Senses Story Challenge - Accepted

Original Challenge: https://thecage.co/blog/userblog.php?blog_id=28722&postid=78507

I was almost able to resist the smile pulling at the corner of my mouth until I saw her glistening thighs.  One of my favorite parts of this life is exploring new things with my partner and seeing how they react.  It is not always such a.... mouth-watering moment but pleasurable non the less.

I shrug out of my jacket and roll the sleeves up just to the middle of my forearms.  I know how much she likes to see my skin.  Feel my muscles but she hasn't earned it.  Not yet.  Turning to the box I pull out the flogger.  The scent of leather mixes with the scent of flowers and her sweet intoxicating elixir.  I close the distance between us and place my lips gently on her eye lobe.

"I've never smelled anything so rousing,"  I say.  Keeping my lips in place as I trace the flogger up her midsection.  The tails now coat themselves and her with her forbidden juices.  A primal sound tries to form at the base of my throat but I keep myself composed.  Somehow.  "Let's see how aroused you can really get."  This is about her.  Not me.  A soft whimper escapes her lips and I know exactly what I want from her.

I lay the flogger down and remove my bowtie.  Its new home is pressed to her plump lips.  Once I have it secure I put my lips to her ear lobe again.  "Every time you make a sound, I will take something else away.  If you stay focused and let your body do the talking, I will reward you.  Nod if you understand."

She nods.  I bite her ear and continue with the flogger.  I let each tail touch every part of her delectable skin.  Winding their way around her curves, leaving goosebumps in their wake.  So far she has been silent but this is only the beginning.  The heels I hand-painted for her look even better than I imagined.  With a flick of my wrist, I whap her backside.  Her porcelain skin instantly turning a soft shade of pink.  Her teeth dig into the silk material forcing any sound to stay within herself.  "Good Mo Chroí," I praise.  I strike her again but harder this time.  Her body tenses briefly before melting into the sensation of it.  Letting her body truly understand that fine line between pain and pleasure.  I make brief eye contact with her checking to see if she is near her limit but they are filled with nothing but desire.  I bite down hard on my lip and adjust myself.  I don't want her to hear me yet but I do want her to know the effect she is having on me.  She isn't the only one struggling.  If I allowed myself I would howl at the moon with guttural desire.

I strike her again but this time softer and to her front side.  Her clit is already swollen with desire and I can't have that beautiful hive busting just yet.  The longer the honey develops the sweeter it tastes.  She struggles hard against the restraints but manages to not let even the slightest sound slip from her lips.

Dragging the flogger down her shoulders to her swollen clit I whisper in her ear one more time.  "Remember stay focused Mo Chroí and I will lick up every last drop of your sweet honey." 

Original Challenge: https://thecage.co/blog/userblog.php?blog_id=28722&postid=78507

My Response: https://thecage.co/blog/userblog.php?blog_id=153649&postid=79395

TreasureMe's Response: https://thecage.co/blog/userblog.php?blog_id=28722

My Response....

I still haven't repositioned my tie and I'm resisting the urge to tap my foot.  Cars are honking like it is going to suddenly move traffic and every honk is tearing away at my patience.  I despise keeping her waiting and I'm already worked up enough with thoughts of her.  The flogger, her pantiless pussy in that perfect dress.  That's it.  Fuck this.

I get out of the car and slam the door.  I can hear my driver calling after me but nothing he says will get me to come back.  I sent the car for her over forty minutes ago; even with traffic, it was a short ride.  It's one thing to keep her waiting when I'm in control and there is an understanding.  This is unacceptable.  I muscle my way down the street, this night is too important to let this fucking city screw it up.  I feel the third box moving up and down my thigh as I work my way closer to her.  I've had this planned for months.  Picking out every little detail by hand.  Not even trusting my assistant to handle the tasks for me.  I needed to know... I needed her to know how much this all means.  

When I get to the building, that first night flashes before me again.  Tonight, her breasts will be pressed to the same rail but her body will be bare.  It will be a new kind of beginning.  The beginning of her knowing without a doubt that she is mine and I would do everything for her.  As I ride the elevator up, I wonder if she will like what I did to the terrace.  Will it be too much or will it be everything she has ever fantasized about?  I visualize her strapped to the cage, the wind blowing her long red hair and her nipples hardening.  A guttural sound forms in my throat as I finally fix my tie and the elevator doors open.     

I need to write on here more aside from just challenges so here we go...

I dream about him often.  I don't know why.  It was my idea to end things.  Does he haunt me because of this or do I haunt myself with guilt?  I have no regrets, it was the right thing but, the pain I caused can never be erased.  It will permanently be etched into him as a reminder that love no matter the depths it reaches can still drown you.  Even when rescued and new breath brings you back to life the reminder will forever burn your lungs.  I have nights where I wake in a cool sweat.  I could have sworn you were there, that we embraced, but you are long gone.  I know that if we ever met face to face again you will not look upon me with kindness as you do in my dreams, but with ill will.  I do not blame you for this, as I would feel the same.  Not even wanting to be near you but, I do know even in those moments of resentment, there are flashes of fondness.  Flashes of what it was like before the last chapter was written. Like when the scent of his cologne hits you and takes you back to a time you were stuck in a rainstorm together.  The only way you could stay dry was to press together under an umbrella meant for a child and pray even the tiniest part of you stays dry.  Where you are so close his cologne fills up all your senses and even if you do end up soaking wet, you wouldn't change that moment for anything.  His smile, your laugh, and the warmth of your bodies together, just like the hurt, the good memories will be there forever too.  Maybe that, is why I dream of you.

The Challenge: https://thecage.co/blog/userblog.php?blog_id=28722&postid=78507

My Response:

I look down at my watch noting she should just be getting home.  She's had a hell of a week and I hope the little surprises I left her will turn the tides. The people she works with have no idea what kind of treasure they possess. If I had my way I would make it known but, I respect her too much so instead I just loosen my tie and focus on her image.  I know she will love the first box.  A dress that was meant to hug her every curve.  I had the crystals added to give the illusion of a cloudless night sky.  Just like the first night we met.  I remember seeing her out on the terrace.  She was wearing a plain black dress that was far too simple for her kind of beauty.  She was leaning over, her breast pressed to the cold rail as she stretched to see something below.  I watched her for a while, a smile pulling at the corners of my mouth as I ran through all the possibilities of what could be so fascinating.

"Why don't you stop staring and just come over here already."  She called out, her eyes still locked on the ground below.  She is far more observant than she leads on.

I closed the distance between us without a word.  I expected when I moved closer she would look at me but my presence is nothing compared to whatever had her captivated.  I'm not used to this type of reaction.  Usually, I'm the focal point.  I don't mean that in a conceded way, it's just what happens.  I resist the urge to touch her lower back and instead grab the rail.  Looking down I see a couple.  The woman is pressed against the wall, her skirt hiked up above her ass.  The man has both of her wrists locked above her head while his head is lost between her thighs.

"Delicious isn't it?"  She says finally turning her face towards mine.  Her midnight blue eyes sparkled just like the sky above.  

I knew from that moment she would be mine.  My Mo Chroí.

We have explored many things together but I have never truly shown her my sinful side.  The side that aches to see her backside pink and to hear her beg for me to let her cum.  That just the thought of her moaning as she hangs on the edge of pleasure and pain makes me have to adjust myself.  The black box I left on the bathroom counter will give her an idea of what I have in store for her.  What I want her to experience and will put that couple in the alley to shame.  They will be wanting to watch us.  Not just watch us but be us.

I had it especially made for her.  The leather, dyed to match her eyes, and the handle hand carved to look like my dick.  A beautiful combination of us meant to bring her all the pleasures of this world and the next.  I close my eyes and imagine her holding the flogger in her hand.  The talls falling to her toes as she turns the solid wood handle in her hand.  It is smooth yet hopefully familiar, causing warm liquid to pool between her thighs.  The note will tell her what to do.  I just hope we can make it through dinner before our urges take over.  I'm already struggling and there is still one hour and forty-two minutes before we meet.  At the bottom of the box, there was a bath oil also made for her.  She always smells fucking amazing but tonight I have specific desires.  Scents that I know will mix all too well with her natural juices and leather.  This isn't just all about me though.  I made sure she knew I await her desires as well.  I have been running over every possibility in my head since I left her the note.  Will she ask me to wear her favorite cologne or cover my skin in chocolate-scented oil?  Just as my excitement starts to overflow my mind, my phone vibrates.  Now to see what my Mo Chroí desires of me.         

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What happens now TreasureMe.... shall we continue this story....?

Responding to the lovely TreasueMe's writing challenge. Challenge accepted.

Here is the link to the original Blog: https://thecage.co/blog/userblog.php?blog_id=28722&postid=77389#anc

Laying in the grass I watch as leaves tumble to the ground around me. They are dancing in rhythm with the wind, staying airborne for as long as possible before finding a resting place. The trees dance in sync with their falling foliage creating an autumn dream worthy of a high fantasy. The air is crisp around me but my back is warm from the carpet of moss tracing along my outer edges. The is a spice to the air as the smells of the outside world mix with the leather from my boots. They are worn and tattered but have never let my toes down, providing warmth and comfort as the seasons change. They used to belong to my mother and just the thought of her fills my nose with the intoxicating scent of cinnamon. Her hands spent hours kneading dough leaving her perfectly and permanently smelling of cinnamon. Even when she would kiss my eyelids goodnight it would be the last thing I smelled before I drifted off. Now I lie here watching her spirit entangle with the wind and surround me with everything autumn dreams are made of.