C G loft.

C G‘s Loft.
High up in the Inn above the guest and residents room lies the loft nestled under the eves of the roof. Strong oaken beams slant from the ridge to the floor.

There is a hammock slung by the round eve window that looks out over the Bay and Faiths lighthouse. A seaman’s bunk against one wall, a writing table of oak that was once down by the hearth. The pictures and small treasure of a life at sea, memories of all the places and people that have crossed his life. The desk holds but two pictures in an antique silver frame, on one side his Chris and on the other the ski area of Mt St-Anne.

All in all it is a simple room. Clean and shipshape in “Bristol Fashion”.
 
I am glad you like it Miss. I draw a length of line from my pocket

I believe you said something about sailor’s knots Aus.
 
Why you my sweet Aus. I lean closer and whisper in her ear how I will cut her blouse and skirt from her as I speak of the dark pleasures of submission.
 
I smile as Aus holds out her wrists, a soft kiss to each dainty offering. The silken cord binds them together slowly I feed the bitter end of the silken cord through and eye and then draw her arms high above her head till the young beauty is standing on her tip toes. I make the line fast and slowly circle Aus admiring how her firm young breast strain at the fabric of her blouse longing to be free. My mouth crushes to hers in a savage kiss that demands all she has to give. Slowly my lips part from hers.

Shall I cut your clothes from you Aus my sweet do you long to feel the cold caress of steel to your warm soft silken skin?
 
I scan the room and find a small hook over the door. I reach up and test it, by jumping, and then finally catch it, my hands stretched above my head and my feet on tip toe. I grin over at CG

Do your worst, sir.
 
Laughing and with a sparkle in my eyes

I shall ma cher.

The glint of the morning light catches the kean edge of the knife. It cold unyielding surface caress her warm soft skin. Each button slowly surrenders to the blade the soft whisper of material parting whispers seductively to the fair young beauty. Her blouse falls in tatters and flutters to the floor. With three flicks of the wrest her bra is just a memory. My head bows and the tip of my tongue circles her dusky pink areola, before inhaling her sweet rosebud nipple.
 
My back arches and I moan softly, letting him catch my nipple. I close my eyes softly, happily, contentedly.

Ooh yes.
 
I roll Aus taunt nipple along the ridged roof of my mouth. Slowly I work the helm of her skirt higher and higher. The cool caress of the evening air caresses her silken thighs. My teeth grip her taunt roe bud nipple. I inhale deeply drawing a cool steady stream of air over that feverous bud.
 
Oh hell CG.

I struggle in my bonds... what was I thinking? Hands over my head? What? Why? I long to touch him as he is touching me. And suddenly I am gasping with the knowledge that I am completely at his mercy.
 
Aus struggles are so sweet and when she gasps Oh hell CG a smile bows my lips as I suckle that taunt little rose bud nipple. My thumbs hook into the waist band of her panties and slowly work them and her stockings down over the firm curve of her ass. I sensually work them down the long columns of her legs. That sweet nipple pops from between my lips, kisses caress her taunt quivering belly I slip Aus shoes from her feet, soon followed by stockings and panties. Again the cold caress of steel on her warm supple flesh and the seductive whisper of material parting as her skirt is cut from her to lie in tatters around her trim little ankles
 
Bound and naked before him. The pleasure of it. The cool, salty air caresses my skin just as surely as he does. I close my eyes, softly murmuring a yes. My clothes are a heap at my feet and I arch into his touch, craving more. Always. More from my CG.
 
I step towards the bound beauty let my finger tips sensually explore her naked perfection. Their caress so sinfully intimate as my dark gaze holds her soft smoldering eyes captive. My lips brush Aus’ in a slow seductive kiss my hands cup her firm young breasts, I roll r taunt rose bud nipples between thumb and fore finger.

“What do you desire my sweet?

My voice soft and tempting. When she hesitates I pinch her nipples and give them a tug.

“ Is it pain or pleasure my sweet kitten?”

A playful nip at the hollow of her neck where her life force throbs just below her silken skin.

“Or is it both you crave Aus?”
 
Soft kisses, decadent words... classic CG. Not like I could fight it.

Both, monsieur. S'il vous plait. I crave pain and your pleasure.

On the tips of my toes, I try to move towards him. I cannot.
 
Such a greedy little Miss you are. Shall I pierce your nipples and give you pearls to wear before I take you sweet girl?
 
a gasp and wide eyes as I look up at him

Pierce? Vraiment?

Does he mean what I think he means? Would I like it if he does?
 
I see the question in those stunning eyes a wicked smile bows my lips.

“Oui, vraiment ma cher.”

My voice dark and husky as I roll her nipple under the pad of my thumb.

“A moments’ pain sweet Aus so rich and full fading to dark pleasure the golden ringlet, the perfect tear drop pearl to grace the naked perfection of your breasts.”

I let my words paint a vivid picture of what I offer, words to curl around her will, to tempt the sweet young beauty.
 
My bottom lip trembling, and I search his eyes for any sign of malice. Only open lust shows, and I am done for. My head gives a small nod.

Oui monsieur.

I bite my trembling lip, and lower my eyes. It's then that I notice that I'm wet, and moan softly.
 
Oui monsieur.

Her voice a gasped whisper as she shyly nods her head in accent Aus’ lip trembles in fear and anticipation as she demurely lowers her eyes.

“Bon!”

Little kisses flow down along the sensual bow of her neck, kisses as soft as the brush of a butterfly’s wing. The tip of my tongue teasingly circles Aus’ dusky pink areola. Teasing and tempting the young beauty’s flesh till it is a puffy little pillow crowned by a pale pink throbbing nipple. My teeth grip the sweet bud as I inhale deeply drawing a steady cool stream air across the feverous bud.
 
I arch at his teasing kisses and sweet bite. A whimper is teased through my red lips, my soft hazel eyes watching his actions.

Mon dieu...

I pant softly, waiting for the pain that I know is coming.
 
Aus’ gasp of aroused surprise her little pants of arousal please me as she sighs,

Mon dieu...
Those simple words fading into a dark sensual sigh. My lips are soon replaced by my fingers as I prepare her other sweet neglected nipple. Again that sensual assault her little gasped whimpers.

My eyes hold Aus’ captive as I bring a shimmer crystalline cube of ice to the bound little redhead’s nipple. It’s cold caress to that feverous peaked little pink rose bud. A glint of light from the sharp point of the needle, the press of the point to that chilled pink bud and then a flash of white hot pain.
 
My eyes close and I dare not look. I tremble and cry out, the pain flowing through my body as I breathe. The cold, the sharp sting.. it's, it's kind of divine. A deep breath, and my eyes open to look at him. Watch his methodical treatment.
 
Those stunning eyes fluttering close the sharp divine cry that fills the room echoes in my soul. Her gasped deep shutter breath as Aus’ eyes snap open now smolder with an unholy fire. I hold the golden ringlet before those stunning eyes a perfect circle that lays open. Each point of the open circlet as sharp as a serpents tooth that serpent’s tooth pressed to the base of her throbbing nipple. My fingers press it close. Then a perfect tear drop pearl is suspended from the golden ring to caress Ausus' puffy areola and to sensually tug at her pierced nipple.

I now turn my attention to the young beauty’s neglected nipple as I prepare to pierce and decorate it.
 
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