Saturday, September 23, 2017

Star Talker: Part 15: A Pound of Flesh

She was delightfully wet. Rha'han admitted that it could be remnants from their encounter in the bath, but something told him she was enjoying his attentions on some level. He felt her body clench around his fingers when he spoke, even as the flash of irritation sparked in her eyes. He stroked that sensitive spot inside her, squeezing her throat a little harder, and that spark was quickly glazed over with arousal. Her breath quickened and she squirmed.

He withdrew his fingers and released her throat. Selena sagged in the chains with what he would like to believe was a sigh of disappointment. Her thighs tightened and she wrapped her hands around the chains extending above her. She was beautifully exposed, every bit of her softness available for his exploration. He sat the paddle aside for the moment, and stepped behind her. Silently, swiftly, he unraveled her braid and wove it into one of the popular knots the women of Klothar were so fond of lately. He pinned it in place, leaving her back completely exposed.

She looked back at him, a dark brow lifted slightly. "You do hair too?"

"I do a lot of things, as you will soon see."

Rha'han placed a chair beside her and took a seat, taking up the clear paddle again. Selena tried to put distance between them, but the chains weren't long enough to give her much room to maneuver. Rha'han laughed and landed a pop on the swell of her ass. The depression of her flesh that was easily seen through the paddle enchanted him. She yelped and twisted away. He smacked the side of her thigh, eliciting a second yelp and a frustrated growl.

"That fucking hurts," she said through gritted teeth.

Rha'han snorted. "It's supposed to. Keep moving, though. I like the idea of painting all of you a nice shade of pink."

He smacked her thigh again, and she hopped around, muttering darkly in that strange language again. Her ass came back into range, and he landed two sharp pops before she could twist away. She did a full turn and he landed a blow across the front of both thighs. She cried out, but it sounded more angry than pained. He gave her ass a slap with one of his left hands. She shrieked and kicked at him again. He caught her ankle and planted her foot on his knee. She stilled, panting slightly with her efforts. A hint of tears glistened in her eyes.

"Surely you remember what happened the last time you tried to kick me. It wasn't that long ago," he said.

Her eyes shifted back and forth between the paddle and her thigh. He laid the paddle against her thigh and tapped it lightly a couple times. Her muscles tensed in anticipation. He slid the rounded edge of the implement between her dewy lips and slid it back and forth, grazing it over her clitoris. She gasped, eyes closing, a moan falling from her lips. She tried to hold it back, he could tell, but she failed. He smiled, continuing his work. He moved it slower, summoning the softest of whimpers from her. Her pelvis began rocking slightly, reaching for more sensation.

Pop! The paddle landed sharply against her thigh, a red outline swiftly blooming on the surface of her skin. Another primal shriek rent the air and she flailed, trying to pull her foot from his grasp. He held on, calmly waiting her out. She finally gave up, panting heavily, tears trailing down her cheeks.

"What is the point of this?" she said.

He gently caressed the rosy imprint on her thigh. "Well, among other things, it amuses me. And, as I have mentioned, I'm exacting my pound of flesh for your behavior today."

She blinked slowly, leveling him with a baleful glare. "You took me as a prisoner of war. Did you really think I was going to be compliant?"

He continued stroking her softly. "Most prisoners, once captured, typically are. It's the safest course of action. Self-preservation and what not. But you aren't. You don't fear for your safety. You never did after we took you."

She yanked on her foot again. "You're not my first Lo'Rahni captor."

He smirked. "But the first to have you like this."

Selena licked her lips, her face unreadable. "That is true."

He prodded her sex with the paddle again. "And I think part of you likes that."

Her eyes narrowed. "I could do without that thing," she said, glaring pointedly at the paddle.

"That's fine," he said, setting it aside. "We can switch things up a bit."

He let go of her foot and stood up. He wanted something with a little more precision anyway. There were more delicate targets he was in mind to punish. He plucked the crop from the armory he'd laid out on the shelf. The leather tongue at the end of the flexible rod was long, but sufficiently stiff. He turned back to find Selena balanced on one foot, rubbing her thigh with her other foot.

"You have remarkable balance," he said with admiration.

She dropped her foot, head snapping up. "Lots of practice." Her gaze traveled to the crop in his hand. "What is that?"

"It's a tool for herding livestock. Open your legs."

Her eyes widened briefly, then narrowed. She defiantly crossed her ankles. "No."

He shrugged. "That's fine. If you'll excuse me for a moment."

He laid the crop down and left the room, strolling down the hall to his training room. Weights and benches were arranged neatly around the space. Weapons hung on the walls in cases, his military issued pulse guns, the battery of blades he wore in full battle gear, and the large curved sword used in close combat. He opened one of the cases and pulled out a set of electronic restraints sized for males, took the bar from one of the weight racks, and went back to the bedroom. Selena stood where he'd left her, frowning intently at him. The confusion in her eyes was adorable.  He knelt at her feet, setting the bar on the ground. He snapped the an e-cuff around each ankle, forced her legs wide and secured them to the bar.

"You want me to tell you what I want instead of forcing you to do it. I tell you what I want, you refuse, and I'm still left forcing you to do it," he said with a dramatic sigh. He gave her ass a playful smack as he moved to retrieve the crop. "Now, where was I?"

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Friday, September 22, 2017

e[Lust] #98

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Welcome to Elust 98-

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~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

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I Talk Sex - Female Sexuality and Education

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

You Don't Know What Love Is

Writing for Free vs. Getting Paid

~Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

Ropes, Silk, & an Egg

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Erotic Non-Fiction

Fly Me To The Moon
WANTING - all the wanting
Hi, I'm _____________, and I'm an addict.
Naked Eyes

Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

A Slave's Perspective
Feeling the breeze
Almost Social

Erotic Fiction

Rites of Passage ~ Part 1
Maddie in the headmaster's bath



Body Talk and Sexual Health

In the Navel

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Polyamorous Relationships
Light my fire

Elust 88

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Sexy Skepticism: Do I Feel Sexy?

What do you do when you no longer feel sexy?

That was the question posited in a recent conversation in which I was a participant. I couldn't even begin to answer it. I don't know what you do when you no longer feel sexy. I can't say that I've ever felt sexy, actually.

I have been...shall we say "fluffy" for pretty much my entire life. I've never been what one would consider conventionally attractive. I've got small boobs, a big belly, a big ass, and acne. I have crooked teeth, and glasses.

I don't have the most self-esteem in the world, obviously. I've never really been shy about that.

I can craft a sexy image, with the right angle, crop, and edit. I'm getting better at that every day and I'm really proud of my work. Those pictures can be sexy, but after I finish working on them, I feel largely detached from the source. Once a piece is complete, it no longer feels like a picture of me.

I occasionally feel pretty, when I get dressed up, or I have a good hair day, but I can't say any of those feelings ever include the idea of "sexy."

Actually, I'm always mildly surprised when a man finds me attractive. I get those messages online of "you're hot" that every woman inevitably gets, but I'm always a bit skeptical. My brain is always questioning the truth of such a statement.

Really? You find me attractive? But I'm fat. I'm shaped like a potato. I have small boobs. Most of the time I probably look like I don't even have boobs. Really? You find my frumpy ass attractive? You might change your mind if you saw the baggy clothes I wear to work.

I've always found my partners sexy. Mesmerizing creatures I could stare at all day. At the same time, I always felt like they were more attractive than me, and part of me was always like "hey, this really hot person finds me attractive. Me? Can you believe it?"

There are a lot of things I think are appealing about me, but none of them are really physical. I like to think I'm intelligent. I do believe I'm rather awesome at writing fiction. I'm a passable dancer. I think I do pretty well for someone who is self-taught, but I could certainly be a lot better.

I often feel sexual, but do I feel sexy? No. Not really.

Saturday, September 16, 2017

Warrior Princess

This is my best friend, Evryn, who was gracious enough to model for me a bit during my visit a few weeks ago, as well as be the photographer for my last two Sinful Sunday entries. She is also the model for the header image featured in Star Talker: Part 12: Conditions. She had recently dyed her hair white, and I wanted to take advantage of her elfin aesthetic. It also helps that she and her husband have some interesting weapons such as the sabotage spear pictured above and a kickass black gladius, both labeled for "home defense." I really like the way this turned out.

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