La Chateau d'Ausus

My eyes narrow. Where is the strong man that I know?

Hmmm.. garçon... I think you will show me just how ready you are...

I take a rose from a nearby vase and toss it to the ground

Now my naughty boy. You will bring that rose to me. Oh. No hands.

I move away and watch with my hands on my hips

Don't forget to kneel at the end, my sweet boy.

I slowly drop to my knees. She wants me to crawl to her. My hands are bound. Great...

I look to my wrists again and am reminded that I am no longer my own.

My arms extend forward and one knee then the other. I repeat until I reach the rose.

I bend down and delicately clinch the stem in my teeth praying there are no thorns.

Only she can do this to me. I knew this shortly after our first exchange.

I crawl to her. That is where I want to be.
 
He brings the rose to me and I kneel down next to him, and take the rose from his lips. I kiss him again, my lips pressed to his for a moment, and then I stand, and walk away from him.

Let us be done with these games. Come mon garçon, you may walk.

I head up the stairs to my room and wait for him to follow me.
 
He brings the rose to me and I kneel down next to him, and take the rose from his lips. I kiss him again, my lips pressed to his for a moment, and then I stand, and walk away from him.

Let us be done with these games. Come mon garçon, you may walk.

I head up the stairs to my room and wait for him to follow me.

Again a kiss. And there is that feeling of fulfillment.

I hear her words. No hesitation, no thinking this time I stand and follow her up the stairs, following her.
 
I smile when he arrives in my opulent bedroom.

Garçon, I think we shall take pleasure in each other now. Oui?

I walk forward and untie his hands

Strip.
 
I smile when he arrives in my opulent bedroom.

Garçon, I think we shall take pleasure in each other now. Oui?

I walk forward and untie his hands

Strip.

I look at her almost surprised and I am sure the shock then relief played across my face as I hear her words.

As my hands are freed, and on her command I unbutton my shirt.


Miss? May I ask a question?
 
I smile and sit on the bed to watch him, and I will enjoy it.

Oui. Garçon, you may ask me anything you wish.
 
His question makes me erupt in laughter.

Anywhere you wish. The chair is fine. They will be washed and pressed when I am finished with you.

Stop stalling.
 
His question makes me erupt in laughter.

Anywhere you wish. The chair is fine. They will be washed and pressed when I am finished with you.

Stop stalling.

I remove my shirt folding it and placing it in the chair. Then my shoes, socks and pants.

I return to the spot where she left me and stand naked before her. I stand bare for her awaiting her next command.
 
I tilt my head and stare at him openly. Licking my lips slowly. I stand and move to his side circling him slowly.

Do you like being naked for Me, garçon?

Do you want to touch Me?

I run a single nail up his back.
 
I tilt my head and stare at him openly. Licking my lips slowly. I stand and move to his side circling him slowly.

Do you like being naked for Me, garçon?

Do you want to touch Me?

I run a single nail up his back.

My skin breaks into gooseflesh at the feel of her nail.

I do like being naked for you, Miss.

Desperately, Miss.
 
I stand before him, so very close and stare into his eyes.

Maintenant, you may undress Me, garçon.
 
I look into her eyes, and I know that I want her.

I walk around behind her and carefully unzip the dress, enjoying the feel of the fabric and most the sight of her skin as it is exposed.

My finger tips make light contact with her skin as I slide the dress open and slide the straps down over her shoulders. It is electric. I feel her, I look and I listen. I slide the dress off of her and wait for her next instruction.
 
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His touch is feather-light, and sweet, he looks to me for another instruction and for a moment I have none. I step in close to him and wrap my arms around his shoulders, kissing him softly and sweetly. I step out of my heels, and have to look up at him. It makes me giggle.

Touch Me garçon.
 
His touch is feather-light, and sweet, he looks to me for another instruction and for a moment I have none. I step in close to him and wrap my arms around his shoulders, kissing him softly and sweetly. I step out of my heels, and have to look up at him. It makes me giggle.

Touch Me garçon.

I kiss her back and my hands begin to trace the curves of your body. Fingers lightly moving over soft smooth skin. I am in heaven but still I listen for her breath, for any sound from her as my hands learn her body.
 
A soft contented sigh escapes my lips. And I lean against him for but a minute, a soft kiss on his chest. I want more. Not made for light kisses or sweet little surrenders. I crave his strength and his groan. I need to hear it. I wrap my fingers around his length and take a step back.

Beg for more, garçon.
 
A soft contented sigh escapes my lips. And I lean against him for but a minute, a soft kiss on his chest. I want more. Not made for light kisses or sweet little surrenders. I crave his strength and his groan. I need to hear it. I wrap my fingers around his length and take a step back.

Beg for more, garçon.

I groan as you grab me. I am off balance again.

I hear your words and respond.

Please, Miss. Please may I have more of you.
 
My hand moves down his length and I perk a brow. I am not done.

What are you? Who are you?

The words are softly spoken. I can barely see the outline of his face in the dim light, but I watch him regardless.
 
I watch him search for the words, and when he says them I grin happily and throw my arms around him excitedly.

Mon Garçon! Je l'adore! I am so proud of you.

I kiss him softly as reward, and then step back again not touching him.

Before I take my pleasure from you. Is there anything you wish to do or say?
 
Another kiss. What I would not do for it?


Thank you, Miss.

They are the only words I can muster. My head is spinning with lust and trying to figure out what has just happened.
 
I incline my head softly and drag him to the bed

Lay down on your back and stretch your arms above your head.
 
I lay on the soft bed and place my arms above my head as instructed.
 
I climb next to him and straddle his waist, but deny him entrance to my body. Leaning over I grab the scarves attached to the headboard and tie him to the bed with a soft giggle. I slide myself over him, torturing him a little more and rake my nails down his chest.

Ask for it garçon. Beg me. Where do you want to be?
 
I climb next to him and straddle his waist, but deny him entrance to my body. Leaning over I grab the scarves attached to the headboard and tie him to the bed with a soft giggle. I slide myself over him, torturing him a little more and rake my nails down his chest.

Ask for it garçon. Beg me. Where do you want to be?


the feel of her nails is exquisite. I fight to keep my hips on the bed.

Inside you, Miss. Please...
 
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