Bondage Girls

The crowd is still going wild, but I only have eyes for you. I slowly weave my way through the dancing bodies until I’m standing right next to you at the bar. My body is so close that my arm brushes lightly against yours. The black leather corset creaks softly as I lean my hips against the counter and look at you from the side. Your white silk dress shimmers in the neon light, damp with sweat, and clings to all the places that interest me most. I can smell your pulse—fast, alive, sweet. I hold up two fingers to the bartender and say in a calm, dark voice, “Two of the heavy red. The real stuff.” The bartender nods wordlessly and shortly thereafter places two bulbous glasses filled with a deep, dark, almost black liquid in front of us. I slowly push one toward you, my cool fingertips deliberately brushing the back of your hand. Then I turn fully toward you, rest an elbow on the bar, and let my gaze slowly glide over your face, your neck, and the wet silk dress.

“You were incredible up there,” I whisper, close enough that you can feel my cool breath on your skin. “That white dress… the way it clings to you. And that voice. I felt every single note.” I smile slowly, and for a brief moment my sharp fangs flash. “I’m Lara.” I take my glass, clink it against yours, and take a sip. A small red drop clings to my lower lip, which I slowly lick away with my tongue. “And you….” I lean in a little closer, my lips almost at your ear: “Drink with me, singer.” My bright blue vampire eyes glow in the dim light as I stare at you intently, hungry and curious at the same time.

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It doesn't take me long to weave my way to the bar, brushing off moving bodies here and there. It's like swimming through a sea of emotion and intent for I can often get a sense of what people hold in their soul, beit love, lust or something darker. But I don't feel any change in those waters when you slide up next to me, its just the brush of your arm that draws my attention and those bright blue eyes that hold it. At first it's easy to dismiss it as an errant touch, but you insist with a glass of something deep and red. Another brush as we're stood face to face and my daze in drinking in your striking beauty.

"hmm thank you. It's so humbling to hear that". I smile, dimpling my cheeks as my plush peach lips curl into them. I raise on hand across my cleavage, conscious now of just how tight my dress is squeezing my body. Almost as tight as your corset... "I try to pour my essence into my songs. I'm so glad that it could... touch you". My lashes flutter to your smile, catching a glimpse of that fang without fully registering it. You keep moving, so our glasses clink and then I'm watching that shimmer of claret being lapped up and you're so close that I should feel body heat, sweat, lust something aside from the gently refreshing whisp of your breath rolling across my skin. There's a mix of sweat and perfume in the air around us. It feels as gentle as your whisper, rising louder than the music blasting through speakers. "I'd love to.... Lara". And with without fully taking my once baby blues off you, I bring the glass up and let the rich, deep red liquid colour my lips and stir my taste buds... "hhmmmm... would you like to.... dance with me?"

 I watch closely as you take a sip from the glass. The dark red liquid glistens on your peach-colored lips, and a tiny drop hangs from the corner of your mouth. Then you look at me—that smile that suddenly seems so sweet and yet so innocent… and yet I can feel your pulse quickening. My ice-blue eyes light up as I see you swallow. A soft, throaty laugh escapes me. “Mina…” I repeat your name slowly, as if letting it melt on my tongue. “A beautiful name. It suits you. So soft… so inviting.” I take another half-step closer until our bodies are almost touching. My cool breath brushes against your collarbone as I tilt my head slightly and look up at you from below. My blue eyes sparkle hungrily. “Dance? Oh yes… I’d love to dance with you.” I set my glass down, take your hand—my fingers are cold, almost icy compared to your warm skin—and pull you gently but firmly away from the bar, straight into the dancing crowd.

The bass thumps deep in our chests. I turn toward you, place a hand on your hip, and slowly pull you closer until your white silk dress brushes against my black leather corset. With my other hand, I run my fingers lightly through your hair, tucking a damp strand behind your ear. “You feel so warm…” I whisper close to your ear as we move to the rhythm of the music. My lips brush your earlobe ever so gently. “Your heart is beating so fast. I can hear it… and feel it.” I let my hand slide lower, over the curve of your waist, and pull you a little closer to me. Our faces are only a few inches apart. Then I look at you again—that smug, hungry smile on my lips, while my blue eyes dive straight into your baby-blue ones. I lean forward slowly until my cool lips almost touch your neck—not quite, just close enough that you feel the chill. Then I whisper, “Tell me… if I were to kiss you right now… would you push me away? Or would you let me get even closer?” I wait, still pressed tightly against you, as we continue to sway to the music. My hand rests possessively on your lower back.

 It's unnoticed. The crimson pearl at the corner of my mouth as I take in the rich wine, curling my lips inward with a soft honeysuckle pop that restores their soft pink hue. I'm still holding the glass close to my face where I can peak over the top of it as you glide in capturing my gaze in those sapphire flames that speak of something dangerous, unnatural yet I doubt sense it. There's just the warm fuzz rising within me from the wine working its way to my core. And that siren song whisper. I'm watching every word drip like honey from your rich, crimson lips. "Lara...." I hear myself coo dispite the goosebumps tracing your breath across my pulsating artery. "you feel... cool". Like a gentle breeze on a hot day. Such a contrast to the cauldrin of movement, noise and stiffling, clammy heat your drawing me into.

Soon we're devoured into the crowd, you gliding and me.. I feel like I'm teetering on my pumps as I follow by your hand. A hand that's on my hip moments later as we come close, drawn in like opposite sides of a magnet. I find my hand on your shoulder, neatly manicured finger tips brushing across the contrast of leather straps and ice white flesh. That firmer leather makes my dress rustle whisper soft and shift here and there, kissing tighter still where rivets of moisture allow the hue of my skin to tease through and become lost in dancing neons. That cast my face in sultry pinks and purples but never quite mask the emotions rising through me with ease thump of my heart, setting the rythem that my hips sway to. "mmmMm.. you... you can?" I ask, my own warm breath rolling across your cheek. Your answer comes with a pull and press of our bodies. So tight now that I can feel your own rythem, taking lead of my own. My chest cushions into yours and ours meet with a friction like caress. The question draws a gasp, subtle but telegraphed by the shiver on my held spine and the lift of my chest. And then I hear myself purr. "I'd let you. I feel you... Enjoy you melting into me...."

We’re still swaying, pressed close together to the beat of the music, your warm chest against mine, as I feel how deeply you respond to my touch. Your soft purring and the way you whisper, “I’d let you,” make me moan inside. I tilt my head, let my cool lips glide very lightly over the sensitive skin of your neck, and then whisper directly into your ear, my voice dark, rough, and full of desire: “Mina… this music is beautiful, but I don’t want to share you with all these people anymore.” I press my body even tighter against you, letting the smooth, cool leather of my corset slowly rub against your damp silk dress so that you can clearly feel the hardness of my chest and the coldness of my skin. Then I bite very gently on your earlobe and whisper more passionately:

“Come with me… I know of a small, very exclusive party. Just you and me. No crowd. No onlookers. Just the two of us… in a quiet, dark room where no one can hear us.” I step back a little so you can look into my ice-blue eyes. My gaze is hungry, almost greedy, as I slowly stroke your lower lip with my thumb. “There, I can really feel you… taste you… and make you sing until your voice breaks.” I take your hand, intertwine our fingers, and pull you close to me once more, leather against silk. “What do you say, my beautiful singer?” I smile slowly, my pointed canines flashing briefly. “Will you come with me to my exclusive party… or would you rather stay here and pretend you’re just dancing?” My blue eyes sparkle with anticipation as I wait for your answer, my body still pressed tightly against yours.

07:18 Mina_Anderson: Somewhere deep in my mind, my soul, a voice is screaming that this is not me. That I don't grind and sway against strangers in night clubs, don't drink, don't give myself away so readily. And that voice is drown out so absolutely by your mere whisper. And the cool leather pressing firm against my light, shifty silks, it makes by body burn all the hotter. I find my fingers lacing yours and getting those in the cascading pink hair you've been playing with and draw your closer, til contrasting fabric can't make the tell tale firmness achining through my plush, shimmer dampened chest. I crane my neck to your hiss, ghost light over the wellspring of that pulsing artery and let my eyes roll back. A little nip brings me back to the moment.

 Back to you, and your voice. To the pretence of this dance, such as it is now with the hem of my dress skewed and rising to the very verge of decency. All while you paint such an intimate picture with words and freeze into my mind with a glance. I bite my lip only for you to draw out my lower lip and leave me wanting to badly to draw your thumb into my mouth, so suckle and moan and fill you with my radiant warmth. I'm looking at those lips now.. A flash of fang that sets that little voice off again. Screaming to fight or take flight. "I say..... feel me... taste me.... Take me". And with that, I give my hand. No you already had it. You took it the moment you brushed over me at the bar.

I smile contentedly as you whisper, “Take me,” and place your hand in mine. My fingers close tightly around yours—cold and unyielding—and without another word, I pull you through the crowd toward the exit. Outside, an elegant black car with tinted windows is already waiting. I open the door for you, let you get in, and then slide into the back seat myself, right next to you. No sooner is the door closed than I pull you close and kiss you again—this time deeper, hungrier, my tongue gliding over yours as the car glides silently through the night. The ride doesn’t take long. We arrive at a large, old estate on the outskirts of town, surrounded by dark trees. It looks eerily romantic: tall windows, ivy on the walls, only a few lights burning. I get out, take your hand again, and lead you up the wide staircase. The heavy front door opens almost silently. Inside, it’s warm but subdued—candlelight flickers in heavy chandeliers, dark wooden floors, heavy curtains. I close the door behind us, turn to face you, and smile at you. My ice-blue eyes glow in the semi-darkness.

“So here we are…” I say softly, almost in a whisper, as I slowly walk toward you. “My little private party. Just you and me.” I step very close to you, place a hand on your waist, and gently press your back against the cool wall of the entryway. My other hand brushes your tousled hair back. “No more club. No music. No witnesses.” I lean forward, let my cool lips glide over your neck, feel your rapid pulse just beneath your skin, and whisper, “Now you belong to me, Mina… at least for tonight.” My hand slides lower, slowly pushing the slipped hem of your silk dress higher as I kiss you again—this time slower, but more intensely. Then I pull back just enough to look into your eyes, that hungry smile still on my lips. “Would you like a drink?” I wait, my blue eyes sparkling with anticipation, while my fingers still play with the hem of your dress.

08:02 Mina_Anderson: The second those words pour from my glistening, cherry pink lips I wonder what illicit place they could have came from. But I can't take them back. Your hand's locked to mine the second I gave it up and now I'm trotting through the gyrating mass of sweat, joy and need. A kiss of cool night air does little to bring me out of the neon haze I'm drifting through, soon into that waiting car, soft leather seats which creak and give just as I so readily give to the press of your lips. Vapour laced breath dances, and mixes in a dancing prelude to the slow waltz when our tongue met with a wet click. My eyelids droop and close while your tongue expores, strokes and... dominates? My fingertips find there way along your sides, tracing over that smooth, still cool leather and the cold and always controlled beauty pressed so tight. We rumble along, it could me minutes or hours lost in this rustle soft, groaning embrace but eventually we stop.

 And when I get out, it's like I've stepped into some gothic romance novel. The sight takes my breath if only for a fluttering heartbeat. A breeze ripples its way up my thighs, where my dress has creases and folded it's way up and around my hips letting my thighs part just a little when you lean in again and roll leather against barely concealed, sheer lace. I'm pressed between you and the entrance way now, glazed eyes watching your words drip from those blood red lips, and stir adrenaline. It's exhilarating. You're exhilerating. I can't help but reach out, placing my hand one the cleavage your corset offers up, while the other tip toes around your side and starts to follow the grove of your spine. "No one.. Just you, Just me..." I pant as your body clings to my mine so close you feel the shiver. The catch in my breath lifting my bosom so insistently into yours. "Just tonight".

08:17 Mina_Anderson: "I. Am. Yours." Perhaps deep down, I sense what that means. It's so easy, so sweat and soft and exciting just to get lost in the moment that you can simply bring me back into your chilling, kiss and stir just curiousity and deep, burning need. Our lips crush and slide, leaving a wet sheen. Our tongues swirl and stroke all while you touch and tease and take my dress, by the taut arch riding between my thighs. You can feel the tension ease and return with a slow roll of my hips. "Ahhh... drink?" I ask, lulling forwards as if you peel away and freeze me there, into those eyes... "A drink would be.. hmmm... yesss"

 I watch you closely as you whisper, “I am yours,” and a dark, satisfied smile spreads across my lips. Your body trembles so beautifully beneath my hands, your warm breath comes in quick gasps, and I can almost taste your desire. When you say “something to drink,” I nod slowly and let you go for a moment, only to devour you with my eyes again right away. I walk with swaying steps to the large, dark wooden shelf, take out an old, dusty bottle, uncork it slowly, and let the heavy, sweet wine breathe for a moment. Then I pour two bulbous glasses—the liquid is deep red, almost black in the candlelight. With both glasses in my hands, I return to you provocatively slowly. My hips sway with every step, the tight leather corset accentuates every curve, and my ice-blue eyes never let you out of their sight for a second. I stop right in front of you, so close that our bodies almost touch. Instead of simply handing you the glass, I raise mine to my own lips first, take a slow sip, and let a small drop hang deliberately from my lower lip.

 Then I lean forward, press my body against yours again, and hold the second glass to your lips. “Drink…,” I whisper hoarsely as I tilt the glass slightly, letting the warm, sweet liquid moisten your lips. “This isn’t ordinary wine. It’s… special. It makes everything more intense.” As you drink, I set my own glass aside and let my free hand slowly glide over your décolletage, my fingers pushing the damp silk fabric of your dress slightly to the side until more of your warm, shimmering skin is visible. As soon as you’ve swallowed, I take the glass from you, set it aside, and press you back against the wall again. My cool lips immediately find your ne

You leave me there, slumped into the wall and waiting, watching that sway of your body and the way candle light seems to dance of that dark, alluring leather that exudes a kind of sinfullness that should repeal me. YEt here I am, unable even to look away while you pour the wine and start that slow waltz back toward me. Again I find my lip curling into a soft anticipatory bite, my fingers curl into the vee of my dress, brushing my nails over my cleavage all while my steady, heavy panting plays as the baseline to this new verse in our song. As you near you can see the warm creamy hue of my skin more vividly under candlelight. The peach crown of my dress standing tall and yearning to to be seen. But it's my eyes you lock onto and entrance with gliding ease.

 I watch you darken those lips, blood red and almost dripping. I'm leaning into them again when you bring the glass before me and... I drink. Tilting my head back as my mouth opens obediently. I feel the liquid bleed over my lips staining them the same sultry hue. It takes from my innocent look. Then as it flows like nectar, swallowed down in wave after wave, it brings a soft haze to my vision, my mind and a warm that stirs within and radiates out only to be taken by your cold touch. Your hand, Realise is on my chest. rising and falling in waves as my breasts lift on each heavy, groaning breath. My hands on top of yours, urgign you to squeeze, to keand.. to take. The others in your hair, combing through the strands of nightfall darkness as my brow comes to rest on yours. The tension in my dress bites across my hips, the swell of my ass and then... "mmmmmMMmm" my thigh. You feel one leg shift and slide over your, bare skin on the sinful leather as I hook my calf againsts yours and let my head lull back, as I cradle yours and as I rumble a purr against your kiss. You leave a blood red mark on my skin and bite enough to send a chill climbing along the side of my neck. "unnnghhh... You feel.... divine!"

 Your soft “MmmmmmMMmm” and the purring against my mouth make me tremble inside. I feel your leg wrap around mine—bare, hot skin against cool leather—and how you press yourself against me as if there were no tomorrow. I kiss you deeper, hungrier, my tongue dancing with yours as I take in the taste of wine and your own sweet flavor. My hand on your breast presses tighter, just as you demand with your fingers—I knead your soft flesh through the thin silk fabric, feeling your nipple harden and your heart racing beneath it. When you throw your head back and moan, “You feel… divine!” I can’t help but laugh softly—a dark, triumphant laugh right against your neck. “Divine?” I whisper hoarsely as I press my lips back against your throbbing artery. “Oh Mina… you have no idea how much more I can make this intensify.” I bite down—not too hard, but hard enough that you feel my sharp canines lightly scoring your skin. A tiny drop of your warm blood oozes out, and I immediately lick it up with my tongue. The taste explodes in my mouth—sweet, hot, alive—and makes my blue eyes light up brighter for a moment.

Mmm… so good…,” I moan softly against your skin. My free hand pushes your dress higher, slides under the hem, and strokes the inside of your thigh, higher and higher, until my cool fingers reach the damp heat between your legs. I caress you slowly. At the same time, I press you harder against the wall, my body pressing hard against yours, leather against silk, cold against heat. I lift my head, look directly into your glassy, lust-filled eyes, and whisper in a rough voice: “Tell me how much you want it, Mina. I bite your neck gently again, sucking harder. My gaze is dark with hunger, my body presses against yours, and my lips hover over your throat. 

I don't notice one strap of my dress slip down my shoulder and shift the neckline, offering up yet more of my ripe, creamy flesh to your firm, squeezing touch. It gives to each press and push of your finger tips, swelling between them all the more for the way I arch my back and offer myself to you. And you take with each full sloppy wet kiss, with that rake of your teeth down my neck, leaving shivers which make my body squirm against you in a slow, wriggling rythem. "aahhnNnnn!". My cry rumbles up through my throat, under the well spring of surely the sweetest feast you've ever sample. It's not just the taste but the vibracy, the life that explodes from that little ruby. In that moment you feel a kind of purity and power spread through you. "UnnfffFFF!". My ass slaps against the wall as you press full and tight, pinning me against the wall. The cold front of leather creaks against rustling silk. How can you still be so cold? Was that a bite, a hickey? Questions rise from some part of my mind but I'm too fuck dumb to even try to answer them right now. Not while your fingers climb there way along my inner thigh and your eyes are holding mine again!

I can barely find the words to respond to you.. "lara... you... you can? You... will?" And then I feel the chill of your touch meet the core of the clammy heat thats turn my flesh silk and my dress all but see through. Satin and lace greet your fingertips as they stroke, slow and controlled across the lips hidden within, drawing out a long languid roll of my hips into yours.. "aawwWWWWWwwwhhhh!". My eyes roll as your head dips. My hands slip from your hair and my hand, stroking down your sides, sweeping over your hips til my fingers are fanning out of your leather clad rear. "Don't... Don't want.... I Need it.. I need you to have m-eee", My voice catches when you bite my neck again.. My hands squeeze into your tush. An answer even before I continue.. "I need to feel you.. to taste you!"

I smile darkly as you moan helplessly and finally admit that you need it. Your words, “I want you to take me,” sound like music to my ears. Without another word, I take your hand, entwine my cold fingers tightly with yours, and pull you along behind me through the dark, candlelit corridors of the old estate. My steps are calm and steady, while your breathing is still rapid and uneven. I push open the door to my bedroom—a large, opulent room with a massive four-poster bed made of dark wood, heavy velvet curtains, and just a few flickering candles. The bed is perfectly made… and soft yet sturdy leather loops already hang from each of the four bedposts. I turn to face you, give you one last hungry smile—my pointed canines glint briefly in the candlelight—and gently but firmly guide you backward toward the bed. “Lie down, my beauty…,” I whisper. As soon as you’re lying with your back on the soft mattress, I take your right hand first, then your left, and guide them into the leather loops on the upper bedposts. I pull them tight, but not painfully, so that your arms lie spread wide above your head. Then I do the same with your legs—first the right, then the left—until you lie completely exposed and bound before me, your white silk dress already slipped and pushed up.

I crawl slowly, seductively, onto the bed, straddle your hips, and look down at you. My long hair falls around us like a curtain as I lean forward slightly, resting my hands on either side of your head. “Where were we…?” I whisper in a rough, dark voice, letting my gaze slowly glide over your bound body—from your outstretched arms, over your heavy, heaving breasts, all the way down to your wide-open thighs. I lean in deeper until my lips hover just a few inches above yours. “Ah yes… you said you want me to take you.” I let my hips circle slowly so you can feel my weight and the heat between my own legs, even though my body is still cool. Then I lower my head and bite your neck again—this time harder. My teeth pierce your skin just enough that a thin, warm stream of blood flows into my mouth. I suck slowly, relishing it. I lift my head again; a small red drop runs down my lower lip, which I lick up with my tongue.

07:41 Lara_Catgirl:

07:41 Lara_Catgirl:

 I almost want to resist, not cause of the lingering sense of danger, the unnatural chill that tingles through my flesh. Not even because such sensations and sins are forbidden to angels. No, simply don't want you to peel your cool leather wrapped curves from me, or lift my hand from your ass but you do. My toes curl inside my ivory pumps as they click behind you in rough rhythm with my panting breath as you lead me deeper and deeper into your lair. All the while my azure gaze sweeps over you, taking in ever inch from your swaying hips and elegant legs to the raven locks gleaming in candle light.

Your room is everything I'd expect and more. Plush, elegent and the bed?... Thee leather straps. I wave of tension washes over me as I swallow a little lump in my throat. Surely you notice how the rise and fall of my ample chest shifts, slowing into nervous tense breathes, each peach pink crown hinting through the damp, clingy fabric. You're holding my hands as you back me one step at a time til I sink into the bed, stretching back into the softness while big curious eyes watch on while you feed one wrist then the other into the cuffs and clasp them closed. "ooohh god". I whisper, feather light and rippling with tension. Still I don't resist as if entranced bu the darkly seductive presence that's lead me here in a wine induced haze. Now your drinking me into those unnatural, predatory eyes. I can only sqirom and pant, almost feeling you watch me flex my arms, testing the binds. Watch me bit down on my lip. No your looking lower... At the claret pearl thats formed on the scratch you left... I barely registered the sting but now I feel it. An fleeting afterthought and little more when you climb on me and I feel the heat between your legs as they wrap around me. I lift my own, adding to the friction and grind of languid motion. Your hair make a canopy that blocks out the whole world while I raise my head, trying to bridge the inches between our lips only for you to dip out of reach.. "NnnnNN".

Then it happens. Icey breath and a sharp, hot sting. A fuller bite. One I feel.. "eermmpphH!". A whimper catches in my throat, even as I shudder and arch my body into yours as more of my life essence spreads across your tongue. YOu feel a jerk under you as you rise up and my eyes widen on the rich claret on your lips.. "awwh wha.. wha are you... doing!?"

I sit firmly on top of you, my leather-clad buttocks pressing heavily and sensually against your hips, while I grab your hair with one hand and pull your head firmly to the side. Your neck now lies completely exposed before me—soft, warm, pulsing. A deep, guttural growl escapes my throat as I lean down. My tongue glides slowly, relishing the sensation, over your skin, tasting the sweat and the sweet scent of your blood. Then you feel it—my sharp fangs pressing against your carotid artery. I bite down. Hard. Deep. Possessively. My teeth pierce your skin with a brief, sharp pain that immediately turns to pure heat. Warm, sweet liquid flows into my mouth and I suck—deeply, greedily, almost desperately. A soft, animalistic moan vibrates in my throat as I drink.

The more of your blood I swallow, the stronger my arousal becomes. My hips begin to move slowly and urgently over you, rubbing my leather-covered lap firmly against your lower abdomen. I feel you twitch beneath me, your body writhing and your chest rising and falling heavily. I pull my mouth away from your neck just briefly; a thin red thread runs across your skin and my lips. My voice is hoarse, breathless, full of dark lust: “You taste so pure… so alive…” Then I bite down again immediately, sucking even more intensely. My fingers find your hard nipple and twist it, while I continue to drink and rub myself against you faster and faster. My breath hits your neck cold and in gasps, mixed with soft, hungry sounds. I lift my head just enough to look into your eyes—mine are now glowing a wild, icy blue. “Your blood makes me so horny… I want more. I want everything from you.” I bite down a third time, deeper this time, and suck long and hard. Your blood rushes through my veins, my arousal growing with every sip.

Is it the same lust fuelled gyration you feel under your anchored rear or the thrusting jerking of a squirming prey try to though you off. Either way you ride those waves. All I manage is to roll the hem of my dress that bit higher still and bright the pink lace and white satin panties I'm wearing into view. My hearts thuds so hard in my chest I can feel it, almost hear it right now that I see something different in your eyes.. "Lara?" I gasp before you yank on my hair and pain ignites across my scalp. Perhaps you catch the look of fear before you bare down again? Maybe you hear the leather straps creak and strain holding my arms as your fang pierce my soft, paper smooth flesh again. "AarrHHnnn!!" THe cry rolls out, still laced in lust and need as it rolls across your ear and fades leaving me stretched out and open mouthed as you feed on the most intense, enthralling nectar you've ever tasted. Like a drug you can never get enough of!

That deep groan says it all, even before your body shifts into that aggressive, grinding motion, bullying my body back down onto the bed where I can just feel the sensations, the veiled friction against my hips, against through wet little panties. I'm shifting and shuffling my hips as if I could wriggle from under you while my thighs flex over and over again, when the straps bite to my ankles.. "Unnnghhh.. iunngghh unnghhnnoooo!". I rasp as if that would stop you. Do I even want you to stop? There's still that sweet need in my voice mixed with urgent fear.. "EeeeyyyEEKKK!!" Again hot pain erupts across my neck and spreads out almost in line with the crimson streaks creep across my still and across my colar bone. You can feel ever breath as you slip my neckline down and one plush breast swells up and meets your touch. "uuunnnNGG!". Another groan as you take my nipple, thick and rubbery between your fingers and twist with a flash of casual sadism that leaves me squeaking like a trapped mouse!

Again I'm looking into your eyes, and they frighten me. Frenzied and hungrier than anything I've ever seen. Still my hip move against yours, heat pooling between us like fuel for this fire. "nnn...nnnn.. " I manage to gasp but you wont be stropped . This time you bite deep, so deep a shudder ravages it way down my body. A plume of choked breath rolls across your ear followed by a gurgled cry. All while you drink down more and ever more of that rich, exhilarating elixir!

08:47 Mina_Anderson:

My eyes roll, looking anywhere but the source of the wet suckling sounds rising from the cauldron of hot, intense pain you've made. I scan over the arms, stretched out willfully surrendered into those cuffed straps. One of thems torn a bit, likely from the violent shudders that ran through my body. It's still holding me but.... If I can rip it completely then....

 I drink like a woman dying of thirst. My mouth is pressed tightly against your neck, my teeth buried deep in your soft flesh, as I suck in long, greedy gulps. Every sip of your hot, sweet blood explodes on my tongue—rich, alive, intoxicating. It runs hot down my throat and sets my whole body ablaze. My ice-blue eyes roll back in sheer pleasure, a deep, vibrating moan escaping from my chest straight into your skin. The more you writhe and tug at the leather straps, the harder I bite down. I feel the thin skin give way beneath my teeth, fresh, warm blood shooting into my mouth in pulsing spurts. I swallow loudly, greedily, almost slurping—the wet, sucking sound fills the space between us.

“Mmmhhh… fuck…,” I growl, my lips smeared with blood, without breaking contact with you. “You taste so damn good… I can’t stop…” My hips move brutally against you. I rub my leather-covered crotch hard and fast against your wet panties, feeling the heat of your labia through the thin fabric. The leather creaks with every movement as I press myself harder against you, as if I wanted to fuck you right through the mattress.

With one hand, I yank your dress down even further until both of your full breasts are completely exposed. I grab your left breast roughly, squeeze it together, and twist your hard, thick nipple so tightly between my fingers that you scream in pain and pleasure. Then I lean in closer and bite down there too—right into the soft upper part of your breast. My teeth sink in, I suck hard, leaving a large, dark hickey full of red dots. At the same time, my fingers thrust deep and brutally into you. Three fingers now—stretched, wet, smacking. I fuck you with hard, fast thrusts, bending them right where it hits you the hardest, while my thumb massages your swollen clit in fast, merciless circles. Your blood keeps flowing into me, getting me high, making me aggressive, making me so incredibly horny.

 I pull my mouth away from your breast for just a split second; thick blood drips from my lips onto your skin, and I stare into your face with eyes burning with wild intensity. “Keep fighting, Mina… tug at the straps… try to escape,” I gasp hoarsely, my voice trembling with lust. “The more you struggle, the deeper I’ll fuck you… and the more I’ll drink from you, until you’re nothing but a trembling, coming thing beneath me.” Then I lower my head again, bite brutally into your neck once more, and suck with all my strength, while my fingers fuck you mercilessly and my hips press against you as if in a frenzy.

“Unnnghh.. y..You… Must… Stop!”. I can already feel my strength sapping as you feast on my very essence. That rich liquid that contains within, my energy and power. My very being. Yet still, I’m enthralled by you, by the feel of your body shifting aggressive, pistoning your hips into the nexus of my bound, straining legs, where your greeted by a satin veiled, wet kiss that lingers on your lap.

 “UnnngghHHH!” My groan rumbles up through the skin you’ve pierced with such ease. And with it, instinct takes hold. The next time you thrust your hips against me, my lift to meet in a full, wanton roll. “UnnnggghHHH!”. My body rocks with yours, meeting you as you dry fuck me. “UnnnnGHhh UnnnGHHHH UNnnnGHHHH!”. By the time you peel your mouth away, leaving a deep, crimson wound and a river of scarlet running toward my shoulder. “Unnnghhh Awwwwwhhh… St… St… You’ll take… all of Meeee!”

 There’s fear in my voice, panic all laced with a needy urgency. Still I’m grinding my wet little kitty against that slicked leather, crushing my veiled lips against the insistent pressure of your body. The motion ripples up my body like waves, bringing a jumping sway to my pert and plush breasts. Little wonder your drawn to reveal them and see candlelit ambers dancing seductively over that rich creamy flesh and thick, peaking nipples that seem to reach up for you.

You bow in catching my gaze long enough to draw a sharp little gasp. Not as sharp as you full, piercing kiss.. “awwwHHH GGGAAWWW!” The pain sinks deep and again I’m shuddering under you, my body arched almost in offering to the feasting vampiress. Still my hips roll and twist but you’ve moved. I feel my panties pulled the side and a plume of warm air tingle across my shimmer wet folds then.. “UNNNGHHHHH!!!” Three fingers dwelve into that waiting, yearning wetness send me trashing and writhing underneath you.

“Aaaaiiieee… st… stoppppPPP!”. I whimper as you drool more of my blood in blotchy spots across my sweat shined tits. I squeak as you snap down, tearing new punctures into that pulsating artery. More blood smears around your mouth as you savour me, take me and still fuck me with your glazed fingers. I rock to the sound of grunts, whimpers and the creak of straps… And then… A soft snap. I look and see one of my restraints hands off my right wrist, loose and free. Perhaps you feel my body twist toward you as I swing that leather like a shorten whip. The first lash lands heavy, hot and stinging across your ass. Another snaps firmly across the back of your thigh. Then again, with a grunt I bring it sailing up then down across your back. Over and Over again it crashes down unless you can stop me or get out of my range!

The sharp, stinging crack of the leather strap on my ass makes me moan loudly—a mix of pain and pure pleasure. The second blow to my thigh and the third across my back only make me wilder. With a deep, animalistic growl, I grab your free wrist in a flash. My fingers clamp around it like a vise and press it back onto the bed with brutal force, right next to your head. You feel my nails digging into your skin. “Nice try, sweetheart…,” I hiss hoarsely, my voice dark and vibrating with arousal. I immediately slide higher up your body. My leather-clad ass and thighs glide over your sweat-drenched skin until I sit directly on your full breasts. The cool, smooth leather of my thighs presses tightly against your cheeks, trapping your face and almost taking your breath away. You feel my weight on your chest, feel how heavy and dominant I am sitting on top of you.

I stare down at you from above. My entire face is smeared with your blood—my lips, chin, cheeks, even my nose. Thick red drops slowly trickle down my skin. My sharp fangs gleam white and bloody between my red lips. My ice-blue eyes shine with madness and hunger in the candlelight as I fix my gaze on you. I lean down slowly until my blood-smeared face is just a few inches above yours. A thick drop of your own blood falls from my chin directly onto your lips. “You hit me…,” I whisper hoarsely, almost tenderly, but with a dangerous edge in my voice. “That was very, very naughty, Mina.”

 I squeeze my thighs even tighter together, pressing your face between the cool leather so you can smell my scent and the heat of my arousal. Then I lift my hips slightly, just to let myself sink even heavier and more dominantly onto your breasts. My wet, leather-covered slit rubs slowly and provocatively across your cleavage. With one hand, I keep your wrist pinned down; with the other, I grab your hair, pull your head back, and force you to look me straight in the eyes.

“Now I’m going to punish you for this…” I whisper as I lean in even closer. My bloodied lips brush against your cheek, then across your mouth. “I’m going to sit on your face until you can’t breathe anymore… and drink from you until you’re just whimpering.” I bite hard into your neck again—this time right next to the already open wound—and suck deeply and slowly, while I continue to press my weight onto your breasts and press my leather against your cheeks. My blood-smeared face hovers over you, my eyes full of dark, sadistic lust.

Mina_Anderson: 

This isn't what I expected, is it? For each loud snapping crack to drive you further into this pain and pleasure

 fuelled frenzy! Lustful moans rather than shrieks of pain as the impacts shudder through your body and into mine!? And when I swing again you have my wrist, again bound while a predatory growl makes me squirm under you, rocking my hips into yours til those straps bite across my ankles and bring me down with a little bounce across sweat stained sheets.. "Ughh... You... you... how can you?" I rasp, twisting and jerk my torso as if that will more than give you waves to ride along on your way up my body. The whole time I feet that contrast, the coolness melting into the nexus of your thighs.

My lips push into an involuntarily pout when you settle on my chest, pancaking my breasts into my rips. "Ggusssffff!" I cough, spluttering some drool across my chin and slowly, raise my gaze. Your helping with that, a hand igniting my scalp as my take in that corseted body and porcelain flesh. Even now, it's breath taking. But the macabre horror show that's your scarlet drenched face? I shiver under you even as my heartbeat quickens from the mix of dominance and such exhilarating danger! I feel like a dove, trapped alone with Cheshire grinning cat!

My tongue slithers and crests over my peach pink lips, collecting that drip of my own, tangy sweet blood. "nnnmmfff.... I am.... naughty" I whisper back, entranced in those feral blue eyes. My world is closing in, a vinette creeping into my vision from the blood lost and still rolling in rivets down the sides of my neck, over my collar bone, like tendrils reaching out for one of those ripe breasts. Yet you've already laid claim to them and when you sink onto them again, I rock, lifting my head and hips with creaks of strain from my bounds.

 Still I struggle, slow and languid as your thighs close and hold me there and roll, sending that sinful heat into my plumped cleavage. "Uunnnghh... do... do... your worst!". I rasp, again sucking my lips into a nervous bite while your body drapes over mine. I can glance past you now, catch sight of the strap holding my left hand. If I can break one then i can-"AaahhhHHHH!!". I flex, jerk and shudder while my eyes roll back to the sound of your teeth piercing, ripping in wet slothes back into that wellspring of flowing nectar. To the side of your head, perhaps you hear the sound of leather rip and give. Perhaps your too lost in the moment, the feeling of my body convulse in its own dance of pleasure and such sharp, intense and burning pain! "gggrrrggllll!!!"

I sit upright and still on your chest, my weight pressing your full breasts softly beneath the taut leather of my thighs. The cool, smooth material encloses your face on both sides like a warm, dark cage. Your breathing is shallow and trembling beneath me—I feel every small, desperate breath against my center. Slowly, almost agonizingly slowly, I begin to rock on top of you. My hips circle in a hypnotic, sensual rhythm, letting the leather glide gently yet relentlessly over your cleavage, your chin, and your lips. You feel the heat of my arousal through the thin fabric, smell my musky, sweet scent, which grows more intense with every circle.

I brace myself with both hands beside your head and lean down deeply toward you. My long hair falls around us like a silky curtain, shutting out the world. My blood-stained face hovers directly above yours—the red drops fall slowly from my lips onto yours. “Shhh… breathe for me, my beauty,” I whisper in a warm, velvety voice. “Very slowly… I want to feel every one of your breaths.” I continue to rock, this time a little more firmly, pressing my leather-covered lap rhythmically against your mouth. The smooth leather strokes your lips, your tongue, your nose—sometimes gently, sometimes with more pressure, so that you have to hold your breath for a moment.

 My right hand slides back between your wide-spread legs. Two slender, cool fingers first stroke tenderly over your dripping wet slit, part your swollen lips, and then slowly but deeply penetrate you. I move them in a slow, undulating rhythm—deep inside, circling, almost out again, only to thrust deeper once more. My thumb rests gently but firmly on your clitoris, tracing slow, circular patterns. I lean in even closer, until my blood-red lips almost touch your ear, and whisper softly, seductively: “Can you feel how wet you are for me, Mina? How your little pussy clenches around my fingers… as if it never wants to let them go?” I press my crotch a little harder against your mouth, taking your breath away for a few seconds, only to lift myself up a little bit again and let you breathe.

 “Lick me… very slowly… with your warm tongue. Show me how much you want your vampire, even though she’s tormenting you so beautifully right now.” As you lick, I continue to move my fingers inside you at that agonizingly slow, sensual pace. I moan softly and hoarsely, letting you feel every little tremor. My free hand tenderly strokes through your hair, holding you gently as I continue to sway slowly and dominantly over your face. “Good girl…,” I whisper in a rough, warm voice. “So beautiful… I could sit on you like this all night and slowly drive you crazy.” I circle my hips a little faster, press my lap tighter against your mouth, and then whisper very close to you: “Tell me… how badly do you want to come?”

My mind is swimming, spinning and lost in a cloud of metaphors. In this moment I'm more a mix of sensations and rising emotions than anything coherant. The spine pulse from the wounds on my neck and crushed, giving breast, from which more rivers of slick, shimmering crimson creep over the cream and amber tinged canvas of the flesh your decorated with each sinfullu cruel impulse. I'm that warm leather, so smooth yet snagging on my firm, aching nipples, lifting my chest as it washes over me like a rising tide. That little voice at the back of my mind has been screaming danger since you first brushed my arm at the club... That seems a lifetime ago right now. A lifetime since you lit that little fire between my legs that's burning so bright it feels like I was born and reborn just be preyed upon.

: Yet I'm aware of your hands moving and leaving my right arm free, with the loose strap still connected and available as a makeshift weapon, you feel lit lick around your side and drape over your thigh as I place my freed hand on the base of your spine, support you and for the moment, complicit to exhilerating fear, forbidden desire and exquisite pain that's reduced me to this... To gasping as I feel your tide shift and roll forward, washing over my plush, glistening lips in a full, warm crush.

 A little flurry of resistance - I try to turn away but your thighs have me locked into your. You feel my cheeks burn against your legs, one side then the other before I submit once more and let out a tense, quivering sigh, laced with vapour and a muffled groan as you slide that tight circle over my face. I feel muscle shift and the trace of your labia travelling across my chin and lips and, goodness, the deepening heat and intoxicating scents. It's all too much much!

Every controlled shift speaks of an elegance and power I could never hope to overcome, right now I don't even want to try. The honey potion whisper pouring down on me also as sweet yet demeaning as those droplets of blood pained my lips a seductive whore red keeps me in this trance, linked as much by the intense weaponised eye contact as all the leather straps holding me under your graceful body. There's understanding in my big baby blues, obedience in how I nod and bring my deep red lips to back into that sensuous veiled kiss and release a stream of controlled air, rippling ghost soft into that building heat. You feel it, steady and laced with muffled groans even before your touch reaches and traces along my velvet soft petals, teasing my clit from its little hood and parting me for your fingers...

"uhhHHHHnnnnn!". I groan again as you shift and hold, stealing my breath til I'm squirming and sprawling like an over excited kitten, hips lifting to welcome your touch into the slick squeeze of my sex. "aawwwwHHHHN" Another cry as you find that steady slow rythem, each push and curl sending ripples through my walls, blossom out through my clammy slick thighs and the flat expalnse of my gyrating stomach. "awwWWWwwhhhnnnn... I... I... fsssspPP!". I try to speak, only for your hips to engulf me, leaving only those yearning eyes visable, looking up through a glaze of awe and need. "Ta.... to keep you there.... tommmppphhh.... To squeeze your fin... grrrs. Nvvveer let them..." My eye start to roll back, light headed but still clinging to your instruction as tight as my sloppy wet pussy clamps around your touch, rolling slick velvet across those invasive digits. "taaa... be your.... pu...pusss see.. goddeesss.... Your... soaking... wet... cu..cummppphhhh missssstressss!"

07:54 Mina_Anderson: It only takes a whim and word for my mouth to open and the next possessive roll of your hips to be greeted with a long, languid stroke of my tongue. Intuitive rather than practised yet pushing just so along every leather kisses bump and grove over your labia, fingering as long as I can on the subtle bump of your rosebud. Over and Over again between sharp, stolen whisps for the taste of your scent as sweet to me, as my blood is to you. "mmMMMmfff... awwwhh... pl... pleeeeasse.... Pleeease make.. meee... let meee.. I want to.. I Need tooooocuuumforyoooUUU!"

Your stifled, desperate pleas emerge muffled beneath my leather—“please… please… let me come for you!”—and they make me moan softly, triumphantly. I feel your warm tongue licking through the thin fabric, how you strive to kiss every curve, every seam of my lap, even how you hesitantly stroke the small protrusion of my rosebud. A pleasant shiver runs through my entire body. “Good girl…,” I whisper in a hoarse, warm voice as I let my hips circle slowly and deliberately. “So obedient… so hungry for your Mistress.” I press my leather-covered crotch a little tighter against your mouth, taking your breath away for a few long seconds, only to lift myself up a tiny bit again and grant you a gasping breath. At the same time, my fingers slide deeper and slower into you—three slender, cool fingers moving in an agonizingly sensual rhythm, circling, caressing, right against that one spot deep inside you.

My other hand tenderly runs through your tousled hair, holding your head gently but firmly. “Then come for me, Mina,” I whisper darkly and seductively. “Come while I sit on your face… while you lick me… while I fuck you so slowly and deeply.” I speed up the rhythm of my fingers just a little bit—just enough to bring you to the edge. My thumb circles firmly and steadily over your swollen clitoris. At the same time, I continue to rock on your face, letting you feel how wet and hot I’ve become beneath the leather. “Let go…,” I whisper, my voice full of dark tenderness. “I want to feel you come for me… feel your tight, wet pussy clench around my fingers… hear you moan my name.” I lean forward slightly, pressing my crotch a little tighter against your mouth, and whisper, “Now, my beauty… come for your Mistress.” My fingers thrust deeper, circle faster, my thumb rubs in perfect, relentless circles—and I continue to rock slowly and dominantly on your face, taking your breath away again and again, only to give it back to you right away.

Mina Anderson

The rising tide of smooth leather washes over my waiting lips over and over, slow and steady and controlling. Even my breath is locked into the rhythm you set. Whispy Inhales and clammy plumes of air that come with the plush stroke of my tongue, they pout and drag of my soft lips. "mmMMMmppphhh!". You feel me, feeling my way along the cleft of your sex. Her the wet rustle and click of my lips as I work so eagerly til on a whim, you change gears. Another figuire pushes into the waiting warmth of my yearning pussy and lifts my pelvis off the bed, bringing an arch to my body which offers up my breasts. By now that dishelved dress is little more than a translucent rag, drapped over my stomach. "uuUUUghhhH!". I grunt again as you whisper each command

Leather creaks out it's complaints against this shivering pose, offering my bountiful body, all glistening and writhing, to the goddess simply riding my face. Your touch lingers around that exquisite little spot sending ripples all the way down my thighs. Your hand in my hair, keeping me captivated as much by those intense blue eyes as your touch and taste. "yyyffff YYrrmmmm AwwpppHHHH!". I pant, I moan, and when you shift pose and lift your pace.. WHen you purse your lips and give the word now.... I let go, Your beauty cums for her mistress! It's a ripple at first. Velvet pulsating around your fingers as tension ensnares my hips and thighs. A moment of stillness caught on a sharp gasp then.. "AaWWWHHHHHNNNNNNN!!". My body starts to shake under you as pure bliss erupts in a wet glaze rolling across your hand. As my walls squeeze so tighht all around you while I squirm and writhe and shake underneath.. "awwwhgh ggawww awwwhhfuuuu... AWWHHHRRRRRRRRMMMM!!"

I look down at you as you lie beneath me—trembling, gasping, your face glistening with my arousal, your eyes half-rolled back in exhaustion and pleasure. A dark, tender smile plays around my blood-red lips. “So perfect for me,” I whisper, leaning down deeply toward you. My long hair falls like a curtain around your face. I kiss you slowly, deeply, letting us both taste each other. Then my lips glide further—over your chin, your jaw, down to your neck. I feel your rapid pulse just beneath the skin, that warm, living vein that has been calling to me all along. “I need more of you…,” I breathe against your neck. My sharp fangs glide slowly, almost tenderly, through your skin. I bite down deep—not brutally, but deep and intimately. A warm, sweet rush of your blood flows into my mouth. I suck slowly, relishing it, in long, rhythmic strokes, while my hand gently strokes your chest and my fingers still move deep and slow inside you.

"Mmm… yes… give me everything…," I moan softly against your skin as I drink. I don’t suck until the very end—I let you live, let you feel how your blood strengthens me, how it gets me high, without breaking you. After several long, sensual sips, I pull my mouth away from your neck, tenderly lick the wound clean, and kiss it gently. Then I slide off you. With calm, determined movements, I take your wrists and ankles, fastening the leather straps firmly and securely to the bedposts again. You now lie completely spread-eagled and bound before me—beautiful, bloody, glistening with sweat and desire. I stand up, gaze at you for a moment with a dark, possessive smile. My face and neck are still smeared with your blood. “I’ll leave you here…. I lean over you once more, kiss you deeply and slowly, gently bite your lower lip one last time, and whisper: ‘Rest, my beauty. I’ll be back soon… and then I’ll make you my slave.’ With these words, I turn and walk slowly out of the room. My footsteps echo through the hallway as I enter the estate’s large, dark hall. Candles flicker in the chandeliers, and I leave you behind—bound, with my bite on your neck and my taste on your lips. You hear the heavy door close behind me.

 Waves of ecstasy still blossom through me, pumping my hips skyward while my needy little sex clings so desperately around your touch. Yet the waves are rolling back as I sink into the bedsheets and lay there, panting and whimpering, biting down on my lip as I stare up into the glow of the candlelight. Your hair drapes around me, coiling into the messy, matted halo around my face as you come into view and before I know it, we're locked into another warm crush of our lips. Another slow dance of our tongues, yours leading my own, following. "mmmMMmmppphhH!". My hand strokes through your hair, it sweeps down your spine, tailed by the leather strap I tried to weaponise against you. I'll try again but I feel so dreamy soft right now, and the firm points of your fangs are brushing down my neck, promising another pulse of exquisite pain. "Justaaaahhh ta...tasste".

"ffffffSSSPPP!", I shudder with a sharp gasp as your fangs again pierce my flesh. A trace of salt on your lips before the rush of pure, exhilarating life flows forth. MY head lulls back, tongue poking from my mouth as my eyes glaze over. "ooUuuughhHHH!". I feel your touch, squeezing over my heaving breast til flesh bulges between your fingers. I feel your fingers, holding me in that post climax happy place, contented to roll my hips all while you feed. And with every stroke of your tongue, every sip, I feel weaker. My body feels heavier.. THe colours draining from my slick, clammy skin.. You could take everything, all of me if you wished it. Yet you peel away, if only to fasten me to the posts, with no room even to wriggle. I'm still but for the follow panting that lifts my aching nipples toward the ceailing.. THere's understanding behind my glazed eyes, but only a cooing moan leaves my lips, chasing that final kiss you've left before you turn and leave me to drift off to the tap of your heels and the threat... or the promise, of what's to come