La Chateau d'Ausus

He smiled broadly, feeling her quivering against his teasing. He leans forward occasionally as he slides the vibe against her to kiss against her back and shoulder blades. He can barely help himself, he does enjoy tasting her with his lips. As much as he enjoys teasing her, and having a little bit of practice has made him really good at it.

When the first moan slides past her lips, echoing in the room, it makes his lips tilt upward again. He really is quite happy with himself at the moment, probably more than he really ought to be, and he finds that it doesn't matter. He sees her straining against the ropes and it only drives him to be more insistent. He knows that he's found her clit somewhere within the trail he's caressing, and he presses in a bit harder and faster, increasing the stimulation. He laughs softly, the sound only adding to the room's ambiance.

Then, suddenly, he cuts the switch. He slips around in front of her again, glancing up at her face. He can read the concern there...and the arousal. "Let's see how you've done so far, shall we?" Noon kneels down right between hers and then slides his face close to her crotch, his hot breath teasing her thighs. Then his hand drags up and presses against her panties, detecting the first hint of dampness. "Oh, this is not good. It seems like you're a good little slut, my dear, but also such a bad little girl." His eyes flash as he smiles up at her, rising back to his feet. "It's time for punishment round 1."

He glanced around for a moment and then another wicked grin appeared on his lips. "But first, we should raise the stakes a little bit. It's a shame so much of your staff is on vacation right now..." he pulled out a digital video camera, and then produced a tripod to place it on, speaking as he set the rig in place and pointed it at the helpless Aus, "so let's keep a record for them, shall we?" He attached the camera to the tripod and checked the angle, making sure he got everything in frame. "New rule-if you cum, your entire staff will be shown this video of their mistress squirming and squealing...best you don't find that pitfall."

Noon laughed and then slipped behind her again, gathering his belt in his grasp. "Now, you will thank me for each lash, Brat...are you ready?"
 
His kisses dot my back and shoulders, the goosebumps raise from his sweet kisses just as much as they do from what he is doing to me. Gasping and writhing in my bonds, it doesn't seem to be helping. Just making it worse. The combo of the caresses to my back, and the torture over my slit... fuck it's divine.

The moans cascade past my lips serving only to encourage him, which doesn't help my situation at all, I can feel my body rising to match his movements to my sex. Dammit woman! Breathe! You can't be that easy!

Then it stops, and my eyes fall open and there he is standing in front of me, all danger, edge and softness. He searches my face, easily reading that I am severely worried. I don't dare give him anything else, my mouth stays closed, though I fight between wanting to cuss at him or beg for more. His hands slide up my thighs, his face dangerously close to my throbbing clit. I turn my head. I can't look. His hand presses against the thin white fabric, and a whimper presses against my closed lips.

"Oh, this is not good. It seems like you're a good little slut, my dear, but also such a bad little girl." Oh I want to yell at him- What in the hell did he expect?!

"It's time for punishment round 1." OF course it is. Just lay it on thicker.

He produces a camera and sets it up. Oh shit. The little black lens points at me. I flip off the camera, and him. God I wish I was free, I'd like to hit him.

"Now, you will thank me for each lash, Brat...are you ready?"

"Umm... no... not ready. You left the camera on. It should be off. Just thought you should know." I crane to look over my shoulder. "Also, no need to hit me, I give- you win. Yay!"

He doesn't move. Smirks a little, I think.

A sigh. Fine.

"Bring it."
 
He does smirk behind, even laughs a bit, softly. Her brattiness really does bring him joy. He waits for her to finish her rambling. She finally gives in to the silence, and he nods, a gesture that she can't see but that he knows is being picked up by the camera. "Very good, Brat."

He unfurls his belt and takes a step or two back, and then gives a quick flick of his belt as a testing motion. Feel comfortable with it in his hand, he returns the step forward and cracks the belt out, catching her across the back. He doesn't bother counting, only waits for her thanks before the next lash.

Noon doesn't even keep count for himself with the lashings. He gets her across the back a couple of times, across her rump at least three or four times, the tops of her thighs once or twice as well. He spreads it out, being merciful in that he's not repeatedly cracking the same place, but he does take his time, drawing out the time in between swats so keep her nerves up. Finally, as he finishes, he sets his belt aside on the bed once again and smiles, his voice once again sweet as he leans in close to her ear.

"Yes, that's my good little girl now..." and he sucked on her earlobe softly. The vibe clicked back on and pressed up against her crotch again, the distinct humming sound once again sounding out in her bedroom. "How good can she be?"
 
Just close your eyes and take it. Just close them, breathe and take it. The pain will come and you will fight it, but close your eyes and take it. I'm tense, the camera, the teasing, most of the time I can handle this, but he's got a way of surprising me.

I hear the belt, and that first test crack. I jump. And then it's time. The first one strikes my back and I arch.

"One- Thank you sir."

Over my ass.

"Two- Thank you sir"

My shoulders, I wince- and drop my head.

"Three- Thank you sir."

The strikes fall across me, and my voice cracks, becoming whines as I count. Each one accentuated by a jerk, I want to be free. But I can't. I squirm. And count. Whine. And say thank you.

Twelve. Fifteen. I am panting now.

He stops. Tells me that I am good. His lips on my earlobe send shivers through my whole body. That damn vibe. Placed against my clit, vibrating though my already weak frame.

"please, please, please stop sir."

Dammit. Those aren't safe words.
 
"please, please, please stop sir."

She's getting into the right frame of mind, it seems. She was bratty, even impertinent earlier, and now she's feeling the consequences. That's very good. Unfortunately, she does have a rather large store of it to make up for, so the tiniest bit of simple pleading just isn't going to make much difference. He doesn't relent at all, he only presses forward, more aggressively, pushing her closer to the brink.

"Do you really want me to stop, my sweet? Is that what you really want?" Noon grinds it against her and keeps his lips moving softly against her neck, knowing that it heightens the danger for her. "Or maybe you really would like me to keep going? Is that what you want?" He knows that her body is being wound tighter and tighter, and he's all too happy to be the instrument of her torture.

He knows he's going to let up in a minute, to relent just slightly, when she's breathless panting and her body is tense with need. So he waits for the right moment, increasing the stimulation, reaching around in front of her to tug very gently on her nipple clamps as he amps the up the intensity, just a little more. And he waits for the right moment.
 
I'm tight. Wound up. I can feel the tightness building.

"Please stop sir."

Panting, wet, dripping mess. There's a camera. Keep control. Hands gripping the ropes that bind me, trying to grind my pussy against his hand.

"please stop. Please."

Of course he won't. The moans fall off my lips, dying in the room only to be renewed by newer more desperate ones.

"OOOHHHm FUCK."

It's changed now. I am so close. There is almost nothing that will stop me now.

"Sir, I am going to come..."

Panting, reckless, unable to follow the rules, I am so close....
 
Her words and tone change at the same time. She's crossed a barrier, and now, she just no longer cares. He loves her in this position-her last shreds of defiance gone, even her cling to dignity has been shattered, and she's quivering against the ropes, her body grinding against him as much as she can with the ropes in place. He lingers just another moment, keeping the vibe pressed against her poor, tortured slit, and listens to her last pleading words.

"Sir, I am going to come..." Noon smiles, and then hesitates another couple of seconds...and then he pulls his lips away from her skin and the vibe away from her crotch. He cuts it off and then slides around in front of her once again, looking at her flushed face, making eye contact, still feeling greatly in control. his arousal is evident from the bulging in the front of his pants, but he remains in charge of himself and the situation.

Then he kneels down once more between her legs, his breath once again teasing her, hot and thick, and he leans in close. His hand takes its time dragging up her thigh, repeating the process, and then he cups her crotch. "Oh my, these are very nearly soaked. Maybe you're not such a good girl after all." And then he leans in to kiss at the waistband of her panties, his tongue sliding out teasingly. He inhales deeply of her scent, lingering close, before he finally pulls back.

"More punishment, it seems..."
 
One minute I am humming along to the tune of a crashing orgasm. The next. Nothing. It stops. And I groan in deep frustration. He doesn't care. I am a deep well of need in that moment, and I want to just freak out on him.

Sigh.

"Please sir. Please let me cum."

My words are soft pleadings. I really, really, really want him now. Fucker.
 
He listens her soft plea. He hasn't told her not to plead with him, and he allows it. In fact, he silently encourages it, since he enjoys the sound of her pleading. She knows that the chances of it swaying him are slim, but slim is certainly better than none. In fact, quality pleading does occasionally earn rewards. Right now, he's uncertain whether she's going to receive those rewards-he decides to let it play out a little bit longer.

He straightens up from between her legs and then leans up to kiss her in her restraints. His lips softly tease hers, his tongue sliding against her lips quickly before he pulls away. He slides around behind her again and prepares for the second round of punishment. Even if he does decide to reward her, it's absolutely inconceivable to reward her while she's still owed punishment. Now to it.

"Punishment round 2, my sweet. Ready or not." He unfurls the belt and quickly cracks it across her ass again, knowing that she knows the drill. She honestly doesn't even have a real choice at the moment. His mouth cracks open in a soft laugh as he cracks the belt against her back and thighs.
 
The kisses are a good distraction from the absolute torture of my throbbing little clit. His tongue and lips meld with mine, and I drink his desire in. Of course he pulls away just when I want more. OF course.

And then that fucking belt.

Stinging kisses over my ass and thighs, my breasts, belly. I can't speak. I know I should be saying thank you, but I am not THERE anymore. I am a creature of sensations... close to my breaking point. I writhe, moan, plead, beg, whimper, and cry tears of frustration.

Fuck it's awesome.
 
She wasn't saying her thanks. He gave her a few extra whacks, waiting to see if she'd come to her senses, if she'd find her words, but she appears beyond that point. In truth, he enjoys the sounds she makes-the whimpering, the begging-it all has a very powerful effect on him. He thought that giving her a little break from the direct stimulation would let her come back down a little bit, but she's clinging to the brink stubbornly. He's not yet ready to give her one last dose of the vibe-she'd be finished too quickly, and he's still not ready to let her...off.

He reaches around in front of her, finding the nipple clamps again. His lips are on her neck, just because he can't resist, but he's tugging lightly on the nipple clamps. Her nipples are probably close to numb by now, but he's going to change that. He tugs on them, increasing the pressure, until he feels them both slip, just the tiniest bit, dragging against her nipples. It's got to a fairly exquisite sort of pain, and he wonders if it's going to break her hazy bit of arousal. He drags them forward, very gradually...and then they snap closed as they run out of nipple. He feels sympathetic for a moment to the pain.

He lets both clamps fall to the floor and then slides his hands gently to her breasts, rubbing them softly, gently rubbing out the pain of the last sadistic act, his touch much gentler and softer now than it had been. His lips remove themselves from her skin and he leans up to her ear, whispering. "Almost over now, my sweet." He smiles as he reaches for the vibrator again.
 
The pain subsides somewhat, but I am still pretty much a goner. I know he's tugging at my chest, and I can feel it, but it's almost like it's happening some where else.

He had told me he wasn't a sadist, that he didn't enjoy giving pain, but he's been so methodical in his delivery that I slipped perfectly. Keeping me perfectly balanced between the twin sisters of pleasure and pain. My entire body is aflame, but I don't feel it. The sounds that are being torn from my throat, any other time I'd be embarrassed. But I'm not. I can't be, because it's not really registering. Everything he does feels good.

His lips on my skin, the tugs to my breasts, I am sure I gasp in surprise and pain, but still. I love it.

I hear the vibrator again. And close my eyes...

"Please..please...Please..."

Each soft pant a plea to come. I hope he likes it.
 
She's so far gone at this point. She's just a bundle of nerves and noises, gasping as he removes the clamps from her breasts, and a moan as he massaged the tender, raw skin. Such a delicious bundle too. He's thrilled about having pushed her to this point, robbing her of the ability to even make her little verbal jabs. He listens to her panting, and realizes that she's just saying "please," repeatedly.

At that, the takes a little bit of pity on her. He's inflicted far more pain than he's normally used to, and even though she really deserved it, having brought it on herself, he decides that it's been more than enough. He reaches up and gives her hair a quick tug, tilting her head backward. A big part of him is ready to untie her, bend her over, and just ram into her, but he did say that she wouldn't be allowed to fuck him, and he will follow through on such threats, when issues.

Instead, he slips around in front of her. He kneels down between her legs once again, and the vibrator gently strokes against the soaked material of her panties as he kisses at her navel. His lips are playfully teasing her skin, and the touch of the vibe is very light, initially, then it grows more intense. Then he gives her what she's been begging for, and more. His hand darts into her panties, thrusting the vibrator into her drenched pussy, and he begins thrusting it in and out of her, using his thumb to glance against her clit with every thrust. His lips continue to lick and nibble at her skin as he waits for the big explosion, his ears trained to the sounds she's making.
 
I want him inside me, instead it's his fingers. I think. I don't know. My eyes are closed my heads thrown back and I am dying. My whole body vibrates as I come, I am gushing over the panties that I promised to keep clean, tightening around the plastic in my cunt. Screaming his name to the sky, moaning deeply.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck ohfuckohfuck....."

I collapse against the ropes, and each movement of the vibe makes me jerk slightly. "Please sir... wasn't I good?"
 
She's out of it for a long time, it seems. She's just crying and screaming and shaking against the sensations as she's been forced over the edge. He hadn't exactly given her explicit permission to cum, but he'd made the implicit gesture, so she wouldn't be punished for it. In fact, he had a little bit of an olive branch to extend. He smiled as she stood up, pulling the vibe out and clicked it off. He examined her hanging, exhausted body and then leaned up to kiss her lips softly again.

"Yes, yes you were good. Eventually. For that, I will give you one little concession." He smiled and went to the video camera, shutting it off, and tucking it away. "For your good behavior, I won't be sending this out. Not yet. But you'd best remember that I have it in the future." He grinned at her and then set about untying her, lowering her back to the ground. He supported her weight as he did, as her legs were weak from being strapped into position for so long, in addition to the bucking orgasm she'd just had. As he finishes untying her wrists, letting the last bit of rope drop to the floor, he scooped her up and deposited her into her bed, peeling off her soiled panties in the process. He dropped those into the hamper with a grin and slipped back to her side, leaning over to softly kiss her lips.

"Now you know the risk of being a brat." He chuckled and patted her cheek playfully. "Beware of my eventual return." With that, he slipped out quietly, leaving her spent form resting in bed.
 
Walks up to the front door and leaves a white box tied up with a pale blue ribbon with the member of staff that opens it. Inside is a gift and a note.

Thought this would look stunning on you and go wonderfully with your hair. Hopefully our paths will cross sooner rather than later.
B x​
 
My ladies maid leaves the package on my settee for me to find when I wake up for breakfast. Tearing into it mindlessly, I oohh and ahh as I feel the silky fabric. Jezzie, smiles at me when she enters, knowing I will want to wear it today.

The note I smile softly at, sipping my tea, wonder if the witch knew I had seen her around and was thinking of her. Desiring her nearness...

I look up at the clock and swear. Fucking hell. I have to run.. but I will get my hands on the witch...
 
Alone.
It's dark.
So dark.

I can hear the wind through the trees and I shudder reflexively. My eyes fall closed while my hands slide up the satin sheets.

Legs part. The swish of skin and satin.
Hands down my belly, tickling, nails dragging lightly, and again I shiver.

Curls cascading over the pillows, my hands slide over my sex, a soft moan bursting forth from behind red lips. Giving the finger to my clit, it's a whimper, sigh and shiver that moves me now.

Alone.
It's dark.
So dark.
 
Tiptoeing out of her room she leaves on the table:

One champagne glass, one rose.
In said glass is a perfectly faceted sapphire of the deepest blue.
It glows with an inner and otherworldly fire.

Pink champagne flows around it.
Champagne and gem entwined.

From me, to you, darling Aus
May our love and friendship be eternal.

~ Angie.
 
Shamelessly soft laughter rippling from beguiling red lips that have tempted, teased, pleased and tortured. Gentle hands caress cold marble. My marble. My cold dead home. Abandoned. But there in it's heart, lay I.

Never said I was gone. Never said I could leave this place for too long. Always calling me back, a tug back from the grave of mundane activities, my muse tiptoeing through my dreams and ideas, pulling words from me, like moans on a dark night when they've been between my legs.

They've....

The word sends shivers and another ripple of laughter. They. Them. Those lovers of mine. Their remembered words glide through my mind, some of them forceful, some teasing, but always were they insistent. Something to give, to take- one blissful conjoined breathless moment and then they left.

I want to feel the bittersweet memories paint me, but alas there is no need. It's all here. Imprinted in these walls of mine. I wonder. I wonder what sort of worlds I will fill in and conquer, conjure, and create....

But for this small moment that I, like a ghost from the past slip down my walls....
 
I had thought I would be coming back for good. I loved being here, but barely a week in and the so called drama begins.

So I'm leaving. As much as I love to write here, it's done, been played out and I refuse. Absolutely refuse to be sucked into any more penis power plays.

It is my sincere hope that Leo(sera)/CT/and LI get locked in a room, and they work out each other's shit.

To my loves Vail and Angel, I'm sorry and I love you both.
Minx, good luck with the babies.
CG- may you ever be extraordinarily happy.
Noon, you're fabulous and awesome, and way underrated.
Zy, you write beautifully and you're amazing.
Brit and Luna- ever my wishful thinking. I adore and will miss you.

I'm done here.
 
Oy. I'll tag you on yahoo sometime kiddo. I would say behave yourself but... yeah we both know that aint gonna happen . So just enjoy a good spankin :D
 
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