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[nodyingyoung]

[OOC: For TFLN overflow and the like.]

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TFLN for puuurrfect

[nodyingyoung]

[OOC: From here.]

See, doesn't that sound like it'd take more skill? I'll pencil you in.

yes good ❤️

[puuurrfect]

I'll wear my running shoes. Just in case.

( and a niiiiice, solid pause later... )

That's really your biggest regret?

:)

[nodyingyoung]

No. But it's the one I can do something about.

[puuurrfect]

That's fair.

I think my biggest regret is getting ( lol stealing ) the Cartier Masse Secret Panther watch with the white wristband instead of the black.

[nodyingyoung]

And now you get your question back at you: is that really the biggest regret?

[puuurrfect]

( la la la gentle deflection. )

Absolutely.

It doesn't go with any of my outfits. What else is there to regret besides disastrous fashion choices?

[nodyingyoung]

[He'll let it go for now.]

Which is why I stick to black or very, very dark gray.

[puuurrfect]

At least we'll never have to worry about our outfits clashing.

( thought she really does love that watch, and will definitely be wearing it come friday — clashing or not. )

[nodyingyoung]

No, I leave colors to my other partners.

TFLN for spellsbackwards

[nodyingyoung]

[OOC: From here.]

That is horrible.

But not inaccurate.

[spellsbackwards]

Oooh, flattery. I think. I can't say I've ever given much thought beyond my waxing appointments.

[nodyingyoung]

Well, now you know. It's a very pretty pussy.

[spellsbackwards]

I think I like it better when hearing you sing its praises while you're availing yourself of it.

[nodyingyoung]

Is that an invitation? Because it has been a while since I've gotten a chance to really get a good look.

[spellsbackwards]

It could be. Providing you want to do more than look.

[nodyingyoung]

Oh, I intend to conduct a very thorough examination. Plus make sure everything's in good working order.

[spellsbackwards]

Mm, looking to play doctor, are we? Just make sure your hands are warm.

[spellsbackwards]

The agreement was simple. If he could get her into restraints that she couldn't escape, either magically or mundanely, he could do anything he wanted once she signaled her defeat. It took a few tries and a few different positions, but eventually, he had her, back arched over a padded bench, with her wrists secured in padded cuffs in the center of a spreader bar that locked her ankles in place, with ropes holding her knees wide apart on the bench. A gag was firmly secured in her mouth, and a blindfold that blocked all light from reaching her eyes.

Maybe, technically, she could have gotten out of this, given enough time and some painful dislocations, but she was honestly reaching the point where losing this little contest felt like it would be much more fun than winning.

She'd dressed in one of her stage getups for the exercise, though the tuxedo jacket had been tossed aside in a previous escape, leaving her in corset, bra, tiny ruffled shell top, panties, and, of course, the fishnets and over-the-knee boots.

[nodyingyoung]

He could have told himself that it was simply an exercise in escapology and restraints, that Zatanna was assisting him in learning even more tricks of the trade that he'd once picked up from her father. But immobilizing a suspect or a threat was a very different animal than what he was doing to her, even though most of his ideas had balanced between the two intentions.

But now, it seemed, he finally bested her. Not only had he trapped one of the finest escape artists in the world, he'd rendered her into one of the most arousingly arranged positions he'd ever seen. With her back forced into such an arch, it highlighted the generous curves of her ass, covered only partly by her trunks and stockings.

Bruce moved closer, running a finger over the curve of that ass, and up along her spine. "All right, Zee, let's have the verdict. Have I got you?"

[spellsbackwards]

"Uhm hmm." It was the best she could manage with the gag between her teeth, forcing saliva to start to coat her lips. It was that gag that made her position that much more inescapable, unable to speak, let alone speak backwards to free herself. The cuffs and ropes pull her body taught in such a way that she can't pull herself free, no matter how she squirms- and she does squirm, especially when his hand runs over her body.

[nodyingyoung]

Bruce understands that muffled response well enough and grins. "Go me. And now, I'll be right back to enjoy the moment as thoroughly as possible."

He moves away from the bench for a few moments, passing out of Zee's line of sight only to return soon after, carrying a closed duffel bag. Bruce leans down and kisses her forehead. "Goody bag," he explains. "I've got some new toys I think we're going to really enjoy."

Stepping around behind Zatanna, he sets the bag down. Returning to the bound woman, his fingers find the waistband of her panties and fishnets and pulls down. "Hmmm. Oh well, it's not like I can't afford to get you more," he says nonchalantly before tearing them open to expose her from waist to knees. He goes back to the bag and unzips it, rummaging around to find a good candidate for his first implement.

[spellsbackwards]

She listens to his heavy steps, and the sound of the bag rustling, and his voice, and she can already feel her heart rate spike, the adrenaline normally reserved for only her most daring of on-stage escapes combined with growing arousal. Her nipples stiffen under cloth when he rips the fabric covering her below the waist away. She's already wet, has been since the start of their struggle to restrain her, growing even more excited with each subsequent loss of control. Her freedom of movement, her ability to speak, her sight. By the time he exposes her pussy, she's absolutely slick, her clit swollen and tender. The muscles in her thighs visibly tensed and relaxed, pulling against the position the ropes pulled them into.

[nodyingyoung]

The scent of Zatanna's arousal fills Bruce's senses, sparking against his instincts and drawing a low growl out of him. He turns back in the woman's direction to find the pussy that's spread open and on display for him already dripping and pink. "God, Zee," he groans, "I've never met anyone I've enjoyed turning on more than you." Bruce leans in, gives her a lick, then goes back to the bag.

Soon enough, he's made his choice. There's a whistle of something moving through the air and something lands to either side of Zatanna's head. On one shoulder is a loose bundle of thin leather strips, and on the other a bundle of silken rope, each strand sporting small knots at irregular intervals.

"Don't worry, I won't ask you to count," Bruce says, then withdraws the two floggers. With one in each hand, he begins raining them down onto Zee's taut ass cheeks. The speed and strength and direction are all random, making sure she can't anticipate the blows.

[spellsbackwards]

The sensation of his tongue against her pussy draws a long moan out of her- and a pleading little whimper when he stops. And then a series of startled yelps when the leather and silk strike her ass, making her muscles twitch and clench with each strike. She bites down on the gag, crying out louder when the strands lash out more towards her thighs, and the rope is pulled tight when she tries (and, of course, fails) to pull her legs together.

[nodyingyoung]

Bruce is at it for a few minutes, the varying severity of the blows allowing him to draw thing out longer than if he'd been after a shorter, more intense sensation for Zee. Instead, he painted her ass and thighs with pink streaks of varying hue and shape. "Your ass always did look good in pink," he drawled, continuing the onslaught from both floggers until he was satisfied with the results.

Zatanna's flesh was nearly glowing, and juices from her pussy had flowed all the way down both of her legs. "Nod if you're doing all right and if you're ready for me to find our next toy."