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I've decided to start yet another series (I promise, this wont become too much of a burden!) The aim of the series is to explore kinks in a more direct way, usually they wont be as pornographic as they will be erotic. These will likely range from this (Blood play) to choking, pet play, and anything else that I think should have a dedicated story to show how it really feels and what the appeal is.

Keep an eye out for them in the future.

^^ Happy reading

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James and Iris had always been a loving couple.

Ever since they'd started dating in their teens, the phrases "Love birds" and "Soul mates" had followed them. At parties, they were inseparable, Iris sat across James' lap, drinking and laughing at all of her boyfriends awful dad tier jokes, while James held his pretty lover in ways that only he knew would make her want to find somewhere private.

As they grew up together, and simple, wild teenage sex matured into something more passionate and deep, the pair discovered things about each other, and, after a few long talks, got comfortable with them.

James would pull on his girlfriends hair just as a test, and when her shocked gasp melted into a pleased smirk, it got added to an ever growing list of "Things To Try."

Years later, after most of the friends they'd grown up with had been through several break ups and "True loves", Or found themselves in quiet, but at least solid relationships, the energetic pair still messed around, giggling like high schoolers, just as happy together as they'd always been, and both of them would happily admit that it was thanks to their less than orthodox bedroom antics.

Iris was the first to discover their interest in blood, when her husband had cut his finger chopping vegetables for lunch, only to have his pretty, raven haired wife take his hand in both of hers, lifting and sucking on it, looking up at him through big, honey coloured eyes.

He smiled, and accepted the care, finding a lazy peace in her tongues gentle attentions. About half way through coming up with a joke about lolly pops, he noticed his wife's heavy lidded eyes, her deep, slow breathing, usually something Iris reserved for worshipping her Masters cock with her tongue at night. Right now however, the beautiful woman's practised tongue was lavishing his finger with that same reverence, the tip of her wet tongue running along the slit of the cut, sending a strange shiver of pain up his arm...

It felt cold... It felt... Good?

Over the next couple of weeks, husband and wife would look into this less than usual fetish the same way they had so many others, watching porn together, reading about the different ways to practice it, and occasionally shooting each other very detailed, and very lewd texts on how they'd treat each other with this new found fun.

"Thinkin' about your neck today, just got me so worked up, y'know?"

"I missed having you here for lunch today, I even had a little slip up with the potato peeler xx"

Iris checked her phone one late evening, to find a text, and an image attached, one of her husband holding a knife from his collection, one of of the more slender ones, entirely forged from one piece of metal, its blade holding a shallow curve that gave it an almost fang like appearance.

The text beneath it read.

"Y'know, I've just been holding this for the last few minutes after cleaning it, and now beylikdüzü escort all I can think of is how fun it's be to get it messy all over again... Thinkin' of just dragging it gently across the side of your throat, letting the weight press the blade into you enough to open a tiny little slit all the way... Just enough to see the blood bead up along it... What do you think?"

Iris' eyes flicked up to the ceiling, to the room right above the kitchen, her husbands office where she knew he must have been sitting right now, satisfied with having made his beautiful wife's heart flutter...

She chewed at her lip as a low buzz of something fun started up just below the back of her skull...

"Oh really Sir? You'd give me such a treat just to see my blood?" She sent back, and left her phone on the counter, well aware that she better not get busy with anything too demanding... Iris had a funny feeling that her phone was about to see a lot of very dirty back and forth.

Later that night, the pair were together, alone in their bedroom, only the gently flickering light of candles casting their orange glow over the scene on the huge bed.

Tonight, the rings screwed at the head and foot of the bed were wrapped with long, fine lengths of red silk, their knots tied tight and elegant, both at the rings themselves, and where they bound the beautiful Iris.

Looking up at her husband, it was easy to see why he could still enrapture her with just a few seconds of careful attention. The way his deep blue eyes glittered with an, unwavering, well earned confidence, his smile beneath contrasting with a smirk, still full of bright and boyish malice. He tested all of her bonds once more, and she felt the deceptively delicate pull of silk around her ankles and wrists, keeping them stretched taught away from her body, the fabric feeling so smooth against her equally silky and well taken care of skin.

She was his property after all, at the very least in the bedroom. It was her duty and her desire to look her best for her Master. Her body was smooth everywhere and in every way he liked it to be, her bare pussy shaved carefully during her long hour in the shower as he got the room ready for them, her lower lips already swollen with the anticipation, and a little help from some sneaky strokes she'd enjoyed just outside the room, fuelled by imaginative anticipation, before coming in and presenting her slender body. Her chest was just a little more swollen out since their teenage years, but her waist just as trim, her hips still pressing through her fair skin with a flair he adored and made a point of caressing at least once an evening.

She entered the room after a gentle knock, and receiving his permission to enter. Her body bared, everything she was for him to run his hands over, brush, touch, and tease to his satisfaction, naked except for the collar he fixed around her throat, tied like a corset with black lace at the back of her neck, the black leather etched with intricate, rolling designs, the front adorned with a large, simple, silver ring, heavy enough for her to feel against her vulnerable throat, just above where her collarbones met.

James made her shiver with those touches he caressed her with, taking his place behind her after she entered, her head angled down, respectfully to her Master, and he knew exactly what to say to solidify her in her mental place adana escort for the evening.

"You're ready for your night with me, Darling?" He had asked, his voice dripping with power, undeniable, with control, unbendable, and patience, unending.

"Yes Sir, all ready for your attention, whatever it is you desire Sir..." She responded, soft but not weak, gentle, but strong with a desire to please.

"Very good girl... Do you know what it is I want from you tonight?" He asked, stepping out from behind her, walking a slow, stalking, wolfish circle around his pretty toy, lifting his large, strong hands, running them up along the inner curves of her waist, brushing up, further, against her chest, and finally resting, behind her once again, cupping the weight of her breasts, his fore fingers and thumbs rubbing her tender, erect nipples gently between them, eliciting a gentle draw of breath from his loving slave as she fought the desire to let her head roll back and rest against his shoulders... A good wife knows what her husband wants.

"My... complete submission, Sir..." She told him, only stammering gently as he sent shivers over her sensitive skin with more well placed touches and burning kisses, the press of his bulge against her bare ass, only separated by the thin shorts he wore, the perfect cherry upon this sensation laced treat.

"Perfect... Go and lay down on the bed Darling..." She heard the satisfied smile in his voice without ever seeing it... James so did love toying with his wife's body like that... Making her stumble with the simplest of touches.

Now, here she was, laid on her back against the plush white sheets they'd bought specially for the occasion, and knowing they'd have to be thrown out after tonight.

She gazed up at her lover, straddling her hips as if he needed to make her feel beneath him any more than he already had. Her Master, the man of her dreams, and she smiled as he took up that same knife he'd teased her with, and slowly twirled it between his fingers, making sure she saw every inch of its smooth, clean surface, even catching a flash of herself in the reflection and wishing she'd had a picture of that very second.

James slowly lowered down against her, their bodies meeting with a warmth and a chemistry that felt like it had to be beyond just physical. The sensation of it made her sigh with contentedness, and she wondered if this feeling was their very souls uniting!

Iris' poetic thoughts were interrupted however by her own gasp, one that trailed off into a gentle, almost ghostly whine, as she felt the cold blade press against her skin, just above the little dip where her collarbones met in the middle, the strange, sharp pain dulling the moment the blade was pulled down, cutting a single, straight slit down, into that dip, leaving behind a warm, burning pain that hurt so good. It was entirely new to her, but she already could feel that she wanted more.

His blade lifted, only to come back down once again, and send those shivers of pain through her body with an irresistible urge to let out shuddering breath, her eyes opening, though she didn't know she'd closed them in her bliss, and above her she saw her lovers eyes fixated on the red line he'd drew, so shallow into her skin.

Seeing her James fixated on her like that, a primal want and need in his eyes made her part her full red lips and speak, a smile twitching the afyon escort corners of her mouth.

"Please Sir... Mark me, Sir?" She asked, a quaver in her voice that she didn't bother to hide, as she swallowed hard, watching as his eyes followed the lump in her throat descend...

Her beloved favoured her with a smile then, and lifted two fingers to the deep, wine red pool of blood in the centre of her collarbone, just beneath where the ring glinted so nicely in the candle light. He dipped his finger slowly into the small pool, and lifted it once, slowly to his mouth, dragging the blood coated fingers on his tongue before moving with a swift elegance, his lips falling to meet hers, already parted, her tongue ready.

She met his tongue in a furious dance, licking at it and fighting to taste as much of his blood gift as she could, the metallic taste tinged with something sweet but otherwise unexplainable, something that to her almost felt ritualistic and sacred... Something she could never share with anyone but her beloved James.

Too soon, the taste faded, and he pulled away, both of them breathing hard, his eyes falling back to his wife's bloodied neck, the heaving, heavy breathing from the prolonged kiss making the blood run down both sides of her neck like a beautiful tattoo...

Now that gave him an idea.

James once again dipped his fingers into the refreshed pooling of his wife's precious blood, but this time took her word to heart, and used his fingers in a way that felt so primitive... But then again so right.

He drew upon his wife's pale canvas of a body, slowly dragging thick strokes of her blood, down, around, and under her breasts, loving the stark contrast of crimson on pale peach, dragging back up to finish at her nipples, both times stopping just before his touch upon them would set her mind to a burning passion.

Instead, he saw the prickling, static need in her deep honey eyes as she opened her mouth, just to show him even more submission, as if she hadn't already given enough. Her husband accepted the offering though, and took once more the fingers, dipping just one this time, and then moving it down, holding it just barley above Iris' stiff , swollen, rosey nipple, holding it there, until he knew she could feel the presence of something there and he could see it driving her mad, fighting the urge to lift her chest and!-

He pressed the finger gently, just enough for the drop of blood to meet the nipple and run down over it, breaking the built up tension in her body as she let out a low sound of still hungering lust. The drop of blood coated her nipple in such a pretty shade of passionate red, the blood spilling out and joining the rest of the spiral pattern he'd daubed upon her flesh.

James went through the motion again, slow, steady, unwilling to rush and give it to her until again he saw her more bestial parts of her mind screaming to lift her chest and take the single drop that meant so much more to her lust riddled mind.

This time, when he gave her that tiny drop, a passionate sound left her, satisfaction and then quickly a need for more! Giving in to her need, Iris opened her mouth wide, displaying her still gently red stained tongue for her Master to see, and already he knew what that next step would be.

As James coated his fingers thoroughly in the last pool of blood he would get from that series of cuts, he knew that the next step, fingering his wife's pretty mouth, sating her hunger with the welcomed violation of with fingers slick in her own blood would drive her wild... The erection pressing painfully against his shorts didn't see a single problem with letting all hell break loose after that.