La Chateau d'Ausus

[Ausus_girl13]

I yawn and rest my head on his chest, seemingly bored.

More garçon. Tell me what you want to do to your Miss.

 

[Dr_James]

I yawn and rest my head on his chest, seemingly bored.

More garçon. Tell me what you want to do to your Miss.

Miss, please fuck me. Please finish what you started earlier and take what you please.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

I nod, satisfied for the moment. Sit up, and slide him inside me, tossing my head back in abandon as I do so, moaning loudly. I hold him within me for a moment, savoring the feel and length of him. I begin to move above him, moving my hips to he is just barely inside me and then bringing his cock all the way within me.

Talk to me boy, what are you?

 

[Dr_James]

I nod, satisfied for the moment. Sit up, and slide him inside me, tossing my head back in abandon as I do so, moaning loudly. I hold him within me for a moment, savoring the feel and length of him. I begin to move above him, moving my hips to he is just barely inside me and then bringing his cock all the way within me.

Talk to me boy, what are you?

I moan as I am surround by her. She is so hot and wet. I am hers. I hear her words.

I am your garcon, Miss.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

Don't cum without permission.

And then I ignore him. He is merely a toy that I am using to get off. My fingers slide over my clit and I bounce and rub. My eyes are closed and my hair is flying over my face, I can feel myself climbing closer and closer.

 

[Dr_James]

Yes, Miss.

Don't cum without permission...

I will now know just how hard that can be.

She feels so good. I watch her play with her clit as she uses me. Uses my cock for her own pleasure.

So I watch her, and it pushes me quicker towards my orgasm.

I bite my lip in panic, moaning. Please come soon. Please...

 

[Ausus_girl13]

He might've said something. I don't know. Don't really care. I purposely push myself over the edge and scream with my release, tightening around his cock, milking at him. Gasping and moaning softly. I rest my head on his chest as I come down, and slide off him. I think idly of denying him, and decide to ask him.

Should I deny you, garçon? Do you deserve to cum?

 

[Dr_James]

I groan as I slide out of her. I am disappointed and grateful at the same time as I would not have held out much longer. Then the question.

It is not my decision, Miss. It is Yours to take if You so will it.

A look into my very green eyes says...Please take it. I need you to take it.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

I rest on my side an look at him. I reach up and undo one hand of his.

One hand. One minute. Cum for Me.

And I watch.

 

[Dr_James]

My hand flies to my cock and begins to work. I feel your juices still on my cock and I think of the images of you in ecstasy earlier. I moan and my cock erupts.

I struggle to find my breath before looking at you.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

I watch you, and grin when you cum. I dip one finger into the mess of cum on your stomach and then lick my finger and smile.

Well done.

I kiss him softly then and smile happily.

You did very well. I am quite proud of you. Now you may leave. Perhaps next time you will be ready to spend the night with your Miss. But tonight is not it.

I slide from the bed and cover myself in a robe.

You'll find that your clothes are waiting for you on the chair where you left them, cleaned and pressed and a towel has been placed nearby for you to clean up before you go.

I will check on you tomorrow. Good night Dr. J.

With that I step into the shower and close the door behind me.

 

[Dr_James]

I kiss her back and rub my wrists. Before going to the towel and cleaning myself off.

I am happy to have pleased her. And as I dress I think of her in the shower. I place the dirty towel aside and leave quietly, hoping she will have me back.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

The shower clears my head, and finally I can breathe. And he thought he was scared. I was terrified. I lean my head against the wall for a minute and then turn off the water. I smile softly, thinking of tonight and wrap a towel around me. My excellent staff has already changed the sheets so I drop the towel and jump into bed, I close my eyes and think of those who matter to me most, with a smile on my face I drift off to sleep.

 

[Dr_James]

The following morning your staff finds an envelope and a rose laid carefully on the step. The envelope contains a note. The neat script reads:

My Miss,

Thank you for your attentions last night. Thank you for showing me I can willingly and happily obey.



Your garçon

 

[Drunken_Angel]

Dips a bare toe in the pool... defiant. What does one wear when her shoes become ash? Hair and legs that stretch on forever.

Love you, Aus.

 

[monique_minx]

Stops by my wife's place and slips inside with my key. I silently wander across her room, careful not to disturb her and leave her a gift with a note. Exiting just as unseen...

Thought this was oh so fitting for you and I, babe.

Signed and sealed with a

Minx

 

[Drunken_Angel]

Sneaking into Aus' room, every pair off socks has been.. unpaired and and rerolled with a completely mismatched one.

 

[Drunken_Angel]

Dipping a toe in the pull, legs dangling over its sides, angel leans back and looks at the sky with disinterest. "What to do, what to do?"

Petulant boredom twists her features into a near pout as she searches in vain for her next prank. Socks ignored... itching powder ineffective. Shoes gone. There must be something.

 

[Drunken_Angel]

Sneaks behind the bar, emptying the top shelf alcohols, replacing them with their lesser counterparts. Bookers Gin and Bombay Sapphire exchange bottles, Kettle One relocates. All I leave intact is the absinthe. That I would never blaspheme with a lesser bottle.

Snickering like a schoolgirl, I melt back into she shadows.

 

[monique_minx]

Sneaks behind the bar, emptying the top shelf alcohols, replacing them with their lesser counterparts. Bookers Gin and Bombay Sapphire exchange bottles, Kettle One relocates. All I leave intact is the absinthe. That I would never blaspheme with a lesser bottle.

Snickering like a schoolgirl, I melt back into she shadows.

Eyes the Angel with a small smirk, brow arched in interest of what she does with my wife's alcohol. I'd merely come to leave my love but now...I think I shall deal with the little brattykin of hers.

I wait until she peels away into the reaches of the Chateau before I wander forward and move with purpose. Snapping my fingers and pointing them at the cheaper bottles, I call to my boudoir to replace the alcohol inside them with the more expensive stuff. The bottles look the same and so do the liquid they contain.

Next I take Angel's absinthe and grin wickedly, muttering

Naughty little Angel's need to learn lessons about playing with my wife's things...I'll play with her things...And only I play with my wife's things like that...bad Angel...

I pop the bottle and set it down, taking up a salt shaker and loosening the lid, I dump the contents into the bottle and use my boudoir's magic to reseal it before replacing it on the shelf. I magic it to give Angel a loud audio message when she tastes it before I vanish back to the recesses of my Master's Pride.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

I skip into my own chateau and take the notes that have been left for me, up into my room, keeping them forever. My boy, and my wife both rock **. I giggle softly at the angel's sweetly laid plans that have disintegrated, nevertheless the bitch has a punishment coming.

ANGEL!!! You get your ass in here right now, you cunt!









((**gotta tell ya, that sentence was twisted to write. Sounds like a happy family, till you work out the details.))

 

[Drunken_Angel]

I lay in a very quiet place. All around me is swirling mist, neither warm nor cold, neither grey, nor colorless. I find my dreaming self pondering if this is what the inside of a blind impressionist's thoughts would look like. Am I a blind impressionist? Strange thoughts, yet somehow, perfectly reasonable.

And then the serenity is broken. The mist reshapes itself forming a disembodied image of a very angry, very cruel wicked witch ala Disney's Snow White, complete with bloodshot eyes and green skin.

"ANGEL!!! You get your ass in here right now, you cunt!"

One weighted eyelid forces itself open and I immediately regret it. I try to move and my stomach lurches and the walls begin to spin causing an instinctive reaching for a floor that I'm not quite sure is really there.

Dragging myself to my feet, I moan like a sick cow and stumble toward the door.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

Shaking my head. She's taking her sweet time of it. Stupid hungover girl. Not that my head is much better, only a little dizzy. Doesn't matter. My heel taps it's cadence, the only evidence of growing frustration.

 

[Drunken_Angel]

There is a doorknob in my hand. I think I am supposed to turn it. Okay, move foot..... one more... one at a time. Why is the air so thick? It feels like molasses.

I... what am I doing again? Oh yes.. her highness is summoning me, fuck.

Stumbling into the main room, still in my clothes from the night before, belt all cockeyed, blouse wrinkled and half tucked. Even the frizz on my hair has frizz. I look over at Aus with a face still flushed with sleepy and completely devoid of color.

"What?"

 

[Drunken_Angel]

Arriving without detour, sore, aching, makeup crusting from the night before, Angel strips and falls upon the bed, not even bothering to cover herself. She is out like a light.