Nandita To Nandini
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It was a nice walk, I thought as we strolled back up
the hill to our hotel, which was in fact an old
historic Victorian with a sweeping view of the Puget
Sound. We could still hear the slightly drunken chatter
of the wedding we’d just left and while it was fun and
your old college friends seemed nice enough, I was
filled with darker aspirations.
The key turned in the door to the entry room at the top
of the stairs and we were greeted with the stale must
only antiques and really old people earn. The scent
stirred something nearly sinister in me and as you
started down the hall to our room I grasped your hand
and led you toward the staircase instead. The
staircase. A pure, fluid spiral suspended upwards 3
stories above the great room. It’s lack of visible
supports, perfect arc and pinched steepled finale
adorned in concave, floral mural and stained glass
aligned crosses on each solstice. It was foreboding and
peering straight up inspired just a touch of vertigo.
It was perfect.
You were already aware that I was up to no good (or was
it *really* good?) by the sternness in my grip as I led
you further round and round, storied relics below
passing from sight with each turn ’til it was just us
and the several nude Rubenesque darlings lounging near
our heads, voyeuristic and unblinking, waiting for our
colored glass-washed forms to unfold another dirty
secret for them to keep.
Our eyes intent upon the others, I kiss you softly,
tentatively and you hear a >clack< echo through our
turret followed by my fingers under your dress and cold
steel gliding up your inner thigh. My lips never lose
touch with your, nor my eyes as the knife turns upward,
hooking under your panties. The brief, violent upward
demand made by my blade severs your panties from your
pelvis and makes you gasp. You'd be afraid if you
hadn't surrendered everything to me so long ago.
Another rough slice and your panties are mine. The
narrow walkway, height and murderous undressing makes
your heart pound and your cunt prepare.
My hand slips through your hair and you instinctively
lean in to be led on my whim. My lips slide past your
mouth, to your cheek, over your jaw to your neck
where I draw in. My breath inhaling sends chills and my
hand directs your head to an exposed nape that I might
sink my teeth into. You always loved ownership and your
gooseflesh makes you shudder in exquisite taken pain.
You feel your scalp go taut and you're raised up to
your tiptoes, your cunt rested atop a nouveau banister
cap. The Queen may have been a prude in her latter
years but it certainly made for a wealth of pent up art
around her. This cherrywood phallus couldn't have been
more perfect for impaling a 5 foot 10 inch strawberry
blonde.
You whimper that it cant fit and with that protestation
you are muted by a mouthful of previously expensive
panties as I direct you to rock your hole, just
slightly penetrated by your new ornate lover while I
guide your pace and movement with my free hand, wrapped
firmly around your throat. Encouraging muffled groans
announce your g-spot's pleasure as you begin to
ejaculate over the banister, forcing some to shoot out.
I pull your head down as you squirt so that you might
grasp your situation, following a stream of cunt water
three stories down to the hardwood below. My dirty
chuckle frightens you more than how long it took for
the splash as I begin raising you up and down by your
throat on the now glistening pole. Each thrust making
more of it disappear, your pussy lips wrapped snugly
and seeming to inhale and exhale on each thrust. You
feel as full as any fisting I've ever given you but it
occurs to you that in spite of the horrid
precariousness of your position - balanced by your
cunt, the ball of one foot on the low crossbar of the
100 year old railing and by your Master's hand around
your neck, that you truly trust Me.
With that realization you sink to your hilt, your feet
standing flat on the down thrust and you cry out,
dizzy, the pain... oh God it feels... good! Lower,
deeper groans escape as you embrace it and you're
shocked as my hand slaps your face, and again. I tell
you to be silent and take it out on your cunt. You nod,
half lost in pain and pleasure and begin rocking in
earnest, letting this mad wooden fist overtake you.
Tears begin running down your face as I begin touching
your clit lightly then alternating with rough, uncaring
grinds.
Again with several slaps to your face and you realize
they are wet strikes. Thrusting past your panty gag are
my fingers and you are acutely aware of the metallic,
coppery treasure they offer. You're bleeding!! Your
mind reels in panic, in surrender, in lust as my hand
grips your throat criminally and Master growls for you
to give it... Give it... Give IT... GIVE IT... NOW
WHORE!!
Your throat is so tight you cant scream or you surely
would as wave after wave shudders over you. It wont
stop! You're sure even your hair is spasming! You can
see the floor so far below you. You look up to a face
staring back at you. A reflection in leaded glass. You
don't know her. She's fragmented in purple and red and
deep green and she's at once ethereal and utterly lost,
bliss-riddled, a worshipful heroin addict.
And behind her, a grinning Daddy. Her Daddy, whispering
in her ear that she's so good as she's gingerly lifted
off her tree stump cock.
Laid to the floor, mute floating renaissance visions of
beauty stare impassively down at the tall girl smeared
in blood draped in what was a pretty dress an hour ago.
She's dazed and smiling, drifting as her Daddy soothes
her - darkly treacherous, owned, as they drink her
'til sleep.
Jeannie
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