I Never Kiss on the First Date - White's Funhouse

She moaned when he groped her. She made no noise at all when the flogger fell against her backside.

"I do not believe I complained."

"True. Implying that you were looking forward to this." His hand slid down her lovely torso, caressing her abdomen. The flogger cracked again, this time coming beneath her to bite at her most tender flesh.

She growled softly as the flogger bit into her flesh.

"Not arguing does not imply anticipation."

His hand slid down further, and now began to gently caress her tender flesh. Skillful fingers toying with her. "Nor do I hear complaint now." he whispered soflty into her ear.

She shivered at his whispered words. Then she moaned as his fingers began their play.

"Would you like me to complain?" It was a whispered question in return.

One gentle motion caught her at her at her most vulnerable... most sensitive.

"I want to hear you tell me what you desire." he teased, still whispering. His tongue licked at her earlobe.

She moaned again but was unable to move.

"I want only to please you."

"Mmmm." he mused. He suddenly moved away from her for a moment. A second later she could feel his hands on her legs, beneath her.

His tongue gently tasted her, seeming to enjoy parting her folds of skin.

"I think you desire more than that."

She moaned again. This time it was significantly more loud.

"The underlying desire is unimportant in comparison to the desire to please you."

"Mmmm." he mused again, his hands caressing her thighs. "So. You wish to be my pleasure slave. My plaything."

Under normal circumstances she might have found that phrasing objectionable. This was not normal circumstances.

"Yes." It was little more than a whisper.

He stood, his hands sliding up her sides, groping her gently. He suddenly pulled back her head by the hair roughly. His lips began kissing her neck and chin, and made their way to her ear. "Tell me what you would like me to do to you." he whispered.

She growled. A low warning as her head was jerked back.

"And again. I desire for you to use my body to bring you pleasure."

His other hand reached down and gripped her breast. Hard.

"And if I wanted to hear you beg?" he whispered.

The warning growl grew in volume.

"Then you will need to state what you wish me to beg for."

He squeezed again. Harder. "For me to fulfill your desire to use you, of course."

The growl was now quite loud.

"Are you asking me to give you advice on a series of activities? Or are you asking me to simply beg to be used?"

He chuckled as he pinched her nipple.

"We can begin with the former."

The growl was still there. But she began to quote in low and husky tones.

"A woman is something soft, something warm when you feel her. When she's naked, when she's touched; discovered. You see that things happen inside of her. She opens up. Sometimes a woman is sad; sometimes she's angry, helpless, beautiful. Sometimes she is strong. She is still only that one woman. Talk to her, in deep whispers. Tell her what you're doing, what you see. Move slowly. Tell her you're inside of her. Tell her how it feels. Touch her; use your tongue; your breath. When she's about to come, she'll grab for you. But don't let her come; make her wait. Tease her, play with her. Make her feel. She may touch herself; she's so sensitive now. You can't be afraid.

Take her."

He almost purred at her words. "Excellent. Now... beg me to do all you have said."

Her laugh was rick and thick. It just did not sound mocking.

"I cannot beg you to do what is in your nature to do. Once you have taken the advice given, begging will come freely, unprompted. Would you rather I beg falsely, with nothing behind such pleas other than the simple command? Or would you rather take the advice, put your own spin upon it, and have the pleas issue forth from lips unbidden, almost against my own will?"

Her voice was a low and husky purr.

"Tell me what you wish of me, my darling, and I will tell you how to achieve it."

His hands explored her cheeks, neck and breasts.

"What do I wish of you? My dear, that is simple. I want to feel you break. I want to feel your spirit to yield to my will. I want to know what it is to possess a goddesss..."

Here he touched her forehead. "... in mind...."

His finger traced down between her breasts. "... in body...."

Down it traced again, finally finding purchase again at her holiest of holies. "... and in soul."

She leaned forward in her bonds. Just enough to get closer to him so that her whispers were heard.

"Much better. Paint a picture for me with words. What is it that you feel now? You are touching me in a very intimate place. What does it feel like to you? Can you feel the heat? My heat? What does it do to you? What does it make you wish to do? What reaction do you wish to garner with such an effort?"

She paused only to shiver.

"Do you wish me to cry out? To moan? To beg for more? Do you wish me to speak to you as a lover? To reduce this intimate play down to a more crude act? Do you wish me to speak to you in such a manner that you may call me names, use me and humiliate me? All of these things can be easily attained with but a slight flick of the wrist, touching me as you are now."

She smiled.

"Tell me your fantasies and I will make them come to life."

"Yesss..." he whispered. "That's it."

He pulled her hair back again, then began kissing her neck. "You've shown me something of your threshold for pleasure. Tell me of your threshold for pain."

She let her head be dragged back. Her voice was still a whisper.

"I am an old warrior. My threshold for pain is nearly unmatched. Short of literally slicing my body open with heated blades and taking me apart one by one, you will get no reaction from me other than annoyance. Unless you wish to create sensual pain only to heighten the pleasure. I have an amazing threshold for it; you can do as you will as far as that goes."