Spin the Wheel - White's Funhouse

He leaned, and began her right breast.

"You've been so very good, pet."

A soft sound, akin to a whimper, and she bit her lip again.

"Thank you, Master," was the quiet words, her voice slightly breaking as she seemed to be fighting back another whimper, coaxed from her by his touch. Back to biting her lip, she was clearly trying to be quiet.

As though someone had told her, at some point, that she should not show anything until commanded. To not break concentration. To make as little noise as possible.

He made a sound of approval. "Gently now." he whispered. Griselda was slowly lifted to her feet, still bound. They were gentle as they walked her into position.

"Now, my pet." he whispered. "We will support you, but we need you to bend over at the waist as far as you can, keeping your legs straight.

They rose her wrists until the cuffs seemed to catch on something. "Very good, pet." he whispered. She could hear a cranking sound in the background, and she realized she was at least partially suspended.

Then they each took hold of one of her ankles, and stretched them out. She could feel leather cuffs being snapped on, and she could feel something keeping her ankles wide apart.

There was some further cranking, and she was well and truly stuck, with little room to move.


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There was a slight intake of breath, audible only because it wasn't just her breathing. She tugged gently, but only enough to test her maneuverability, it seemed.

"Thank you, Master," was the whispered response, before her lips were pressed together. Pressed and held together, keeping her from making any other noise, or speaking further.

He caressed down her side and back. "You are happy to be displayed like this, my pet?"

It took her a moment to answer. She had told him that she was conservative. But he had no clue just how deep that particular personality trait of hers ran within her. Which is why there was a pause before she answered the question.

"If it pleases Master, then I am happy." That moment taken seemed to be what may have been needed to make her actually not sound like she was lying.

He caressed her cheek. "I am well proud of you, pet. You have pleased me greatly."

"I am going to have Beatrice here do some things to you while I watch. I promise you, I am not going anywhere."

The touch against her cheek brought a smile back to her face.

At first, when he spoke, she tensed. It was visible in the muscles and stance of her body that she tensed. But it only took her a moment.

"Thank you, Master," she said again, probably in response to both praise and promise.

He paused at that. "Pet, tell me truly. What troubles you?"

That seemed to surprise her. Her head came up a bit, jerking at the bindings momentarily. She was obviously not used to such a question in a situation such as this.

"I spoke before of being conservative, Master. This was no lie, it was pure truth. I am merely troubled at the notion of being most decidedly not conservative now. Being displayed such as this is mildly disconcerting to me, as is the notion that others will either be present or participate. It is nothing that should trouble Master in the least. I suspect that part of why this is being done is to at least temporarily remove these inhibitions that plague me, and have for a very long time." There was quiet for a moment, as she took a breath.

"Please do not be upset with me, Master. I am very sorry if my reaction has troubled Master."

She actually did look upset.

He leaned in forward enough to kiss her lips. He kissed her long and deeply, letting his hunger for her show.

When he finally broke it, he whispered tenderly. "My pet, I could never be upset, for you have pleased me greatly. I have asked a great deal of you this evening, and I will ask for a great deal more. But I promise you I will be at your side throughout."

"I am very proud of you." he caressed her cheek.

She seemed surprised again when he kissed her. But she lingered, even almost rocking up to her tiptoes to follow him when he broke the kiss. She bit her lip again, gave a hesitant smile when he caressed her cheek.

"Then I will make you more proud, Master," she said in a whisper.

He murmured. "Begin. Mind what I told you." it was obviously directed at the other woman.

A few moments passed before Griselda felt the touch again. It was as before, but this time, it was slick, and it spread. It took her a moment to realize Beatrice was rubbing down her body with a sleek body oil, giving the Kindred's skin an impressive shine. She started at her back and moved onwards. Although her touch was gentle, it was by its nature invasive. It was clear she intended to rub down every inch of Griselda's body.

He reached over and caressed her cheek. "You are allowed to show your pleasure, pet."

The girl, for her part, seemed encouraged, and continued to tease at her folds of skin.

Her cheek, when he touched it and spoke, turned a rather pretty shade of pink. Either she was blushing, or there was an issue with blood flow.

"Thank you ... " was the whimper, the slightly moaned response. And if it took her a moment to finish the phrase ... "Master." Well, it wasn't like there was no reason for such.

By now, she was actually both tensing and releasing her muscles, as though she wanted to move, to encourage the hands teasing her, but simply couldn't.

She made a low, frustrated sound, which was likely just as encouraging.