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Risky Rendezvous

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PROMPTS

petplay: All good pets need to be trained. Of course, they naturally want to please master or mistress, so taking to the leash and collar is in their blood. You may want to give them a helping hand, though, and keep those temptations like acting like a human out of their sights.

daddy/baby girl: Or something more gender neutral. Whatever the case, you love taking care of your little one and spoiling them...unless they need punished for being a brat. They may be too young, but you can't help yourself.

medical play: The doctor will see you now.

bondage: Whips and chains excite you. Ropes aren't too bad, either.

religious: Forgive me father, for I have sinned. And now, I'll have to confess it all.

let go: You've got all your shit together in life. In your private life, though, you like to let go and lose yourself - either by being rough and controlling someone else or being controlled.

student/teacher: Young teacher, the subject of school girl fantasies. You know the drill. Somebody's staying after class.

non-con: They say no, but you know they mean yes.

master/servant: Maid or butler uniform optional.

newlyweds: There's nothing like your wedding night.

cheating: Your cheatin' heart may or may not be in the right place.

robbery: Give up all your goods and give up something else, too.

incest: It's all relative.

crossdressing: Girls will be girls and boys will be girls.

police: Ready for a game of good cop, bad cop?

wanton: Oe of you has all the trappings of a slut, with all that ill-repute, and the other has to put them in their "place." Dirty talk, sexy clothing, toys, maybe even glory holes, oh my! The more perverse, the better.

strangers: You'd never do this with someone you just met! Good thing you've really known each other forever.

prostitution: All the naughtiness of an appointment between a prostitute and a John.

nurturing: We know all of you love a mother or father figure.

someone else: Usually, a lover calling out someone else's name is anathema, but now, it's apropos..

RUSSIAN ROULETTE

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[He nods in response]

What do you want me to do?

[A beat.]

I'm-uhhmm-I'm not experienced with these things...

[He's a little embarrassed by the fact, but at least he's willing to do whatever.]

Well, for one...

[She lets go for only a moment, moving her sticky hand to his chin.]

Why don't you sit down for Mother? On the table, please. I want to see your face.

Yes, mother.

[He nods as well and sits down on the table. He leans into her hand, regardless of the mess, the look in his eyes looking for direction and, more importantly, a command from Camilla.]

[She moves her hand away just slightly--]

Do you mind licking this mess up for me?

[He nods in agreement, not even thinking about what she's asking him to do, and then starts licking her hand. He wraps his tongue around her fingers, sucking a little on the tips, before he starts to greedily lick her palm. It takes a few minutes, but Camilla's hand is clean, if not a wet.]

Is this okay?

[That gets a little bit of a gasp from her as she feels him licking greedily at her. It's all too easy to imagine what else he'd lick like that.]

Yes...you did well, son. [As if to punctuate the sentence, she reaches down and gives his erection a quick pat with her other hand.] Mm...are you ready to do something for your mother?

[He gasps as well when she touches his member, which twitches with anticipation in her hand.]

Yes, mother. Anything.

["Anything". Just let that sit for a while, but not too long or it might get awkward.]

After we're done here, I want you to apologize to the knights. If you can promise me that you'll humble yourself before them, I'll let you have something even nicer than this.

[She even gives his member a reassuring squeeze.]

[Well that sobered him up a little. Apologize to the knights...]

Mmmmm....

[He knew that this would be brought up, that he'd be made to do that, but it's still comes as little bit of a sting to his pride. Then again, it was his pride that landed him in trouble anyway.]

Okay. I'll apologize to the others for my...[Grumble grumble]...for my behavior.

[He's more childlike than one might think.]

[She pets him even more, squeezing harder. This time her touches are rougher. Camilla can't let him get away with just that.]

Richter, you have to sound sincere. If I don't believe you how could they?

[Okay, she's not nice again. Ow. Ow. Ow.]

Okay, okay. I'll try....for you mother.

[Sweet talk will work right?]

[She's at least not going as rough as she could, though.]

You don't sound sincere...

[Her other hand reaches up to her own chest. She loosens up the armor and, well. He probably is going to have a good view soon.]

[He swallows down when Camilla starts to loosen up her armor, the breasts almost spilling out of her garments.]

I-I'll try my best, I know I've been picking on them just cause I was stronger than them. B-But I'm not really very good at apologies.

[A beat.]

I-I will try my best to sound sincere, if it'll make you happy.

[And that is the actual truth.]

You'll do better than just sounding sincere, Richter. I believe in you...

[He really was a good boy inside. He just needed some, ah, reminders of that. Camilla knelt before him to gently press her breasts against his member.]

You can practice on me. Say what you'd tell them, hm?

[Oh, well. Camilla's breasts against his cock certainly makes it hard to concentrate. Especially since he immediately felt their warmth and softness in the few seconds she pressed them against him.

Still, this would be good motivation for him to try and sound sincere.]

W-Well....I-I'm sorry. My behavior was unacceptable, and I should have treated you all like e-equals.

[Did he mention it's hard to concentrate when he's staring down at some wonderful breasts?]

[She keeps pressing against him, letting him be almost engulfed the softness. If this couldn't get him to work with her she had no idea what would.]

That's good but let's try again. Humility is a virtue, Richter.

[He thought that was a pretty good attempt, and now concentrating gets even harder.]

O-Okay...Umm...

[He swallows down as the softness of her breasts surround him, their feel make his hips move a little forward to try and get his member to be wrapped completely by her breasts.]

I-I'm sorry for...for behaving like a-...like a brat. I shouldn't have a-and I'm sorry. I-I won't do it again.

[That gets her to squeeze her breasts even further around him. She even moves down slightly.]

Good...you're a good boy, Richter. You don't have to say it again.

Thank you mother...

[He moans when he feels her breasts around his cock. His hips moving slightly upward to make the head of his member poke out from between her breasts.]

Are you ready?

[She chuckles gently as she rubs against him even more.]

Ready?

[He swallows.]

For what?

[He has an idea, but dares not to assume.]

To please me. I think it's about time.

[She's sure he's ready.]

[He immediately turns beat red at her words, clearly embarrassed but more than ready if his enthusiastic nodding was any indication.]

What would you have me do, mother?

I want you to enter me, son.

[She doesn't need to tell him twice.]

Yes, mother.

[He immediately goes to gently scoop up Camilla, then lays her down on the table. His hands gliding down her sides before resting on her waist.

Someone is....a little eager.]

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