‘I know I have a suit kink but seeing Kassandra in one completely shortcircuited my brain. Is it too much to ask that she wore a necktie too? Because I’d like her to use it to tie me up or blindfold me or even use it as a gag.’
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Dearest confessor, this had me very excited to make. Hope you enjoy the edit. 😏
~Sister Teodora
‘After a smutty conversation where a friend suggested it, I can’t stop thinking about Arno handgagging me. His fingers down there, working the most sinful noises out of me while his other hand trails up to cover my mouth and muffle my moans while he enjoys having all that power over me, whispering dirty things in French. What a dream.’
Jacob and I are very committed to each other, but that doesn’t mean our bed isn’t welcome to someone else. The only problem is, we haven’t really found someone who we’re both attracted to and would very much want to share between ourselves.
That is, until we both meet Ignis. I find myself drawn to his intelligence and how calculated he is. I never expected Jacob to like him at all; Ignis does share some qualities with Evie, whom Jacob never really worked well with. But I was surprised when he admitted that he was attracted to him as well.
“I want to see that perfect hair ruined and that body sweaty in our bed,” Jacob reveals as we watch Ignis quietly go about his business. “I bet he’s a real freak.”
I nod, licking my bottom lip. “I want to see him *ruined*, period. A guy like him has got to have a lot of pent-up emotion bubbling inside,” I add in a hushed tone.
Jacob smirks when Ignis glances at us. He makes sure to maintain eye contact with the other man when he leans down to press his lips against my ear. “You up for a game, love?” he whispers, nibbling on the sensitive shell. The action dazes me for a second, and I bite my lip, a moan escaping me unbidden.
“G-game?” I reply throatily. Ignis keeps staring at us, his eyes clear even through his glasses.
“We each play ‘The Desecration of Iggy’, see what makes him lose that precious control.“
I snort softly at the name. “So we seduce him separately. That’s unfair. You’re a little ahead of that game, Jacob.”
“Don’t be too sure. I’ve seen how he looks at you.” He leans further down then and nips my neck.
I gasp at the sensation. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
Jacob hums in agreement and starts sucking on the sensitive skin. My eyes flutter, but I refuse to close them. Ignis is still watching us and I’m unable to break his gaze. The man frowns slightly, those green eyes almost hawklike; why do I get the feeling that he already *knows* what we’re planning?
I find myself turned on at the thought.
For the next several weeks we play our game. Whereas Jacob preferred to use more physical ways to seduce Ignis (sly gazes, soft touches, bending over while wearing his tightest pants), I would instead use words, carefully crafted to provoke a response from him. Unfortunately, nothing seems to work. Ignis never fails to be composed and formal to both of us, rebuffing us gently but with authority.
I’m utterly convinced that Ignis is just not attracted to us until one night when I come home to find Jacob tied up on our bed, a gag around his mouth, and a plug seated deep inside his ass. For a moment I wonder how in the world Jacob managed to tie himself up until I feel an arm curling around my waist, pulling me roughly against a warm solid frame. “You’re late.” I gasp when I hear Ignis’ deep purr.
That night, Jacob and I finally discover what makes Ignis lose his precious control. And it involves him watching both of us fuck each other while taking orders from him, and eventually him fucking Jacob while Jacob is inside me. Because *of course* he gets off from controlling others in bed.
‘I have a naked Desmond Miles in front of me, on his knees on the floor. His hands are bound behind his back by leather straps, he’s blindfolded, and he’s wearing a bright red ball gag. I stroke the skin of his back softly with a leather whip, making him anxiously anticipate every strike I grant him. With every hit comes a muffled moan of both pain and pleasure, and it’s music to my ears.When I decide he’s endured enough whipping, I make him lie down on his back. Then, I climb on top of him, and grind myself against him. He’s rock-hard between my legs, but it’s not yet time for him to come, especially not all over me and my fancy underwear.“You want to come?” I ask him. Naïve, he thinks no-answer is a good answer, but I ask again, grabbing his face with my hand, and receive a weak nod. I settle for it since it’s his first time doing this, otherwise I would definitely make him say it, with a full sentence.I get up and get myself some tools. He gets to wear a thick butt plug while I tease his cock and balls with a vibrator and my free hand. He comes hard, moaning loudly into his gag, struggling in the leather straps. Once his orgasm passes I release him and reward him by kissing him deep and hard. “Happy birthday, D”, I whisper, and we go take a long, hot bath together.’
I like to play Evie with her nighthawk outfit on. Not for any tactical advantage, but for the tie around her neck. I like to think that after a long, tiring day, Jacob ties up his sister and pulls up her necktie as either a gag or blindfold. He’ll disrobe her and play with her, with his mouth on her clit and his fingers fondling her nipples. Evie pleasantly groans as she feels her powerlessness, and her brother doing the few things she actually likes him for.
‘I want to watch Jacob struggle against his bonds and whine against his gag while I play with his cock and fuck him slowly with my vibrator. Maybe I’d even rim him if he’s a good boy. I know how much he loves my tongue in his ass.’
I want Evie to gag me with her used dildo and force it in my slutty mouth to swallow off all her cum and claim me as hers.
‘I kinda want to see Jacob being sandwiched between Roth and Crawford Starrick. I mean Roth called Jacob ‘my dear’ and Starrick ‘my boy’ (at the end of the game) so I have been fantasizing about them. Jacob on his knees, bound, gagged and blindfolded completely helpless being on two Templars’ mercy. Let’s face it, he’s a Templar man magnet. (Sorry Pearl you’re not allowed to join)’
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I think Jacob would be quite a sight in bondage. His hands tied behind his back, a gag in his mouth… Would not say ‘no’ to that!
‘I’ve a massive blood kink and love for the Fryes… I imagine that we all have a threesome, while they’re still bloodied and injured. We spend the night having passionate yet hardcore sex… gags, rope… blood smeared on my body as well as spit, cum and whatever else comes in play too. Bruises, scratches, hickeys… Oh, my!’
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