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Unbound Boxes Limping Gods: Disconnected Stories: Issue # 619: Helga Ritter Part 5

Retreating from the top deck, Helga Ritter rushes towards her laboratory, to secure the DNA samples of the cloned Merek twins. Her entire project has been compromised by the arrival of aggressive biological weapons, bearing resemblance to the original weapon, Xan Medani. (Unbound Boxes will return on Wednesday 6th December, as the writer has broken. Please catch up on back stories here. Thank you…

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Sucker for Pain(A. Black smut)

I’ve just been on an Aleister kick as of lately so here we go again with my favorite fuckery. It’s a smut where the reader is intentionally being a brat.

WC: 2426 words, no plot really

Warnings(oh boy, so many) smut, MxF sex, wax play, bondage, spanking, use of a riding crop, use of blindfold, D/s relationship (sir/darling in Danish) premeditated brattiness, slight orgasm denial, coming in reader, I think that’s it

I watched, intrigued, as Aleister entered the house, and I continued putting away the pizza that I ordered as my dinner then greeted,”Hey baby, how was work this week?” His head snapped up and just by the look in his eyes, I knew that the week didn’t go well.

He dug into the small box that I made into sort of a catch all then pulled his wedding band out, slipping it back on as he began recounting what happened during his work week, “Let me count the ways. First, I had a meeting with the McMahons and they told me that I needed to calm down with my heel tendencies.”

“Well you have been being a bit bigger dick to everyone more on-screen lately.” I chimed offhandedly, shutting the fridge door. He raised an eyebrow at me, as if he was insulted at my cutting in, but continued talking nonetheless, “Then Baron cancelled the trip to Boston for the concert that we were supposed to go to because his wife misses him, which is completely understandable-“

“Yes, well, I’m sure you’ll find a concert closer to home to go to. You two always manage to.” I murmured, petting Totty as he passed me by the counter. His lips twitched to the side and said, ”You’re being awfully.. how to put this- ah yes, chatty.” I gave a small, sheepish smile and waved him on to continue as we entered the bedroom, Aleister toeing off his shoes as he moved on to his next problem,”Then, Gargano told me that they were moving the Superstar Shakeup back later in the year, which will-“

“Fuck up the travel schedule and I know you hate when that happens, love.”

“If you interrupt me one more time, I swear to God, I’m going to make you regret it.” Aleister warned, his blue eyes flickering with something familiar in the look. My fingers twitched against the door and I licked my lips at his threat, tempted to bother him once more, then watched as he pulled his loose tie from underneath his collar, snapping it taut. I bit down on my bottom lip and stared intently as he twisted the tie in his hands, warning, “If you keep up with this little.. act, my dear, you will not like the consequences.”

I inched a little closer into the room, shutting the door behind me to prevent Totty from entering, then said,”I’m sorry, Aleister, I’m just not sure as to what you mean.” He draped the tie on the back of the chair that he was standing behind then unbuttoned the first three buttons to his dress shirt, popping the collar upwards. I stared at the tattoos peeking past the somewhat open shirt and I met his gaze, just as he licked his lips and quirked an eyebrow.

“Is that so? You’re telling me that you’re not intentionally being a little brat, in hopes that I might punish you, my love?” I stepped to him, tilting my head up to kiss at his throat, then murmured,”No, of course not, Aleister. You know that I would never be intentionally bratty. Especially when you’ve had such a long and hard week.” He ran his fingers through my hair briefly then grabbed a fistful of the stands, pulling backwards to expose my throat in return.

“You, lovely, are a liar. I know that you’re being a brat on purpose. When you text out your weekend plans to Candice, be sure that you’re sending it to her and not me.” I gasped and yanked out my phone, muttering,”No, no, please tell me that I didn’t- I did.”

There, staring me in the face, was my message that was supposed to go to Candice, aka My Killer Queen in my phone. Instead, I was sent my message,”I’m going to be a brat to Aleister so he will punish me this weekend.”to My King Patient. No wonder my best friend hasn’t texted me back. I flickered my eyes up towards him then he plucked my phone from my half limp hand, turning off the screen, before he set it on the desk.

“I was going to be gentle on you since I figured that you weren’t doing this intentionally. However, since this is premeditated, I think I need to do a… bit harder punishment than we usually do.” I could feel my eyes practically sparkle at his words then he pulled me in by my waist, asking, “Are you sure about this?” I nodded and he cupped my jaw, ordering,”You know better than that. Words, my lieverd.” Darling, possibly my favorite endearment when we played.

“Yes, Mijnheer.” Sir, something that I was instructed to call him almost always in the bedroom. He gave a nod then grabbed his tie, waving his hand towards the bed, and stated,”Go lay down, lieverd, so I can decide on what your punishment will be.” I did as he asked, shedding my clothes, minus my panties.

He gave a satisfied nod and tied my hands above my head with the silk ropes that we keep in the bedside dresser then blindfolded me with his tie, leaving me somewhat relaxed against the mound of pillows at the headboards. Aleister tsked at me and murmured,”I sincerely wished you would have told me that you wanted to play this weekend instead of acting like this.”

“I’m sorry, Mijnheer. I just didn’t know how to bring it up.” He slapped my thigh and bit out,”Don’t lie to me, lieverd. You know exactly how to bring it up but you wanted to push me until I snapped. And now, here we are.” I gave a small, defeated sigh and admitted in a small voice,”I’m so sorry, Mijnheer.” With a quiet chuckle, I heard the hiss of a match striking then he said,”You may be sorry now… but you’re really going to regret your series of choices afterwards.” He blew out the flame of the match then he murmured,”Such pretty skin. Truly, I hate to do this, but I know that you won’t learn if I don’t do it. Breathe, little one. I won’t hurt you… too much.”

With his final words, hot liquid dribbled onto my shoulder and I hissed at the heat, then gasped as the wax began to harden, almost suctioning to my skin. We had only experimented with wax play three times before this and Aleister was always careful where he put the wax. He chuckled as I fidgeted against my restraints then he pressed a hand to the knot holding me to the headboard, before he warned,”Stay still or I’ll bind your legs as well.”

I froze at his threat then relaxed as he murmured, ”That’s my good little lieverd. Just… relax.” He allowed the next few droplets to claim a place on my collarbone, slowly moving in closer. I bit my lip, knowing that I was supposed to make noise, then tilted my head backwards as he slapped my thigh again, followed by a trickle of the wax on the light mark he left.

“You’re being awfully defiant today. Do you want me to bring out the crop and show you why you shouldn’t be a brat to me?” Aleister asked, tone wavering between his calm and the irritation creeping upwards. I licked my lips and he gripped my other thigh in warning, growling out,”Is that what you want, little one? You want me to spank you with the crop until you’re begging for me to stop?”

“Whatever you see fit as my punishment, Mijnheer.” I responded, knowing exactly how to bait him into giving me what I want. He drew in a breath then dribbled wax over both of my nipples, forcing a soft cry from my mouth. He gave a small laugh and asked,”Aww, did that hurt?”

“You know damn well that it did.” I bit out then sunk my teeth into my lip to prevent anything else from slipping out. He paused and set the candle back down on the dresser, blowing out the flame, then he said, “So that is how you want to play? Right then, little one, be careful what you want.” He twisted me onto my front and hissed in my ear, ”You’re really pushing me, my lovely. But I’m about to show you why you shouldn’t test me.”

Aleister pressed his chest to my back and I could tell that he still wore his dress shirt but it was fully unbuttoned, hanging around his shoulders, and his slacks brushed against my thighs. He kissed at my neck, trying to put my mind at ease, then I felt the leather crop slide up my thigh and he pulled away, leaving me trembling with the anticipation and prickle of fear resounding in my body.

“Naughty lieverd. Ah well, time to teach you a lesson.” He flicked his wrist and the crop claimed a spot on the left cheek of my ass,but I didn’t give him the satisfaction of a sound. He traced the shape of my bottom with the crop then asked, “Still not giving in? Don’t worry, I’ll make you submit, brat.” Aleister had infinite patience and that was always something that drew my punishments longer than I was used to.

He used the crop on both my ass and upper thighs until I was sobbing, begging for his acceptance of my apology,”I’m so sorry, Mijnheer, so sorry! I shouldn’t have tested you like this! Please forgive me! So sorry, I’ll never do it again!” He allowed the crop to dance over my skin as he debated on whether my apology was good enough, then he delivered one final hit: right between my thigh, managing to catch my clit. I fell from my knees with a scream, attempting to curl upwards, then he unbound my hands but didn’t take away my blindfold.

“Please, Sir, may I take off the blindfold? I want to see you, please?” I murmured, fingers twitching against his thighs as he pulled me into his lap. He kissed at my throat, occasionally leaving a hickey wherever he pleased, then asked, “Are you going to be good for me, little darling?” I gave a nod then murmured,”Yes, I will be good. Please, Mijnheer, I just want to see you.” I felt him loosen the tie and I blinked a few times after he pulled away, trying to regain my vision.

“There is my beautiful girl. Now are you ready for my cock, lieverd?” I stared down at his dick straining against the material of his slacks then asked in a soft voice,”Would it be alright if I undressed you first?” He gave a small laugh then nodded his approval, watching with intrigued eyes as I pushed the shirt off his shirt, dragging my nails gently through the hair speckled across his chest, and I occasionally traced a tattoo before moving further down. I paused at his waistband and looked up for his approval, receiving a nod in return. I unbuttoned the dress pants and drug the zipper downwards before I inched the slacks down over his thighs then yanked them off.

Aleister smiled down at me then pulled me upwards, causing me to gasp as I settled against his dick, rocking gently. He gripped my hips then stroked his cock, pressing it to my cunt, and questioned,”Are you ready for me, my love?” I gave a quick nod, answering,”Yes, I am, please just fuck me!” With a smirk only Aleister could pull off, he slammed me downwards, my hips rocking immediately for more friction.

He groaned as I did so then I sucked a hickey on his shoulder, knowing that I couldn’t put marks on his neck or anywhere on his chest. He tangled his hand in my hair then used his free hand to guide me back and forth, fucking me even though I was on top. He pulled me closer then I accepted his kiss, mimicking his nibbles and licks, before he asked,”So, did you get what you wanted, little one?”

“Not quite, Mijnheer, I still haven’t been able to come on your cock.” I replied, giving a small smile. He chuckled and he rolled the two of us, landing me on my back before stating,”Well, I suppose that I could remedy that.” He rolled his hips into mine then pressed his thumb to my clit.

“All you had to do was ask politely.” I bit my lip at his statement and murmured,”Please, Aleister, please make me come!” He gave a sharp thrust and rubbed against the spot that made me melt against him. He pressed loosely against my throat then asked,”Is that what you truly want, my lieverd? You want to come on my cock? Am I allowed to come in your cunt in return?” At this point, I had no shame and I knew damn good and well that the only thing that I wanted more than my orgasm was Aleister filling me until he couldn’t anymore.

“Good, little one. That’s very good because I am going to come in you until I can’t anymore.”he informed me, rolling circles into my clit harder. I gasped for air, not because of his hand on my throat- oh no- but the pleasure that was consuming me from the inside out. I rutted against him, skin slapping against skin, then he ordered, ”Come. Come now or you won’t be coming anymore tonight.”

I screamed wordlessly as I began to come and his pace changed when he joined me on cloud nine. He lifted his head from the crook of my neck after we basked in our post orgasms glow then he asked,”Are you alright, my love?” I gave a timid nod and murmured,”So alright. Thank you, Mijnheer.”

“Mm, you’re very welcome, darling. I will go grab something to clean us up with.” I nodded in thanks, cuddling into my pillow when he began to wipe away the combined fluids from both of our thighs.

“Well, it’s a good thing I’m on the pill.” He laughed in response and kissed me before he placed the dirty item in the laundry basket then joined me on the bed, wrapping the two of us under the comforter.

“Thank you for playing with me, my love.” I cuddled into his chest and murmured in return, ”Thank you for indulging my ridiculous attitude when you came home.”

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Interview with a Writer - Part Two

Interview with a Writer – Part Two

*** Continued from Part One*** The first interview post was regarding Cheryl’s blog and how she manages to keep up the tempo with her writing and sketching. This one, here, is closer to my heart because in this one I am more of a fellow writer and less of a fan boy. In the last post, I touched upon her multi-universes and how I go gaga over it. In this one here I have tried delving a little…

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Unbound Boxes Limping Gods: Disconnected Stories: Issue # 365: Life After Death Part 2

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Unbound Boxes Limping Gods: Disconnected Stories: Issue # 618: A Message of Monsters Part 5

After spending months gathering intelligence onboard Floating Asylum ship one, a wounded Xan materialises with Aïcha, onto a half-submerged mountain, Volcan Los Atlixcos, overlooking the Floating Asylum ship, that they have just escaped from. Xan’s back story, set in Mexico (3992)

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Unbound Boxes Limping Gods: Disconnected Stories: Issue # 617: Aïcha Merek De Somme Part 2

After Eldenath had walked her to her mother’s cottage in their grounds, and said good night, Aïcha still felt useless, and decided to head towards the walk-in wig wardrobe, which contained all her mother’s wigs, given by her fans, after she lost her hair. Kat didn’t want it in the main house, as it contained hundreds of wigs and took up a lot of space. But Aïcha, had a gift, and that was to style…

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Unbound Boxes Limping Gods: Disconnected Stories: Issue # 608: The Right Eldenath

On her way back to her grandmother’s house, after walking her aunt Aïcha to the cottage, Eldenath heard footsteps approaching from behind. (Happy almost Birthday, Mum. You are one of the kindest, funniest and sweetest people on this earth. Thank you for all that you are and all that you do. Come on Barbie, let’s go party.) Eldenath’s back story, set in LA, on Civil Earth (1277 FD)

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Unbound Boxes Limping Gods: Disconnected Stories: Issue # 607: Aïcha Merek De Somme

After witnessing her mother Alexand help her mother Katherine to bed, Aïcha watched the room empty of people. She sits on the sofa, as Farokh and Eldenath squabble about abandoning their rehearsals. Aicha’s back story, set in LA on Civil Earth (1277 FD)

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Unbound Boxes Limping Gods: Disconnected Stories: Issue # 601: Seeing Through Time Part 3

General Edith MehXian attempted to persuade Alexand to accompany her to Mexico, as per their orders received from Guild Master Heyem Merek. This version of her granddaughter is tricky and has an agenda which conflicts with her duty. Edith’s back story, set on Civil Earth, Cairo (1277 FD)

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Unbound Boxes Limping Gods: Disconnected Stories: Issue # 575: All We Need is Your Blood Part 2

Unbound Boxes Limping Gods: Disconnected Stories: Issue # 575: All We Need is Your Blood Part 2

Posing as Kyo-ashita warriors, charged with the rehabilitation of the ex-Haernyara, Anya Ranyevzsky, Future Alexand, (Creya Johal) and her grandchildren, Eldenath and Zero, head towards the deck of the Kyuunansen. Anya’s back story, set onboard the Kyuunansen (3992)

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Unbound Boxes Limping Gods: Disconnected Stories: Issue # 640: Someone Else’s War

Eldenath watches from the ship’s deck, as the last of the haernyarn disappears from the sky, and from the decks. Her fellow warriors and an army of Kyo-ashita have defeated the threat and contained the outbreak. Eldenath Balsara, Onboard Floating Asylum Ship One, Mexico (3992)

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Unbound Boxes Limping Gods: Disconnected Stories: Issue # 639: True Monsters

As a result of Lord Anderson’s warning, President Allerton had to interrupt his three-week vacation in the Bahamas to hold an emergency conference with other Knights of the Amanojuko President Allerton Russia, (3992)

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Unbound Boxes Limping Gods: Disconnected Stories: Issue # 638: The Monster

Back on Civil Earth in 1277 FD Alexand and Katherine’s mansion is emptying of guests. The children have made their way to bed, Inajda and her ex haernyara friend and ward, Anya, sit by the pool, as the full moon reflects on the water. Inajda Rekaya, Civil Earth, Los Angeles (1277 FD)  

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Unbound Boxes Limping Gods: Disconnected Stories: Issue # 637: The Right Asenath

After being invited (obligated) to attend an ancient but important battle, by her Guild Master, (Heyem Merek,) Future Asenath Bomani, President of the Kyo-ashita army, who resides on the second cloned earth, Martial Earth (in the year, 1277 FD) arrives just in time to witness her great great granddaughter, Hope and the broody Guild Master’s General, take control of the Floating Asylum…

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Unbound Boxes Limping Gods: Disconnected Stories: Issue # 636: Filius Anderson Part 8

Lord Anderson has planted bugs all over Floating Asylum Ship One, and listens in complete resignation, from the safety of his castle in Moscow, as Helga’s ship is being taken over by the enemy. Filius Anderson, Russia (3992)

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Unbound Boxes Limping Gods: Disconnected Stories: Issue # 635: Inside the Floating Asylum Part 2

Future Alexand, tormented by memories of her torture in a different life, battles her way towards the Guard Tower, alongside three versions of her grandfather, Xan Medani, to emancipate the captive inmates onboard Floating Asylum Ship One. (For Nana.) Future Alexand, set onboard Floating Asylum Ship One, Mexico (3992)

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