Exton

The lower level of the Tavern is a wide space which was renovated into rooms for those who prefer to sleep underground, and the "playground." The Playground takes up the majority of the floorspace, broken down into theme rooms. Each room is completely stocked with anything relevant to the theme. Anything else could be requested from the Dominatrix and her pet who policed the rooms.

Ob leads Pandora downstairs, saying little. He can feel his wife probing at the wall between their thoughts. Flashing his charming smile, he kisses her hand. "Mi Bruha... You have been trying to get through that bit of wall since I put it up half an hour ago. I promise... you won't be disappointed."

Instead of heading down the corridor to the patron rooms, Ob pushes through the door to the Playrooms. He lays a finger to Pandora's lips. "Password, mi Mujer. We need to decide on a password before we sign a contract."

Pandora smiles. "Sushi."

Ob grins. Sushi is the one food that Chloe feeds to Absynthe without keeping a portion for herself. Ob opens the walking closet and orders Pandora to strip. She raises an eyebrow, opening her mouth to speak. He presses a finger to her lips.

"Shhhhh... You wanted to explore this side of my hungers. With the wards loosening inhibitions, I thought tonight would be best." He opens a locker. "Now. Undress. fold your clothes and put them in the locker. I will be right back."

Ob steps out of the closet, pushing the door slightly closed behind him.

Unwritten rule: Closet door ajar means closet in use. Wait your turn.

Ob returns moments later with a lock, key, and leash. No longer is he dressed in jeans and leather vest. His robes are the flowing ones of his Tribe. Pandora's breath hitches. She moistens her lips. Without speaking, On takes a collection of masks from a shelf. He holds them out to her. "Chose one mi amor. You will be walking through the halls naked. I would have your face hidden from others."

She chooses a three quarter mask. The leather has been molded into the shape of a cat, leaving her lower cheeks and jaw exposed. When she holds it to her face, Ob ties the strings to hold it in place. He also fastens a ring adorned collar around her throat. Lastly he snaps the leash in place. Turning his back on Pandora, he places their clothing in the locker and and twists the key. Taking up the chain lead, Ob leaves the closet, a naked "pet" following docilely.

A quick stop to sign a contract and Ob leads Pandora past the first rooms. There are muted screams of pleasure, sounds of pleading, and the occasional wicked laughter. The Gargoyle slips his mind through his wife's, feeling an echo of her arousal. He can feel the burning ache to try something  taboo, the hunger to feel what others find so enticing, what HE finds so attractive in the kiss of leather, the sound of someone's moans as their skin reddens under a skilled touch.

The room he chooses is several away from any others. The light switch is ignored, Ob trusting his own superior night vision. Pandora can see nothing, and Ob keeps his wall up on her ability to see through his senses.

"Stand here."

Ob slides his hands up one arm, moving it slowly above her head. She feels something close about her wrist. She tugs, preoccupied until she realizes that Ob has captured her other wrist in a similar manner. Her fingers explore upwards, finding chain.

Secured from above, Pandora feels Ob's mouth licking and kissing across her belly. His teeth nip at the thin strip of hair on her mound. He tugs sharply, bringing a yelp. His hands grips her thighs, pulling them slightly apart as his tongue laps across her wet slit. Willingly, Pandora slides her legs further apart, and Ob presses three fingers up her hot channel.

"This is exciting you..."

He explores her, licking and biting, fingers plunging deep to make her moan. Pandora bucks, rocking herself on his hand. The Gargoyle kneeling between her legs chuckles. He places his mouth over her sex and laughs again as he holds her clit between his teeth. Pandora moans, and shudders.

Before she can recoup, Ob spreads her legs wide and snaps the cuffs around her ankles. He rises before her and walks away. Pandora can hear his soft steps as he walks around the room. Small glimmers of light flare as he moves. He sets a candle on a small table nearby.

"This is soy wax, mi amor. Something to play with... later. For now, I have a bit of jewelry for you."

The chain jingles as he lets the one end falls from his hand. The lower end of the Y has bells fastened to its length. Leaning forward, Ob cups one of her breasts and scrapes his teeth over a distended nipple. Pandora yelps and Ob raises his gaze to hers.

"Teri has been cutting  teeth."

Ob licks lightly over the sensitive flesh, making her shudder. When his teeth scrape again, Pandora writhes in her bindings. There is a sharp pinch and Pandora utters a small scream. He licks around the clamp, teasing the unfettered nipple with small pinches and tugs, When Pandora sighs with pleasure, Ob snaps the other clamp in place. Pandora screams again and Ob chuckles.

Letting the remaining end of the chain swing free, Ob cups Pandora's face and kisses her gently. His tongue explores her mouth, sharing the taste of her excitement. She moans and Ob strokes fingers down her belly. The bells ring softly as she moves under his attentions. His dexterous fingers play with her sex. He smiles, fire flickering in the reflections of her eyes. His fingers shove deep. Her head snaps back and a loud moan escapes as her muscles clamp tight around his invading digits.

When she is shuddering, so close to peaking, Ob snaps the clamp on her clit. The stinging pain sends her senses flying and her inner muscles snap tight. Her body strains against the chains, every movements making the little bells ring. Ob pulls his fingers out, bringing a whimper from Pandora. He pats her mound, making sure to slap over the clamp and make her pussy spasm in reaction.

He walks away from her, disappearing behind her chained form. Pandora tries to stretch out with her senses, seeking some sign. She jerks when something slaps across her shoulder unexpectedly.

"Did that hurt?"

Pandora shakes her head, moaning softly. Ob chuckles and steps before her. He flicks his wrist, snapping the suede falls of a flogger against his palm.

"I thought we would start with something... light."

Her gaze follows the thin strips of suede as they slap against his palm. Her hips rolls, and Ob smiles. A wicked gleam ignites the depths of his pale eyes. He flicks his wrist again, the suede hitting his palm with a slap. Pandora licks her lips. The next flick lays the length of the suede falls along Pandora's left breast. The bells chime and she jerks, but instead of a scream, his wife moans.

"That's it mi Bruha...."

The flogger flicks against her right breast, making the bells ring again. Her moan brings a tightening to his already erect manhood. Ob snaps the flogger against her sides, over her hips, then back up to make her breasts bounce and the bells ring. Pandora's eyes have closed, her head lolling back. Sweat glistens on her body. He snaps the flogger up between her legs, making her scream as the flogger's strands sting the wetness of her slit. Her eyes snap open as she screams.

Ob watches her writhe and adjusts his sawars. Pandora's gaze follows the movement of his hand, so he draws the movements out. She licks her lips, making Ob smile.

"You look good, my sweet. Just a little more."

The words are a soft rumble, sending a shiver up Pandora's spine. Ob steps behind her, making sure he is out of her sight. The soft falls of the flogger tease over her ass, tickling lightly. Pandora squirms. Ob tickles the suede strips along the cleft of her ass. When she squirms again, he flicks the flogger, making her yelp. The yelp turns into a moan and Ob begins to ply the flogger harder. Pandora moans, bucking at each stinging slap.

She begins to lean backwards, moving into the strikes in anticipation. Ob groans at the sight. The sound seems to spur her on. Pandora braces her legs, leaning as much as she can to offer him her ass. The flogger lands once, twice, bringing sensual sounds from his wife's throat. Wetness seems to paint the insides of her splayed thighs, glistening in the candle light. Ob slides his fingers through the wetness, raising it to his nose. With a smile he licks his fingers clean.

"Bruha... If you keep offering me your ass like that, I am going to  fuck it."

Pandora starts to say something, but Ob cuts her off. "No. Don't say anything, and don't try probing my mind, Mujer. Disobedience brings punishments. I am being gentle right now," His fingers stroke through her wetness, parting the dripping lips. "but there are other types of floggers and whips I can use." Her hips writhe and Ob slides a finger in, just barely. When Pandora grinds, trying for more, he removes his fingers and slaps her ass, hard.

She jerks, yelping loudly. The chains keep her in place and Ob slaps his palm down again, raising a red mark. A groan mixes with the next yelp, and Ob adds another, and another, until Pandora is panting, a hunger mixing with sharp sting. His sawars drop easily to his ankles. As Pandora swings back in place, Ob grips her hips. He rubs his length over her slick slit, bumping the clamp with the head of his cock. Pandora moans, squirming. Next swing back and Ob shoves his cock deep in her wetness, making her scream in reaction.

She is muttering over and over. Ob smiles, gripping her hips even tighter.

"What, mi amor?"

She speaks louder, begging over and over. "Please... oh gods, please... more,,, fuck me harder..."

His hand cracks across her ass as he pulls back. Pandora yelps, jerking and clamping around the thick length of his cock. "That sounded like an order, mi amor. I give the orders here."

Pandora grinds back. She is even wetter. Ob smiles. His woman is surprising him in a delightful way. Her next words make his cock jump, twitching in her depths, making her moan.

"Fuck me... you said if I kept offering my ass you' were going to fuck me."

Ob runs a hand around her waist, strumming the chain lightly, The bells jingle as the clamp tugs on her clit. Ob laughs wickedly. "No, mi Bruha. I said I was going to fuck it."

She moans again as Ob tugs on the chain. He laughs at the whimper as he draws himself out of her dripping pussy. He leaves her there, soft sounds of need sweet music to his ears. She spreads her legs wider as Ob presses something thick and hard against her slick opening, He works it in, fucking her with it on every stroke. Once inside her, Ob reaches around and fastens a strap around her waist, Pandora moans, stuffed full. Ob does something and the object hums, vibrating inside her. It begins to pulse, the tip rotating against her sweet spot, over and over.

When Pandora's hips begin to grind, her sounds becoming more and more uncontrolled, Ob rubs the thick length of his cock between the still sore globes of her ass. His hands grips tight, making her whimper. His cock head presses, spreading her tight taboo. Ob stops as Pandora cries out.

"Does it hurt, mi Mujer?"

She nods, whimpers punctuating the panting of her breath.

"Do you want me to stop? You need only say the word. You can even whisper it,,, Sushi..."

Pandora's head is forward, her hands gripping tight on the chains holding her upright. Her body shudders, bells chiming. Pandora moans, rolling her hips.

"Nooo....."

She breathes, rocking slowly, Each rock back an effort to impale herself. Ob reads the desire in her mind. He grips her hips hard, and slams deep. Pandora SCREAMS. She rocks back hard and Ob can feel her muscles milking him as if she were trying to suck his balls dry. He groans at the tight grip, feeling his balls tighten, drawing up in response. He wraps one arm around her waist , The fingers of his other hand begin to strum the chain between her breasts and clit.

Pandora writhes, going wild as she explodes around the twisting dildo in her cunt and the pounding cock in her ass. The sensations are almost too much, not only does she feel each impalement, she feels him rubbing the sensitive wall between them. Her feet are lifted from the floor as Ob stands. The chains are pulled taut. One more thrust and Ob roars. His cock erupts flooding her ass with hot jets of his seed. With a scream, Pandora cums again, body twitching and jerking in his arms as she screams.

She is still shuddering as Ob slowly pulls from her ass. Pandora moans at the sudden loss. Ob kisses her neck, licking up bit of salt from her skin. His breath tickles her ear and she sighs.

"Damn... I haven't been... Goddess, Mujer...My sexy Bruha...Think you can take more?"

She presses her ass back against him, grinding. Ob chuckles, the sound making her shudder. With a groan Pandora turns her head for a kiss.

"My Deamon..." She licks his lips, nipping sharply. "Do it again... only harder."

Ob laughs... and turns the dildo up another notch.