[ closed | Preston & Wicked Lady | in progress ]
Who: deadliestberet, impureserenity
What: He needs a muzzle for that naughty mouth of his.
When: The dark morning hours of Tuesday.
Where: Preston Marlowe's bedroom.
Warnings: Evil, discipline, violence, plot.. etc.
As warned, she came to his window four hours later. A small smile to curve her lips as she held in one hand a wonderful little muzzle made for a man's mouth. She warned him, yet he kept pushing the limits and she absolutely had to follow through with her promise, her threats, or he would never listen to her, he would think that she was too soft, too kind.. too weak.
Luna-P mimicked Wicked Lady, as the toy even had a dark smirk to it's round face as well. Dealing with silly little humans, such a time killer. She let herself in to his room, the trim of her dress was wet with the rain that continued to pour outside, and with an appreciation to cool of the night her body shivered to the warmth it now felt within the man's room.
"Preston."
What: He needs a muzzle for that naughty mouth of his.
When: The dark morning hours of Tuesday.
Where: Preston Marlowe's bedroom.
Warnings: Evil, discipline, violence, plot.. etc.
As warned, she came to his window four hours later. A small smile to curve her lips as she held in one hand a wonderful little muzzle made for a man's mouth. She warned him, yet he kept pushing the limits and she absolutely had to follow through with her promise, her threats, or he would never listen to her, he would think that she was too soft, too kind.. too weak.
Luna-P mimicked Wicked Lady, as the toy even had a dark smirk to it's round face as well. Dealing with silly little humans, such a time killer. She let herself in to his room, the trim of her dress was wet with the rain that continued to pour outside, and with an appreciation to cool of the night her body shivered to the warmth it now felt within the man's room.
"Preston."