#WIPITUP Wednesday – SAFEWORD BASTARD! #BDSM

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Hiya Wipsters! Is it Wednesday already? Well, that must mean it’s time for a little bit of naughty fun, which means we’re back with ‘The Ties That Bind’ and a saucy little scene for two – with Jenny and Mark of course 😉

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THE TIES THAT BIND

Striding back to the kitchen, he grabbed a bottle of Sambuca, a bucket of ice cubes, a red pen knife, a piece of ginger, a shot glass, a lighter and some coffee beans. Dumping them all on a tray, he carried the items silently to his room and swung the door open with his foot.

His little princess was kneeling at the foot of his bed, arms wrapped behind her as instructed, and her head was dipped towards the floor, but she was not naked. Interesting. “Don’t tell me you’re in a need of a spanking so soon after the theatrics of the Carousel, my pet?”

“I couldn’t undo the zip,” she whispered miserably, not daring to look up. He smiled to himself. “Then you should have ripped the thing off from end to end. Disobeying instructions is a very serious business between a Master and a submissive, and you should endeavour to obey each and every command to the letter.”

In truth, he’d known she wouldn’t be able to get out of the dress without his help, and that gave him a reason for what he was about to do next, not that he’d really needed one – but it would certainly help instil a future eagerness for obedience. Bending down and placing both hands around her neck, watching her shudder helplessly beneath him, he whispered, “Stand up.”

She got to her feet so quickly she nearly head-butted him in the process. Grabbing the little red penknife from the tray behind him, he held it out on his open palm in front of her eyes. “Do you trust me?” he murmured softly and knew she would be thinking about the mess Kyle had made of her back.

There was a moment’s pause as she swallowed thickly and then a single, ‘yes,’ managed to leap from her lips.

“Good.” He bent down and used the penknife to slice up the centre of her dress, stopping about an inch short of the juncture between her legs. She sucked in a breath, but otherwise remained as still as a statue, which was just as well, all things considered. “Pick a safe word.”

“A what?” Jenny had a look of confusion upon her face.

“You’re not an animal anymore. You’re in my house and you’re a willing submissive. You asked to be fucked and I’m complying with your wishes, on my own terms of course. You need a safe word that can put a stop to any of the proceedings that are about to happen. When things get out of control and you can’t take anymore, you utter your safe word and everything stops. I stop, the scene stops, we pack up for the evening and you go to bed. It’s there to protect you, not me. So pick something you can easily remember.”

Jenny thought for a moment and then gave him an impish grin. How about ‘Bastard?’

Mark’s lips twitched. ‘You, young lady, have just earned yourself yet another thrashing. I won’t have submissives swearing in my presence. So be aware that each time you utter your safe word, your bottom will be earning some damage. OK, you also need to pick a signal, in case I choose to gag you. On second thoughts, as you seem so bad at this, I’ll pick it for you. Three nods of your head or three consecutive grunts of your voice will suffice. We’ll practice in a minute. Right now you have ten seconds to rip that dress apart and get yourself naked.”

“But that’s sacrilege,” she moaned. “This is a designer dress and probably cost thousands.” Looking down at the metre long tear in front of her, she shook her head at the horror of what he wanted her to do.

Mark gave her a flat stare. “Maybe we should call it a night. I’d only give you ten minutes, tops, till your safe word was being yelled at the top of your lungs.”

“Ooh you arrogant bast…” Jenny’s voice trailed off as she realised that the evening might just prove harder than she thought. Mark was grinning widely and she couldn’t help but splutter, “There’s no way I’ll safe-word under you.”

Mark raised an eyebrow in challenge. “Oh, ho ho. Fighting talk. Get to it then. Five seconds and counting. I’m happy to practise my knife work, if needed, but you should know that will add to your spanking tally, and as that delightful arse of yours is going to be stuffed full of ginger, you’re going to feel the force of each of every one in a really rather unpleasant way. Before this evening is out, I’ll hear that safe word uttered, or my nickname is not ‘Mark-the-most-amazing-bastard-in-the-world-Matthews.’”

She snorted. “You do your worst.”

He grabbed her from behind and brought her up tight against him. “Oh I intend to, darling, and now as your ten seconds is up, it’s time for me to show you just how nice I can be.” Pushing her head down in front of her, he lowered her back and felt for the edges of the square strip of plaster that he knew was under her dress. He took a moment to judge where his fingers would do the most damage and dug them gently into her raw skin. She shrieked and bucked against him.

“Take that fucking dress off now,” he whispered dangerously, “or I might just finish up what Kyle has begun.” Which was an outright lie, but you wouldn’t know it by the tone of his voice.

Jenny obviously took him at his word, for her hands rushed to finish the split up to her neck, a loud ripping noise confirming this, as she frantically tore at the ends of her dress. The jagged tear finally reach her neck, where after a few frenzied attempts, the whole garment split itself in two. She was about to wriggle out of her bodice and panties when Mark stopped her.

“I’ve changed my mind. Leave them on. That way I can have the pleasure of tearing them off you, later,” he gave her a predatory smile that was full of carnal intent. “On the bed,” he ordered gruffly, face first, with your arms and legs outstretched in a ‘X’ shape.”

Mark could barely control his tightly supressed hunger and if he wasn’t careful all of his hard won years of experience would be for naught. His cock wanted a party in his pants, and it wouldn’t necessarily require a warm, tight and incredibly inviting space in which to do so.

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4 thoughts on “#WIPITUP Wednesday – SAFEWORD BASTARD! #BDSM

  1. ‘Mark-the-most-amazing-bastard-in-the-world-Matthews.’” <— Love this line.
    Jenny and Mark make quite the endearing couple at times. I like that she's not truly fearful of him, yet his promise of certain tortures does indeed have her anxious to comply and obey. This couple really sizzles.
    Her boldness of choosing 'Bastard' as a safe-word is awesome and I love the reaction it spurs in Mark.

    Welcome back, Christina, I've missed you! ☺

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