Thread: Remote Domination (Nobody x Devilla Roche)

SIR Good girl. The statement appeared just before she turned away from the computer and headed into the bedroom, her master's quiet approval chasing her onto her bed. Even once she was in the bedroom his presence was there through the cameras, the tiniest, almost inaudible sound marking the cameras' motions as they focused upon her bed. Her every action was carefully watched, and even once the blindfold was on the knowledge that Sir was seeing everything remained. Both alone and on display, Bunny was left in darkness and silence for several long minutes. The belt was to press so neatly against her that every movement, no matter how slight, rubbed gently against her nethers. Both sets of manacles had a short enough chain that her limbs couldn't separate by more than a few inches, the blindfold entirely cutting off her light. With nothing but her own breaths and the rapid beat of her heart to keep time, it was difficult to tell exactly how long she'd been lying there before she heard the front door of her apartment open. It closed again a moment later. Heavy footsteps began to echo down the hall towards her, an utter stranger moving through her sanctuary. With every dull thud the footsteps came louder and louder, until they stopped a short distance away. Even without sight she could feel the man's presence, feel a hungry male gaze crawling over her exposed form the small but perky turn of her breasts, the taut firmness of her rear, the leather belt both imprisoning and providing her pleasure. His steps came closer until she could hear him directly beside the bed, so close he could reach out his arm to do anything he wanted. But the feared or perhaps desired touch never came. Nor did the man speak as he moved about her bedroom, only the sounds he created offering any clue as to what he was doing. A disturbance at her bedside table, followed by the rapid tapping of someone typing upon a touchscreen. The object was replaced and the man moved about the room. Drawers were opened, cloth rustled and coathangers clicked. There were several dull fwumps of something soft falling to her floor. Several minutes of such sounds passed before the footsteps retreated once more, fading down the hallway. The door to her apartment opened and shut, but his footsteps remained inside. Down the hall it was more difficult to hear anything but the footsteps and an occasional louder sound a snap, a thump, a scrape. Several more minutes passed. At last the steps returned to her bedroom, coming directly forward until he was standing directly beside her bed. Suddenly a hand was on her thick, rough fingers touched the smooth skin of her cheek, a firm, possessive touch sliding down the line of her jaw. Hold still, said a rough male voice it was deep and gravely, someone purposefully making their words gruff and brusque. He wants you to be able to talk. The hand on her chin turned her head to the side, exposing the buckles keeping the ball gag between her lips. It kept her in place while the other began to undo the strap, finally pulling the ball, wet from drool, free of her mouth. The hands left and once more something clicked near her bedside table. Carefully the two earbuds were inserted into her ears, muffling the sound around her and corrupting one of the few senses that weren't denied her. A moment later the sound of a dialing phone filled her ears. She was dimly aware of the phone being placed on the bed beside her so that her mouth would be near its microphone as the phone rang once before being picked up. You're doing very well, Bunny. The baritone voice of her master was nothing like the rough grumble of the man beside her, and if there were doubts in her mind that man's silence as her master spoke dispelled them. He had the slightest hint of a refined English accent, the smooth words tender and somehow loving. I am very pleased with you. How do you feel? Her mysterious visitor was not idle as Bunny first heard the voice of her master. His own instructions came through his phone, and though Bunny couldn't possibly know it a smile touched his face. He waited until she was nearly finished speaking before his hand descended once more. With no warning Charlotte suddenly felt a firm pressure against the patch between her legs, the stiff bumps and ridges pushing ever more tightly up against her. Slowly the finger began to move back and forth, the motion constantly changing and shifting the source of the pleasure between her legs. Tell me the truth, Bunny. Would you like him to help you take care of that? Sir asked in a gentle tone, but for the first time she could hear a bit of the steel beneath his words. You'll have to ask him to do anything more than this. And you'll need to return the favor.