Sand's Castle

[MaskofSand]

*Glancing up as I hear footsteps, hoping at first that its him, but that voice is certainly not that of Vati...*

Hello?

*Seeing my company as he circles around to the bar, craning my head up a bit more to see him, a red hue taking my face over the state I'm in*

Um.

You could somewhat say that.

*Seeing his glance to the black ink on my skin, blushing even more now* Vati... was... um.
He has a new marker...

 

[Leopald]

A new marker is always fun... Personally, I can never resist.

He chuckles and steps closer, taking a seat on a small stool beside the stocks. Another slow draw of his drink.

Of course, the word choices are quite interesting. If I didn't know better, I'd say your holes were being advertised for free use...

A raised brow, as he playfully mocks her situation.

 

[MaskofSand]

*How close is he going to get? Shifting as the stool is scooted out, I can only watch him, seating himself so I can see him and he can see the ink*

I was, um... a testing spot?

*Hearing the clink of the ice in his glass, the sip of the drink, realizing I'm getting thirsty myself, too. It's not until he mentions the words' phrasing that I look up again*

I don't even know what he wrote... *Frowning, though a bit worried on it now with that taunting tone* He said. He wanted to see who would come and.... further humiliate me...

 

[Leopald]

Ah, humiliation... Yes, I can see how those words could do that. But I wonder...

The side of the cold glass is pressed against her pussy, and held for a few moments. Then he pulls it away, slowly, before dragging a single finger up your slit. The digit is brought forward into both their views, and wiped across her cheek.

That's what I thought. You want to know what it says back there, don't you?

 

[MaskofSand]

*So teasing! He's almost as bad as Vati...*

HNAH!

*My legs stiffen as the cold glass meets my skin, an unexpected surprise that jolts me in my stocks, the warmth of his trailing finger a shiver-inducing follow up, already eliciting an aroused noise from my lips. Whimpering lightly as he holds up the finger and proves that I'm already wet with the wiping against my cheek, I can only nod at first at his question*

I do...
I don't know what he's inviting other to do...

 

[Leopald]

A raised brow, and his eyes bore deep into hers.

Are you sure you really want to know?

He shrugs and runs his fingers over the words, casually, as if translating some ancient writing with ease. He can't help the smirk on his face, or the cheeky tone as he continues.

Well, you know...the usual... Invitations for fillings, and ideas of holes that shouldn't be empty. A great big signal for anyone who happens by, really. Its rather...

A playful slap on the exposed ass.

...Slutty.

 

[MaskofSand]

*That tone almost makes me afraid to know, digging my nails into my palms and a bit worried to look his way again. The feel of his fingers tell me he's still playing, testing. I wonder if he's questioning Vati's invite... Debating it... But what the hell does the damn thing say?*

He has a way with words...

*I manage to get it out meekly before he slaps my ass, squeaking softly at the toying little spank, swallowing hard as I close my eyes and stiffening my legs back up*

Maybe I am.
If that's what he wants, I am...

 

[Leopald]

You are, huh?

He downs the rest of his drink and stands, lifting the back of his long coat as he steps away from the stool, so as not to knock it over. A quick trip back to the bar for more ice and a fresh drink, and he pauses. Without turning, he speaks once more.

And what do you want? The words on your ass say things, but your mouth has to match, doesn't it?

Within a few steps, he is behind her again, the cold glass carefully set upright on her ass-cheek, and his finger teases at her folds.

Even your cunt speaks volumes... But that still isn't enough. What do you want?

 

[MaskofSand]

*Frowning a bit as he walks away, listening to the footsteps, glancing up to see Chair chuckling again. Damned thing.*

I want...
I want to make him happy.
I want to know I've done well for him.

*Cringing at the cold, wet glass that leaves condensation running against my skin, wanting to buck it off but knowing that would probably not go over well at all. His decision to toy with my sex isn't helping much in not throwing that glass off, however. Whimpering and trying to keep still, I close my eyes, attempting to answer*

I... I want to be used...

 

[Leopald]

You want to be used...

He repeated the words back slowly, as if analyzing them, mulling them over in his mind, pondering the implications. All the while, the lone finger teased at her folds casually, then raised from her pussy and rubbed the collected juices across her other puckered hole.

To be used...

Used.

A slow nod, as if she could see it. He decided to pick up his drink, lest it be bucked off her back with his next action. As he took a sip, his teasing finger pushed against the anus before him, but didn't penetrate.

Be...specific.

 

[MaskofSand]

*Repeating, repeating. Why is he repeating? Is he repeating? Am I just hearing it that way because of that unceasing touch? When the finger withdraws, I can hear him a bit clearer, though only for a moment before he teases against my ass. I stiffen again, my heart racing a bit faster. Vati's own efforts there earlier had left me sore- what's he planning?*

I... I mean... *Whimpering as the finger pushes against me, closing my eyes and trying to keep focused as I shiver*

I mean I want to- To be-
To be fucked. I want to be his toy, the toy of those he allows to play with it.

He wrote an open invitation on my skin.

I want to be the little slut he wants of me... *Nearly choking on the words, letting the syllables twine with whimpers and moans, thinking of what could be written on me, what he's expecting, what Leo is planning- Just so many thoughts trying to pour through my mind.*

 

[Leopald]

And what a wonderful invitation it is.

But that's all he has to say on the matter, as his hand pulls back from her body completely, and he takes his seat in the stool once more, brushing back the coat for more comfort. Now that he was once again in her field of vision, even if only barely, he takes another sip of his drink while his eyes study her face.

All that matters is his pleasure, then... And when you please others, you ultimately please him. This is the nature of a toy's existence.

At this point, he was more talking for the sake of talking, rather than passing obvious information. He very much doubted she would much be in the mood to come up with ice-breakers and small talk in her state, so he was filling the silence.

He chuckles randomly. Ice-breakers indeed...his fingers had just been exploring the outside of her cunt and ass. Doesn't get much more broken than that.

A toy's life isn't for everyone, but it can be truly enjoyed by some. You seem like the type that embraces it, and fulfills the role rather well. You do him proud, from what I've seen.

 

[MaskofSand]

*He's never actually entered me, and I'm already shaking. He may not have physically used me, but he's certainly fucked with my head. Nodding as I peek at him out of the corner of my eye, I look back to the floor, shifting a bit in my place as he reiterates everything.*

I hope I do.

*I whisper the words, closing my eyes as I sigh softly.*

Sometimes I wonder if I've done something wrong. Not- not this caliber of wrong. This was definitely a 'bad' that landed me down here, but. I mean. If he's truly upset with me.
Would he still punish me? Or would he simply leave me to suffer my own guilt without him around?

I want to see him happy. Knowing I was a part of that happiness' cause makes me feel wonderful... that I can do that for him. Sometimes I talk too much, I know that. I think I tell him too much, that I'm rambling. I'm doing it now, in a terrible spot to BE doing it.

*wriggles a bit to accentuate that point*

I do enjoy what we've had thus far. I hope he has too.

*A light frown comes to my face, glancing back at him*

But, Mister Leo? I'll be honest... I'm not really enjoying this.

 

[Leopald]

As the girl speaks, he simply listens, nodding his head appropriately and sipping at his drink occasionally. She was quite devoted to him, that much was sure.

But he raises a brow as she finishes talking, and glances across her face.

Not really enjoying what, exactly? The stocks? The punishment? My company?

 

[MaskofSand]

*That was misworded. Terribly misworded. I quickly shake my head, trying to back out of the awkwardly stated sentence directed toward him moments ago*

N-No, not like that, Mister Leo! I mean the stocks, being down here... It's...

*I sigh softly, letting my head fall again as I frown*

It's not because of you, Mister Leo. I would rather have company than be alone here with Chair.

 

[Leopald]

He chuckled softly at her obvious discomfort and desires to reword her original statement. He did so enjoy prodding playfully at vulnerable targets. And then she mentioned the chair.

His head turned slightly to look in the direction of the "furniture", and his brow raised in appraisal. He'd only seen such a display a few times before, so it was pretty unique piece. His eyes slowly drifted back to her, smiling once again.

Ah, yes. Chair. I should think that would be pretty good company... You can't tell me you never ponder sitting there from time to time. Or maybe you've already tested it...

Once again, his lips turned up in a grin, and his brow raised in a knowing manner, while he studied her face for its reaction.

Silly subbies. Always so curious, its no wonder you lot get in trouble so much.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

*Tops off his Pimp-Cup with Louis XIII before watching the latest visitor descend into the dungeon, presumably to share words or take advantage of the castle's Lady. I make my way down the steps casually some time later, still sipping slowly.*

*I find him in the process of teasing her, taunting her... the warm up. I quietly make my way over to Chair, sitting plainly in her sight as the amalgamation of girls moan in unison as my weight comes to rest and spread among them, lending them purpose, a rare privilege in the life of a Chair.*

*I say nothing, merely stare into her eyes, focused, expectant, still. I look into her deeply and tap my foot impatiently. I put her on display to watch her be used, become a public sperm toilet for my pleasure...*

*The staring is interrupted as a small cloud of sand sprinkles down from the rafters into my drink. I look up, incredulous.*

Hey! What the hell?

 

[MaskofSand]

I.. um.
*Lowering my head again, feeling ashamed yet again as he brings up the exeact reason for my current spot*
I have. And I should have known better.

*More steps echo down that little staircase, a nervous lump in my throat. A little peek, and this time I see who I was hoping for before. This time, however, I'm more embarassed than anything. I was down here for his guests to play with, not stand here and ramble on with them!*

Uh-

*I can't look at him. Instead, I glance back to Mister Leo, frowning again*
It's hard not to be curious. When all you want is to be close to him, when he's not around... You find a way to feel like you're near him. Sometimes- sometimes that winds up being something you shouldn't do...

 

[Leopald]

He glances up to see the host come in and take his seat, which obviously gives her pause, and it takes him a moment to realize why. Obviously, it was an invitation that was written on this toy, and one that would be rude to ignore completely. She started speaking of being close in whatever way she could, and he nodded along as he finished his drink and set it aside.

Standing now, he moves directly in front of her captured head and slowly begins unzipping his slacks while he rambles in response.

It is human nature to be curious, and have a desire to be close. Even for a toy, or rather, especially for a toy.

His member had grown about halfway during his previous teasing of the girl's holes, so as it was slipped free now, it hung semi-limp mere inches from her face. But he didn't bring it any closer, he just gazed down at her and crossed his arms while continuing to speak.

But a toy must give up all that she is, in order to fully offer herself as pleasing to her owner. I'm sure you know this, little one...

He tightened a muscle in his pelvis, causing his growing length to jump and lightly brush her cheek. She was probably wondering if this was another mental game of his, and if not, then whether she would be able to handle it. He simply smiled.

 

[MaskofSand]

*Glancing up at him as he moves around, listening to him speak, nodding slightly as I look back to the floor for a moment. At the sound of the zipper, I peek up again, barely lifting my head to see his waking arousal. Swallowing, I let my eyes wander up just a bit more, quickly forcing my gaze back down. No, no...*

Whatever he wants.

*Whispered words of agreement, my eyes closing a moment as I draw a breath. Talking about him like he's not there- I don't like it. I have to close my eyes, not see him, try to force out that guilt of talking this way. Should I acknowledge him? Or is he playing the fly on the wall?*

Ah...

*Feeling his cock brush my cheek, I open my eyes again, looking to my company rather than my Vati. Taunting me again? He's very good at mind games... He had asked on my mouth. Was it request for use, or simply asking my thoughts on it all? Licking my lips, waiting, trying to make sense of it...*

 

[Leopald]

His eyes watched curiously with his head canted slightly to get a better view. She had just licked her lips, and he smiled before pushing forward slightly and running the tip of his growing member across her now-wet lips.

He left it there to grow, his intentions becoming more apparent now. He could feel her cool breath on his shaft, and it was responding to the proximity nicely. It would soon be pressing more earnestly, but he wouldn't be moving away. She would be forced to either accept the head between her lips or turn away. He doubted the latter choice would be easy, given the design of the stocks, so he just watched and waited for the results of his growing manhood.

For a moment, he debated telling her exactly what to do, but that would defeat the purpose of this little game. He hadn't given her permission to taste, yet he wasn't offering much of a choice in the matter. In his mind, he was weighing the options, and trying to guess her thoughts and feelings throughout.

A small chuckle escaped him, as his cock continued to grow.

 

[MaskofSand]

*Hesitating, feeling his tip brush my lips, resting there but making no further effort... I close my eyes again, breathing softly, trying to keep my mind from jumping to conclusions and making wrong decisions. Should I open? Take him past my lips and explore a new guest?*

Hn...

*No, I can't do that. Not my decision. An invite was left to others, not to me. Its not my choice. Its his. I can hear Vati, knowing any fears that may be too heavy will be caught by him. I trust him. So I wait. Let Mister Leo decide the moves made, but do allow my lips to part with the growing press of his arousal, eyes opening as well. I barely see the man standing before me, but can tell he is waiting... testing me. I have to pass this... I just hope I'm right.My tongue presses gently against the very tip of him, a quick offer of further use from a semi-occupied mouth. Offers, not taking... but want does linger. Vati's punishment earlier still runs through me, unsatisfied want and need and lust that he refused to stop. I want now to taste... but I can't. A whine tears through my throat, frustration and confusion making this so much harder...*

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

*I lift my hand over my mouth to cover the growing smile on my lips as he wrestles with her clenched lips and she wrestles with her conscience. It makes me proud to see her holding out this way, staying conscious of her duty, her role, her place. A slave sucks cock when she is told, not before.*

She needs to be told. Tasting of cocks before explicitly permitted or ordered to is part of the behavior that landed her there.

...Unless your intention is to take her mouth by force.

*I smile at that, curious how it would play out and wondering if she would bite him.*

 

[Leopald]

There was the whimper. Her mouth was inviting, yet not taking, and for a moment he considered ending this game and making good on the invitation offered. Then he heard the voice over his shoulder, confirming what he had suspected. She wouldn't take what she hadn't received permission to have. He chuckled without turning. He stared down at her, even as he answered him.

Oh, but therein lies the fun. The game is to tease her, to make her crave more and more, while deciding just how much to give. Though, I'm sure you already know this to be true, I'm just enjoying the game.

His cock had grown enough now in the heat of her lips, and he pushed forward only slightly, allowing just a bit more of the head into her mouth. He wondered idly if she would bite, and he canted his head slightly to get a better view. She would now either have to close her lips and suck, or drool obscenely all over her own chin and to the floor. 'Which will it be,' he asked silently. Would she take what she wanted, or allow herself to be shamed and filled with more desire from what she couldn't have yet.

This was such fun, shown by his crooked smile.

 

[MaskofSand]

*Blushing furiously at the reminder of my other wrong-doing earlier from the voice atop the Chair, I focus again on the man directly before me, trying to keep control of that building desire inside. It's right there. Right there... and he's talking as though I'm not even here. Maybe that's what I should try. Force my mind to not be here.*

*I swallow again. I try to compose. His cock moves further, its own reactions bringing its motions about. He still hasn't said anything. So frustrating! Wrenching my eyes tightly closed, I let a long hard breath seep from my nose, attempting to control myself. His press parts my lips further, his flesh pressing against my tongue now. I want to. So badly.*

*But I'm also not wanting to be punished again. A punishment inside a punishment? I whine again, trying to fight the want to enjoy what I'm being taunted with and simply letting him rest there, the pool of saliva building beneath my tongue managing to seep out and around him before leaking down my lip. I want to beg, but can't use words. I can only manage another pathetic whimper around him...*