La Chateau d'Ausus

[chronicle_tenko]

*Walking through the garage and removing, a number of little tools, Setting out a long fresh sheet on the ground and an antique dinging room chair. Which with tough bolts Is hilti'ed to the floor. I know I'll have to clean that up later and fill in the holes, But it'll be worth it. Setting down Rope of various types, in silk, nylon, and hemp. Several tea lights, and a number of assorted other toys.*

"I wonder if this is where we're supposed to meet."

*Setting down in the chair and adjusting to be comfy.*

 

[Ausus_girl13]

Strolls in with a smile, looking over the assortment of things he has set up. I am pleased and move to his side.

"Very good Big Guy. I wish for you to strip and then have a seat."

I smile and wait patiently.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

Nodding with a slightly bowed head, I begin to strip my shirt off my body folding it neatly and placing it to the side. My jeans follow next the belt slipping through each loop before the button fly is undone. With a soft eye upon Ausus I turn and Slowly take the jeans down revealing the muscular legs I'm so proud of.

"A moment Ausus. Please."

My sandals are unstrapped as I stretch my legs a last time. I want to be sure I'm not cramping during the session. Finally as I look to her once more, face to face I drop the briefs I wear and stand completely nude before her. Moving to the seat I sit, at attention and waiting hands against the bars. Both excited and nervous all at once.

"Am I pleasing to your eye miss?"

 

[Ausus_girl13]

I watch you remove your clothes with appeared boredom. Before I put the thread in my hand I touch your cheek, softly and smile.

Taking the colorful embroidery thread in my hand, I raise your hands over your head, and tie them together, not tightly, but securely, I attach the ending to a nail in the wall, a nail that with the slightest tug will tumble from it's perch.

"Now my Big guy, if this nail falls you are all done. Do you understand?"

Listening softly, I turn from you, and light the candles, wanting to make sure they are warm and ready for when I need them. I remove my jacket exposing my low cut shirt, knowing how much you enjoy the sight of cleavage. I move back to your side bending over in front of you as I spread your legs slightly on the chair, but I don't bind you anywhere else.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

Embroidery thread? My mind reels slightly. I'll have to be incredibly careful not to simply snap it. As you bind me I'm smiling, perhaps unaware of your intentions. When the challenge to keep the nail in the wall falls upon my ears. I shiver. Almost uncontrollably until it reaches my chest. There it stops. My arms remain bound by the lightest of bonds, and the nail remains steady.

"Yes Ausus."

My voice betrays no hint of internal conflict, but I'm raging inside. At myself at my pathetic bonds, But still they hold me like iron. When you begin to disrobe I try not to look, but cannot keep my eyes from the swell of your breast, the curve of your hips, the smooth pale cleavage that attracts my gaze. My leg takes a single movement, pushing down upon the floor, before I can feel the slightest touch of thread shift on my hands. I stop and the nail holds, and my body stirs.

"You're beautiful Miss."

 

[Ausus_girl13]

"Thank you Big Guy"

I am a little turned on by the power I have, though supremely humbled that you trust me enough to do this, knowing that I can be sadistic and mean when in control. I will use this to my advantage. I reach over for the hedge clippers, nasty old ones that have a serious edge to them, setting them at your feet with a clang.

I take one of the candles in hand and move to stand in front of you. Reaching out I lift your chin so that you are looking up at me.

"Don't look away." I softly say, and let the first few drips of hot wax fall over your thighs

 

[chronicle_tenko]

Thanks. My cock swells slightly more at the words than the beauty in front of me. When your hand reaches away I don't worry, when it returns with hedge clippers, I almost jump. Almost. My arms stay straight, Locked in position like they were bound in mithril, not threads. And I force myself to say I trust you in my head. I do. When they land with a clang my eyes close a little, and I realize they were bolt open. When your finger touches my chin and tips my eyes to yours I can see no ill will and I gaze at you. Adoration, want lust, need. They dance behind the blue orbs.

"Don't look away."

"I won't Miss."

When the candle wax touches my thighs, I start , My leg a moment from jumping, and my eyes widen. The black center dilating as the heat touches me. My breath catches and my chest swells, but I don't move. The second splash causes me to suck air thorough my teeth, the third makes my eyes water. But I refuse to even blink even as the hot liquid drips to my inner thigh. I wait watching you. Just watching.

"Thank you. Ausus."

 

[Ausus_girl13]

I see your reaction, I hear the intake of breath, and I know how sweetly wax plays upon the skin, how it sears then sates. It's a touch, I myself adore. I look down at you, reaching out to grab a candle that has been resting to the side, with a warmer above it. In the warmer, I have melted a crayon. It's a blue one, I had considered white, but changed my mind. This is the fun part. I will test your bonds and strength, and see how far you will let me push. With a grin I dip my brush.

"Now, Big Guy, I will paint you as you have so often done to me."

I move between your legs, kneeling as I ignore your nakedness and your reaction, my hand steady as I begin to paint pictures on your skin, the hot wax cooling on your heated skin.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

My curiosity is peaking, as I watch you remove something from a warmer, and it's answered as you touch my chest, a thick vibrant blue melting and staining my flesh. I can feel it bite against my flesh as little whorls appear. My eyes widen once more and tears leak as I finally blink. I'm unsure to move but my legs are tense, stretched to the breaking point of my muscles.

"Fair. Is fair. Miss."

The words are close to strangled. I'm trying to be glib to keep my mind off the sensations, the pain, the sweet touches, the control that you have. I'm not sure if my cock is hard as I can't quite concentrate, and eventually I feel the touch against a floating rib, I shake and the thread twitches. I can't seem to find breath and I only want to push the nail in further with my thumb.

"Ausus. Please."

My leg almost bounces before I hook it behind the chair leg coiling it like a snake. I know this chair won't ever move. It's bolted into the floor. But I am imagining, I feel it begin to shake. I realise I'm close to trembling, and I know I'm going to fail. I feel the small weight of the nail hanging from my wrists, and shame fills me.

"I'm sorry miss."

I'm rock hard.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

"Ohhh my sweet Chronie... why'd you do that?"

I look up to see the nail has fallen and hangs limply from your wrists. I am disappointed. Part of me wants to push the nail back in, but I can't. I am kneeling between your legs and I look up at you, taking a deep sigh. I lean back on my heels and stare up at you shaking my head, in mock anger.

"I will not touch you further until you make up for what you've done, my darling. " I close my eyes, and turn my head away. "scattered on the floor throughout the house are roses, you may not use your hands, go get them. Quickly and bring them to the dining room, once there, you may kneel and wait for me."

Grinning, as I look away "Oh and big guy? The embroidery thread must not break"

 

[chronicle_tenko]

"Thank you Miss." My head turns down but I remain unbowed over it. As I stand I move out of the garage the wax cracking on my body while I move. My hands clasp tight enough together to strain my fingers and knuckles. The thread will not break. I promise myself.

The first flower is easy lying directly in the path to the main house. It is mercifully de-thorned, lying flat in the center of the pathway, With care I scoop the flower into my foot using my toes and lift it to my lips. One, I think, and smile.

The second is in a vase, curiously high requiring me to stand upon a chair and raise my arms above my head. The vase fits but only barely in the space of my elbows and hold steady as I bring it down. I move my head to the and softly sweetly bring my lips to kiss the stem. Hot copper fills my mouth as I realise the rose has thorns, and one has pierced me, Still I roll it into my mouth and hold. Sucking lightly upon the shallow cut. I'll have to be more careful.

Three is held aloft pinned to the curtain, and it is treacherous and almost impossible to remove it from the soft silk. Eventually however it too is mine, requiring no small amount of work from my tongue to ease it from the pins clasp. Room after room, I visit. A rose in each one and with my mouth full at five I must drop them, so I run to the dining room, to leave them a silver platter.

One in particular is hard the ninth, In your bedroom one atop the bed, and another underneath, Requiring me to crawl for it. Unable to use my hands or arms for fear of breaking your thread. Eventaully I return. Nine roses in my teeth, the faintest hint of crimson on my lips. I kneel and wait. Patiently. Eyes looking for you.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

I enter the dining room having changed into a short, tight dress that shows my breasts to their fullest advantage. Standing before you, I run a hand down your cheek, seeing the crimson stain on your cheek, removing the roses I softly kiss your lips and run a napkin over the area removing the blood. Leaning forward I whisper my next wishes into your ear, so very softly.

"I am so pleased Big Guy. You will now lay down on the table, stretch your arms above your head, taking care to not break the thread. Close your eyes and keep them that way. Okay my sweet?"

I swat your bottom as you move, and watch you stride to the table, knowing that it's your control that allows me this. It's a deep power game you and I play, and we are both addicted to it.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

Your care makes me smile, and I feel your touch upon my cheek, as a starburst against behind my eyes. It's hard to let you but I do. Though my eyes close as you dab the small tear of blood from my lips and cheek.

"I hear and obey. " All trace of defiance is gone from my voice, adoration and obeisance are there, replacing it, strengthening it. When I step atop the table and feel your hand across my flesh I only pause to allow you another. I know the control I'm giving you, and I can feel myself falling in that little pit of want. Want to please, want to give, want to be there for another.

As my head hits the napkin and my arms stretch over my head, I flex my flesh and wait eyes closed.

I Love the game.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

I take a deep happy breath, tantalized and invigorated by your submission. Walking to the table, my nails lightly run over your leg, up your thigh, and teasingly touch your stomach, exploring you with my nails, watching your muscles jump at my touch, listening to your breathing as it quickens. Seeing your heart race, the pulse at your neck bouncing.

"So beautiful, my big guy. So beautiful you are."

I take a knife then, pulling it slowly from it's holder, running it over a sharpener knowing you can hear the ting of metal on metal. I hear your gasp and am ready, placing another rose between your teeth.

"Hold it, big guy, and do not break it"

I knife I lazily draw against your skin, (backwards so as not to cut you), flicking the remaining wax from your body. The little scrapes against your skin, tickling and scratching at the same time.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

I almost wish to show off and twirl the rose in my teeth. Before I hear the telltale sound of metal on metal. My teeth want to grit, and my hands want to move, but it's only a small effort to keep myself from doing either. The shift of my breath enough for me. Then I feel the scrape of a blade across my flesh. On my thigh across my ribs. Taking wax from me... Destroying your drawings. My arms are rock stiff, and I know I've bruised the stem of the rose. Though I've not bitten into it. I taste nothing, and my mouth is dry even of my own saliva.

I want to speak. To say Aus, Stop. But I don't. I can't. And I know then that tonight I've given myself over to you. To your pleasures. And it thrills me to no end. I relax and my wrists stay taut, without the need of my will. I can only wait breathlessly for your next torture, your next thrill. I feel as if I'm entirely for your whim and pleasure, and nothing makes me happier.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

I sense your moment of fear, and I smile. Not because I enjoy it, but because I have been here, with a cold knife against my soft skin, and I know how unbelievably scary it is. I work with metal over your thighs catching the stray pieces of wax, confident that I won't cut you. But you don't know that. All you feel is the sharp end of a knife, on your thigh. And I know my boy, you are thinking of the arteries that run there. You are doing your upmost to breathe and not jerk with every little flick of my wrist. When I am done, I set the knife aside.

"Very good, my sweet. Perhaps a reward, oui?"

I grab a small metal bowl that has been set here, and place it next to you. I climb onto the table and kneel over you, placing a small ice cube between my teeth, I leave a trail of kisses down your belly.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

Steady. I hold completely steady until I can feel the last pieces gone. I've used a knife. I've cooked and learned how to stab a person or a pig. I've disarmed a person with violent intent, and I've been stabbed. The little crescent on my sternum where hair doesn't grow is a permanent reminder of these facts. None of it scares me as much as this. None of it has ever made my adrenalin pound so hard. And never have I been more calm.

I know that the smallest slip could harm me. But I trust her. I know that the lightest touch could leave a reminder the rest of my life. But I trust her. I know all too well what my blood would feel like hot and sticky as it stained a silver gleaming blade red. But my eyes do not open, my breathing does not catch, my heart does not race. I trust her. Finally it seems she is done, and she compliments me. Again, I feel honored and my cheeks pink then redden.

A reward. The rose in my teeth hinders my speech so I say nothing, but moans fall from my lips, as I feel your cold lips kiss my belly. Kiss the tight firm flesh under the fur. My shoulders tense. And I give the smallest cry, when you reach my lower abdomen.

"Please."

 

[Ausus_girl13]

"Please."

I am not immune to your pleas, and I know what you want, as I look up at you, it is softly pushing against my chest and I can't help but grin.

"Please what?"

I lean against you, pressing your hardness against and between the curve of my breasts. My hand snakes up your chest and I remove the rose, tossing it aside. I lower my head and kiss your stomach again, my red curls falling onto your belly and chest.I pause in my touch.

"Use your words, Big guy. What is it you wish?"

Leaning back down I nip at your skin, delighting in your reaction, in this game, in this moment, and feeling myself want you. Want you near me, in me, allowing you to use your strength that you have curtailed for me. Though I fear this a little, hoping that it will not cause me to give. That I can be strong against your strength.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

Please what? Cruel and kind. To ask what I want. Do I even know anymore? I want to taste you. To drive my tongue deep inside your wet folds, and hear moan, feel you tense and shake, taste your wetness and desire. I want to put you against the table bent across it, and ravage your body, with my shaft. Impale you, and crash into you like an ocean. Never ending, against you I am the tides drawn in by your moon. I want so much of you, but I can't speak.

The tip of my cock presses into your cleavage, and I moan fresh. My tongue pushes the rose up before you take it. And again my cries sound as you kiss me anew.

"Take me miss. Have me, use me, I want to be yours."

 

[Ausus_girl13]

"Take me miss. Have me, use me, I want to be yours."

A soft gasp escapes my throat. I am weak for but a moment, but in resting my head against you, taking in deep breaths to calm and stop my need. To be in control is so new to me. So different, when I merely wish to straddle your hips and ride you as my eyes close to the feel of you inside me. I groan with my need and that image.

Pulling back, I can't help but lick along your length. The tip of my tongue racing over your shaft. This is one of my favorite things to do, the power and lust of it obvious. I crawl away from you, not yet trusting myself.

"Fuck it."

Quickly, I crawl back over you, straddling your hips, but denying you entry to my body. But your lips, I claim fiercely, sliding my fingers into your hair tugging as we kiss.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

Your kisses leave but for a moment, and for just a moment fear grips me even more than when you held a knife. Have I driven you away? But I can feel your weight. It is comforting, re-assuring. Your breath hot against my chest. You are so very close.

Then your tongue touches my shaft. A lick, a second and I tense, my entire cock twitching against your desires. A frenzy clouds my closed eyes. The black emptiness of control behind my eyes subsides to be filled with red lust. And I want to move my hips. Drive myself into your mouth to fill it. to turn you over, to have you. And I feel the thin thread around my wrists pull tight and I stop. I wait.

I feel control come back to you. Even as you growl out an obscenity.

Then you're on top of me straddling me. I can feel your heat. So close. You're not wearing anything under there, and my imagination feels hot breath across the cooling moisture of your tongue. I can feel the boiling moisture of your arousal against me, somehow even hotter than the wax. But I'm denied. And I can't help the smallest of whines escape my lips.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

I can't help the wicked grin that presses against your lips when I hear that whine low and needy escape from your throat. I can't help the fact that it makes me want you more, but to make the torture so much sweeter for us both. I move my hips over your length, letting you feel every inch of heat and need from me. I know that showing you what I want will make it so much harder for you to resist.

Glancing up I see the thread stretching, I wonder when it will give. I wonder when you will deny me my little game, or if you even will, and for once, I will claim something as my own.

"Don't break the thread, big guy"

Softly I chide you, even as I slide over you, touching your neck, caressing your sides, gently nibbling on your bottom lip.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

My fingers clench tighter together as you taunt at me. I will not break the thread. My own fingers break first, I'll not break that thread. Even as I feel your teasing sex, run over mine. Even as your hips lower, and our bodies touch. I won't break your thread. Even as a whine touches my lips, or a breathless abbreviated moan comes from yours.

Your hot sex is calling though. I can feel it rubbing across my shaft, and I remember it's touch. I remember it's tight confines, the soft sweet wetness of your folds. I remember and have to restrain myself from taking it. From playing inside your rules, and outside your intent. Pulling my arms across your body and shoving your bottom down, until your hips connect to mine. Until a litany of names becomes a hymn of passion, a shout to heaven, and a visit to a plane of lust, and pleasure that I wouldn't return from. I know it could be done. Broken thread or not, but your words, your control is like an iron bar, wrapped twice around me. And I wait. I plead.

"Ausus."
"Miss."
"Please."
"I want you."

And my legs shake, and I know you can feel it. And my chest rumbles with a growl. And I know you can hear it. And my precome leaks and I know your nether lips wish to taste it. And My body is coiled tight as a spring ready to be used by you, and I know that you can see it. The air is charged with us, and I know you can smell it. I know you haven't allowed it but my eyes open. And I look directly into yours. And behind the deep calm blue seas, is dark, wild, deep lust. The abyss is staring back, barely restrained by thread.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

I almost break. Almost. the heat and hardness against me, the deep well of lust staring up at me. I can hardly stop myself, wanting nothing more than to give. To allow, to be, to hear your plea your wish and make it happen. But. But. I can't. I will not.

I bite deeply into your shoulder, working my body against yours for a moment Working to gain my control, I hear it in your cry. I growl softly as I lick the spot I had sunk my teeth into

"If you cannot keep your eyes closed, I will help you."

I reach across and cover your eyes with a napkin. I breathe deeply to reassert myself. I won't strike at you, but I will deny you my touch, and so I move off you, though it pains me to do so. I sit back on a chair and watch you. My breath hitched, and this feeling new to me. I slide the chair next to your head and tuck a lock of your hair behind your ear as I whisper these next words.

"Give me one reason, why I should not send you away from me right now."

 

[chronicle_tenko]

Your words are like ice. They chill, and they hurt. And with your breath in my ear I shiver, My head shakes as If I'd fall. Even though my eyes remain closed. I can feel a hot tear burn from them, and I shut them tighter so I cannot cry. A reason.

I only wanted to see you. So beautiful, so in command. I only wanted to make you happy. All of them are right. None of them are correct. None is the answer I can give. Glib answers spring to mind. It was hard. Something was in my eye. It was uncomfortable. These answers are wrong, and not something I could give.

"Please don't. Because I don't want to leave. And I'll do anything to stay." It is the truth. I don't know if it's the right response. If it will touch you to let me stay. "Tape my eyes shut. Pin them closed if you must. There are safety pins in the garage. Make me eat the thorns. If you must, I'll swallow them whole. Make me stand on a wine glass, even if it shatters. I won't move. Just let me stay. I'm sorry."

My voice is strong even if I'm quaking. I don't want to go.