The Café Chateau

[SubChristy]

Re: Now in bed

Now, together in the bed lie Keira, Naomi and the grunt. The grunt's arms take in both girls to his chest, glorying in their presense. The rich savory flavor of Keira and the delicously sweet flavor of Naomi. Keira, hard, muscled, tough, supremely confident and Naomi, soft, sweet, fresh and open.

Now grunt kisses Naomi and feels her body. Such contrast between these two lovely, yet so much the same

"Both of you, please me ..."

The kiss Grunt placed on Naomi's lips was tender yet strong. She could feel his hard body beneth her..his hands exploring her..making her want to please him. she smiles as both keira and her start to please him. Naomi and keira engage in a kiss...a kiss of passion. Grunt watches the girls and gets harder every minute.

not waiting any longer Grunt, takes keira to his hard cock..."make me cum" Keira hungerly takes him into his mouth. Naomi starts playing with keira making her moan....soon naomi is sucking on kiera's wet pussy.....

 

[da grunt]

Re: Re: Now in bed

....soon naomi is sucking on kiera's wet pussy.....

The grunt was truly contented, the scene of the two beauties pleasuring the beast was much to his satisfaction. Keira, with her lush lips, was a wonderful cocksucker. Grunt moved toward Naomi pussy and he reached and grabbed and pulled her toward him, completing the oral triad, each of the menage lost in their own giving and getting of pleasure.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

The end...and on to Dinner

I could tell from the look on her face that da grunt hadn't been hard on her. I was glad. 'This one is filled with courage and grace', I think to myself as I enter the shower, 'too bad I can not have her to train..at least occasionally'. Elena enters not long after and offers to help me scrub up. Her hands are perfectly suited for the task and i enjoy her ministrations. I know she has got to be behind me wondering just where my otherworldliness is hiding. I have her turn so that I may return the favor but notice all the welts and decide to let her finish up instead. I can mix an ointment to treat her with and get dressed, plus get her an outfit.

We leave together, me in my red vinyl and black leather boots and she in a beautifully detailed Oriental style dress, which molds her shape. We go to the bar to meet my Lord Wolf. Heads turn as we make our entrance and I am sure that people are noticing (and commenting on) our appearance.

We walk over to EKVITKAR together and the smile He blesses us with makes my heart sing. Offering us each an arm, He leads the way to our repast.

 

[Caitlynne]

Moira, finished with her work in the kitchen for the day, stepped into the bath tub and began to soothe her aching feet and body. Scented with oils for her skin and salts for her sore muscles, Moira settled in and relaxed.

She was abruptly stirred out of her reverie by the AI announcing that she was to be presented to a Mr. O'Bannyon and all other plans were canceled. Closing her eyes for a moment to center herself, she got out of the now cold bath, and dried herself off. Wrapping a towel around her she went to the computer and accessed the full message.

"M, you are to follow the map to the 3rd floor suite of rooms in the NE corridor, knock and wait to be admitted.

You are to wear a waist cincher, bare breasted, skirt, thong, garters, nylons and your heels. You know the outfit I mean...

You are to spend the evening with Mr. O'Bannyon. He is aware that you need to be back in your quarters by midnight to be rested enough for work in the morning.

I'll miss seeing you at dinner, but this is best for you.

~ da grunt

Moira reread the message and then began to dress. She did indeed know the outfit he meant, it made quite a first impression. The full skirt around her cinched waist, the cincher giving just enough support to make her bare breasts stand out. And when she walked they moved with the rhythm of her body, swaying but never giggling, an almost perfect presentation to a Dominant or at least that is what she had been told.

She fixed her hair up in the front and left the rest to flow down her back, her collar and shoulders exposed just as her breasts were. The final touch was a bit of Myrrh Oil at the pulse points and one final check of her ensemble in the mirror before she left for her assignation.

She'd never been in this part of the Chateau, it wasn't off limits, she'd just never been here. It must be private quarters of some sort, not just a guest's room, but a second home of sorts. She came to the door and knocked.

Standing at attendance, she heard the door open as the light fell across her body and she could see a pair of shoes standing in her line of vision.

"Come in girl, le Monsieur will be with you in a few minutes. You'll put your body there...." the servant pointed to the cushion in front of a chair and Moira moved directly to the cushion and kneeled to wait.

"Straighten your back a bit and relax your arms.." Moira complied and finally heard a soft but firm.. "Yes, that's right, that's a good girl. I'll leave you now, HOLD that position until le Monsieur tells you differently."

"Yes, Sir."

She held the position for quite a while, then finally she heard footsteps on the floor where the carpets didn't cover. Footsteps that were heavy, but deliberate and seemed to stop at times.

Paul had watched Moira hold her positions for quite a while in the dark, she didn't fidget ever, but she did adjust herself from time to time. Imperceptible to most, just an adjustment of muscles, but he noticed. Her form was good and she did much better than most on first presentation.

As he walked towards her he stopped to look at her, the way someone views a great painting, taking in the view from several different angels before finally looking at it head on. He would enjoy molding her to his needs.

He sat down in the chair in front of her and quietly gazed at her, but her eyes never moved as she continued to gaze down, just able to make out his legs and groin area. His upper chest and face just out of view.

Moira, was nervous, the silence and the slow pace had her confused. Usually clients get right to conversation. Not that any client ever hurried, but this was different in a number of ways. She really wasn't sure what to expect at all, and that made her curious and her curiosity made her become a little excited.

He finally reached out and lifted her chin with his hand, looked Moira in the eyes and spoke,

"My name is Paul O'Bannyon, but you will call me Monsieur. I'm told your name is Moira or M, but I will call you girl until I find a name that suits you better."

He stopped and let his words fill her mind, as his hand cupped her chin and his eyes held hers. Her mind had gone almost blank as soon as he had touched her chin. Combined with his words, his deep blue eyes and his voice, Moira was almost mesmerized. She wanted to blink, but she couldn't

Then he spoke again,

"I'm told you are in pain and in need of some time to refocus yourself. But I do not care about your needs, I care only that you obey."

Monsieur then took his hand from Moira's chin, running it down her neck and collar, her shoulders and across her chest to her left breast, his other hand making its way gently to her left breast. Each hand caressing and playing, massaging and exploring her as she looked deeply into his eyes and listened to his words.

Moira began to feel the beginnings of arousal, and soon she let out a slight moan, her eyes half shutting and her body making those oh so obvious adjustments. She hadn't felt this way so soon in a first meeting, not ever. She could feel his hands taking possession, his words calling to her and his eyes inspiring her to submit.

He held her eyes, and continued to touch her breasts, his ministrations becoming more demanding and finally each hand coming to rest on a nipple. He began to tug and to twist each nipple until the nipples stood up hard and erect.

He heard her moan and he smiled and said...

"Yes, good girl."

Then he twisted one nipple hard, forcing a gasp of surprise from Moira. He continued to twist and pull, harder and harder until the pain became intense, real. He watched the expression on her face as she reached the first wall in the pain, and then applied the nipple clamp to her left breast.

She gasped, but he ignored it, instead repeating the same mini-torture to her right breast. Harder and harder he twisted and pulled, until Moira finally cried out in pain. Only when he heard her cry did he apply the second clamp.

Once he did, he took her chin in his hand once again, looked deeply into her eyes, so filled with pain now, yet so filled with need. He ran his hand from her chin to her cheek, feeling the cheek bone with his thumb, while the other hand played and tortured her nipples. Each time he pinched she groaned involuntarily, until finally when the maximum amount of time had passed, he smiled a wicked smile and said...

"Yes girl, give it to me, give me your pain."

And as the tears began to fall and he saw that she had passed through to that place where pain can become whatever a man wishes it to become, he simultaneously freed each breast from the clamp that had held it and kissed her passionately on the lips. His tongue quickly taking possession of her mouth and demanding that she give her tongue to him.

Moira went over the edge, the kiss consumed her the same way the pain did, and she accepted each sensation until it was all she was, the pain and the kiss. Her body went limp as she kneeled in front of him, her juices flowing now. She was consumed by a kiss that blocked out all that had ever transpired in her life, there was no past, there was no future, there was only now.

If she could have found the means to think about it at the time, she would have realized that she had never been kissed like that it her life. And of course Monsieur would have told her that this was the point, if he had told her anything at all that is.

He finally broke from the kiss, his hands still on her breasts, but merely massaging them now, an occasional pinch and tug just to remind Moira, but he eased her out of the moment and finally had her in the space he wanted her in.

"Good girl. Now girl, I'll eat and you'll serve me. N'est pas?"

 

[Guest]

Dinner again...

They enter the dining room arm in arm.
Ekvitkar leads the way to the special table he has reserved.
Holds chairs, first for Lynette, then for Elena.
He walks around to his own seat, motioning for the Maitre' de.

"THe special ordered for Ekvitkar and party please."

"But Sir, your other guests?"

"Will be joining us shortly. I have a feeling that they are otherwise occupied at the moment."

When the trays start to arrive it interupts their smalltalk. He motions for Lynette to be served first.

"I hope you like seafood Dear One. The chef does a marvelous Talapia Florentine.. And the asparagus was done with garlic butter, mushrooms, and slivered almonds."

"Ahh..Once again, I seem to have cornered the market on beautiful dining companionship."

He looks at Elena..Studies her for a moment.

"Cheer up a bit dear, or the chef will be out here momentarily with a large knife. Chasing you around the tables. He is just as tempermental as an artist should be."

"So, tell me what the current problem is?....
ANd please do try to stop looking so confused......

Hmmm....Let me put it to you this way. I am more interested in the realities of control, than in the public exhibition of it's perogatives.
Whether I hold your chair for you, whether you sit in a chair as opposed to the floor, none of these things effect the reality of my self. You could be naked, but the truth is I rather like pretty women in good looking, sexy, clothes. "

He looked at Lynette.

"And in some cases, it IS fun to unwrap the present. Isn't it dear?"

 

[sweetslut-slave]

the reaction

"Well Curtis, you're looking well. Enjoying your stay? Gertrude certainly is looking well. Your training must be going well. She's a delightful creature, perhaps one day we can double up on her?"

All Curtis could do was smile at Gertrude, as He watched her turn a few shades red. The blush looked good on her. Grunt got up and walked over to Kiera's table, leaving Curtis and Gertrude to finish their dinner.

Curtis looked at Gertrude and patted her hand then leaned over to whisper,

"Dont worry dear, you are Mine for a little while yet. I have not fully enjoyed you myself." Then He winked at her.

Another blush later, and Gertrude smiled then whispered back,

" i shall look forward to the experience, Sir.' Then she looked around the room and just smiled.


They finished dinner and went back to the room.

 

[sweetslut-slave]

When Mr. Grunt walked over to the table, I was feeling very uncertain of his reaction to me. I was shocked to hear myself discussed in such a fashion. Well, maybe not, I thought, as I felt a grin spread across my mouth. I did feel better though when Curtis whispered he was not ready to share me! The electrical force that zoomed me as he placed his hand on my knee left me a bit breathless, but I soon recovered. It felt good to have someone feel proctective about me. That had not happened in a while. I shot him a "Thank You, Sir" grin and relaxed. Dinner was wonderful. The wine must have gone to my head.

When we finished dinner and headed back to the room, I reflected on the changes in me in such a short time. What was up!


I felt better, felt more.. searching for the word, felt more at home here. Maybe it was the fact that I was finally doing what I was ment to do. I laughed more, I thought. That sounded nice.

I looked around the Chateau and the people I had grown to love, then decided that maybe I was just home. Maybe I could be myself here, find a way to solve my personal mystery, and still serve as I felt I was intended to serve.

The night was still young and I wondered what Curtis had planned for me. Thinking about his whisper, I was sure it was something fun. I shot him a side glance and felt my body go hot again. My, I did not used to act this way. It just felt right. We entered the room and I removed my clothes then kneeled at his feet.

 

[da grunt]

To the pool

The menage a trois of oral delight continued, each lost in the joy of lust. Keira feels the temperature of the grunt's legs drop and feels his hand on her head and knows it is time, and the grunt's climax is sensed and shared by his lovers. Keira took him deep and swallowed as he convulsed. Grunt bit a final time at Naomi's clit and then spanked her ass. "Good, great in fact. Come on, get up, race you to the pool," and with that the grunt began to run naked towards the indoor pool area.

"Race, he said?" asked Keira. "Yes, he said race." replied Naomi. "Well then lets go," said Keira and was away like the wind, followed by Naomi. They soon caught up with the lumbering grunt, and Keira was past like a flash. Naomi held back, afraid to humble the grunt. "Run faster, girl, or I'll beat your ass, run," and Naomi easily runs past the grunt and follows Keira, and when they reach the pool the both jump in to watch the grunt's lumbering entrance. Lumbering until he dove into the pool, then, down to the bottom, across the pool and back before surfacing between the girls. "Lets do a few laps before dinner." and begins to do these laps. Keira joins in, keeping up with the grunt, as does Naomi. Slow easy laps, until the grunt swims to the steps to get out. "I'm feeling really great now. Keira, thank you for your wonderfully refreshing gift. I cherish my time with you. Now, escort me back to your room so I can fetch my clothes, then maybe we can meet in the club, or the dining room, or wherever we find the fun being had."

At Keira's room the grunt takes Naomi's scruff and kisses her hard. "Welcome to our home." And to Keira, a gentle kiss to the top of her head. "Thank you again, baby. I'll see y'later."

Grunt returns to his room for a change of clothes, and some personal grooming before sitting at his computer for a few moments, studying, always studying ...

 

[SubChristy]

At Keira's room the grunt takes Naomi's scruff and kisses her hard. "Welcome to our home." And to Keira, a gentle kiss to the top of her head. "Thank you again, baby. I'll see y'later."

"Thank you, sir" Naomi lowers her eyes.

after Grunt leaves, Naomi picks up her closthes...

"I am going to take a shower...i will see you at dinner"

Keira smiles as she watches Naomi leave.

 

[snoozebutton]

I truly enjoyed dinner and the smile that Gertrude had after my brief chat with Grunt. I saw as she enjoyed herself and some wine as well. There would be no training tonight. She earned a night off and besides I never dominate a clouded mine. And the wine went straight to her head. I wasn't angry I enjoyed seeing her relax. As we made it to the room I watched as she closed the door and disrobed. She knelt in from of me and I told her to draw my bath as I stripped rubbed my neck. Gretrude returned and saw my rubbing and asked if she could massage my shoulders. I told her she had to be good as Miko had done quite a job last time. I laid on my stomach on the bed and she fetched some oil and started warming it in her hands.

 

[Vixandra]

Keira

I fell back on my bed for a moment, body dry from the run up the stairs, happily sated on so many levels. Naomi was going to be a wonderful addition to the house. Grunt was pleased and me- well life was good.
I walked over to a hidden terminal and allowed Kikyo access back into my room. She chirped to life and said, "Keira-sama, Lord Ekvitkar has left you a message: Lynette and I shall be late for dinner."
"Cool," I said with a smile of releif. I briefly pondered over where Naomi ran off to- we hadn't assigned her a room yet but the hospice was still open- she'd be okay in there. I showered quickly and was redressed and rearmed in record time. Makeup was light, my pale skin not needing much. A brush of the hair, back up in the clip to keep it out of my face and off I went to collect Naomi and head down to dinner.
I snagged her outside the hospice, already dressed and ready to go. "Wonderful, poppet, lets go- Vitkar's waited for us long enough, don't you think?"
"Yes," she said with a self satisfied smile.
I patted her on the head and we headed to the dinning hall, a bit more spring in both of our steps then earlier.

 

[SubChristy]

Re: Keira

...I patted her on the head and we headed to the dinning hall, a bit more spring in both of our steps then earlier.

A satisfied smile came apon my face..as i followed Keira to dinner...i was starving.

the room was lit with candles...the soft light sends a romantic touch to the hall.

"good evening Viktar...hopefully you have not been waiting long?" Keira enquires

 

[shysexkitten]

i awoke from a restful nap and felt a growl in mystomach so i decided to head down to dinner. i jumped out of bed brushed my smooth hair and headed down to the dinning room where everyone was gathered. i walked into the room crowds of people were all around i wonder who i shall dine with

 

[Cleopatra]

Waking up to a spectacularily empty stomach is less than pleasant. I grabbed my data from the printer in my room, threw on my short midnight blue silk shift dress and my heels and wandered down into the dining room, looking for some dinner. I could always analyze the data over a nice coq au vin.

I stop at the doorway, smiling at a sub who's also waiting and see that the dining room is packed. Maybe it would be best to eat in the Library.

 

[shysexkitten]

i the dinning room is so packed i decided to take my meal elsewhere i think im feeling like doing a little writting in my journal and just collecting my thoughts so i grab my meal and head off to my room..

 

[da grunt]

Computer work

Alone at his console grunt studied the data. AI crosschecking precognitive field stream programs against each flux tube of personal involvement, the tighter the spiral the more inline projections ran with telemetry, the looser the spiral the more out of line the projections were against the telemetry. Clusters of spirals, some tight, some loose. There were more loose one's now than since the program was created. He grouped the problem spirals together and studied their patterns, merged against time factors. Paranormal projections always caused difficult solutions, but somewhere deep in the grunt's memory, before computers, before this existence, was something, something similar, something he was missing, something just out of grasp from his mind's eye.

Hunger reminded the grunt of dinner, and logging off, he went to dine.

 

[da grunt]

Dinner

The Dining Room was well attended and most meals completed. The grunt had become carried away with his work. Now, he makes his way to his own table, pleasantly nodding at the fellow diners. He smiled broadly at Keira and Naomi, and enjoyed the blush on Naomi's face, and the return smile on Keira's.

Taking his seat he noticed Ekvitkar's table and the finely dressed girls, so exquisite, and Vitkar himself, distinguished. I wonder when they will be completely finished with Elena. Damn, I want her again He was disappointed that neither Cleo nor lilith were eating. maybe they'll email me with any clues - I've got to find out more about her diary He missed seeing Shy, too. Shy was so promising and needed attention. SubChristy was in attendence, also looking lovely and inviting.

"Fried rice and tea, please." Grunt told the serving girl.

And Moira, now lost to me again, but that's my lot. I'll never get used to it, que lastiman, que lastiman, but I'll keep the facade

 

[Guest]

Re: Re: Keira

A satisfied smile came apon my face..as i followed Keira to dinner...i was starving.

the room was lit with candles...the soft light sends a romantic touch to the hall.

"good evening Viktar...hopefully you have not been waiting long?" Keira enquires

"Oh not too long" He says as he rises.

"Please make yourself at home.......... I expect from your rosy complexions that I was correct about your delay, so we were waiting on you just as my father used to say, 'Just like one hound dog waits on another'."

He catches the attention of the busy servers and motions them over.

"THis is the rest of our party, if you would be so kind?"

"Certainly Sir"

There is a pause as plates are brought forth, and wine(or other drink) is poured.

"Good timing dear, you just saved Lynette from having to contemplate wicked propositions, so early in the evening."

"What can I say?
Things are going a tad better, and I find myself in a somewhat...........expansive, mood."

 

[Vixandra]

Re: Re: Re: Keira

"Oh not too long" He says as he rises.
"Please make yourself at home.......... I expect from your rosy complexions that I was correct about your delay, so we were waiting on you just as my father used to say, 'Just like one hound dog waits on another'."
He catches the attention of the busy servers and motions them over.
"THis is the rest of our party, if you would be so kind?"
"Certainly Sir"
There is a pause as plates are brought forth, and wine(or other drink) is poured.
"Good timing dear, you just saved Lynette from having to contemplate wicked propositions, so early in the evening."
"What can I say?
Things are going a tad better, and I find myself in a somewhat...........expansive, mood."

I smile, a blush rising to my cheeks. "Aye, we were having a bit of fun before dinner. Mmm... steak, just perfect. Thank you."
I look at our party- all dressed to the nines and such. What fun.
"There is no time too early or too late for pondering wicked propositions," I say with a wry grin. A sip of Coke and I go on. "Though after dinner I need to make my rounds once Naomi is settled into a room in the Sub ward."
"Tell me, what happened to our friend Frank?"

 

[Guest]

Re: Re: Re: Re: Keira

"Though after dinner I need to make my rounds once Naomi is settled into a room in the Sub ward."
"Tell me, what happened to our friend Frank?"

He leans back in his chair and contemplates the ceiling for a moment.

"Frank is cold, and hungry, and very, very tired. But he is not alone, no matter how much he would wish to be. And he is afraid."

He straightens back up.
Elena shivers, for a moment it was like a cold breeze played across her flesh.

"But that is hardly a topic for conversation right now, I'll be plucking that particular peice of gallows fruit in the morning.....
Try the asparagus, it's my own recipe."

 

[shysexkitten]

i walk from my room with my dishes to the dinning room. I notice grunt sitting at the table waiting for his food. Then i glance across the room at the servent girl who is about to bring him his food. I qucikly walk over to her asking her if i may deliver the meal. She agrees and i take the plate of rice and cup of tea from her. I walk confidently over to grunt he looks up and i speak "Your meal sir"

 

[da grunt]

Surprise serving girl

Originally posted by shysexkitten ..."Your meal sir"

"Well, Shy, what a pleasant surprise. I hadn't noticed you here earlier. Join me, please. Are you hungry, thirsty?"

 

[JupitersGirl]

I feel a frisson of....fear? otherworldliness?...crawl over me at Ekvitkar's revelation that the intruder fears. There are forces here that I do not understand. I feel it from all sides....from Ekvitkar and Lynette, certainly, but from others too. It seems to permeate the air of the chateau, not totally dispersed by even the light that enters through tall oversized windows in the early mornings.

I feel decidedly out of place here at table with doms and dommes....my place surely is on the floor at their feet, or serving the meal. I will do as I have been bid however....and enjoy the different vantage point from which to analyze the interaction between patron and those belonging to the chateau.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

My mind is not quite wrapped around the switch in my placement. Sitting here with all these gloriously sexually aware people. How does one do it? How does one make their place in the world and make it become them? Ach, my head is aching from trying to figure it out. As my mother always said..If you ain't sure, fake it..til you make it. That is what I am gonna have to do.

I feel Elena's worry. She is caught between wanting to enjoy herself and feeling as if she doesn't belong. Sitting at a table with 2 shapeshifting shamans and someone else who practices some sort of magick (though i can not tell who it is right now) must be hard on her nerves. I touch her hip, slightly and give her a small grin.

EKVITKAR is lucky, we are sitting at this table. The only wickedness I am contemplating at this moment is HIM. I eat and watch the others. Trying to figure out just where i fit in with these people. And in the back of my mind, i think of what He is in store for..once we leave these nice people behind and go somewhere QUIET.

 

[Guest]

In amongst the small talk, he looks for and catches Lynettes eye.
A raised eyebrow. His eyes change color just slightly.

"Well, since we all seem to be finished, how 'bout we repair to the bar for a few moments?
Whereupon we can contemplate the wickedness, or not, of tonights diversions. In more suitable surroundings."