Dark, filthy, beautiful cravings (F for M)

[Eliana]

So, elaborate introductions aside ... these are the things I'm craving at the moment. :-)

Other than these little fragments of each plot? I have no idea what happens in the story. That's for us to decide.

The key themes are just the most important ones for that plot, by no means the only ones. Please also check out my O/Os, everything there is - of course - fair game. :-)

________ Initiated Themes:  BDSM, rough sex, secret societies He put his hand on her bare thigh. "We're here," he murmured, leaning a little closer to her ear. Then he got out of the car and walked around to the passenger side. He opened the door and helped her step out, making sure she kept her balance on the grass in her high heels. With her wrists tied behind her back, she walked a little awkwardly.             The cold midnight air caressed her bare skin, making her break out in goosebumps. Her lace panties and bustier gave her no protection. She walked with him towards the house, drool pooling around her ballgag and dripping on the fresh grass below. Radiant windows showed a bustling crowd inside, and its noise and laughter filled the night. ________ Served Themes:  BDSM, rough sex, ritualism She shivered a little, causing the food covering her breasts, belly and thighs to tremble lightly. The leather restraints on her wrists and ankles felt comfortable, warm, and completely immovable.           She knew the guests would be entering any moment now. She could hear them from the other room, talking and joking. Muted. Like from a movie at low volume, like from another life. She couldn't know if their hands would go to the food her body was abundantly topped with, or to her pussy or her breasts. Or her lips, or the inside of her mouth.           She heard the click of the handle and the creak of the opening door, punctuated by a rumble of low laughter. ________ Treasured Themes:  BDSM, rough sex, pet play "Put it on," he whispered, his deep voice darkly slurring the words. She turned its silvery length over in her hands, the attached white tail swishing through the air. She blushed so deeply, she was sure her cheeks gave off heat. The knot of humiliation in her belly wound tighter. A human pet; that's all he expected her to be. She looked at him, sprawled on the leather sofa in his suit with legs spread out comfortably, and suddenly she noticed the gentle prickling of the tufted rug on her bare shins.           She turned the long plug over and over in her hands and felt the heat from the knot in her belly slowly grow, spreading upward to her heart and downward to her cunt.