Allowances Pt 2 [[FDom, msub, BDSM, toys/whipping]

As Richard obediently crawled to the full-length mirror that sat opposite the chair, Ziru pranced to the dresser that spanned the adjacent wall. She took her time opening drawer after drawer knowing Richard watched her reflection with trepidation. Having had her pleasure already and being in no particular rush to do the same for her kneeling cock-boy, she drew out her teasing, selecting one toy only to set it aside for another. Eventually, Ziru did begin to make legitimate selections but she positioned herself in such a way that Richard couldn’t see the items as she whisked them into a waiting pouch. As she turned and approached, the only device that he could be certain she brought was a short riding crop. Beyond that, her plans were a mystery.

 

Once again, Ziru crouched in front of Richard, this time removing the fabric from his mouth. She gently guided his head down to her breasts, directing him to kiss one then the other. When he had, she withdrew the first item from her bag- a horse bit-gag.

 

“Even though your tongue-fuck was adequate, I don’t quite think you’ve earned back free use of your mouth. Do you?”

Allowances Pt 1 [FDom, msub, BDSM, oral]

Despite all the rumours and intrigue that swirled about his adoptive father, Richard Adrimar emerged on the political scene untarnished. By the time he was appointed Royal Magus at the age of 24, he had earned an exemplary reputation and the worst that could be said about him- that he was a staid man- was still a compliment in the right company.

 

Outwardly, Archmage Adrimar bore the burden of his reputation with humble pride and a shy smile, keeping hidden the internal struggle he faced when it came to matters of the heart. For all his careful manners and steady judgment, Richard had deposited his heart into the hands of a-

 

 

“*Harlot.*”

 

Ziru looked to Richard, her green eyes snapping up and down as she studied him, fuming as he was in the bathroom’s doorway.

 

“You’re home early.” She lifted a hand from the enamelled tub and gestured at the naked man crouched beside it, his arms still hidden beneath the suds. “Richard, this is… Ferance?”

 

“Ferdinand.” The man had gone stiff with anxiety but hazard a glance over his shoulder paired with an ashen grimace. “She didn’t tell me-“