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b2mem2019-03-05 08:55 am
erulissedances) wrote in b2mem2019-03-05 08:55 am
CHAMBER OF SECRETS by Erulisse (one L)
B2MeM Prompt, Card and Number:B12, 31, Inspirational, 33, Secure, 36, Majesty, 103, Windows, mirrors and statues, (136, Toys), 183, a bonfire
Format: ficlet
Genre: kink
Rating: R
Warnings: hints of D/s consensual bondage and torture
Characters: Thranduil, Haldir
Summary:Haldir, delivering a message to Thranduil, picks up a long-held relationship of Dom/sub with Thranduil.
CHAMBER OF SECRETS
“Is the room secure?” Haldir asked his companion as they walked through the labyrinth of the caverns.
“Not only is it secure, it is nearly soundproof and I’ve stationed the guards distant enough that any cries won’t be heard. I spent some of the last few months researching through the library for suitable ‘inspirational’ exercises. I think I found the perfect one for us to do tonight.”
“Then lead on, Majesty,” the Marchwarden said, the smile on his face not matched by the exhaustion of his eyes.
Thranduil cast his friend and sometime lover a sharp look. Haldir looked drawn and on edge; tense and ready to fly apart.
“I had a few new toys made,” he said as he led the way up a narrow causeway. “I suspect my new flogger might be just the thing to help you tonight.” He could hear Haldir’s increased heartbeat and his momentary stuttered breath. “I also had some of the walls silvered so that you can see how beautiful you look while you’re under my lash.”
A soft whimper of anticipation came from the Marchwarden as they reached a locked door. The King pulled a key from his jerkin, unlocked the heavy door, and ushered Haldir inside the chamber. A variety of appliances awaited them – platforms, benches, cuffs and chains, to name just a few. All, when used properly by the King, promised Haldir’s release from the pressures and tensions of his position in Lothlorien. Thranduil was an expert with the lash, he practiced on orcish prisoners to gain pinpoint accuracy.
“I’ve scheduled a bonfire tonight to celebrate the beginning of Firith. We’ll use some of the dropped tree limbs from the last storm. It would please me if you would attend as my guest.”
“I am at your command, as always, Master,” Haldir said as he closed the door behind them.
Format: ficlet
Genre: kink
Rating: R
Warnings: hints of D/s consensual bondage and torture
Characters: Thranduil, Haldir
Summary:Haldir, delivering a message to Thranduil, picks up a long-held relationship of Dom/sub with Thranduil.
CHAMBER OF SECRETS
“Is the room secure?” Haldir asked his companion as they walked through the labyrinth of the caverns.
“Not only is it secure, it is nearly soundproof and I’ve stationed the guards distant enough that any cries won’t be heard. I spent some of the last few months researching through the library for suitable ‘inspirational’ exercises. I think I found the perfect one for us to do tonight.”
“Then lead on, Majesty,” the Marchwarden said, the smile on his face not matched by the exhaustion of his eyes.
Thranduil cast his friend and sometime lover a sharp look. Haldir looked drawn and on edge; tense and ready to fly apart.
“I had a few new toys made,” he said as he led the way up a narrow causeway. “I suspect my new flogger might be just the thing to help you tonight.” He could hear Haldir’s increased heartbeat and his momentary stuttered breath. “I also had some of the walls silvered so that you can see how beautiful you look while you’re under my lash.”
A soft whimper of anticipation came from the Marchwarden as they reached a locked door. The King pulled a key from his jerkin, unlocked the heavy door, and ushered Haldir inside the chamber. A variety of appliances awaited them – platforms, benches, cuffs and chains, to name just a few. All, when used properly by the King, promised Haldir’s release from the pressures and tensions of his position in Lothlorien. Thranduil was an expert with the lash, he practiced on orcish prisoners to gain pinpoint accuracy.
“I’ve scheduled a bonfire tonight to celebrate the beginning of Firith. We’ll use some of the dropped tree limbs from the last storm. It would please me if you would attend as my guest.”
“I am at your command, as always, Master,” Haldir said as he closed the door behind them.
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