Stories in the Candlelight pt.1

artwork by menchimenagerie

Evie prepares for an intimate evening with Millie, but someone is watching…

Millie is the character of The Jaded Entity and Laressa is the character of MenchiMenagerie.

Part 1

The knock at the door was so soft I almost didn’t hear it.

I opened the door to see deep green eyes peering up at me from beneath violet-black fringe, and above a shy smile.

“Millie!” I exclaimed.  My happiness at seeing my friend caused my voice to jump an octave.  “Come in from the cold, sweetie, what are you doing here?”

“Hi, Evie.  I was just…you know, in the neighborhood, and…”

“Say no more,” I said.  I opted not to point out that Braewood was hardly in my neighborhood.  I could see Millie had something on her mind.  I hung her coat and motioned her toward the living room.

“I’m just having some red wine and reading a trashy novel.  Would you like a glass?  Or perhaps some tea or hot chocolate?”

“Wine would be nice, thank you.”

‘Wow,’ I thought.  ‘She really does have something on her mind.’

“Have a seat, and I’ll bring out another glass.”

When I returned to the living room, Millie had picked up my paperback and was reading the passage I had left open.  She blushed and quickly set the book down.

“That’s…that’s a spicy book,” she said softly, glancing up and then flicking her eyes away.

“It’s the latest Fannda Flames novel, “Bushwhacked in Brimstone.  Hot off the presses.” 

I grinned as I filled Millie’s glass, and shifted into lingo I’d learned from the book.  “Sheriff Josie’s lassoed by louses and trapped like a tenderfoot.  I coulda told ya that Ransom Canyon weren’t no good place t’ meet them saddle bums what kidnapped Callie!”

“They do seem to have very bad intentions.”  Millie giggled as she accepted the glass of wine.

“You’re welcome to borrow it when I’m done,” I said.  I sat next to Millie on the sofa.  “But I’m guessing you didn’t drop by to chat about saucy novels…what’s on your mind, sweetie?”

Millie sighed, and nodded.  “I…I just don’t know what to do, Evie. My creator is just so busy, and he just hasn’t had time for a story about me, and I just have so much time on my hands, and…” 

“Don’t worry, sweet girl,” I said, putting my arm around the pretty brunette and giving her a peck on the cheek.  “We’ll just create our own story tonight…”


By candlelight in the bedroom, I was taking my time with Millie, making her feel just a little more helpless with each added restraint.  I was cautious, not wanting to get ahead of myself, taking care to avoid binding her in too strenuous a position or overwhelm her too quickly.

I listened closely to the delightful little gasps and squeaks as I cinched ankles, knees, wrists and elbows together.  At each stage, I encouraged her to wriggle and test her ropes to make sure they felt satisfyingly snug without pinching or pulling.

I may have also encouraged her to wriggle because she looked so delicious doing it.  It was taking all my willpower not to pull off all her clothes and indulge my own desires.  That would be a mistake; she had put a lot of faith in me, putting herself in my hands, and I didn’t want to betray that trust.

Instead, I simply tugged her top down over her shoulders and uncovered just enough of her breasts and back to make her feel a little vulnerable and exposed.  I did the same with the hem of her skirt, exposing her pert little bottom (and suppressing my urge to smack or pinch it!).

“How does that feel, sweetie?” I asked softly, hesitant to disturb the quiet tension in the room.

Millie gave some more test wriggles, rolling to one side, and tucking her knees to her chest.  “It feels really good, Evie.  I wouldn’t mind being a little more restrained…I want to feel like I really can’t move or escape.”

“Oh I promise you, you can’t escape until I let you,” I told her.  “I learned these rope skills from the best of the best.  But I can definitely keep you from moving so much, if you’d like.”

Millie giggled.  “Umm…Aly told me about this thing called a hogtie…”

“Oh, Millie!”  I couldn’t suppress a sharp laugh.  “You surprise me…I can do that, but it’s pretty aggressive for tonight…are you sure?”

She nodded happily.  “Yes please.”

“Such good manners!  You might be a natural at this.” 

I rolled Millie onto her front and attached anchor points to her elbows and wrists.  I put a little tension on the rope, and when she assured me she was fine, I looped it around her ankle ropes and pulled her feet upward until her toes pointed to the ceiling, then anchored it to her knees.

“Let’s have you test that a bit,” I said.  I was pretty certain she could stay in that position for an extended time, but I wanted her to confirm it.

Millie tugged at her ankles and twisted her shoulders and hips around sinuously.  My breath caught in my chest and I suppressed a low ‘mmmmmmm’ of delight.  ‘Patience,’ I told myself. ‘You’ve waited this long for Millie, you can wait a bit longer.’

“That feel better?” I asked when she paused in her playful struggling.

“Yes!  I can’t even sit up or get off the bed!”  She smiled up at me with a mischievous grin.  “But could you maybe put some ropes on my chest, too?  Please?”  

Millie was really testing my willpower.  I don’t think she even realized how adorable and tempting she was to me.  She was just being Millie.  And I had to keep myself from being Evie.

I crawled up on the bed and straddled her back with my knees, hovering just over her arms.  Ok maybe I brushed myself against her arms a little bit, just to give my desires a little relief.

Millie raised her chin and I worked a few ropes underneath her, sliding them down her front.  Her top was pulled the rest of the way down off her breasts, but other than a little gasp she didn’t seem to mind.  I brought the ropes up and around her arms, wrapping between and around them a few times, and knotted them off in the center of her back.

“All still good down there?” I asked from my perch over her arms.  

“Ohhhh yesss…this feels really snug and good.”  I could feel her wriggling under me again, her arms nudging me.  I was going to have to get off of her and take a break, or my willpower didn’t stand a chance.

“Ok, Millie, I’m going to put a blindfold on you so that you can lie here and just focus on your ropes for a little bit, ok?  You enjoy, and I’ll be back in just a little bit, ok?”

“Ok!”  she replied excitedly.  She was such a natural.


Evie and Millie will return in Stories in the Candlelight pt.2, joined by??

One thought on “Stories in the Candlelight pt.1

  1. Prim: Ah, the sweet and “innocent” Millie … She has honed her methods well…. I wonder where she learned such devious tricks as that.

    Tia: Right. She watched you, didn’t she?


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