The Pieces moved in
Dark Pawn
Sylvia Graden
White Pawn
Micheal Darren
Dark Knight - Killer
Billie Diane / Billy Dane
Dark Bishop - Hired Killer
Mitch Dane / Brennan.
Dark Queen - Leader
Mary Ketch
White King - Leader
Marlene Phillips.
Dark Pawn
I knocked on the door to the
Mayor’s penthouse in the city. I was his guest before and that time, he was not
refusing a free session from me. The door was opened by him, dressed in his
bathrobe.
“Come in, Ms Graden.” He
ushered me into his living area. I was greeted by his mistress, a red head who
preferred a threesome, and some tools involved. The mistress was dressed in a
skimpy kimono while seated on the settee. She was drinking direct from the
bottle of water.
The reason for my appearance
was that the Mayor was into dual play.
“It’s most unusual for you to
come in and offered us a free session.” Mandy asked from the settee but the man
himself was all into it with himself reaching for me at the back. I could feel
his erection aimed at my spine, while his hands were roving over my body. I had
one the same yellow dress which I had put on for Micheal.
“It does not matter. Jonathan
is all worked up over some city issue.” Mandy replied on her own question. She
got up and approached us while untying her sash on the kimono. She opened up to
reveal the strap on she had on. In our play, we alternate between us. It was
Jonathan’s fetish to do with it.
Mandy walked up to me and held
my chin to lay her kiss. I returned her kiss while grabbing her shoulders. I
pushed the kimono off her and leaned down to kiss her shoulder. I moved on down
while the man was grabbing the hem of my dress. He pulled it up and found my
thong was in his way. It was then I surprised them.
“Lets’ improvise. I am for
some bondage.” I whispered back to the lady in the front of me. “Would you like
a move towards Kinbaku?”
My participants nodded, and I
am quite adept at it. A Kinbaku session is more than tying a person; its more
of a exchange session through the use of ropes. With the ropes, the bound
person would undergo emotional and physical reactions to the binds. It’s a
unorthodox method of comfort, like how we hug a person hard during the
emotional moments. The right restraint of the limbs then, released a form of
comfort. The vigorous embrace promoted the strong released of endorphins, and
may produce a sense of relaxation with the tension release, couple with the
abandonment feeling. That last feeling generates a need for someone to take
control of yourself, hence the fun of the act.
The method of applying; note
the term used here, allowed the person tied down to experienced different
simulations depending on how its applied. It’s a form of eroticization with the
pain as part of its offerings. It’s a form of self offering as during the
session, you are unable to dictate the movements. The sensation of the ropes
passed all over the body intensified the sensation of the touch to the flesh,
with its nerves heightened to the surface of the skin. The beauty of the act
was that after it is done, the bound person may feel a sense of gratification
and above all, intense sexual release.
“Is it tight enough?” I had
Jonathan bounded like a hog waiting to be skewered up its anus. He nodded,
while I pulled it up one more one notched, bringing the tears to his eyes.
“Could you loosen it
slightly?” The man requested but the lady had the right to refuse. I moved onto
the bitch was prancing around still with the strap on attached. I approached
her with the other rope.
“Oh!” The bitch mellowed out.
“He looked good for me to shaft it up his ass.”
But she did not expect me to
shaft it on her. I gave her a whip lash with the rope, which hit her face. She
reached for her face, when I grabbed her head to lower it for a knee kick. The kick
at her jaw caused her to fall back. It was then Micheal rushed in by crashing
down the door.
Talk about coitus
interruptus.
But the bitch recovered fast.
“She is mine, Micheal.” I
stepped forward to confront the bitch. She pulled off the strap-on and held it
like a truncheon in her right hand.
“Mandy, I be darned that it’s
long enough.” I chided her when I moved in with my rope swinging onto her. The
Kinbaku ropes are tough and compact. I hit her right wrist and moved in with a
back chop with the turn of my body. The chop hit her on the right shoulder, but
she was good. She hit back with a finger jab into my lower rear back. It’s a
crippling blow to an exponent, recommended by many arts. I went forward with
the blow, and turned my body for a low side kick at her.
She keeled over on her front,
while I grabbed a deep breath. It was my mistake; Mandy was no dumb mistress.
She was also an exponent of the Krav Maga.
“Stop!” Micheal shouted out
while holding his gun leveled at her. It was then I lashed out with my right
side kick at the side of her face. It was my deadly move; unladylike in the
dress, but it had a hard knock to it. Mandy went down to the side with a dazed
look.
“I never take to losing
well.” I told Micheal. I grabbed Mandy to push her head down on the settee. I
used her kimono sash to tie her at the back. I took the strap-on and jabbed it
into her mouth.
“Suck on that.” I then approached
Jonathan who was hog tied to the armchair, with bathrobe spread open in the
front. He did look rather silly although he was slim for his age.
“Jonathan, tell me of the
Chessmen?” I asked him, while Micheal stepped back. He agreed to forego his
duty as an agent while here.
“Chessmen? I know nothing.
Who are they?” Jonathan was feigning ignorance, and that upset me. I swung my
right hand to slap him across the face.
“Don’t take me for a fool. I
knew of you and Mary Ketch. Mary Levine Ketch.”
“I don’t know her.” The Mayor
shook his head. I approached Mandy and gave her a finger jab into her throat.
She was already gagged by the strap-on and with the jab; she retched over on
her side. Micheal pulled out the strap-onto allow her to catch her breath.
“Tell me. Or she dies.” I
threatened the Mayor.
“You do not know whom you are
dealing with.” Jonathan was cautioning me. “They are killers.”
I slammed my right fist into
his groin causing him pain. I grabbed him by chin and pushed his head up.
“There ain’t any better
killers than me.” I told him in the face. I then looked to Mandy. “Tell me or
she would suffer.”
“You are mad. All of you are
mad.” Jonathan squealed out in between the bouts of pain. “I would rather die
than tell you on the Chessmen.”
It was then I grabbed the water
bottle and approached Jonathan. I pulled him up and laid my right leg against
his inner left thigh. I had them spread up and shafted the bottle into him. He
screamed while I rammed it up his anus.
“Tell me or I would hurt you
more.” Damn! He would now know what it’s like to be on the receiving end. He
blurted out everything and names. He told us of the written records in the Bank
vault.
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