IsabellaRose

Why don't we each make our own monsters?

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Which would you prefer?

Is that the only sugars you consume?

Miranda continues dancing, trying to lose herself in the music and forget that people are watching her. Standing atop a table in the middle of the room, she moves slow and sensual, mostly just wriggling her body and moving her arms, afraid of falling on the dangerously high heels atop the table.

Miranda eyed everyone around the room, watching the action on the nearby table and the inaction at the bar. She wondered what else she would be asked to do, but until she received further instructions, she was stuck on this table dancing for the room, none of them aware of the commands she was receiving. They probably just think I'm some girl who stumbled in here after work, had a few too many, and got frisky. What do I do if someone approaches me? She was a little nervous about what her Master would tell her to do.

"It's a twisted game we play," she said, smiling softly. She suddenly straightened as a jolt of ecstasy vibrated through her body, her teeth clicking shut as she tried to exert her self-control. It was harder than it should have been. The vibrator was humming from low to high setting over and over, and she practically shivered in unspoken delight. It suddenly stopped and she let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding. Her phone buzzed and she took it out of her purse and glanced at the screen. 'See that table?' was all the text said. She looked around and noticed an overheads spotlight suddenly shine on an unoccupied table in the center of the room. She nodded almost imperceptibly. Her phone buzzed again and she looked at the screen. 'Climb up onto it. Dance for the room. Now.' Miranda smiled politely at Buck. "Excuse me," she said, getting up from the table. "Duty calls." She walked slowly in her very high heels to the table in the spotlight. She pulled out a chair, stepped up onto it, then up onto the table. As she climbed up, music came up from silence over the the sound system. She didn't know the song, just that it was a song that started with a good beat and background violins she'd heard before but couldn't name. She started to move to the music, rolling her hips, arms moving up over her head as she started dancing, feeling ridiculous in the white button down blouse and pencil skirt, like an office woman or librarian trying to get crazy after too many drinks.

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Miranda felt the vibrator tucked into the special pocket in her panties come to life. It was perfectly located directly over her clitoris and sent a jolt of sensation through her body. She glanced toward the corner and the camera concealed there, knowing the remote control for the vibrator was held by the mysterious stranger watching her over the security camera feeds. "Sorry, Buck," she said, her face flushing slightly as she took a deep calming breath as the vibrator was turned up to a higher setting and sent thrills of sensation through her body. "I'm not allowed to touch myself or anyone else until my new Master says I can." She ran a fingertip along the collar around her neck. "He likes to play games almost as much as I do."

Do you ingest a lot of sugar?

Miranda leaned back in her chair, emotionlessly observing the two fucking wilding before her. She quirked an eyebrow at Buck, then her gaze moved back to his massive cock ramming in and out of Sonja's tight asshole. She watched with an amused expression, getting an up close and personal view of Sonja and Buck's privates as their bodies slapped loudly together. "Thank you, Buck," she said. Her voice was calm and unemotional, not at all like the nervous and easily excited woman that Buck had fucked just two tables over the last time they saw each other here. "You certainly do know how to put on a show."

Or would you rather just snap a photo of the real sugar monster?

Miranda walked in from a back room to see Buck (@Cash Money Chad) hammering Sonja (@onearmeddruid) on a table. She grinned. Buck was always up for a fuck. She wondered if he took anything to keep it hard all the time, or if he just got hard more frequently than other guys. Miranda wore a plain white button down shirt and black pencil skirt with black stockings and black, uncomfortably high, four and a half inch heels. Her only jewelry was the black leather collar that denoted her status as an owned submissive. She glanced around the room to see some anonymous regulars before she caught sight of two newcomers at the bar. Her eyes flickered over @Senshi, watched her scan the room, that short skirt flashing more leg than she probably knew. She's pretty, thought Miranda. I wonder if she'll join in the fun, or just sit and watch. She saw @Kano covered in tattoos, his violet eyes piercing. Mmm, she thought. Nice muscles. Maybe we'll get to see him take someone in here. I'd like to see that body in action. Miranda took a seat at a table near Buck and Sonja, crossed her legs, and leaned back in her chair to watch. Buck really knew how to fuck a girl. Miranda knew that firsthand. She grinned as she heard Sonja moaning and crying out.

Are you the type to worry about much ever anyway?

Do you think I'd judge you for that?

@Pixel Two people in therapy have some extra tools at their disposal. We've tried this relationship thing a few times now, and this is the "entirely too honest" version that either works or makes us give up forever. When was the last time a bodily function embarrassed you?

Do you like terrifying sex?

An American Football in London.

would the sugar monster terrorize or join in the sex?

tell him to turn off the lights and try to get back to sleep

Can't you think of a way?

Last week. I got into a fight with my girlfriend and it was 100% my stupid fault. I made her an apology dinner, apologized over wine, and discussed the original issue that started the argument like adults over dinner. It worked out quite well. When was the last time a bodily function embarrassed you?

How would that even work?

Shouldn't you answer first?

Not really wrong, but he swapped our plates. He did that with everything that night - drinks, dinner plates, dessert. I blame my girlfriend. She looked so good she was distracting him. When was the last time you tried to be sexy/seductive and had it either fail miserably or succeed more than you expected?