𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐟 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

Plaything - Evelyn Poole

Yes, the beginning of this is heavily based off 𝑇𝐻𝐴𝑇 extra special scene from Penny Dreadful.

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Degrading, praising, wax play,
slight marking, mistress kink,
slight orgasm denial,
toys (riding crop), etc..
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"Get on your knees."

Her voice was deep and filled with nothing but lust for you. All she wanted was to see your naked body writhing beneath her and your angelic moans of ecstasy filling her ears.

But all of that had to wait.

She wanted to have some fun first.

Your knees met with the cold hardwood floor, a shiver running up your spine in anticipation. Her lips form into a deep smirk at your eagerness to please her.

"Such a beautiful little thing. . ."

She was standing confidently in front of you with her dark luxurious curls falling down just past her shoulders, a sheer white nightgown with a green corset over the top, and a leather riding crop sitting in the palm of her right hand.

You unintentionally move your arms to cover your breasts, just obvious enough so she immediately notices. Evelyn smacks the back of your hand with the riding crop, the rough leather stinging your sensitive skin, making you audibly gasp and drop your arms.

"But-"

"Stop it. I shall tell you when you can speak. 'Til then you'll listen."

She softens her voice, looking down at you with those dark lustful brown eyes. "Do not be ashamed of your naked body."

The crop slowly inched its way up your arm, shoulder, neck, and stopping just underneath your chin.

"Look at me," Evelyn uses the crop to tilt your head up at her. "Your body is built like a sculpture, every bit of it is beautiful." She lowers herself down to your level, her face now only inches from yours. The straps of her dress slipping down her shoulders, the dress only being held up by the tight corset.

"Your body is like a temple. I want you to admire it the way that I do. Admire the way your eyes light up like the stars, soft lips that feel like clouds when they're against mine, those beautiful breasts that are shaped perfectly, curves that could stop anybody in their tracks, and that sweet little pussy of yours that aches for my touch."

Her lips were now a few centimeters from yours, her hot breath fanning your cool skin. Dark eyes drifting from your eyes to your lips.

Just as you can feel the slightest touch from her lips she stands back up, hovering dominantly over you.

She slowly begins to circle around your kneeling body with the crop wielded tightly in her grip, dragging it along your skin as she moves around you. Circling you like a beast hunting its prey.

"You're mine. . . my mute. . . plaything. . . toy. . . slave. . . my sweet pathetic little slut."

Smack

The crop makes contact with your bare ass, causing a loud grunt-like moan to escape your parted lips. Evelyn knew how much you loved when she mixed pain in with the pleasure, her always going for the crop as she knew that was the toy you were most comfortable with.

"You like that don't you? You like being my little plaything?"

Still reeling from the latest smack you can only nod your head in response.