Annabelle’s bonds were removed and the white latex clad slave helped her to her feet as Annabelle adjusted to the feeling of her swollen labia and all of the little padlocks that were now weighing it down. At the same time, two female slaves had released most of Christian’s bonds while two male slaves carried a solid looking spanking bench onto the stage. Christian looked at it with a combination of fear and trepidation. In a different environment he actually could have found the bench and the thought of being secured to it quite exciting but he knew this was not going to provide him with that feeling.

Just to reinforce his fears, the Chateau’s main Discipline Domme stepped onto the stage. Mistress Debra was known for her sadistic enjoyment of turning the butts of recalcitrant slaves to a bloodied mess. She was dressed head to toe in black leather. Christian estimated her age to be about 40 and she had somewhat of a Rubenesque figure, buxom and full bodied although she held herself well. With long dark hair tied back in a pony tail and dark lipstick and eye makeup, her appearance was quite severe and if Christian was not locked into his chastity tube, has feelings towards her appearance would have been obvious to all. Her black trousers were high waisted and framed her butt perfectly without being figure hugging. They gave her ample room to move. Over the tops of her legs she wore thigh high boots with 4 inch heels. She had a lace up corset style top that complemented her body and her ample breasts. Full length leather gloves topped off her outfit.

She did not look at him, instead greeting Maitresse Donna and the other members of the council. She was carrying a quiver with a number of canes in it or different sizes and materials. She was drawing each one out and testing it in the air as she walked around. Already Christian was becoming alarmed at the hiss most of them made as they cut the air. The two female slaves released the last of his bonds and with each of them holding him firmly by the elbows he was taken to the spanking bench.

“Now rest your upper body along the top of the bench,” one of them ordered.

He complied as they continued to hold him. He noted that his position was relatively comfortable. The bench had a shaped end frame for his head to rest in. He noticed the top of the bench narrowed in the middle which left his nipples exposed and vulnerable, a fact that he would have confirmed before long. As he was getting used to his new bench, each arm was pulled down and extended to the end of the bench where leather cuffs were quickly secured to each wrist and then clipped to eye bolts on the frame of the bench. Instinctively he pulled back and found that there was very little room for movement. He then felt the first strap being fastened around the top of his left thigh. This was quickly followed by his right thigh. As he was contemplating the ramifications of this, he felt a much wider strap being pulled down over his lower back, pulling him down snugly into position. This was followed by yet another strap that came down over the back of his head, pulling it tightly down against the padded sides of the head rest. Once again he tested his bonds and found that he had no movement of his torso or head available to him at all and all he could do was to move his lower legs back and forth a little. There was no give anywhere else. Finally, two other straps were fitted to each leg, one just behind the knee and one over the ankle. As these were pulled tight, all possibility of movement was removed for Christian.

Finally Mistress Debra approached him, standing directly in front of him, he could only look down, literally seeing her from the crotch down. She stood there with her legs slightly spread, holding an acrylic cane across her thighs. Absurdly, the first thing that entered Christian’s mind was to wonder if she was going to get physically aroused by what she was about to do to him. He tried to put the thought out of his mind but in his current position, with his eyes pointed directly at her vulva, his imagination was running over time.

“Slave Christian, You have been awarded a punishment of 50 strokes of the cane. I will deliver those strokes although I may choose to invite others to participate in the punishment. You are to thank me after each stroke and request another. Do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress”, he replied. “I understand. Thank you Mistress.”

“This punishment will break you, Christian. You will be shown no mercy and if you are incapable to thanking me and requesting another, we will pause until you can. Believe me when I say that it will be easier for you to get this over with as soon as you can.”

The reality of his situation was now really dawning on Christian and he felt ……….. what did he feel? It wasn’t so much nerves but he realised it was raw fear. Here he was in front of a mixed audience and males and females, Mistresses and slaves and he was just being warned that he was about to be broken by a sadistic disciplinarian. He shuddered at what was about to occur but he braced himself.

Mistress Debra moved off to one side to prepare for the first stroke and there he saw Annabelle standing in front of him. She was now in a black leather bra and panties and he could see the still large bulge of her swollen labia and the rings and padlocks that were maintaining her chastity. He did not know this but in the time he had been focussed on Mistress Debra, Annabelle had been given the opportunity to cover up and then briefed on some actions she could take to partially redeem herself as a female member of the Chateau. She was being given the opportunity to re-assert her female dominance over Christian as he received his punishment. She squatted down in front of him, her legs spread wide as she looked him in the eye.

“I will help you through this, slave Christian, if you ask for my help.”

Christian realised he would need all the help he could get to help him through this and as strange as it felt for him to ask, he said,

“Please will you help me, Ma’am?”

His voice was quivering and she could almost smell the fear in him. It was then that the first stroke hit home. He heard the whistle of the cane but before his brain could process what it was, it had made contact with his butt. There was the initial impact, followed a split second later by the burning after bite. Instinctively he screamed, then said,

“One, thank you Mistress. May I have another?”

The words had no sooner left his mouth when the second stroke was delivered.

“Arrggghh. T-Two thank you Mistress. May I have another?”

He was struggling against his bonds now despite knowing the futility of it. His butt was on fire after only the second stroke and he still had 48 to go.
THWACK! “Aaarrrgghhh.” Annabelle reached out and grabbed his hands, squeezing firmly.

“Count and thank your Mistress, slave,” she said softly but firmly to him.

“Three, thank you Mistress. May I have another?” his voice was shrill as the pain of the third stroke coursed through his body.

Mistress Debra then moved to the other side of the spanking bench, selecting a thinner, whippier acrylic cane. Standing with her legs spread the steady her, one hand on her hip, she lined up her target and………….. Thwack, Thwack, Thwack, Thwack, Thwack in very quick succession. Christian screamed and tears coursed from his eyes. He was struggling violently to move his body to get it out of the line of fire but He had no latitude at all. He was sobbing loudly.
The hands holding his were providing some comfort and through his pain and tears he heard, “Four, five six, seven eight. Say it, slave. Thank her.”

Before he got the words out he was hit with another two in quick succession.

“Nine, ten. Thank you Mistress. May I have more?”

Annabelle looked at his tear streaked face as he continued to sob.

“You are doing well, slave. Not long to go. Be strong.”

Her words were getting through the pain and provided him with some strength. She released his hands and reached back, grasping his nipples and squeezed them firmly. In his heightened state, he could only feel pleasure from there, fighting against the burning pain from his butt. He was perspiring, his skin covered in a sheen of fear and pain induced sweat. He could vaguely hear the tap, tap, tap of her heels on the floor as Mistress Debra re-positioned herself.

He awaited the next onslaught………………..

Part 74

As she moved, Mistress Debra had drawn another cane from her well stocked quiver. This time it was a thicker rattan cane that would deliver a more solid, less stingy blow. When it came, it was more of a hard thud, quickly followed by the burning pain that accompanied a stroke of the cane.

He moaned and said, “Eleven, Thank you Mistress. May I have another?”

Just as the burning hit, Annabelle rolled his nipples quite harshly and the strange feeling of pleasure acted to counteract some of the pain from his butt. Although he didn’t know it, Mistress Debra now had beads of perspiration on her brow. She was getting into her rhythm and was feeling the familiar feelings of sexual pleasure that accompanied such a session as she had a helpless victim taking her pain. She felt a little rush as she brought the cane back for the next stroke.

The next five strokes were evenly spaced down Christian’s butt from the top, right down to the sweet spot at the top of his thighs. His pain wracked brain wondered, as it had in the past, why they called the top of the thighs the sweet spot as for the recipient, the pain there was anything but sweet. A combination of endorphins and Annabelle holding his hands, encouraging him and stimulating his nipples, helped him get through these strokes. The next four strokes shook him out of his developing sub space as Mistress Debra continued her strokes down his thighs until she stopped a few inches above his knees. He did not know it at the time but her perfect positioning had left equally spaced parallel welts that would result in deep bruising. Finally he managed to get the words out although his voice was more detached than it had been earlier – “Twenty thank you Mistress. May I have more?”

Mistress Debra stopped and he could once again hear the tap…tap…tap of her heels as she moved around the floor. Annabelle had released his hands and moved to one side, giving them a final squeeze as she did so. He became aware that Mistress Debra was now standing in front of him in her classic pose, legs spread slightly and with the cane held across her thighs, her hands holding each end. Through his pain and tears, he thought he could see blood on the rattan but he could not be sure. It would not surprise him if his butt was already a bloody mess but he had no way of knowing.

“Slave, I now intend to share your punishment with other members of the Chateau community but before I do, you are to kiss the cane.”

She placed the cane under his mouth and he dutifully kissed it a number of times, continuing until it was withdrawn.

“Firstly, Annabelle will deliver the next 10 strokes as part of her redemption.”

Christian was shocked by this but not totally surprised and he wondered how she would deliver the blows. He certainly did not expect any mercy from her.
Annabelle selected a cane and positioned herself beside Christian. She knew what she had to do and she was also aware that if she didn’t do it with an appropriate intensity, she would suffer the consequences. She swung the cane back and forth a few times to get the feel and Christian heard it whistle through the air. Mistress Debra pushed a hard rubber mouthpiece through and into Christian’s mouth.

“You may need this, slave,” she said, evenly. Christian then heard the whistle of the cane once again and it was followed by the thud as it hit his butt, quickly followed by the searing pain that followed. Before he could even respond or try to say anything around his gag, the second blow followed. He was literally screaming from the first one as the second one hit home. This one was followed by the third, fourth and fifth in quick succession. He was wildly thrashing around within his bonds with what little movement he had available to him and it felt like his whole butt was on fire.

“Well done slave. You are half way.”

It was Mistress Debra once again. Strangely though the haze of pain, her words gave him some comfort. He was just beginning to process that when the next blow hit, again followed quickly by the remaining four. He was beside himself with pain and his muscles were aching all over as he wore himself out in his futile struggle to avoid the blows. He heard it just before it hit as the cane whistled through the air one more time. Annabelle, without prompting, had drawn the cane back one final time and in a full round house swing had delivered her final blow. She then stepped back around and resumed her position in front of him as Mistress Debra moved away. As she grasped his trembling hands she whispered,

“That was fun, slave. You took them all very well for me. I am proud that I could help repay some of what you have helped me achieve earlier.”

There was a pause as the first member of the audience approached the stage to deliver a single stroke. She had her own slave in tow and after she had delivered the stroke, she handed him the cane and ordered him to deliver the next one. He dutifully complied while at the same time, Annabelle was firmly holding Christian’s hands. She hoped he was going to be able to last through to the end and she hoped, for his sake, that the remaining blows would be delivered quickly.The remaining members of the audience filed through, each delivering a single stroke. Christian was now dripping perspiration and his whole butt was a bloody mess. As each stroke hit home, he twitched and moaned. Occasionally there would be a little spray of blood but he was beyond knowing what was happening back there. Occasionally he would receive a misplaced stroke across his thighs that would elicit a slightly elevated response but in the main, he was totally exhausted and quite beyond any sort of significant response.
Eventually the last blow was delivered and Christian lay there limply. Annabelle was taken away by her Mistress and Christian was vaguely aware of her black panty clad butt disappearing from the stage.

The straps securing him to the bench we released but still he did not respond in any meaningful manner. He was aware that Mistress Sarah was in front of him and he tried to respond to her presence. She gently lay a hand upon his head and said quietly, “Don’t move slave. We will help you back to the dungeon.”

The next thing he knew, he was being lifted from the bench and was placed gently face down on a stretcher. He knew he was being moved but had no idea by whom or to where. He eventually came to and realised he was back in the dungeon and securely in his cage. Mistress Sarah was reaching through the bars, washing him down with warm water. Eventually she began cleaning his bloody buttocks and thighs, gently cleaning the whole area with a warm antiseptic solution. She also gave him some painkillers and a powerful sedative to help him sleep.

When he eventually stirred, he was surprised as he opened his eyes to find that Mistress Sarah was sitting beside his cage looking in upon him was a look of real concern on her face. It was only then that the pain in his buttocks and thighs registered with him once again.

“Welcome back, Christian”, she said, smiling in at him. “You have been asleep for over 20 hours now and I was beginning to get worried. I want you to know that I was extremely proud of what you endured yesterday. You should also know that the caning was not meant as a punishment per se. Everything you did with Annabelle was actually sanctioned by us and neither of you were in real trouble however we have to be seen to be maintaining the standards of the Chateau and hence you needed to undergo the trial and its outcomes. It will take you a couple of weeks before you are fully recovered but when you are, I have a special treat planned for us.”

With that, she was gone and Christian was left to ponder what she had just said to him and what lay in the future.

Natalie luxuriated in his tender touch, trying to process the difference between the severity of his spanking and the tenderness of his touch afterwards. She was still frustrated by him interrupting the orgasm that she was about 3 seconds away from having, by her calculation. At the same time she was still in that heightened state of arousal that was not going to go away any time soon. ‘Why does this feel so right?’ she thought to herself.

Releasing his leg, she gingerly rose to sit on the chair. As she did so, she pulled her panties from the crack of her butt and repositioned them in the correct place. She was surprised at the amount of heat that was radiating out from her abused butt. Lowering her skirt, she was about to take her seat when Sir James took her hand.

“Stop.” He rose and reached for a pillow, placing it on Natalie’s seat. “You may need this.”

“Thank you, Sir”, she said quietly. “And thank you for punishing me.”

She sat, instantly grateful for the pillow as her butt was extremely sensitive. She did not know what to do or say and so she sat there, eyes downcast with her hands in her lap. She was not unhappy or sad; in fact she was exactly the opposite. She adored simply being in his presence. Dipping the end of his handkerchief in a water glass, he reached over and wiped the tears from her face before crooking his finger under her chin and lifting the head.

“Natalie; that was not a punishment. You will get no enjoyment if I ever choose to punish you. It is not something that I usually do.”

“Well, if handcuffing me, holding me over your knee and spanking me until my legs were wildly flailing and I was crying was not punishment; what was it….. Sir?”

“Ahhhh, you neglect to mention that you were dripping with arousal as well. What I was doing to you was just me taking some pleasure from your company. I was simply dominating you and encouraging you to submit. That it caused you some pain was only a simple by-product. If you accompany me to the dungeon later, you will suffer some more, I can assure you. But in watching your responses to date, I think you will enjoy what I do. You will be willing to surrender to me.”

Natalie was shocked to realize that every time he used a word such as dominate, submit or surrender, she had a combination chill and thrill ripple through her.

“Would you like me to remove your collar, Natalie?”

Her eyes widened as she absorbed his words. “I….. why…… no Sir. Have I done something wrong?”

“Not at all my dear. In fact you have submitted to my total satisfaction but you indicated on your arrival that you were ……… unsure.” His chin was resting on his steepled fingers as he looked at her.

“I loved both the roses and the collar however the locking mechanism on the collar just seemed so final. I am still trying to understand where we are going. You affect me like no other man ever has and, quite frankly, it scares me. At the same time it excites me more than I have ever been excited in my life. At times I just think you are an arrogant bastard but I seem to have this inability to resist seeing what you are going to do next. It is obviously no secret to you about the physical effect you have on me and sometimes I curse my body for making it so obvious.”

“I’ve noticed that you have quite the potty mouth when you are upset, Natalie.”

“I……. I…….sometimes words slip out that I wouldn’t normally use.”

“Next time you call me a prick, I want you to remember to call me Sir Prick, or ideally Master Prick! If you don’t, I will cane you for your indiscretion and lack of respect. I have been quite tolerant of you to date as you have been learning your place.”

Natalie could feel herself blushing and her anger was rising. It seemed like, despite her baring part of her heart to him, he simply ignored it, remaining focused on his own thoughts. She pursed her lips and said,

“Learning my place? Just what is my place in your little kingdom?”

“It’s not what I want. It’s what you want and what you need. You want to submit to me. It excites you to have someone like me take charge of you; to get you to do all sorts of things that ‘nice girls’ don’t do. As much as it galls you, you need me to dominate you. Even as I am spelling this out to you, your excitement level is building. What would I find if I put my fingers inside your panties right now? They were wet before. What are they like now, Natalie?”

He was looking at her with a slightly bemused look. Natalie tried to maintain eye contact with him but she couldn’t do it. She knew that what he was saying was true but she just couldn’t bring herself to admit it to him. It scared her to think that he knew the workings of her mind better than she knew them herself. It was like he was inside there, just reading her every thought. The silence was deafening. Eventually Natalie heard a questioning, “Hmmmmm?” from Sir James and she finally found the strength to speak.

“You know I am dripping wet right now. Somehow you seem to know all my thoughts before I even develop them. It excites me and scares me at the same time”, she said softly.

“Quite so”, he replied simply. “Now, for the collar. I will unlock it before you leave here this evening. You will keep it – it is a gift but I will not keep it on you until you ask me to. If you choose to lock it back in place, I will be honoured by your commitment. There will be a number of things you will ask me to do over time and each of them will demonstrate your further commitment to me. I intend to pierce different parts of your body, just as I intend to explore different parts of your body but this will only occur when you are ready. You may even get a tattoo at some stage.”

Natalie was shocked at what she was hearing. She looked at him, her mouth agape. ‘The hell you will’, she thought to herself but even as she had the thought, she could feel her arousal building. She looked at him to see a smile forming.

“Come. We shall visit the dungeon. My sling has been lonely.”

‘Oh my God! I probably could come if he ordered me to at the moment’, Natalie thought to herself.

Producing a blindfold, he slipped it over her head and tightened the elastic straps, pulling the soft padded leather against her eyes, holding them closed. He then produced a leash and clipped it to the D-ring on her collar, took her hand and helped her to her feet then without waiting for a response, he led her down the passage. Although her hands were free, she followed meekly along behind him, her head abuzz as he kept the tension on the leash. ‘Why do I find his treatment of me so fucking exciting’, she wondered to herself?

Arriving at where she assumed the door to the dungeon was, they paused. She heard what sounded like a lock click, followed by a door opening. ‘That sounds so medieval’, she thought to herself. A tug on the leash and she took a few more steps before they stopped once again and the door clicked shut.

“Hands behind your back.”

As she complied she felt a sharp tug as her tube top was pulled down, exposing her breasts. It came all the way down to the top of her skirt. He heard a sharp intake of breath as she realized what had happened. Her nipples hardened before his eyes as she struggled against her natural reaction, which was to use her hands to cover her breasts. He watched as she struggled against the urge then just as she had herself under control she felt warm breath on one nipple. She was instantly alert to what might happen next. She did not know exactly where he was and her head moved back and forth trying to sense his position. The next thing she knew, his body was against her. His arms went around her and she felt his nails raking down her back. She felt a tingle right through her body as he worked his way slowly down her back. He was scraping her skin just hard enough that she did not cry out, but it was enough to bring her whole body alive.

“Oooohhhhhhhhh”

“Yes, Natalie. We are going to have some fun”, he whispered in her ear, his voice low and husky.

Releasing her, he lifted her arms and removed her tube top. Then he undid her skirt and removed it, supporting her as she stepped out of it.

“Stand with your legs spread. I wish to admire you.”

“Yes Sir”, she whispered.

Natalie parted her legs. She imagined him standing in front of her, admiring her panty clad body. Her hands were back behind her once again which only served to thrust her breasts out more proudly. Standing there in pumps also served to paint her in a beautiful light. He cupped her Vulva with his hand and rocked it back and forth until her felt Natalie weaken, an “Oooohhhhhhh” escaping her lips.

“Now we will remove those panties Natalie before I secure you in the sling. Bring your legs together.”

She did so and he gently pulled her panties down, cupping her butt and rubbing it gently. Natalie could feel the tenderness from her earlier spanking and let out a little groan. He then helped her step out of them before he grasped her by the collar once again and led her the few steps over to the sling. Positioning her in front of it, he took her arms and eased her back into it, the cool leather soothing her butt as she relaxed. She lay there in the silence of the dungeon wondering what he would do next.

“Hmmmm. You have not shaved for me before visiting this evening!”

“But…… You told me not to touch myself, Sir.”

“I did, however we cannot have you looking less than your best. I will have to take care of that for you. You will then receive three strokes of the cane for your efforts.”

“But Sir…………..”

“Shhhhhh, Natalie or I will gag you.”

Her mind in turmoil, Natalie did not know how to respond. This was a most unexpected turn of events. Although she was not aware of having done anything wrong, she assumed she was about to be shaved and then caned, neither of which she had experienced before. She trusted Sir James to take care of her but at the same time she found herself trembling at the thought of what was going to happen. This feeling was exacerbated as she felt the first cuff closing around her ankle. She heard the sound of the buckle before feeling it pull snugly around her ankle. The second one followed shortly after and her leg was lifted and attached to the ceiling chain. Her original leg was then lifted and she felt her legs being spread, fully exposing her to whatever Sir James chose to do with her as her second leg was attached it its own chain. She could feel the cool breeze on her butt, realizing that it was now exposed as well.

Sir James then took one of her wrists and she felt the soft leather embrace it as the securing strap was tightened. Her arm was then drawn up and clipped to the chain. The process was repeated for her remaining wrist and before long she was secure. She realized her breathing rate had increased as she lay there wondering what would happen next. Straining to hear what was happening, she eventually felt movement between her legs.

“Open your mouth Natalie.”

As she obeyed she felt the material filling her mouth, quickly realizing Sir James was putting her wet panties into her mouth as a gag. He didn’t force them all the way in however and she could feel them resting over her mouth and nose, smelling her own sweet smell of arousal and downright lust.

“Do not let them go, Natalie.”

As she was processing the last instruction, she felt a pulling sensation at her labia. As it intensified, she let out an involuntary grunt. Then there was a sharp pain and she squealed though her gag.

“This might take a while if I am going to pluck them all out, Natalie.”

The process was repeated and again there was a grunt and a squeal. Natalie was shaking her head back and forth, willing Sir James to stop. He withdrew her gag.

“Do you want me to stop removing your pubic hair like this Natalie?”

She was not quite sure how to answer as she knew enough about Sir James now to realize she could be stepping out of the fry pan and into the fire. While she was considering her answer, she felt the same process occurring and as the third hair was pulled from her labia, she blurted out,

“Yes, Sir. Please stop.”

She was forlornly trying to close her legs to give herself some protection as she twisted and turned in the sling, all to no avail.

“Ok my dear. I will have mercy on you.”

She felt the blindfold being released and as her eyes adjusted to the dim light of the dungeon, she was horrified to see Sir James standing there with a cut throat razor in his hands, the blade glistening in the light that was focused on her pubic mound.
He was smiling at her as he said, “This is always a much more effective way or removing unwanted growth, my dear.”

Natalie could only stare, her eyes open wide as she wondered how this was going to work out, knowing that she was helpless to control its outcome…………………………………….

You’re sleeping
So peacefully
Breathing deep
In serene slumber
As dawn’s filtered light
Casts shadowy patterns
My finger touches
Slowly over your head
Feathery light touches
Across roughly smooth skin
My gaze drifts down
Longing licks
To beautiful soft lips
The target of my desire
Peaking from the sheet
Leaning down slowly
Trying not to wake
My sleeping lover
Soft little way kisses
Your hip draws my tongue
Traces of licks
Meandering trails over skin
Delighting in the taste
That is you
Stirring slightly
Knowing my time is short
Your dominance will assert
My grinning lips
Seek a new prize
Trying to stifle
Naughty giggles
As my teeth sink
Gently into
Your ass cheek
Oops
Did I really do that
Looking into your face
Scowling at my fading giggles
Blinking slowly
you move
My brain screams
Run girl
Run
he’ll never catch me

I was painting. Red on black, dashes of colbalt, melding strangely.
He called me at the studio asking I come back to the main house
Right in the middle of a sweep of colbalt I lift the brush and leave
Wiping my hands on my smock and smoothing my hair as I jog

he never interrupts my painting, odd

I knew he would be there, that library of his, so male, so austere
Throwing my smock on the side table I came up behind him and purred
Chin on his shoulder massaging his neck, my hair tumbled down his chest
All of it off, NOW I stripped flustered and with shaky fingers obeyed

what did I do or not do? How can I make it right? please don’t hurt me

The last piece off and he wrapped his hand and forearm around my hair
He pulled me backward, my hair holding most of the weight of my body
Yelping I grabbed at the hand wrapped like a glove in my hair and he yanked
He lead me to the dining area and as he pulled me to the table I leapt a bit

If I hadnt leapt, the edge would have hit my spine, what is wrong?

He slid me across the mahogany as my head and his hand cleared the table
Seats twelve, this table, he stopped my shoulders at the edge throat exposed

My stemware, what am I going to serve the wine in at dinner?

My head back and my hair playing soft games with the hardwood floors
I dare not move. It has always been hard for me to breath in this position
He knows it and he has chosen to place me this way and then I hear a zipper

He is going to take me right on this table, he is going…

Putting his fingers in my mouth I open to take them in and then his cock
He holds to my breast like handles to keep me in place in my lack of air
Hitting the back of my throat and pressing down my tongue, shoving
Slamming the back of my head into the ornate carving of the table
I grab onto his clothed ass and walk my hips up high towards the chandelier

He is going to fuck me to death I can’t breathe

He knows when my hips rise I am ready to cum but waiting for him to allow
Letting go of my breasts he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me
Wrapping my legs around his neck I concentrate on the rhythm of his cock

I can breath

As some old fashion Karma Sutra pose we walk pussy to mouth cock to throat
I can feel him breathing on my wetness, he knows I cannot concentrate
He knows his breath alone will take me over the edge and beyond
I feel like I have never lived life without the my mouth full of him, the taste
I was never alive until he fucked my mouth and I will never be alive again

His taste is driving me insane I want to swallow his skin and chew on his gristle

As he comes in my mouth his stubbley chin settles in my juices he whispers into my pussy, cum my whore, cum and I cum again

and again and again

Our guests will be coming soon, I have paint and cum all over me. I kiss his mouth
He zips and I hear his boots crunching on my stemware. I have alot to do tonight.

not sure what brought that on but beats painting in colbalt anyday

If I could go back in time
I would be a Mistress
to a rich man of note
downstairs his maid
upstairs to be laid
he would buy me jewellery
and dresses so fine
shower me with money
in this timely institute
I guess you could call me
his prostitute

If I could go back in time
I would be a dancer
in a musical theatre hall
enthrall…
the gentlemen kind
with the frigid wives
wrapped up in their
wool flannel nightgowns
and when they are dreaming
of flower pot plants
the husbands are
bulging in their posh pants
my skirt would be up
to my arse
no class

If I could go back in time
I would be a wench
aboard a pirate ship
buxom too
let’s have some
down below deck
what the heck
spilling out my tits
the Captain would be mine
I would feed him juicy
turkey legs
I would kick up a fuss
and perform in a beastly
fashion
like a spoilt brat
cunning like a fox
pretending to be stupid
and blank…
knowing he would
punish me
thereafter
and…
tie me to his plank

Sometimes I feel so happy,
Sometimes I feel so sad.
Sometimes I feel so happy,
But mostly you just make me mad.
Baby, you just make me mad.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.

Thought of you as my mountain top,
Thought of you as my peak.
Thought of you as everything,
I’ve had but couldn’t keep.
I’ve had but couldn’t keep.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.

If I could make the world as pure and strange as what I see,
I’d put you in the mirror,
I put in front of me.
I put in front of me.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.

Skip a life completely.
Stuff it in a cup.
She said, Money is like us in time,
It lies, but can’t stand up.
Down for you is up.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.

It was good what we did yesterday.
And I’d do it once again.
The fact that you are married,
Only proves, you’re my best friend.
But it’s truly, truly a sin.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.

When you look at me please don’t think that all you see
Is who I am
I am so much more than a body and a face
I have a mind oh such a mind
with naughty wicked thoughts and plans
I have stories to tell of love and life
And such secrets to be revealed from within
Such as my battered heart and weary soul
I have many scars both mental and physical
Each has their own lessons I’ve learned
Along the journey that I’ve traveled so far
The path has had many twists and turns
Many plans both good and bad have gone awry
Many people have come and gone
Leaving their marks as good and bad memories
I have dreams and hopes and plans
For the future some will happen and some won’t
I have wants and needs and feelings
So when you look at me please don’t think that all you see
Is who I am