Wrath - 7 sins proj

WRATH:

--Character Profile: Wrath is the hard femdom of the group. Her mysterious backstory involves some sort of event that broke her in a way that unleashed her ire for men and people in general. She has morphed this anger into sexual energy. She commands, she takes, and she doesn’t like disobedient ‘pets’.  She isn’t overly violent at all, but just very stern and demanding. She has a quiet rage about her, her tones indicate that one shouldn’t cross her. Script is pretty fdom, but not extreme.

Her tags: [Degradation Light] [Fdom] [Rough] [Light Pain] [Riding Crop] [Marks] [Outercourse] [Collaring mentions] [Stroke yourself for me] [Mistress] [Petplay] [Good boys][Seven Sins]

Narrator: The room is severe in nature. On the far side of the room is a rather no-nonsense looking bed. From here you can almost feel the crisp red cotton of its flawless sheets. Hung from the wall next to the bed is a  display of different pleasure devices. There are chains, whips, crops, cuffs, and toys galore, meticulously organized according to the Mistress of the Chamber. The lady who would be Wrath is standing next to the bed, inspecting her blood red nails like claws. Her outfit is a corset of a midnight black, satin panties to match; garter straps clasp to the silky black stockings in place against her full thighs. She slightly taps her left stiletto in impatience you assume. You timidly walk a few steps in to the room and the heavy door slams shut behind you, her head snaps up to see you there and she holds you in her steely gaze.

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(Forceful, Stern) Stop. Don’t (pause) move.

[Sound of approaching heels.]

(Slightly teasing, slightly degrading in the next few lines)  So… You’ve come to Wrath?

You want to feel *dominated*?

You want to be *demeaned*?

You desire for the control to be relinquished to another?

(Amused and playful) To be my *bitch*?

(Pleased sigh) Good boy. In *this room* I am in control. (With finality) Never forget that.

Now. Follow me.

[Sounds of steps as she leads him to the bed.]

I always delight in the boys that come to my room. So *eager* for sexual release, yet so *reserved* in their means to obtain it… Are *you* one of those good boys, pet?

Have you come to be used and are you prepared to *beg* for every ounce of pleasure?

 (Confident) I’m right, aren’t I? (Pleased hum after he agrees.) Good boy.

(Stern voice again) Remove your clothes. You won’t be needing them for the remainder of your time here. (Pause) I’ll wait. (Sultry chuckle) And watch.

[Pause, small taps of stiletto optional]

There you are, good.

[Sounds of heels as she walks around him.]

(Tone of evaluation) Well... You’ve a good frame, solid. Capable, even I can see that. (Chuckle.)  Mmm… just the right of muscle, mixed with just the right amount of soft.

(Teasing) You aren’t going to blush now, are you? (Chuckle) How cute.

(Command) Sit.

Before I have my way with you, I will fill you in on the way things work here.

There are a few rules in this room, pet, and you will follow them and *any* order I give you to the letter during your stay. Without question.

(Tone is matter of fact and strong)  Rule 1: You will not talk unless asked.

Rule 2: You will not seek any means of your own pleasure unless I have given you permission to do so.

And Rule 3: You will do whatever I tell you to do, *when* I tell you to. Hesitation and brattiness are not permitted under my hand.

(Upward, sweet sounding inflection) Understood?

(Pleased) Good, boy. See? We are going to get along just fine.
Now (Pause) I want you to take your cock in hand and start to slowly stroke it.

[Sound of a slap] Remember the rules? *No* hesitation. (Cooing noise) Poor pet.

(Soft, almost motherly) I don’t have patience for boys who *can’t* listen; you aren’t going to make me lose my temper again are you? (With slight menace) I’d hate to have to get even rougher with you…

(Pleased) There you go. That’s right, stroke it from base to head for me, slow and sensual. Really think about every nerve, every vein… every strain of pleasure… (Chuckles) Have you ever done so?

(Slightly irked) Of course you don’t consider it, you’re always just trying to get it ‘over with’ aren’t you?!  Well, (matter of fact) we aren’t going to do that today, not right away anyways.

(Firm) Close your eyes. Now… from the hilt-DON’T stroke. Just grip yourself and squeeze just enough to make it tight. Feel how hard you are? You can get harder, we both know it.

Grip yourself a little tighter and now slide your hand to the head of your cock. Slowly. MMM… feel that? The way the flesh is hot velvet but hardening like steel? Can you feel it in the pit of your stomach? You want to stroke it faster don’t you?

(Chuckles and says it as if obvious) Of course you do, it feels good!

Tell you what, go ahead and stroke it a little faster while I see if I can’t find us something to add to the intensity, hmmm?

[Sounds of heels walking to wall] Now, let’s see… (Testing) Have any preferences?

(Amused and pleased laughter) Oh pet, you’ve *definitely* come to the right fucking place.

(Commanding and firm) SIT. And keep stroking your shaft. Do *not* stop.

(Softening a little) So, no preferences huh? Just simply ready to obey?

(Purr) Oh, you’ll obey alright, if you want your permission to cum.

And *ooh*, how I am going to make you *work* for the right to cum.

(To self) Now… just what way to go about it. Perhaps the whip? Hmm… No, a little to advanced. A cane?  (To listener) Have you ever been caned?

(Laughs) How lovely! I suppose I cou-- Ahh! (Pause.) Wait a minute! (Content sigh)

(Quietly to self) Sometimes the old ways are the best ways. This will do.

[Sounds of heels approaching]

(Uplifted inflection) Do you know know how the riding crop came about?

(Amused) Did I just see your cock twitch? Does the sight of me holding a riding crop excite you? Intimidate you a little? (Chuckle)

(Proceeds before listener can really answer) Well, I won’t bore you too much with the history, but I must say that it’s a turn of the 20th century development that I myself am rather fond of. Centuries before it was originally for animals, and slaves of course, the whip with its long rope like lash was used to keep them in line. More often than not the crack of its leather enough of a *motivator*, but (ominous and drawn out) *sometimes* contact was necessary.

Over time there were many variations to the whip, the length of the lash and make of the rod, the materials used.

(Continuing on,soft and calculated as she uses the crop for sensory play.)

The crop though, feel it’s soft leather as I run it up your arm? It’s almost an unassuming thing, isn’t it? Horses were trained to respond to its gentle taps and even just its (Punctuate with pauses) simple resting against their horse flesh.

(Chuckles) Mmm, sliding across your chest, one shoulder to the other… don’t you want to respond for me? (Almost a whisper) Keep stroking, a little faster now.

(Pause) Such a good pet.

(Exhales) The English had it right I think.

Not only does the riding crop, originally called a hunting whip -- (uplifted sharing tone) old fox hunts, you know-- well not *only* does it look sophisticated …

(Pause and getting sidetracked) Oh my, (Pleased hum) look at your belly quiver as the little leather loop snakes its way downward.

(Pause as she slides the crop further down, then sultry and low toned) Do you like the way it feels as I run it up and down along your thigh?

(Chuckle) Good boy.

(Curious) And how does that cock feel? Are you learning to appreciate every stroke?

(Flat and demanding) Go ahead, ask me to *allow* you to stroke it more vigorously.

(Chuckle) Yes? You would like to? It would feel good, *wouldn’t* it? Ask me again.

Mmm the way you beg, pet. (Drawn out pause) Very well. You may stroke yourself faster, I want you to make it intense for yourself, but don’t overdo. (Stern) Remember, you don’t get to cum without my permission.

Do you know why the crop became favored by any good equestrienne? (Pause.)

Balance.

At high speeds, balance can be hard to maintain. With a crop, all the Master need do is flick their wrist just right and [sound of crop hitting flesh] mmm… the servant adheres to their command.

Did you like that, pet?  Look at the little mark it left behind.

Would you like another? (Pause and then commanding) ASK for another.

Good boy. [Another snap of the crop] Say thank you.

(Chuckles) Oof, such a lovely little pliable creature. How have you not yet been snatched up by a fitting mistress yet?

Pity. (Clicks tongue disapprovingly) Well, their loss is our gain, is it not?

(Amused tone) I’m sure you’ve noticed I’ve got a collar or two hanging with the rest of my toys. (Purring) You keep eyeing them and I may just have to fit you with one. (Laughs.)

Well you keep visiting me and being such a good boy and I may just claim you for myself.

Mmm... Now, please me again and ask for another. *Beg* for another.

[Yet another slap from the crop.]

(Pleasing moan, aroused at his compliance) Oooh, such a good boy. My, my. Look at your thigh, pink with my marks.

Unnnmmfff... so sexy to see my marks there. Do you like them? (Pleased hmm at his answer.)

Mmm. Me too. In fact, I think I shall reward your obedience.

[Sounds of clothes shuffling, heels lifted and dropped] (To self mostly) Just take these panties off...

There... now look. You're obedience has made me very wet indeed. Perhaps I should put some of this liquid heat to use and sooth those marks.

(Sounds of sitting down and straddling his thigh, pleasured noises) I'll just straddle this meaty thigh and uhn… Oh yes! I can feel the heat roll off those little welts. I hope it doesn’t sting too badly.

(Moans) *Fuuck.* It feels soo good!

Keep stroking your cock, pet. I want you to go faster for me.

(Gasp) Mmhmm that’s it, match the pace of my grinding. (Becoming super aroused, drunk with lust) Uhn... Fuck!

(Panting and moans from here on out to orgasm.)

Yes, such a good boy! Stroke it for me! Feel every stroke, every veiny edge of that cock!

Do you like obeying me, pet? Do you like being mastered?

I bet... (Loud moan) I bet you would love to be collared wouldn't you?

My own personal stud. (Chuckles and sighs.)

Good boy! Oh, fuck! I'm getting close!

Are you ready to cum for me slut?!

(Her moans and words are becoming feverish here as she is approaching climax.)

Uhhnn Good! Remember you have to ask, so ask me pet!

Again! (Louder) Again!

Beg for it, slave!

Tell me how much you want to cum for Mistress Wrath!!

FUCK YES! Good boy! CUM FOR ME! NOW, PET! CUM!

(Mighty orgasm, followed by several moments of coming down... breathing leveling)

(Still a little breathless) *Good* boy. (Chuckles.)

[Sound of getting up and putting panties back on]

(Sounding calculated, business like) Here are your clothes, you did well enough as my pet.

And I meant what I said, I've a collar if you've got the neck, keep coming back to me and I won't be giving you the choice.

(Pause and consigned) *Today* however, there’s the door.

Next time, I’ll really test your devotion. I’m one hundred percent sure there will be a next time.

(Pleased hum) I look forward to seeing just how much you can take.