Slow walk home - The Castle Under the Swamp

Greer looks around "Yes sir." eyes watching him brightly and a soft content smile on her face.

"There's a good girl," he say in a warm tone. He pats his thigh, "Sit with me a moment."

She moves to sit as he request, much calmer and seeming quite content.

He ties the leash about a bedpost loosely before giving her his undivided attention.

"Good girl. Now, before you dream for me, I told you I wished to pierce you down there and I intend to do so tonight."

She gleefully takes his attention

He spreads her legs gently and reaches down to slowly examine her sensetive region. Light pressure and rubbing continue for a few moments before he has isolated her most responsive area. A thin, clear flexible piece of cartridge is produced. A few seconds later an oddly sensual pressure is on that spot. No matter how she squirms, it doesn't lessen. The pleasure is low, but constant.

"There. Good girl," he places a kiss to her forehead... or rather the mask does.

She softly mews, then gasps and squirms as he does so. Low murmurs keep sounding as he continues.

The King in Yellow places a hand on her hip, applying firm pressure to keep her squirming centralized in his lap. A hand lifts to her chest, fondling a breast affectionately.

"You seem to be enjoying this newest mark, yes?"

mmmmm looking at him confused, but enjoying the attention, very much still squirming and his attention.

The King in Yellow ponders a moment, continuing to fondle her breast. He debates asking her for her thoughts before realizing that he doesn't particularly care. Instead he shrugs slightly and returns a hand to her lap, manipulating her flesh delicately.

It filters through "Mark?" curiously asked faintly.

"Yes," he applies pressure to the firm pseudo piercing. "This is my application and my desire to do so. Thusly, it is a mark of mine. Like these..." He pinches a nipple. "Or your youthful figure."

She gives a soft mew as he applies pressure, a cry as he pinches, and nods at his words "Is it like the chains?" she says softly, raising her wrists, and a shiver runs through her.

"Yes. Like the chains. Something it pleases me to see you in."

He continues to apply pressure to her sensitive flesh with more speed and pressure.

"You enjoy wearing my marks, don't you pet."

She squirms more in his lap, with a breathy "Yes sir.", and flexes her hands while another ripple can be felt through her.

"Now there's a good girl," he coo's again at her pleasure. "Very good. And now, I feel it is almost time to sleep. Clear your mind, pet. I must see what your dreams will be."

She tries to clear her mind, letting him do as he wishes, and a touch of worry but says nothing.

He quickly traces the fear and grows it in his own mind. Fear was the heart of love.

She looks at him, a brief memory flashing or merging in her mind, and she still watches him.

The King in Yellow takes what pieces he needs from her existing fears before speaking again in a soothing tone.

"Be calm, pet. I would never cause you lasting distress."

She calms at his words, believing him completely, and quietly watches him fascinated.

"The things you fear are always so curious, pet. Refreshing even."

He resumes fondling her, causing the pleasures to rise again.

"Should I find new things?" with a soft mew as he starts back to molesting her.

Long fingers lift from her breast to encircle her throat.

"I find you delightful, pet. Your evolution pleases me greatly. Now... clear your mind of thought. Focus on the pleasure. Focus on being safe and happy. You will feel yourself slipping into sleep. Don't fight it."

A soft pout as he removes his hand from her breast, then tries to clear her mind, and focus on pleasure, being happy and safe. Falling to sleep as directed.