La Chateau d'Ausus

Your words assail me. It's all wrong. Tears spring to my eyes, I want to comfort you. I love comforting you. You are my big guy. This power so unwieldy in my hands, so foreign, I want to throw it from me. I want to part my lips and beg your forgiveness, and tears spring easily to my eyes, and I am so glad that you cannot see them.

Instead I do maybe the only kind thing I can think of. Standing I untie your wrists. I kiss all of the little marks from the threads, and I massage your arms as I release you from your bonds.

I remove the napkin and kiss both of your eyes as you slowly open them, caressing your cheek with my soft hand as I turn your head so that I can look down at you. My next words surprise me.


"You have given me your submission and I cherish it deeply. But if you stay, it will be as my equal-" Almost as the words have left my mouth, they feel wrong. "No. That's not right."

I know, I've confused you. I know I have. Quickly I help you sit up and take comfort as I rest my head against your shoulder. With one very deep breath, I will remember that this is something you've asked of me, and that I am strong enough to do it. Making a quickly forgotten mental note, I will remember to hug the dom's in my life. I look up into your eyes, my hazel eyes, showing no malice, no games, just a need to prove myself. I cannot continue without your permission. So I will lay out a choice.

"Big guy, we can come together as equals and for that to happen, you merely need drag me off to another room. But if you wish to continue as we have and allow me to finish," I pause both taking a deep breath and licking my lips in anticipation You will go sit in that chair, place your hands on the armrests, and show me that you are indeed mine."

My hand points to an old dining room chair with padded armrest, I step away from you, and for once allow a bit of vulnerability show, with my spine is straight and my head held high, but my hands fidget, while I await your decision.
 
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With a single simple motion I snap the thread, and begin to sit up, needing to roll to my side as my arms are more than a little tight. You're so beautiful. Ausus there worried wondering, it's housebreaking to me as well, and I'm so grateful, but neither can I really force you to finish. I can see your hands shake, and mine cover them.

"You were Amazing little girl. Absolutely wonderful. I think perhaps though, we should leave this an unfinished symphony. That we retreat upstairs, and have each other; as adults; as equals and as partners."

Standing I bring you up to me and then further reaching to scoop you to my arms. Carrying you in them I head up your stairs to the bedroom I've never seen, pausing only briefly to ask directions from you. Your look and little laugh make me blush. The biggest and most grand room of all is of course your bedroom but you point the way regardless. Once there I softly lay you to the bed, and crawl, head bowed until I'm near you to share a perfect single kiss.

"So before we become equals, I'll let you keep one last piece of control. What would you like me to do Miss."
 
I smile when he sits up, and smile more when he places his hands ever so gently into my own, his words soothe my frayed nerves, and then I am scooped up and rushed to my room with only the slightest of pauses when he looses his way in my big house. I cannot help the little giggle that escapes, and I so adore the blush that colors his cheeks.

Together, we lay on my huge bed enfolded into each others arms, and he asks one last request of me. One more little order. Of course in this, as in all things, I can deny him nothing, no matter how desperately I try. I leave little kisses over his still sore shoulders trying how to best frame this order.


"You are not allowed to leave this room, until we have both experienced the exquisite pleasure de la petite morte."
 
Hmmm. That is certainly the fairest request I've ever heard. With a growl and a returned kiss, I give you a wink. "Your wish is my command." I get up and flip you over first. As much as I adore what your dress does for your cleavage it is in the way.

Rolling you to your stomach, I move to straddle you, not placing any of my weight on you, but certainly letting you feel my presence. Then my fingers move to the straps of your dress, Pulling them down. One hand moves to the zipper, and slowly begins to remove it, while the other goes for a bottle of massage oil. For only a moment am I not touching your warm flesh as I pour the oil into my palm and heat it with my own warmth before beginning to press my fingers down into your lower back. I know how carrying heavy breasts can be painful, and I vigourously rub the sore flesh, moving circles with my thumbs and teasing knots out with my fingers. Painstakingly slowly my fingers walk up your spine, Stopping to rub my palms deep into the muscles on either side, circling softly. Then my thumbs dragging down the spine on each side, directly grazing it, as I press a little firmer.

Finally unable to truly resist I dip your dress lower still moving up onto my knees and with your help slipping it down. I know you're still not wearing panties, and the sight of your bare gorgeous fully packed bottom drives my hands to it. A tight grip squeezing you before my fingers resume their play. Pinching the soft flesh of your bottom Groping it and molding it. Finally unable to resist kiss it. Biting softly at your hindquarters, teasing my teeth along it before licking slowly up it's curve towards the base of your spine, tracing the path of my fingers until I reach your neck, which I bite down at hard. Back down I go until I am at your bottom agains the taste of cinnamon oils on my tongue. Already hot. With care I spread your bottom and gaze at the puckered star of your ass. Then with perfect lust, I lick and kiss at it, last of all plunging my tongue tip inside you.
 
Softly giggling at your corny statement, but loving it nonetheless, I simply relax into your touch. How wonderful it is to let go, and let you take some of the reins, it's why we work so well. Taking over when the other simply cannot or will not.

Resting my head on my hands as you remove my dress, and begin to massage the muscles in my back and shoulders. Soft little purrs and gasps escape my lips as slide into relaxation. I am beginning to fall deeper into that pit of escape, through the oil and your hands are full of heat and electricity. The kisses and nips, make the nerve endings tingle in anticipation.

When you spread my cheeks, and delve your tongue into my backside the sensation awakens me completely, and I bite into my hand to keep from moaning loudly. I can't help my reaction, lifting my hips up and pushing against your tongue, asking for more.
 
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You are tasty but it's not enough. As spread as I can make you I can't taste deeper. With insistent hands I move your hips up a little so I can move closer feast further into your flesh. Once you do, I have full access and I fall hungrily upon you. My tongue pushing deeper than before penetrating you, making me think about how it might feel to have you from here. It is a new thought. I retrieve the oil and begin to let a dollop of it fall on your bottom. I know it's safe, Oil based, and slippery, but I also know it warms slightly, leaving a delicious cinnamon burn. Both on the tongue in taste, and a light warming upon the skin. I can only imagine how it might be effecting you as I tease pushing it into your cinnamon ring with my tongue. Further and further until the taste stops me. I can't howl but I want to. My thumb dips pushing against your pucker, slowly going in with the aid of the oil, while I clean my tongue on a warm washcloth. One shouldn't mix two dishes.

While my thumb probes and penetrates you I lower moving my mouth to your delectable pussy, my fingers closing to stroke your taint. You're already wet, from before and I can taste it. I can smell as I get near and it drives me wild my face impacting your spread legs with abandon as I eat my favorite meal.
 
I am gone. Lost in your touch. Your tongue against my bottom, pushing into me, and I can barely handle it. My fingers dig into the sheets, and my head pushes into the sheets. My hips move up and my body shakes slightly.

The oil is warm on my skin, and I just give, wanting this as much as I want you. I moan as your thumb enters me, as your fingers caress me, as your tongue dives between my wet folds.


"Chronie..." The words are lost on my tongue, in my throat and against the soft sheets.
 
My moaned name is encouragement. It is enough to push harder into you. To work my thumb deeper and twist as it thrusts into you. My fingers toy carefully rubbing your clit as I lick every fold you offer, extending my tongue, nuzzling against your wet sex.

Your wet sex. I imagine it offered to me now. An equal, and the rush is almost enough to make me stop. I know you haven't cum yet. But I know I am not supposed to be serving. No matter how aggressively that is. I know that you want me to feel pleasure, want me to take it from your body, not just use it for myself, or take your pleasure from you. It is hard to stop. So hard to stop probing, stop eating, stop hungering for your sweet cries. But I do. My fingers move away from your clit. My lips leave your lips, and slowly not wishing to harm you I remove my thumb from your as, and like a child suck it, savouring the flavour of your ass, with the cinnamon sting of the oil.


"Little girl. I think it's time that we were equals."

Softly I roll this beautiful woman to her back and look at her red ringlets spread across the pillow. I follow the curves of her body, with my hands and place her hands on me. With care I move, placing the head of my penis against her entrance. And slowly, never stopping, press into her, until we join touching at the hips.
 
Your insistent tongue over my folds, inside me, drives me wild and I am riding higher and higher with every little lick. And yet, yet, I sense some sort of hesitation. I know that you love this. To taste a woman is one of your greatest pleasures. When your mouth pulls away, I whimper in sadness. What is this? What are you doing?

My body is turned and I look up at you with wonder and lust. I reach out to touch your face, and you chest as you sink your body into mine, I gasp with as you fill me, wrapping my long legs around your hips to pull you closer. I kiss your shoulder as you rest against me for a moment.


We are equals. We always have been
 
When your legs wrap around me I feel drawn to you. More than simply tab A in Slot B. More than fucking. It's true for just a moment, in this bed. My kiss falls on your lips and I pull from you, my body beginning to move. Only the slightest motion of my body against yours. And I want this.

I want you. I want to feel you, to crash into you. My hips pull farther back, and the recoil is like a thrown punch. When my hips touch yours they slap. My kisses dot your face. And my body is working into you. I want to have you right now, to come close to glory. I want more than your orgasm, more than my little death. My arms are on either side, and they help pull me forward. Help me bury into you. The sudden shock of our bodies meeting when I speed up like sparks, then like lightning. I want this so much.


"I've wanted this little girl. wanted to feel myself inside you. wanted every moment I held my hands still, wanted to hear my name on your lips. hear it was good. Know that I was doing well. It's no different, I want you to feel as good as I feel. I want this heat in my body to only be matched by yours." My voice chokes a second. It's unmanly but I cannot seem to care. "I want you to feel every bit of me as it crashes into you. I want this to be better than dreams. I want you fast and hard, I want to be merciless, with you, and feel the same. I want you stripped bare, I want your nails, to cut into my back, and my name on your lips when you cum. Can you feel me Little Girl. Feel every piece of me that I'm giving to you, every piece I want to take." I can hardly feel your legs against my back while I'm atop you.

"I want."
 
So many words pour from your lips that I am unable to understand them all, but the emotion is clear. It's all there, laid bare. I see it and don't look away. I cling to you, and don't shy from it. You pound into me, and yet I feel buoyed by your touch. My hands run down your back, my nails leaving a bright red trail behind. The hiss from your teeth makes me pull you closer to cover your chest in kisses.

I stare up at you, in awe, happiness, and, bien sur, a high tide of lustful greed, while we mover together. My hands slip from your back, to cup your face gently, bringing my lips to yours. I can taste you, and me. I breathe you in, the scent somehow dragging me to think of the mountains, but this distraction is momentary as I am again pulled to the present, to this place where you are inside me and I want nothing more than to be covered in your hot seed, knowing, needing and knowing that I want this proof. The proof that for one minute you were mine.


"Please, Big guy..please." I cannot force my moaning lips to say the words, but I know you will ask for it, and I, unable to stop you, or ask for anything different, will for once want the same thing.
 
"Soon Little girl. Soon." With a gasp, I bury myself deep inside you, and hold. I can feel a spasm. Please. So close. It is harder to pull you up than I would imagine. Not because you feel heavy but because I feel so reluctant to leave being atop you. But I pull and for a moment you sit atop my legs, And I hold you. As tight as your hot little sheath holds me.

Then we are tumbling down and you are atop me.
"Ride me Aus. Then turn. I want to do something for you."
 
I gasp when you move us, but then I am always surprised at your strength, but I submit to being moved and cling to you for the moment we are in transition, I squeeze you, tight around your shaft, and then suddenly, I am atop you.

"Ride me Aus. Then turn. I want to do something for you."

I am confused for a moment, but then feel your cock move within me, and I close my eyes, slide my hand down my body and finger my clit. My hips moving in time with my hand. For a moment, you are nothing to me except the bearer of my pleasure, I forget that you are beneath me. But then I open my eyes to you and cannot help but lean down and kiss your chest, nipping at the skin there for a moment.

I giggle and remove my hand so that I can bounce up and down on your length, panting slightly, my hair bouncing, my breasts too, and then I turn. Quickly. Looking down at your feet while trying to ascertain how I feel about this spot and waiting for you to do what you will.
 
For a moment I watch. I can only watch enraptured, as your hair wildly flies, I can only see it as a wildfire, the explosion of your sensuality. The culmination of your breasts shaking as you ride; the wanton expression of your face. Enjoying me as your hand dips and teases your clitoris. You're beautiful, and dangerous and the heat of your core could devour us all. Even were the bed, the room, and the Chateau to burn down around us. Your passion now would still be hotter than the burning room.

I watch you bite your lips before obeying. My request perhaps forgotten in a moment of pleasure. No matter. You cannot see and I am quiet as I use my arms to lift my body. My hips roll and I make certain I can stay inside you. then One arm wraps your hips, finding your clitoris. The other wraps your throat, my hand on it in a second. Down we go, Until you are stretched atop me. My legs arch as does my back, and I slide inside you. Holding you in place by my bicep upon your shoulder and my hand at your throat. For a moment I am stopped and I must reach for a remote, before I can put on Ravel. My hand returns to your Pearl and with the softest touch my calloused hands can manage I tease and play across it. My hips move in time with the music, matching the rhythm of the winds, while my hands now busy across your nipples and your bud, match the strings.

"This; Lover. This is My plan. It is a melody and you are my instrument, the moans I will create are my symphony. This is my gift to you, and my greatest want. To create something as beautiful as you Little Girl. Enjoy it."
 
You move me and I am unsure. Stretched across you, and I am still confused, but you are my guy, so I allow you to put me where you will. I smile when the music starts, and close my eyes.

I rise and fall with music. I become one with the sounds that fill my ears, even if for a moment feeling silly. But I give into the pressure building inside me. I crescendo in time, my clit feeling every little pulse of the orchestra. I recall the feeling of playing in front of an audience, and the pound of the music in my ears, the staccato causes a gasp, the legato a relaxed moment. And with every bar, I climb higher and higher, matching the slow build to the top.I know in your arms I am shaking. Losing my grasp.. and then finally it crashes upon me, and leaves me so sudden so quick.


Chronie! I cry out hoarsely, and lose it. Crying and shaking, your hand is covered as I gush. La petite morte, je suis finis mais pour ton amour.
 
Your body peaks and I bite my lip. Riding out the crest and waves of your orgasm. Soon all my motions come to a stop as I listen to your cries. My god your gorgeous cries. I feel you shake and my arms fold around you, my legs dropping me and you as we roll to the side, Spooning as my member slips from inside you.

"Repos. Repos, petite fille."

My breathing is as heavy as yours but my need is still there. I feel myself, heavy, aching, wanting to burst.


"I have no strength. There is only me left to take. When you are ready, your wish will be granted." Almost painfully, I move my legs over the bed. Exhausted with the effort. "Please Aus. Please, finish me."
 
Your words calm and soothe me. I am so completely calm and subdued that you could ask anything of me and I would give you all of it and more. I am so very pleased. I shake for a moment more, every nerve fiber tingling as I come down.

I don't take too long knowing how close you are. Possessing the strength that you do not, I slide off the bed and kneel before you. I hold up my breasts for you, sliding my body slowly between your legs. Leaning forward I lick the tip of your cock, tasting myself as you are still coated in a sweet sheen of me.


"Give me this Chronie. Do not deny me. Or yourself."
 
I'm dazed and near a breaking point, when you fall between my legs. Your breasts wrap about my shaft, and I throb. Gods but I'm close. I can feel your breasts, soft, slick and slippery, each sudden movement taking me close to the edge.

I can smell the air around us, hot and heavy with out passion, It's scent permeating my nostrils, Driving me forward, lust beggeting lust, A perfect circle. Then you circle, Your breasts pulling insistently.

I gasp, and make a fatal mistake, looking into your hazel orbs. They mirror mine. I can't help but be mesmerized, when I see your ache for my release, watch you demand silently that i give myself over. That I fall, that I suffer death, small as it is.

Finally I hear you speak. I cannot deny you. I know this, I can deny you nothing, and I cannot deny myself. I cry out. And fall silent. Unable to do more than watch helplessly, as my shaft explodes upon you. It has been too long, and my release is torrential. Spattering your cleavage, the tops of your breasts, your decolletage, spiraling up to impact your chin and lips, and throat, and slowly dripping down over your bosom. I am finished.
"Aus. Gods sweet. Thank you."

I moan and shudder. Finally fulfilled. With the last effort I have I pull you up to me to hold you. Satisfied, tired, fading for sleep. "Thank you little girl. That was wonderful."
 
The tiny gasps and moans that fall from your lips, the moans from your chest, as your cock disappears between my breasts. And it is good. I work for but a moment before I hear the hitch in your voice, and suddenly the hot ropes spring up at me, I close my eyes accepting this moment, for it is the right way for this to end. Epically covered in your cum, I cannot help the giggle from this thought, my index finger already scooping some of the cum from my cheek to taste you. I close my eyes sucking on my finger as I reflect on this night, so fraught with difficulties, but that we each got what we so both direly craved.

Smiling, I head into the bathroom to clean myself off, coming out refreshed, I climb into bed, a tiny little package tucked into my hand. Saying nothing to you, I snuggle into your arms, and when you place them around me, pulling me close, I smile and using the bit of floss I took from the bathroom I bind your hands together around me. Sighing happily, I drift off to sleep to the sweet sound of your disgruntled moan.
 
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For the tour, Mesdames et Messieurs, this is the entrance to my sister's gardens..
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La salle á manger et la salon...
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Et finalement... my bedroom.
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Yes, in case you were wondering, there are places for the training and pleasure of those who understand and pursue the darker arts of sex, meaning- BDSM. Please remember the tenets and be safe, sane and consensual.
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I have a staff for your every whim to be filled, and I ask that you respect each other and all guests to the chateau. Amusez-vous mes amours!

This room has been cleaned.
 
Strolls down the stairs surprised.

UK? How nice to see you!

Kisses his cheek in greeting.
 
Ausus! My dear!

I lean down and give you a sweet kiss,

I just couldn't help but to drop by, did you have a nice nap?
 
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