[ the message comes through around mid-afternoon. it’s not really a message, per se, but a photograph. caitlin sits on the edge of their bed, reclining back on one elbow. her other arm, obviously, used to hold up her device. her hair is damp, the strands turning wavy as they dry. she bites her lip as she smirks up at the camera. there’s a plush towel wrapped around her loosely, the edge fallen enough to threaten to show one of her pierced nipples. ]
( Imriel smiles at his device for a moment before tucking it away and finishing his business at the print shop. He likes his work, naturally, but he wants to be at a different sort of work just now.
He makes his way home quickly and lets himself in, wondering exactly how he'll find Caitlin. Is she on her knees? On the bed? There to greet him at the door? )
[ caitlin’s had an hour to let her imagination run wild with possibilities. imriel always found little ways to surprise her, to identify and initiate things she’d thought of but hadn’t spoken about. and just as she’s had an hour, he has too, though he had some actual work to think about as well. ]
In here! [ she calls out from their bedroom, the door half open. it’s enough to offer some modesty if nathaniel came home before imriel while allowing her to hear and be heard.
she kneels at the foot of the bed, still wrapped in just a towel. (it’s not as if the cold would bother her anyway.) an assortment of ropes is laid out on the bed above her. ]
( It pleases him to find her kneeling at the foot at the bed, undressed. He hadn't specified anything for her so to know that this is how she intended to offer herself means that they have established certain rules and he is glad for it; some things he doesn't want to discuss every time. )
[ she smiles at the praise, her face lighting up with it and the sight of him. anticipation bubbles up inside of her. she unwinds the towel from her body, quickly folding it to set aside. her hands rest in her knees as she gazes up at him.
caitlin loves doing this for him. being prepared and waiting for him. if she were to ever quit crimson, she could see herself spending her days like this. ]
( Imriel would never ask her to quit Crimson because he thinks it's important that he isn't the only figure in Caitlin's life but he thinks he would be very happy if she was only ever like this for him.
He draws close enough to put his hands through her hair and strokes it for a moment before asking her to stand. )
On the bed. The way I'm tying you, you won't want to be on the ground.
[ caitlin leans into his touch, her scalp tingling as his fingers moved and stroked. fuck, she loves it when he plays with her hair. and pulls on it, sometimes hard enough to force her head back and forcing her mouth open with a gasp.
she climbs to her feet. ]
Sitting? Lying down? [ she takes up a spot on the edge of the bed, legs dangling. ] I am putty in your hands.
[ she trusts him implicitly, of course. the reinforcement just adds to that security. and it’s a turn-on.
caitlin swings her legs up and turns so that she can lay on her back, just like she would do at his side at night. she wiggles her feet at him as she puts her arms slightly out to her sides, waiting for his next instruction. ]
You really are the best submissive, Caitlin. I never have to tell you anything twice. I like that about that.
( Imriel strokes his fingers down the length of her and back up, cupping her breasts and toying with her nipple piercings for a moment before taking a length of rope to bind her hands over her head. )
[ her nipples tighten, harden into peaks, as he toys with them. she wiggles slightly in the bed as if settling into the mattress further. getting comfortable. caitlin lifts her arms over her head, hands against the headboard for him. ]
My obedience without question or hesitation? Yes, it’s only for you.
Good. I would not like to share that with someone else. Love as you wish, of course, but I still have my little jealousies.
( Imriel supposes he doesn't need the ties but he likes the look of them and moves to fetch the lengths of silken rope he prefers for this. He only binds her hands together above her head and not to the headboard itself. That may come later on. )
[ she looks at him as she twists her wrists in the bindings. not that she thinks his knots will give or the rope is loose. it’s a habit, to test whatever bondage she’s in. it’s reassuring, know she’s secure.
of course, she gets jealous. caitlin is jealous of everyone else that barry dates. everyone else that imriel may have sex with. it’s ridiculous and impractical, and she’d never act on it. she isn’t about to limit anyone. ]
I do. Sometimes I wonder what you do with other people.
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Besides, I think I want you to save putting your back into it for later.
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Yes, Sir.
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He makes his way home quickly and lets himself in, wondering exactly how he'll find Caitlin. Is she on her knees? On the bed? There to greet him at the door? )
Caitlin? I'm home.
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In here! [ she calls out from their bedroom, the door half open. it’s enough to offer some modesty if nathaniel came home before imriel while allowing her to hear and be heard.
she kneels at the foot of the bed, still wrapped in just a towel. (it’s not as if the cold would bother her anyway.) an assortment of ropes is laid out on the bed above her. ]
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Perfectly presented. Take off the towel.
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caitlin loves doing this for him. being prepared and waiting for him. if she were to ever quit crimson, she could see herself spending her days like this. ]
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He draws close enough to put his hands through her hair and strokes it for a moment before asking her to stand. )
On the bed. The way I'm tying you, you won't want to be on the ground.
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she climbs to her feet. ]
Sitting? Lying down? [ she takes up a spot on the edge of the bed, legs dangling. ] I am putty in your hands.
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( Caitlin should know that by now, yes, but he likes to reinforce that he is experienced in this sort of play even though he is quite young. )
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[ she trusts him implicitly, of course. the reinforcement just adds to that security. and it’s a turn-on.
caitlin swings her legs up and turns so that she can lay on her back, just like she would do at his side at night. she wiggles her feet at him as she puts her arms slightly out to her sides, waiting for his next instruction. ]
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( Imriel strokes his fingers down the length of her and back up, cupping her breasts and toying with her nipple piercings for a moment before taking a length of rope to bind her hands over her head. )
Is it only for me?
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My obedience without question or hesitation? Yes, it’s only for you.
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( Imriel supposes he doesn't need the ties but he likes the look of them and moves to fetch the lengths of silken rope he prefers for this. He only binds her hands together above her head and not to the headboard itself. That may come later on. )
I am sure you have the same ones, don't you?
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[ she looks at him as she twists her wrists in the bindings. not that she thinks his knots will give or the rope is loose. it’s a habit, to test whatever bondage she’s in. it’s reassuring, know she’s secure.
of course, she gets jealous. caitlin is jealous of everyone else that barry dates. everyone else that imriel may have sex with. it’s ridiculous and impractical, and she’d never act on it. she isn’t about to limit anyone. ]
I do. Sometimes I wonder what you do with other people.
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