The Mansion

[DarkWarrioress]

reaching down form her place inspecting a particular book on Flagellation: History of Corporal Punishment .. admiring the pages and carefully sipping the tea had taken its toll on my poor over heated mind, a button undone, just one to let the air in, from my blouse.. as i turn hearing the voice of this very attractive lady....
clearing my throat..

" Hello Alas not yet but . I have found a few of interest to me..."

notes her voice soft carefully balanced and very well chosen her words and this library.. shows great taste.. I must be carefull with this woman .. she is more than some would see..eyes fall from Hers to the platter and cookies..

"I havent had them for a while.. yes thank you, You ar so kind allowing me access to your library it is rather well stocked.. "

momentarily pondering sliding the book that held her interest out of the way behind her and then noting the collar once mroe with a glance thinking better of it..

Advancing into the room, I held the plate of cookies to her in a neighborly fashion. She was holding something behind her back. My head tilted slightly as I smiled. Everyone has their secrets. Their hidden passions and fantasies. This house was built for mine. My cellar room was built for those times as was my room of mirrors. My Sir and I don't use these but then, we spend a great deal of time away from Lit so that's understandable.

After Karen took one of the cookies, I set the plate on a nearby table by one of the chairs and took one myself, nibbling on it as I continued to speak with her.

"You're most welcome. It pleases me to share my book collection with others who seek out books."

I noticed her glance toward my collar again. It isn't a typical collar one sees most Masters bestowing upon their subs. He and I see things alike on that score. It would, to the rest of the world, appear more of a necklace than anything else. One that fits snugly against my throat. One that he could slip His fingers under at any time and with gentle command, draw me close or for other, more, intimate things. I am not his bitch to be led around by a chain. It is an outward symbol of his possession. A symbol that I have placed my trust in this man, that no matter what He asks of me, I am safe with Him and He would never allow any harm to come to me by His hands and therefore, whatever He asks of me, I give. Willingly and lovingly.

For Karen, as her glance slides away from collar, I will ask. Normally, I would not. I would leave her to her own devices and let one of my maids show her out. However, I know she is new to the neighborhood and it is my nature to be friendly and gracious.

"Is there something on your mind, Karen?"

The question comes softly and only gently probing.

 

[KarensTaboos]

Advancing into the room, I held the plate of cookies to her in a neighborly fashion. She was holding something behind her back. My head tilted slightly as I smiled. Everyone has their secrets. Their hidden passions and fantasies. This house was built for mine. My cellar room was built for those times as was my room of mirrors. My Sir and I don't use these but then, we spend a great deal of time away from Lit so that's understandable.

After Karen took one of the cookies, I set the plate on a nearby table by one of the chairs and took one myself, nibbling on it as I continued to speak with her.

"You're most welcome. It pleases me to share my book collection with others who seek out books."

I noticed her glance toward my collar again. It isn't a typical collar one sees most Masters bestowing upon their subs. He and I see things alike on that score. It would, to the rest of the world, appear more of a necklace than anything else. One that fits snugly against my throat. One that he could slip His fingers under at any time and with gentle command, draw me close or for other, more, intimate things. I am not his bitch to be led around by a chain. It is an outward symbol of his possession. A symbol that I have placed my trust in this man, that no matter what He asks of me, I am safe with Him and He would never allow any harm to come to me by His hands and therefore, whatever He asks of me, I give. Willingly and lovingly.

For Karen, as her glance slides away from collar, I will ask. Normally, I would not. I would leave her to her own devices and let one of my maids show her out. However, I know she is new to the neighborhood and it is my nature to be friendly and gracious.

"Is there something on your mind, Karen?"

The question comes softly and only gently probing.

pondering the moment and the question tilts head slightly the thought instant red and naughty in the extreme.. but a better judgement indeed as i nibble the cookie... my eyes meet hers a moment..

This book holds my interest.. may i .. and I dread to ask normally but it will take some time to read.. .. so i was wondering...either can I stay till I am done returning oft times to read? or maybe borrow it?

my eyes hold hers a second longer than I should knowing that the mannor will not hold my hopes or dreams long if there are no other matters that arise to keep me here.. Its obvious that Shes owned and well trained, and her owner is a man.. there for I shouldnt intrude longer.. but theres just something about her, like shes keeping a secret bigger than she shows.. and that collar not by the standards of those that do not know what they see.. they would see a knecklace simple as that .. but we knew the first time we met she saw it in my eyes and i saw it in hers.... but it was still a collar none the less, just like my choker was..to my Mistress Catherine... the padlock always down below my blouse so no one knew .... nibbles the cookie a little more watching her wondering about the answer she will give and the direction this strange friendship may yet take...

 

[DarkWarrioress]

pondering the moment and the question tilts head slightly the thought instant red and naughty in the extreme.. but a better judgement indeed as i nibble the cookie... my eyes meet hers a moment..

This book holds my interest.. may i .. and I dread to ask normally but it will take some time to read.. .. so i was wondering...either can I stay till I am done returning oft times to read? or maybe borrow it?

my eyes hold hers a second longer than I should knowing that the mannor will not hold my hopes or dreams long if there are no other matters that arise to keep me here.. Its obvious that Shes owned and well trained, and her owner is a man.. there for I shouldnt intrude longer.. but theres just something about her, like shes keeping a secret bigger than she shows.. and that collar not by the standards of those that do not know what they see.. they would see a knecklace simple as that .. but we knew the first time we met she saw it in my eyes and i saw it in hers.... but it was still a collar none the less, just like my choker was..to my Mistress Catherine... the padlock always down below my blouse so no one knew .... nibbles the cookie a little more watching her wondering about the answer she will give and the direction this strange friendship may yet take...

My brow quirked a little. My eyes held curiosity.

"Well, if you tell me which book it is?"

I had every intention of allowing her to borrow whatever book it was she had found here in the library. Every book was precious but the priceless ones were safeguarded away.

"And in any case, you're always welcome to visit here now that you have found your way here. The first time you're company, after that? You're family. Very few rooms in my home are off limits to people. My bedroom and my study are two of them. Other than that, you're free to explore at will."

There was no reason to explain the magical source of my home, she didn't seem like the type to invade my privacy. The house would let her know if she oversteps her bounds, accordingly.

 

[KarensTaboos]

My brow quirked a little. My eyes held curiosity.

"Well, if you tell me which book it is?"

I had every intention of allowing her to borrow whatever book it was she had found here in the library. Every book was precious but the priceless ones were safeguarded away.

"And in any case, you're always welcome to visit here now that you have found your way here. The first time you're company, after that? You're family. Very few rooms in my home are off limits to people. My bedroom and my study are two of them. Other than that, you're free to explore at will."

There was no reason to explain the magical source of my home, she didn't seem like the type to invade my privacy. The house would let her know if she oversteps her bounds, accordingly.

a smile slips around her lips as her cheeks burn slightly in the air, as I bring the book round in front of me and hold it up.... Flagellation: History of Corporal Punishment ..

Thank you for the warm welcome, and Your generous offer of repeat visits... I will try not to intrude, Family? Your too kind .. the blush now spreads further to my chest which heaves a little more since the words had an impact, a swallow hard as I see she can now see my dilemma..

 

[DarkWarrioress]

a smile slips around her lips as her cheeks burn slightly in the air, as I bring the book round in front of me and hold it up.... Flagellation: History of Corporal Punishment ..

Thank you for the warm welcome, and Your generous offer of repeat visits... I will try not to intrude, Family? Your too kind .. the blush now spreads further to my chest which heaves a little more since the words had an impact, a swallow hard as I see she can now see my dilemma..

The woman's cheeks flushed which made me grin, just a wee bit mischievously as I read the title of the book she had.

"Why the blush, Karen? And you're most welcome. I treat everyone the same way, provided they mind their manners and do not seek to overstep boundaries they know nothing of."

My head cants just a wee bit more as I notice her flush deepen and I watch it creep down her throat to her chest.

"Now, what, pretty lady, brought that on? it must have been something I said."

 

[KarensTaboos]

The woman's cheeks flushed which made me grin, just a wee bit mischievously as I read the title of the book she had.

"Why the blush, Karen? And you're most welcome. I treat everyone the same way, provided they mind their manners and do not seek to overstep boundaries they know nothing of."

My head cants just a wee bit more as I notice her flush deepen and I watch it creep down her throat to her chest.

"Now, what, pretty lady, brought that on? it must have been something I said."

swallows once more.. making a choice before my body says something my mind cannot control.. " memories, a dream a desire.. a forgotten feeling that now seems to force itself to the fore... the words trail into almost silence as yet again I am rendered speechless

"perhaps" my heart like a trip hammer now threatening to break out of my chest, but pushing that down deep inside I straighten and look Her in the eye hoping the alt ego doesnt surface "I think it was your tone.. it reminded me of someone... " smiles slightly as if a loss so great, so unbearable, now comes over me

"You have been most Kind.. I will return the book once I have read it ... Thank You .. Once again. May I ask .. Though I know it may sound impertinent, Do you have a sister? with a scotish accent perchance?" swallows and keeps my composure, sure that my chest is now as crimson as my cheeks and as warm as other places upon my person

 

[DarkWarrioress]

 

[Noon_Shadow]

Pulls up a chair to watch the gif in Cait's sig for a while.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Pulls up a chair to watch the gif in Cait's sig for a while.

*glances in from the ether and laughs, heartily. She leans in to kiss his cheek fondly, sneaks in a hug and vanishes again*

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Things to do and places to go on a Sunday morning. I really should get started, but I don't wanna. *whine*

I have to.

Bleh.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

swallows once more.. making a choice before my body says something my mind cannot control.. " memories, a dream a desire.. a forgotten feeling that now seems to force itself to the fore... the words trail into almost silence as yet again I am rendered speechless

"perhaps" my heart like a trip hammer now threatening to break out of my chest, but pushing that down deep inside I straighten and look Her in the eye hoping the alt ego doesnt surface "I think it was your tone.. it reminded me of someone... " smiles slightly as if a loss so great, so unbearable, now comes over me

"You have been most Kind.. I will return the book once I have read it ... Thank You .. Once again. May I ask .. Though I know it may sound impertinent, Do you have a sister? with a scotish accent perchance?" swallows and keeps my composure, sure that my chest is now as crimson as my cheeks and as warm as other places upon my person

My eyes wander over her face, noting it in minute detail.

"Well, apparently, it wasn't a bad thing. Unfortunately, no. I don't have a sister. Why do you ask?"

I continue to watch her and she is all but squirming and with amusement flaring in my eyes, it makes me wonder just what is the lady thinking?

 

[KarensTaboos]

My eyes wander over her face, noting it in minute detail.

"Well, apparently, it wasn't a bad thing. Unfortunately, no. I don't have a sister. Why do you ask?"

I continue to watch her and she is all but squirming and with amusement flaring in my eyes, it makes me wonder just what is the lady thinking?

a look of disappointment on her face for just the briefest second as she softly replies "oh just an idle fantasy that never ever seems to come true"

the sight of the amusement in her eyes that flicker of hope there that flicker of oh.. I feel the arousal complete in its moisture and my own temperature rises with the blush which now threatens to ignite my chest.. if only she had a scotish accent and was free. oh gods i`d pee myself in a hot second.. get a grip karen.. get a grip..unable to look any longer into the drowning pools of her eyes she lowers them

 

[DarkWarrioress]

a look of disappointment on her face for just the briefest second as she softly replies "oh just an idle fantasy that never ever seems to come true"

the sight of the amusement in her eyes that flicker of hope there that flicker of oh.. I feel the arousal complete in its moisture and my own temperature rises with the blush which now threatens to ignite my chest.. if only she had a scotish accent and was free. oh gods i`d pee myself in a hot second.. get a grip karen.. get a grip..unable to look any longer into the drowning pools of her eyes she lowers them

"Well, I'll leave you to your reading then. Return the book whenever you like. One of the maids will show you out. It's been a pleasure to meet you, Karen. Drop by any time. I'm usually around somewhere, unless of course, Sir has me...... busy."

A soft chuckle escapes my throat before I reach out to snag another cookie and quietly leave the lady to her browsing and reading. My bare feet leaving not a sound so it is hard to detect to which part of the house I've headed toward.

 

[KarensTaboos]

the feeling she was dismissed now runs through her silently making the choice sets the book down and steps to the maid that waits, nods once and lets the girl show me out..


pauses at the door to take a last looka round. nods and then slips out

 

[dryfter]

*chuckles softly from the shadows of the hallway, softly snapping his fingers the moment DarkWarrioress entered his view. Offering his hand to her with a roguish smile as he drew near enough to admire her evening choice of perfume. A soft hand slips about her waist as he leads her towards one of those two afforementioned...."forbidden"....rooms.*

 

[DarkWarrioress]

*chuckles softly from the shadows of the hallway, softly snapping his fingers the moment DarkWarrioress entered his view. Offering his hand to her with a roguish smile as he drew near enough to admire her evening choice of perfume. A soft hand slips about her waist as he leads her towards one of those two afforementioned...."forbidden"....rooms.*

She hadn't known what else to say to Karen. The unknown woman had shown up on her doorstep and asked to see her library. Of course, she was going to let the woman in, that's just the way she was. She had seen the look in Karen's eyes. She could only imagine what thoughts were going through her head. The bottom line was, even if there wasn't Sir, there still wouldn't be a sexual interest in the woman or any woman, if it came down to that. She just wasn't made that way.

The soft sound of snapping fingers caught her attention. His hand was offered and her own slipped into it, fingers curling around his own big strong fingers. Glancing upward into His face, her eyes were drawn to that smile she knew so well by now and slipped upward to encounter those eyes of His. Eyes, she could drown in. Easily. Willingly. His nose twitched. It made her laugh softly. She knew exactly what scent his nose had picked up. Vanilla. One of her favorites for the warmer weather.

She drew closer to His body, His hand leaving hers to slip around her waist as He led her away from the library and the woman within. Her own arm slipped around His waist as they quietly slipped away. He had plans for her. She was looking forward to them.

 

[KarensTaboos]

a telegram .. " My leaving was not as it might have been, and may have been seen as something it was not, with this in mind personal messages have been sent to you both to explain it without public knowledge of the reasoning. Replies are not needed. One hopes this will surffice. Thank you for allowing me to read in your library. Good day to you Karen stop"

 

[DarkWarrioress]

"I want to learn about you.

I want to know every nuance and thought that passes through your mind. I want to understand what I do that exacerbates you. You don’t know I do it on purpose, because of how cute you look when you crinkle your nose at me.

I want to learn why you do that little squint with your eyes. When you’re thinking. I want to be apart of that moment when you arch your eyebrow, when you’ve found your solution.

I want to know everything there is to know about that little smirk you make. You know the one? Like when I see you dressed for dinner in that salmon dress you just bought, and you come out of the bathroom, looking as spectacular as you do. When my eyes open wide, and my mouth opens just a little, when I stammer out, “you look great.” The smirk you give just before you say, “this old thing?” and giggle at me…

I want to know you well enough to know everything that goes on in your head at that exact moment.

I want to learn about you.

I want to learn every inch of your flesh. I want to know it intimately. I want to trace my fingertips over every bump, every crease, every scar and every ridge.

I want to examine you, with my hands, my eyes, my mouth, my fingertips and my tongue. I want to know what your body smells like. I want to see every freckle, mole, and dimple. I want to taste and touch you until all of my senses can identify every inch of your body.

I need to learn your sounds. That little gasp you make when I run my tongue down your collarbone. The purr you make before the contented sigh as my fingers graze your thighs. And the moan. You know the moan, the one you make as I enter you. I want to get to know that moan real well.

I want to know your eyes. The ones that you look at me sideways, when you’re angry. When I know I’ve done something wrong. When the light flickers in them just right and makes me want to stare at you forever. Even as you scold me.

I would like to be schooled in the ways of your mouth. When it turns up when you see me. When it pouts as I refuse you. How it scowls, and growls and when we argue. How it kisses me as we make up.

This isn’t the type of learning that you do in school. There’s no books to read or manual to highlight. It’s a hands on job. It takes time, not measured in classes or terms or semesters. It takes a lifetime. And if you find a partner who’s willing to invest that time, it’s a lifetime well spent.

I want to learn about you. When can we begin?"

---Author Unknown.

 

[Cowgurlhat]

"I want to learn about you.

I want to know every nuance and thought that passes through your mind. I want to understand what I do that exacerbates you. You don’t know I do it on purpose, because of how cute you look when you crinkle your nose at me.

I want to learn why you do that little squint with your eyes. When you’re thinking. I want to be apart of that moment when you arch your eyebrow, when you’ve found your solution.

I want to know everything there is to know about that little smirk you make. You know the one? Like when I see you dressed for dinner in that salmon dress you just bought, and you come out of the bathroom, looking as spectacular as you do. When my eyes open wide, and my mouth opens just a little, when I stammer out, “you look great.” The smirk you give just before you say, “this old thing?” and giggle at me…

I want to know you well enough to know everything that goes on in your head at that exact moment.

I want to learn about you.

I want to learn every inch of your flesh. I want to know it intimately. I want to trace my fingertips over every bump, every crease, every scar and every ridge.

I want to examine you, with my hands, my eyes, my mouth, my fingertips and my tongue. I want to know what your body smells like. I want to see every freckle, mole, and dimple. I want to taste and touch you until all of my senses can identify every inch of your body.

I need to learn your sounds. That little gasp you make when I run my tongue down your collarbone. The purr you make before the contented sigh as my fingers graze your thighs. And the moan. You know the moan, the one you make as I enter you. I want to get to know that moan real well.

I want to know your eyes. The ones that you look at me sideways, when you’re angry. When I know I’ve done something wrong. When the light flickers in them just right and makes me want to stare at you forever. Even as you scold me.

I would like to be schooled in the ways of your mouth. When it turns up when you see me. When it pouts as I refuse you. How it scowls, and growls and when we argue. How it kisses me as we make up.

This isn’t the type of learning that you do in school. There’s no books to read or manual to highlight. It’s a hands on job. It takes time, not measured in classes or terms or semesters. It takes a lifetime. And if you find a partner who’s willing to invest that time, it’s a lifetime well spent.

I want to learn about you. When can we begin?"

---Author Unknown.

*reads, melts*

*leaves a bouquet of prairie flowers, quietly exits*

 

[DarkWarrioress]

*reads, melts*

*leaves a bouquet of prairie flowers, quietly exits*

*smiles*

I know, right? It made me melt just reading it. Hence, the reason I posted it here.

 

[Cowgurlhat]

I would like to share this with my gaggle of girls; I hope you don't mind.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

I would like to share this with my gaggle of girls; I hope you don't mind.

Feel free, hun. I don't own it.

 

[CallmeLayla]

"I want to learn about you.

I want to know every nuance and thought that passes through your mind. I want to understand what I do that exacerbates you. You don’t know I do it on purpose, because of how cute you look when you crinkle your nose at me.

I want to learn why you do that little squint with your eyes. When you’re thinking. I want to be apart of that moment when you arch your eyebrow, when you’ve found your solution.

I want to know everything there is to know about that little smirk you make. You know the one? Like when I see you dressed for dinner in that salmon dress you just bought, and you come out of the bathroom, looking as spectacular as you do. When my eyes open wide, and my mouth opens just a little, when I stammer out, “you look great.” The smirk you give just before you say, “this old thing?” and giggle at me…

I want to know you well enough to know everything that goes on in your head at that exact moment.

I want to learn about you.

I want to learn every inch of your flesh. I want to know it intimately. I want to trace my fingertips over every bump, every crease, every scar and every ridge.

I want to examine you, with my hands, my eyes, my mouth, my fingertips and my tongue. I want to know what your body smells like. I want to see every freckle, mole, and dimple. I want to taste and touch you until all of my senses can identify every inch of your body.

I need to learn your sounds. That little gasp you make when I run my tongue down your collarbone. The purr you make before the contented sigh as my fingers graze your thighs. And the moan. You know the moan, the one you make as I enter you. I want to get to know that moan real well.

I want to know your eyes. The ones that you look at me sideways, when you’re angry. When I know I’ve done something wrong. When the light flickers in them just right and makes me want to stare at you forever. Even as you scold me.

I would like to be schooled in the ways of your mouth. When it turns up when you see me. When it pouts as I refuse you. How it scowls, and growls and when we argue. How it kisses me as we make up.

This isn’t the type of learning that you do in school. There’s no books to read or manual to highlight. It’s a hands on job. It takes time, not measured in classes or terms or semesters. It takes a lifetime. And if you find a partner who’s willing to invest that time, it’s a lifetime well spent.

I want to learn about you. When can we begin?"

---Author Unknown.

Bet I can guess just "Who" you are thinking about when you read this... hehehe....

 

[Cowgurlhat]

Feel free, hun. I don't own it.

Whoever does probably got into so many pairs of panties with that... XD

*leaves a fresh batch of coffee brewing*

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Bet I can guess just "Who" you are thinking about when you read this... hehehe....

*blushes*

I know you do.