Taming Tira
Chapter the Eleventh
In which Tira gets Teased
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Several hours later Siegfried awoke with a groan. From the light shining through his window he guessed it was around noon. Still groggy from sleep he had the vague feeling that something was missing. He couldn't quite put his finger on it.
Oh well, it probably wasn't that important.
His stomach decided it had been ignored long enough and reminded him that he had skipped breakfast. He was surprised Tira hadn't woken him up wanting to be untied. Hang on...
Where was Tira?!
It suddenly occurred to him that he hadn't secured her after they...uh...yeah. He reddened a bit at the memory.
He gave his head a shake to dismiss the memory and return to the matter at hand. His misguided companion could be anywhere, doing anything! He had seriously messed up this time! What if she had one of her episodes and killed someone? Okay, he told himself, Panicking won't solve anything. He had to keep calm and think rationally. The fact that he was still alive and not spread evenly throughout the room was a good sign. It meant that Tira was most likely still herself. Still, where would she go? She was rather attached to him after all...
At this point his eyes fell upon a piece of paper on his nightstand. It was folded so it stood up and on its front was printed a rather elaborate 'V' sigil. Ivy, no doubt. He folded it open and upon the inside was a message:
Sig,
Borrowed your cute little toy. How selfish of you to keep her all to yourself.
Do join us when you have a moment. I think you'll find it most instructional.
~Ivy
He frowned at the reference to Tira as a 'toy'. Ivy probably didn't mean anything by it but it bothered him all the same. He had better get over there in any case, he shuddered to think what could happen if Tira picked up any of the noblewoman's...quirks.
He got up and went to Ivy's room across the hall. He could hear some strange noises coming from inside. With a resigned sigh he raised his hand and knocked briskly on the door. Manners counted for a lot with Ivy.
"Who is it? I'm a little busy at the moment," Ivy answered neutrally.
"It's Siegfried. I believe you wanted to see me?"
"Ah, yes, excellent, do come in," she purred invitingly.
He tentatively opened the door. Ivy had the shutters closed so the room was mostly dark except for a few candles and a few spots of sunlight that shone through the joints in said shutters. He suspected the candles might be scented, given the room's intimate aroma.
"Do shut the door, you're spoiling the atmosphere."
Siegfried did as requested and waited a few moments for his eye to adjust to the low light. Once they did the first thing he noticed was Ivy. She had shed her alleged dress revealing the intimate garments beneath. He was probably seeing one of the great feats of contemporary corsetry as the brazier (and it was definitely a brazier, for no mere bra was up to the task) somehow managed to contain the lady's generous endowments. Her lower regions were...not exactly concealed by a brief scrap of silk. He endeavored not to look directly at her, much the way one does not stare directly into the sun. Such was the gravity of the lady's appearance that if not for a muffled cry of "Ma'tah?" he would have completely overlooked the room's other inhabitant.
One of the broad, sturdy tables Ivy used for her alchemical work had been moved to the center of the room. Last Siegfried had seen it, it had been covered with strange instruments and flasks of bubbling substances. All that had been cleared away, and now it was covered with Tira. She was stretched out the length of it, her wrists and ankles bound in snugly fitted leather shackles that had been secured to the four respective legs of the table. A wooden block padded with one of the pillows from the bed was wedged under her upper back, while a leather band held her hips against the table. The result left her body bent in a curvaceous wave, arms wrenched back at a straining angle, her back arched so that her small round breasts were thrust skyward and her lower body totally immobilized against the table, stealing any leverage her spread legs might have found to wiggle out of the exact position Ivy wanted her in.
On her head she wore an apparatus of soft leather straps attached to a round lacquered wooden bit, which acted as both a blindfold and a gag, and not much else. What little modesty she retained was preserved by the small-clothes covering her nether regions
"She's so noisy for such a little girl. It simply wouldn't do to upset the neighbors," Ivy explained.
Siegfried frowned. As far as he knew they were the only people on this floor. He was about to call her on it when his thoughts were interrupted by Tira. Whatever she had been trying to say trailed off into an awkward squeal as Ivy ran the feathered end of a quill pen down the center of her torso.
"Quiet you. You'll speak when I tell you to, not before." The 'or else' was silent but unmistakable.
The Lady returned her attention to the knight as she continued tormenting her captive with the quill.
Siegfried however was captivated by the sight of his companion's ordeal. The thin sheen of sweat glistened in the low candlelight, highlighting her slender physique as she squirmed under the Lady's attentions all while making the most enticing vocalizations.
"Hmm?" he was dimly aware that someone had been speaking to him.
With a sigh Ivy put down her implement. Tira sagged with relief in her bonds.
"I said, 'would you like to give it a try?'" she repeated.
"I'm not letting you tie me up," he stated definitively, misunderstanding the statement.
"You don't know what you're missing," she replied, going along.
"Speaking from experience are you?"
"Oh yes, once in a very great while it's nice to let someone else take the reigns." she paused while Siegfried's brain started to sweat from the mental imagery. "But only with the most trusted of associates."
Not you, he interpreted.
"Anyway," she continued. "Back to the matter at hand," she rose from the bed and started stalking towards him. "What I meant was would you like to have a turn training your cute little pet." She circled around behind him, leaning into his broad back. Guiding him over to the table.
"Um..." he dithered.
"I assure you she enjoys it. Don't you pet?" she reached around Siegfried giving Tira's side a flick of the feather. Eliciting a muffled shriek.
Siegfried looked conflicted.
Ivy retrieved another quill from her trunk and handed it to him.
"Tell you what, just watch me for a while and join in when you get the feel of it."
He nodded and Ivy set to work.
Soon Tira was wriggling madly to escape the Lady's attention, but her bonds held fast, tears leaked from under the blindfold accompanied by a near constant muffled whine.
"The object lesson is that the stimulus needn't be pain," Ivy lectured. "You see the blindfold and the bondage work in tandem to focus the other senses. Touch, for example," she demonstrated, getting quite a satisfying yelp. "Come now, you try."
Edging closer, Siegfried poked skeptically at the side of Tira's upturned breast.
"No, no, no," Ivy corrected, grasping hold of his wrist and guiding it in a spiral pattern around the breast, ending with a little flick at the nipple that made Tira gasp sharply. "Don't be so direct. Tease."
Tira meanwhile was in hell, or possibly heaven. It was very unclear to her at this point, as were most things up to and including her own name. Mistress Ivy had said that by doing this she was helping Master Siegfried. How this would work was another thing that was unclear, but she would do just about anything for her master. Although right this very minute the main thing she could do was writhe around in a constant state of agony or possibly ecstasy, needing release, anything really.
Her whole body spasmed, possibly trying to breath in and out at the same time, as the tickling touch returned, spreading up her arm, following the sharply drawn angle of her shoulder down the line of her neck. It vanished there, leaving her twisting and panting, her whole body tingling with memory of the tease, and everything between her legs tightening painfully with anticipation. It was more than just the sensation. It was that it was Master that was causing it. Somehow, despite his inexpert touch, that knowledge added an almost unbearable dimension of excitement. Where would he go next? Instinct told her to look, but she was blind, to ask, but she was mute, to… The quill brushed the inside of her knee, trailing up her inner thigh and slithering along the crease where her leg met her body, until she was mewling and writhing, straining against her restraints with renewed vigor.
"Not bad," Ivy commented. "You're a natural," she purred, retrieving one of the burning candles on the side board. It was bright red, and there was something odd about the texture of the wax pooling in its reservoir. "So how about we give this a try? The wax is my own special formulation, just the right consistency. Never let it be said that alchemy doesn't have a fun side."
She shot him a wink, then without warning, raised her arm and tilted the candle. Tira made a noise that was half a scream, half a moan, and all pleading as the slender stream of wax splattered against her skin, jerking at her bonds so hard the table shuddered. Fresh tears leaked from beneath the blindfold, but her nipples puckered tighter and her knees jerked in a futile effort to squeeze her legs closer together to relieve the ache at her center.
Smirking broadly, Ivy sauntered around behind him and handed him the candle.
"Now you," she instructed, squeezing his bicep. "Be careful to hold the it far enough above her. The wax will cool slightly as it falls. Holding it just so will ensure that it still hot enough to sting, but cool enough that it won't burn. Wouldn't want to mark all that perfect pale flesh. Well... not permanently," she amended. "Go on," she urged, her breasts brushing against him as she moved aside.
Swallowing hard, Siegfried lifted the candle as she instructed. Wax dribbled and Tira wailed.
In short order, Tira was positively beside herself with wanton need, her body peppered with blobs of hardening wax and every inch of her tight, tense, responsive, ready, rising to the slightest touch in a way Siegfried hadn't imagined possible. When they had made love, she hadn't reacted this way. A revelation struck him. She wanted this, craved it, but more than that… she needed it. In a flash of epiphany, he finally understood what it really meant to be Tira's master. Not merely that she followed him, belonged to him and obeyed him – but that in return, he was responsible to her, to be worthy of her trust by doing what he must to make her safe and well and happy. And satisfied. She was counting on him to meet her needs, and clearly this was one of them.
As though reading his mind, Ivy slid her hands over his shoulders, massaging. "I've just had the most marvelous idea," she breathed into his ear, sending a shiver down his spine and making him realize just how inexplicably hard he'd become while torturing Tira. "Why don't you try and make your little pet come with nothing but the feather and the candle?"
Siegfried blinked and frowned over his shoulder at her. "That's impossible," he said flatly.
"Oh, I assure you, it is perfectly possible, especially with someone as responsive as her. But," she sighed in mock disappointment, "it is true that it takes a great deal of skill and attentiveness. If you don't think you're up to it…"
Siegfried scowled. "I didn't say that!" he protested, snatching up the quill and raising the candle.
"It's just…"
"Don't worry," Ivy breathed against his ear, her tongue darting out to steal a taste of the lobe. Her arms slithered down his back and around settle on the points of his hips, fingers toying teasingly with the waist of his pants. "It will be a pleasure to help you." One hand reached back to squeeze his ass cheek, making his hand jerk and spill a stream of wax over the curve of Tira's breast, eliciting a throaty yowl. In the midst of the distraction, her other slid down the front of his pants. "For both of us."
"Ivy!" he protested once. She merely chuckled.
"Now, now, it's for your own good. You'll thank me later, dear. I'll see to it."
Under Ivy's none too subtle direction, Siegfried quickly learned the game. He teased Tira with the feather, while Ivy teased him with her hand, her expert fingers languidly stroking his cock, keeping him hard and panting. When she squeezed or licked or kissed him somewhere else, it was a signal to replace the stimulating tickle of the feather with the stinging burn of the wax.
Ivy knew just where to go – on Tira's body (the curve of her neck, the crest of her hip, the hollow of her knee, the seam just beneath her breast) and on his (up the planes of his stomach, over his pecs, the nape of his neck, between his shoulder blades, down his thigh) – until both of them were panting.
Tira was squealed and heaved, desperately trying to buck her hips up against the leather band or arch her back to grind down on the table – anything to stimulate her sex. In a flash of inspiration, Siegfried moved the candle down her body in a trail of red fire, waited a beat, a bead of red wax trembling on the lip of the candle. Then Ivy squeezed his cock in approval, and his arm trembled, sending a splash of hot wax directly down over the dark stain on her small clothes.
Tira shrieked and shook, bucking and jerking so hard that the table really would have toppled over if he hadn't caught it at the last moment. She strained an instant longer, then collapsed back onto the table, panting and sated.
"Oh, well done!" Ivy cried, panting with excitement herself. She ducked around front of him, deftly relieving him of the quill and candle and making them disappear before running her hands up the front of his chest. Her eyes followed the trail of her hands hungrily, and she looked up at him like she was a starved lion and he was a side of beef. "A job so very well done, in fact," she continued, stepping back, "that I think you deserve a reward."
Shrugging her shoulders, she let the straps of her mighty brazier fall down her shoulders, then grabbed the cups in both hands and yanked them down.
Siegfried's eyes bulged out of his head in much the same ratio to the way her enormous breasts bulged then popped out of the restraining fabric to bounce and sway and wiggle like a pair of puppies happy to be let out to play, her nipples drawn hard and tight into little pink buttons. Siegfried opened his mouth, though he wasn't sure what he was going to say; neither of them ever found out, because before he could utter a single syllable, Ivy dropped to her knees and unfastened his pants, freeing his turgid cock. She gave him a saucy wink then, without missing a beat, wrapped her pouting lips around the tip and sucked his whole cock into her mouth.
"Oh fuck!" he cried. He couldn't even begin to think of a way to protest around the rippling of her throat muscles and the wet velvet friction of her tongue. Pulling back, she swallowed him down again and again, and he had to look away from the way his cock disappeared into her mouth again and again or he would never last.
Instead his eye fastened on Tira, still panting and sweaty from her orgasm, covered in wax. Driven to distraction by Ivy's mouth, he reached out in a daze and pinched a bit of wax off of Tira's body. The skin pulled where he pinched, and Tira arched her back and cried out with an aftershock of lust. She remained bound with her breasts thrust up like an offering. One of her nipples was bare of wax, swaying in the candlelight with the rise and fall of her chest. It was too much to resist.
Bending forward slightly, careful not to disturb Ivy at her work, he leaned over and sucked Tira's nipple into his mouth. Tira squealed, and he felt Ivy moan around his cock at the sound. From her peripheral, he saw Ivy's free hand slide down into her own small clothes to play. Siegfried bit and licked and sucked at Tira's nipple, his hand traveling searchingly all over her body, pinching the wax off of her wherever he found it while she thrashed and squealed and begged incoherently around the gag, Ivy's head bobbing rhythmically his lap while she pleasured herself in time, as though imagining he was fucking a different set of lips. For a little while Siegfried lost track of where he ended and the soft, pliant flesh of the two women began, so hard and hot that he couldn't believe he hadn't finished several times over already.
As though they'd planned it, Tira screamed and shuddered under him just as Ivy drew her mouth off of him with a wet pop and moaned loudly. Her hand replaced her mouth, giving him a few decisive jerks, and he grunted and pulled away from Tira just in time to watch himself shoot all over Ivy's breasts. Pearly white semen splattered and ran over her creamy mounds in a parody of the rivulets of red wax still clinging to Tira's.
Panting, Siegfried collapsed onto a nearby stool, surveying the scene with a clearing head and frank disbelief. Tira was quiet on the table, her chest still heaving, and Ivy had relaxed back against one of the table legs, her fingers smearing through his come and using it as lubricant as she contentedly massaged her nipples. She gave him a contented little hum, then grinned up at him and licked her lips, still toying with her nipples.
"All in all, not bad for your first lesson. I can't wait to see what you can really do."
sorry that took a little longer than expected, upgraded to win 10 and installed a new hard drive. Giving me all kinds of grief, fuck Microsoft, fuck them right up their stupid fat asses.