T Hidden Chamber

[Ysandre]

pushing the one side of the wide doors open slowly, gazing around making sure all are gone, whistling low at Madame's toyroom. Ordered only to clean up the mess and make the place ready for the whims of patrons. Looking about at the various sliced rope, the tossled stained sheets. Wax clumps the only semblence of candles along the walls. Even the chandalier needed work.
She asks much... it is Her joy.
sighing softly, smiling, shivering at the cold chills entering my back, the thoughts of erotical that will become of this room. She will hold fêtês here, Solciste, Ostarra, the heat between my thighs grew, the quicker my heartbeat with thoughts. The faster my heartbeat, the faster I moved, imaging bodies intertwined, played with, couples exploring, humiliatingly in the open. My breath quickened, my body shivered, sighing out releasing passion.
OOoooooo mmyyyyyyyyyy
Looking around at a spotless, tidy, well made room. Gasping for a moment, walking to put the last bit of the riding crop straight against the wall. Sighing softly, smiling as the room is now prepared for the next Guests
She asks much.. it is my pleasure.

 

[Ysandre]

Entering quickly, and moving to light the candles at the chandielier first, not knowing for sure the light requested, but knowing that shadows dancing on the skin will look nicer than not. Stepping up the layers to light a couple of sconces on the walls, gazing down to the stage from a warm leather couch making sure the floor shined. Smiling, then sliding down the carpet, enjoying the various layers of rough, making my way down to kneel down, thighs apart, palms up rest softly on my thighs, lashes lowered in respect facing the door..waiting for Her.

 

[Honey_B]

Sapphire blue, the color I wear, to match my eyes and bring out the power of my spirit. Red hair in a French twist, not a strand out of place. I run a gloved hand over each of the door's handles. A visual of the two sides of my personality. Very clever. The beauty of the place is startling. I take in the bed, the horse, the wheel. The generous Mistress of this chamber has seen to a guest's every need. Even so, I have brought my own bag of tricks which I set down heavily. So much to look at, to take in, to enjoy.

Not least of which is the lovely ysandra that I have heard so much about. A picture of submission.

"I have heard much about you little one. Describe yourself to me, my pet."

I run a gloved finger along her jawline as I say the words.

 

[Ysandre]

Seeing her thru the length of the lashes, beauty so startling I had to look up fully, gazing then lowering my lashes again, smiling warmly.

this one is ysandre, and as my name suggests im english, blond, green eyes, slight build, only 5'2" My lady. this one's measurements are slight of build, but stocky, more like a gymnast than a model i'm afraid, and mothers pouch shows as 4 kids born, but still taught as any belly dancers will be.
this one was skilled under Madame du Noir, aka Ldy Tehari to the finest of courtesan skills, and this one hopes to please You with them.
Lowering lashes in respect

 

[Honey_B]

I circle her and run my velvet clad fingers down her spine, feeling the delicate ridges with pleasure.

"Such a pleasing form."

I return to her front.

"And such skin."

Indeed, her skin is the soft pale color of fresh cream. Delicate and translucent. An English beauty. I take her right hand into my own and turn it over, revealing her wrist and the fragile web of veins. I trace a fingertip over them, lightly.

"Enough of that."

I drop her hand.

"Rise, ysandre."

 

[Ysandre]

melting into Her touch, sighing softly, closing my eyes, welcoming Her soft hands touching me. Her nails excite my skin, as they danced over my veins. The touch of Her steel toungue nearly as sharp. Standing quickly gathering feet beneath me, rising to Her pleasure, standing feet shoulder width apart, arms crossed behind my back, eyes downcast.

Yes Mistress

 

[Honey_B]

I grasp her firmly by the elbow and lead her to the wheel. I unbuckle the four restraints and stand back. She really is quite extraordinary. Like something out of a fairy tale. Snow White to my Evil Queen. The power...

"ysandra, I want you to step onto the wheel. Place your wrists and ankles in the restraints. And then I want you to ask me to buckle you in."

 

[Ysandre]

Startled briefly by Her touch, moving quickly. Standing in the wheel, spreading my leggs farther apart, opening myself to Her gaze. Stretching my arms out to the straps, sighing softly.

Will Mistress Honey please strap me in so that this one can be used without wiggling too much. this one would not want to agitate Her in my service.
Gazing for a moment at You, green eyes pleading

 

[Honey_B]

"Your answer is perfectly submissive. Impeccable, in fact. I do so love your voice, my sweet."

I step up on the pedestal of the wheel to buckle her wrists. My velvet clad breasts graze the tips of her nipples. I feel my own tighten beneath the material.

"It makes me wonder how that sweet voice would sound moaning in lust, dripping with aching need."

As I bend down, I trail my fingers down her legs. Beautiful, toned limbs. Her ankles and feet are small. At 5'9", I could snap her in two. The thought has possibilities.

I step back and observe my captive. The academic turned erotic. It is time to begin. I peel of my gloves. First one, then the other, before going to my bag.

 

[Ysandre]

Smiling at Your compliments, the closeness of Your body enflaming my own. The feel the familiar leather encasing my wrists securely, ever reminding me of the place i hold. Your breath warm on my leggs lights my nerves on fire. my ankles encased as You step back and admire Your work. my eyes gaze at Your powerful, desireable body before me. Lowering my lashes, blushing fully, heat rising between my thighs at the way i'm displayed.
i will sing as a harp played by a fine musician in Your hands my lady

 

[Honey_B]

My movement was swift. I went to her and backhanded her across the mouth. Not hard, but enough to get her attention.

"Never speak to me without being asked a direct question. I won't tolerate it again."

I returned to my bag. I had brought two beloved items with me from the Pearl. My riding crop. Hard boiled black leather, with a six inch lash. The crop was stained with my own blood. And a Damascene dagger given to me when I became a LIT guru. The soft light glinted off the blade as I unwrapped its silk covering. Eight inches long, the Toledo steel sharpened to a near edge. I set the knife down at my feet.

"Now for my pleasure. Do you know Mondrian, ysandre? The artist of lines."

I raised my arm and the riding crop fell across her thighs, leaving a thin red streak across the flesh.

"He perfected the drawing of lines, dividing space, defining it. He turned the drawing of lines into an artform, actually."

Again the crop fell. Across the thighs, again. This time at a slightly different angle so that it crossed the first lash.

 

[Ysandre]

Your eyes ablaze with anger, sweet heat came rushing to my skin, i flung my hair back over my shoulder, keeping my face still exposed to you. Nodding softly and looking down sullenly. Watching with anticipation, heat growing between my thighs as the riding crop is exposed. Sighing softly as the dagger comes into the light. Shadows flickering and dancing as if the steel were alive to eat flesh. Eyes widen in lust

Yes a bit Mistress, but would seek to enjoy a more detailed lesson at Your hand.

the sound of the sing thru the air peirced my ears as fire alighted my thighs. The line lay perfectly in balance with my muscle, accentuating yet bringing it alive and the sting set desire to my body. I cried out, moaning with the second blow. Red glazing over my eyes, a warm welcome fever dream snaked thru my skin, and i arched for the next blow

 

[Honey_B]

She is sullen at the slap. One day soon, perhaps I will educate her on the fine points of communication. But with time growing short, it is not the time for such an education. I let it pass.

She loves the lash. I can see that. And the crop skims over her belly with relish, connecting the previous strokes with poignant symmetry. The soft skin colors artfully. So beautiful. The snap of leather on skin adds music to the chamber. Careful restraint to land the blows carefully, stratigically. Nevertheless, maddening lust makes it difficult. Four delicate lines decorate her abdomen. And then for the final stroke, a lash across her breast, diagonally running downward from left to right.

"A temporal beauty that will soon fade, but still so beautiful. My little creation, you are so beautiful."

I trace my tongue over the slash across her breasts. Her taste is exquisite. My body responds in heated arousal.

 

[Ysandre]

Arching into the lash, moaning at it's kiss, my skin enflamed, my heat growing, thighs dampening. The cross of my belly only highlighted by the red streaks. Hard nipples anguish in the air as the strike lights firy lust throughout my body. Sighs escape my lips, moaning to the sound of the slice of the crop. Lending myself to Your strikes. Eyes flutter to acknowledge Your words, music to my ears. Your warm toungue on my body sends another kind of shockwave thru my body. Passion builds within me, desparately trying not to struggle at my bonds, even more desparately trying to give You full access, eager for more.

 

[Honey_B]

I set the crop down and move to pick up my dagger.

"I don't think I will let you taste this just yet. No, I want you free. On the bed, I should think.

Placing the knife between my teeth, I unbuckle the four restraints. After unfastening her ankles, I slide my hand slowly, up her leg, until I reach her sex. She is heated and wet, her netherlips enflamed.

I take the knife in hand.

"You do have an appreciation of art, it seems. I will continue your lesson shortly. Go now and lay on the bed. On you back. I shall be at your side momentarily."

 

[Ysandre]

The comfort of the restraints left my body, shivering as Your hand touches my sweet nether lips. Laying my head back and sighing. Nearly giving way to passion. The flash of the dagger set my eyes widening, a fear gripped my body. Moving to all fours, crawling to the bed, letting my ass sway for Your view. Showing all i had, and the moistness between my thighs, crawling up on the bed, eyes wanting to gaze on the dagger, yet not daring to stare aghast at Your beauty. Laying down on my back quickly, pulling my leggs out to give You full view and access to what You would wish to touch on me.

 

[Honey_B]

I watch the tantalizing show of her swaying ass and feel my own vulva become congested with the thought of ravaging the girl. The sweet temptation to fall upon her passes reluctantly. I retrieve my bag and place it next to the bed. I pull back the filmy drapery and feast my eyes on her. Pale blonde beauty freed from the restraints, but held captive by her nature.

"I freed you, dear heart, because I'm going to continue you're lesson with this blade. Mondrian used primary color to block off whole quadrants of his art. Did you know that his favorite color was red."

I held up my knife. The beautiful ornate handle held lightly in my grasp, the triangle shaped blade held downward toward her breastbone.

"Geometry, symmetry, artistry. That was Modrian."

I lowered the blade until the point came into contact with her skin, but allowed only the barest of pressure. Her breathing however caused her skin to press against the point.

"Notice how your movement causes greater contact with the blade, ydandra. That is why you are free. If you writhe in pain or in pleasure, the contact will be greater. So be careful, little one. Be very careful not to move."

 

[Ysandre]

She sat above me, powerfully beautiful, Your words carefully measured. The glint of the steel in the candlelight only makes the shadows dance even more seductively off Your skin. Your words bring first fright, then excitement, trying to not breathe as deeply, yet wanting to gasp in anticipation of the blade. No longer archingfor the blade, but yet whimpering for Your touch. Every nerve in my body alight for the next sweet movements.

 

[Honey_B]

Finally, fear...

My lust feeds of the flicker of fright I see in her eyes. Fear, beautiful and rapturous in her eyes. I lift the point of the dagger away from her skin.

It is time to reveal my body to her.

"you may turn you head to watch me, my pet."

I step back. I unzip sapphire blue dress. A woman to talk pleasure in all things, I sigh as the silky soft chamois slides down my body. I wear nothing underneath and am clad only in my thigh-high boots when I return to ysandre's side. Sitting on the bed and bending low, I trace a the tip of the knife over her collarbone and then down and around each beautiful breast. I bend low and trace the same path with my tongue, tasting her, feeling the soft skin glide beneath the moist wetness of my tongue.

"your taste delights me, yet I want more, ysandre."

 

[Ysandre]

Watching as You reveal Your beauty in awe. Gasping as it slides seductively down your body, exposing Your creamy skin. Stretching towards You as You sit aside me. The flash of steel reminding me of my place, the feel of the cold steel across my skin. Not daring to move, and yet wanting to pant with anticipation. Fear mixed with lust washes over my eyes, moisture takes my thighs as it glides down my breasts.
Sighing out and arching to You as Your lips alight every nerve in my body alive with Your warm toungue.
ooooooooooooo

 

[Honey_B]

"So responsive, so beautiful, so fearful..."

I hold the blade high, so it catches the light before slicing into the skin, just about her right nipple. A scarlet line blooms forth on her creamy white skin.

"Stay still, ysandre. Remember to stay still."

I bend low to take both the wound and her hardened nipple into my mouth. I run the flat of the blade over the other succulent bud as I gently suck at her breast, feeding on her lifeblood, a proper substitute for milk. The blood roils in my mouth as I run my tongue roughly over her staining nipple. It is with reluctance that I pull my mouth away, pulling gently at her flesh with my teeth. The cut to her breath only seeps a little blood. It had not been deep.

"Does the fear arouse you, little one. The pain, the pleasure, the not knowing..."

I run my unencombered hand down her body.

"Let's find out."

I slide my fingers between her legs, parting the lips of her sex, dipping my fingers into the expected wetness, smiling when I find it.

 

[Ysandre]

Whimpering out as the first cut digs into my skin. Excitement washes over me as Your mouth takes me. Gasping out at Your words. Nodding and arching, eyes alight with desire, arching towards Your fingers. Blush overtaking my body as Your hand slides easily between my very wet thighs. Smiling at your pleased smile
Pain is pleasure Mistress...

 

[Honey_B]

Her clit twitched as I grazed the delicate organ with my fingernails. I smiled as she jumped.

"Careful, luv. If that had been a knife's point, you would have been badly cut right now."

My fingers turned caressing as I stoked her throbbing bud. I set the knife next to me and worked three fingers between her lips, seeking out her opening.

"Spread your legs wider, open yourself for me."

I knit the fingers together and plunged them far into her body. I smiled as I felt her respond. Her reactions were exquisite. Such a beautiful plaything.

 

[Ysandre]

Trying desparately not to move at Your touch. Yet involuntary excited chills overtake my body. Your words bring back a glimmer of fear, knowing it would cut deep. More moisture claims my swollen clit. Opening my leggs wider, arching my hips up on my heel for You. Crying out as Your fingers plunge, squeezing hard, and laying my head back further into the mattress
Aaahhhhhhhh

 

[Honey_B]

I traced my hand up and down her arched body and then slid one arm under her waist, lifting her pelvis towards my face. I part the soft petals of her lips with my tongue, seeking out the delicate button. Sucking the tiny organ into my mouth, I scrape her gently with my teeth before sucking her clit with a throbbing rhythm.