns that he’s making in an attempt to figure out where he’s taking you but in your puddle of blankets it’s hard to feel things properly and of course he could be taking all kinds of turns just to disorientate you. Underneath everything else that’s going on, there’s a constant current of arousal - this is actually happening…
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OK - as I’ve done my best to present in the first part of this, CNC is usually considered to be edge play and it can be a major mind fuck. Serious negotiations need to be made for a CNC scene and participants should be ready for it to not go as planned, because you really don’t know how people are going to react to an intense experience.
The flippant little comment Shawn makes about someone seeing a ‘kidnap’ take place? Yeah… really not so flippant. I was once at an event and a couple there who were into edge play recounted a tale about the time they had set up an abduction scene with a third person and it was all going great until the police came knocking. Someone had seen them taking their ‘abductee’ into the venue and called the police. This resulted in the three of them being taken to the police station where they were immediately interviewed separately at great length. Of course, as the scene had been pre-negotiated they were all able to give the same full and accurate account that everything was consensual, what had been planned, etc. If my memory serves me correctly they had also all written an account as well, signed and dated, and sealed in separate envelopes. This helped them massively because the police were (quite rightly) keen to make sure that everyone involved was safe and happy. But yeah… mood killer to say the least.
I’ve taken some liberties with the kidnap. You shouldn’t ever leave someone alone while they’re in bondage, and really not hogtied in the back of a truck. Cramp is a thing, etc. So yeah - please don’t do as I’ve written.
So, yes. Planning is crucial. Ongoing enthusiastic consent from all parties is crucial. Safe words are crucial.
