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Sadde knocks on Isabella's door at 7PM sharp.
Sadde and Isabella in Eclipse
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And Sadde's still 'tied up' so she doesn't exactly move. "No! I want you to—to—continue, please-"
eclipsi
So Isabella goes back to where she was at the end of her journey... nibbles a little... and resumes her frustrating backing-up path.
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"Gods, please, come back, please, ma'am—"
Her voice keeps catching at the ends of her sentences, turning into a whine or a whimper, a shuddering breath.
Her voice keeps catching at the ends of her sentences, turning into a whine or a whimper, a shuddering breath.
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Hmmmmmm.
All right.
...For about twenty seconds and then Isabella is reinvestigating other places that need attention. Slightly less boring places than randomly selected ribs, though. A little higher up.
All right.
...For about twenty seconds and then Isabella is reinvestigating other places that need attention. Slightly less boring places than randomly selected ribs, though. A little higher up.
eclipsi
Well, that's nice to hear.
Kisses time!
...And oh look at that Isabella has a hand free look where it's gotten to. And it's moving.
Slowly.
Very very slowly.
Kisses time!
...And oh look at that Isabella has a hand free look where it's gotten to. And it's moving.
Slowly.
Very very slowly.
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What little movement Sadde allows her body while making sure her wrists and ankles are bound by invisible rope happens. She returns the kisses in earnest, and her body thrums like a guitar string under her touch.
eclipsi
What a lovely responsive creature Isabella has imaginary-tied-to-her-bed.
If Sadde's not going to produce any requests then she could go on for ages like this, kissing various things, propping herself up with one hand, the other doing its impression of a very frustratingly located sloth in quicksand.
If Sadde's not going to produce any requests then she could go on for ages like this, kissing various things, propping herself up with one hand, the other doing its impression of a very frustratingly located sloth in quicksand.
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Sadde might work up the courage to request.
"Ma'am... if you'd... can... f—faster...?"
"Ma'am... if you'd... can... f—faster...?"
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"Hmmm, what'd you say, lovely?" says Bella lightly. Bite. (The casualty is a shoulder.)
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"Good girl," purrs Isabella, and she speeds up. "All mine." And then her mouth is occupied too.
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She draws in a ragged breath, squinting her eyes shut and arching her back a little bit. "Yes, oh heavens yes, yours, all yours—!"
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Of course, now that Isabella has started she isn't planning to stop. (Vary, certainly, stop, no.) Sadde's girl-shaped. She can deal.
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And after Sadde realizes this is the case, she allows herself to grow a bit less coherent again, with isolated words, syllables, vowels, and consonants forming the bulk of her expressions. "Ma'am" and "Isabella" happen fairly often, as well as "yes" and "please" and "god(s)" and "heavens" and "stars" and, eventually, swearing makes an appearance as well.
eclipsi
Ooh, swearing.
After Isabella has run out of interesting distinct methods by which to get Sadde off in this shape (three) she commands, "Boy now."
After Isabella has run out of interesting distinct methods by which to get Sadde off in this shape (three) she commands, "Boy now."
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Good.
"Roll over, pet."
Because these are different square centimeters, you see.
"Roll over, pet."
Because these are different square centimeters, you see.
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Isabella is still having a visible effect on Sadde's body, though with the change in anatomy what exactly that effect is changes some. "Yes, ma'am," he says with his boy voice as he rolls over again to let her explore his new square centimeters.