Time to Play

Facing the pair again, she lifted one up by the chin with the crop. I will call you ‘Come’.  Using Shibari, the ancient art of Japanese bondage, which she so wonderfully learned from Kasumi, the asari tied Comes’ arms up and over his head. To his surprise no matter how much he struggled after the thin rope was placed on him, he couldn’t move his arms at all. 

The asari with two glorious ass cheeks hanging halfway out of her get-up, strolled over to the metal table again. Hovering over the open display of items for a moment, the incredibly sexy asari inventoried them before she delicately picked up two items. One was two objects connected together by a chain and the other was something black which she hid in her other hand. Strutting back to Come, she placed a pair of nipple clips on him. The man winced when she ensured they were on tight enough. Leaning over so he could see nothing but bare breast adjacent to her cleavage, the asari smacked the vorcha on the face, “Now don’t be such a cry baby.”

Standing up the asari pulled the black object out of her corset, unfolding it to reveal a black blind fold.  Curiously the vorcha leant his head forward accepting the gift of darkness. Using a straggling piece of rope left over from the beautifully decorated braidings of the Shibari knots, the asari tied Come to a silver ring fixated on the ground.  With a pull of the rope, the vorcha soon found himself completely at her mercy.

In a seductive whisper that sounded more like a purr, Liara said, “And finally I will call you Me.”

Before the vorcha, Me, Liara stood with folded arms and paced. Her fantasies were floating about her mind much like how she imagined Wrex dreamed of the many ways of killing a person. There simply didn’t seem to be an end to them, in any way or fashion. The possibilities were endless.

From a wall covered in objects that shined when the light bounced off of them, the dominatrix took a thin leather leash from it and secured it around Me’s neck. She led him over to a bare area of the room which made the vorcha panic when she saw a floor drain in the center of the dipped floor. She tugged on his leash and whimsically announced, “Don’t worry. I said, I wanted to keep you three alive.”

The asari chained the vorcha to the four rings that were concreted to the floor. With the last clink of the metal that now held the vorcha securely in place. Liara informed him as if she were regarding the weather. “Now this won’t hurt very much.” The vorcha’s eyes widened with anticipation. He pulled at his wrist and feet but he could barely move at all. 

Floating back to the table, the asari’s next choice had already been picked as her hand reached for it before she even got to the table. The vorcha was unable to see what it was, but immediately felt it upon his mistress’ return. It was unusually soft and long. The asari playfully drug it over the coarse skin of the vorcha. Enticing the man with the long boa like item he called out to his friends, “Hey, this is pretty nice.”

The vorcha in the cage suddenly had a bad feeling. From his placement in the room, he could clearly see some of the objects hanging on the wall closest to him. They were not entirely for pleasure. He rattled the steel bars that imprisoned him. He shouted, “Brother, she is trying to trick you!”