Her bedroom was everything an ultimately feminine bedroom would be. The ceiling was so high above them, the dimensions of the room could only be guessed at. Frieze work of frolicking wolves danced around the walls. The massive bed was draped with gauzy fabric, and it shimmered and slithered with the slightest breath. The bed fabrics themselves were heavy damask--ancient and expensive to say the least. Rose-colored and chased with gold threading, it looked as if it were unused. The other furniture beside the bed was a vanity on the far wall away from the doors.
A vanity with no mirror.
There was also a low, green couch, and an oaken highboy on the left of the bed. Floor to ceiling windows let the night in. The rug underfoot was plush rose pile. The walls were covered in silken wallpaper, blood red roses twisting and twining up the walls, their colors bleeding together.
And around the room, candles flickered...100? 200? Of all sizes and shapes, in sconces and on the floor, and even with them brightly lit, twilight still held sway.
She dragged them both through the double doors by their balls, 1 growling, 2 whining. When she finally let go of them, 1 thought, I'll have her. He had been planning it all the way up the stairs...she lets go, I pounce.
She let go slowly, her nails scratching at them. 1 gathered his feet under him and suddenly threw himself at her.
He landed hard on the floor, sliding into the highboy, the wind knocked out of him.
"In a hurry, 1?" she politely inquired, tittering lightly.
"Bitch...stupid, fucking bitch!" he howled, getting back to his feet quickly. He ran at her, swinging his huge arms.
He never made it. She swept down and grabbed the rings in his cock, pulling them up sharply. It was as if 1 were now made of stone, stopped in the middle of his run. He slowly put his arms down, the only thought running through his head, let go, letgoletgoletgoyousillybitch.
She pulled harder, and he went up on his toes, a deep rumbling moan forming in his throat. "Please..."
"Please, what, 1?"
"Please...please let go." He meekly replied, sweating, hating himself even more.
She smiled, the ivory of her teeth standing sharply out in the darkness. "OK. As long as you behave." One big final tug. Letting go, he fell to his knees, clutching himself.
"2."
"Ma'am?" came the timid reply.
"Unlace me."
He swiftly moved across the room to her, skirting around his sore Brother, and giving him only the slightest pitiful glance. She stood so regal, so proud, as if she were taller than the house itself. He felt very, very small. Reaching her, he could not meet her eyes, only gazed at the floor, the spot between her feet. His hands moved up, long fingers grasping at the ribbons that held the corset together. Slowly, he pulled the satin ribbon undone, and gathered the deep red ribbon to himself.
She pulled the corset off, keeping her back to her two pets. Laying it across the highboy, she then said, "2."
"Ma'am?" he whispered.
"My panties, pup. They need to go as well."
Shivering, he reached his hands out and grasped the waistband of the lacy panties. He drew them down, revealing her fine, heart shaped ass. She lifted one delicate, small foot and then the other. Her hair came down past her waist, a deep chestnut that burned with a fire all its own. The candlelight shined off her smooth, ivory skin.
