The Café Chateau

[Pywakit]

Nina

My eyes widen a bit, but I somehow manage to maintain my composure for the most part. "Yes, mistress," I reply, as I climb up on the table and sit on it, my legs hanging off the side and knees together in an attempt to hide the fact that my uniform didn't come with underwear. I reach up and undo my bodice, then slip off the blouse, aware that all eyes in the room are on me. The feeling is electric, and it takes all my resolve to maintain an exterior of calm without breaking into nervous giggles.

My breasts come into view. They're certainly not the largest in the room, but they're firm, just large enough for a handfull. The air feels cool and I feel my large nipples hardening as I wait for what's to come next.

 

[caela]

Re: rack

"Have you ever had your breasts tortured?"

Her head shakes lightly as a small thrill runs down her spine and she can feel her nipples tightening against her blouse. " No Sir, I can't say I have. " Looking over to him a small smile plays on her lips, " Though perhaps you'll change that. Most of what can be done to a girl in here I haven't done. When I said I was a novice earlier I meant it in the strictest meaning of the word Sir. "

 

[da grunt]

Re: Re: rack

Originally posted by caela ... " ... When I said I was a novice earlier I meant it in the strictest meaning of the word Sir. "

"I'm curious how your imagination became intrigued enough to want to be a sub. Have you had many lovers? Have you had a women lover? Have you had a broken heart?"

 

[caela]

" It's not really a matter of wanting or choice...it's just what I am. I've always been submissive though life was quick to teach me lessons in how to control and take charge, but truest part of myself is always happiest in service to another. I think that's part of why I took a job helping people.

And to answer your questions, no, no and yes. I never took many lovers to my bed though I have had a few, being with a woman was something that was always interesting inside of my mind but that I never tried, and I haven't just had my heart broken, I've had it shattered and the pieces ground into dust. But one lives, and learns and even the dust of a broken heart can be rebuilt stronger then before."

 

[da grunt]

Originally posted by caela " ... But one lives, and learns and even the dust of a broken heart can be rebuilt stronger then before."

"Good attitude, and yes, a broken heart can be rebuilt, but it leaves scar tissue. Just as we will make your body stonger and your skin more capable of satisfying our perverse desires, we will make your heart harder to hurt, harder to break," says the grunt, and his eyes say they know broken heart, too. "Well, you don't get to try out any devices until later, so would you like to continue the tour?" Without waiting the grunt walks to the door and opens it for her ...

 

[caela]

"Well, you don't get to try out any devices until later, so would you like to continue the tour?" Without waiting the grunt walks to the door and opens it for her ...

Trying to keep the flutter of disappointment those words bring from touching her eyes she nods slightly and follows him to the door. Her head turning just once to glance wistfully into the room they're leaving and taking heart that he only said "until later".

Slipping into the hall she smiles brightly up at him and playfully links her arm with his. " So what is next on the tour Sir? "

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Mstr. PhoenixPrime & Nina:

'Mmmmm lovely firm breasts and just about large enough to be well and properly bound, to fill my hands and be squeezed,' he thinks to himself as he watches Nina, the one who came seeking him, obeying Keira.

When she's perched on the table, with her knees tightly together and facing him, Phoenix leans forward and, looking at her, silently places a large hand on each knee and spreads them wide apart baring her pussy.

Leaning back, looking into her eyes, he says quietly in his moderately deep voice, "Never keep your legs together unless instructed to do so Nina. Always keep them apart so your pussy is visible and easily and readily accessible a Master or Mistress wishes to touch it." And he smiles at her after very blatantly looking right at her pussy, its now open slit, before looking back into her eyes again as he smiles at her.

 

[da grunt]

Originally posted by caela ... "So what is next on the tour Sir? "

"Next is the room of glass. Lots of exotic dildos and mirrors and glass cages. And here is the spiral staircase leading up to the dominants level, and the tower, and leading down to the dungeons. Down that hallway is the subs quarters. Come upstairs," he says, and proceeds to climb the spiral staircase upwards.

 

[Casca]

Originally posted by Anna Sue ... "Would you like to help me to get over my fear, she asks him her face is flushing red from embarrassment that she can’t keep her fears in check.

"Oh, don't worry little one, I will help you and you will be safe," he opened his toga so that she could grasp his awakening cock, and he took her hand and placed around, "play with me while we watch the show. Watch the show, not my cock."

 

[caela]

"Come upstairs," he says, and proceeds to climb the spiral staircase upwards.

Watching him head up the stairs a smile curves her lips as she simply watches him for a second, admiring his form before following him upward. Her body trembles slightly in anticipation hoping that there can be only one reason to take up to this level.

 

[Vixandra]

Keira

I nodded my agreement with Phoenix. "He is right, Nina. There is little modesty allowed here, though I imagine it is difficult to you to start with."
I looked over to Selena, her eyes alight with anticipation. "Come here, little cat mine, for tonight you shall play the artist. Drape your canvas, Nina, how you will and decorate her in order to please us. If you're well behaved, perhaps you shall join in cleaning off the chocolate."

 

[da grunt]

Originally posted by caela ... can be only one reason to take up to this level.

He wound up to the second level, "And here are the suites for the dominants. We'll see my room later, come on up," and he continues to wind his way up, leading Caela, inwardly grinning at his subtle cruelty.

The tower funnelled narrower as it rose in elevation and finally, they arrived at the apex. There was an observation deck surrounding a center room, with closed doors. The grunt went and leaned and pointed, "There are the stable, and over there, do you see that chimney? It is a small cabin for solitary retreats. See that stream? There is a waterfall above which feeds it. Great view, eh?"

 

[caela]

...leading Caela, inwardly grinning at his subtle cruelty.

Fighting down the urge to sigh when he continues upward, she knows in some part of her mind that he is toying with her and has to smile a bit at the cleverness of it. Not only is he quite effectively building her anticipation and eagerness for him but he's being practical and showing her where things are as well. Damn if she didn't hate practicality sometimes!

Looking out over the land as they reach the observation deck she keeps back slightly from the edge and makes sure she looks out not down. Her fear of heights makes her edge slightly closer to the Grunt until she is practically welding herself to his side. " It's beautiful Sir, though I hate to say it but I am not so good at appreciating views from this high. It's an utterly common phobia but heights and I don't get along well. "

 

[da grunt]

... It's an utterly common phobia but heights and I don't get along well. "

"We would have found out with the psyche profile, and we'll work on it. Just hold on to me right now and enjoy the view and don't worry," grunt leaned against the lip of the wall for a few moments, and then, "now, to the tower." He turned and opened the door to the center room. Inside was a wooden door leading to the princess'es cell, and opposite were a stockage with head and arm holes and an andrew's X.

 

[caela]

"now, to the tower."... Inside was a wooden door leading to the princess'es cell, and opposite were a stockage with head and arm holes and an andrew's X.

Tower? she thinks to herself as she turns with him, still close to his side it takes her a moment to realize what she is looking at inside the room. When it clicks her eyes flash wide and her teeth sink into her lower lip, worrying it gently. Glancing up at him she smiles sweetly and asks, " Interesting, and very out of the way...is it used often? " Not bothering to keep the note of interest out of her voice or the hope that it might be used soon from her eyes.

 

[da grunt]

Originally posted by caela ... " ... is it used often? " ...

"Oh yes, frequently. Its almost as popular as the dungeon. Come into the cell," he says as he opens the bolt which locks the door and swings the heavy wooden door open, "you can be my princess tonight."

 

[caela]

"you can be my princess tonight."

Nearly clapping in childish delight at those words she slips into the opened cell. Every nerve ending in her body seeming to leap with anticipation as she watches him close the door behind them and hears the bolt fall into place.

With a small grin she can't help but tease, " You know Sir, I really don't look the part of a princess in jeans and a rumpled blouse"

 

[da grunt]

Originally posted by caela ... "You know Sir, I really don't look the part of a princess in jeans and a rumpled blouse"

The grunt turned and went to a small closet alongside the wall and removed a riding crop. He sipped it through the air making slashing sounds, and then brought the crop down upon his leather trousered thigh, creating a loud crack to fill the sound in the room. "Yes, strip! Before anything else I want to test you. Strip and stand, as you think demure should be."

 

[caela]

"Yes, strip! Before anything else I want to test you. Strip and stand, as you think demure should be."

Startled as the crop slices the air and cracks down on his leather clad thigh she nearly jumps where she stands. Shivering where she stands she reaches up with slightly trembling fingers to undo her blouse, the material fluttering away as her hands fall to the waistband of her jeans and slides them down over her hips. Her bra and panties quickly follow to land in a pile of material at her feet.

Standing bared before him her eyes fall to the floor and her arms reach back so her hands can grip each other to keep them from trembling. All her senses tuned to him without having to see him. Every nerve in her body humming within her as if reaching out to try and touch him but not daring to move, waiting for him to test her flesh and her responses.

 

[Pywakit]

Nina

I felt my body tensing up as I realized what was going on, and felt a bit foolish for taking so long to do so. It felt so ... naughty sitting there with my legs apart, people glancing up my short skirt at my hairless snatch. I force myself to relax, even to smile a bit as I lean back on my arms and wait for the chocolate to be applied to my body.

 

[da grunt]

Originally posted by caela ... Every nerve in her body humming within her as if reaching out to try and touch him but not daring to move, waiting for him to test her flesh and her responses.

Grunt observed the way she stood, and for a novice she was quite good. Eyes demurely pointed down, not looking at him. "Don't hold your wrists, just crossed them, as if your hands are tied. Different masters like different things. Some like for your hands to grasp the opposing forarm. That serves to arch your back and force your breasts forward. Shoulders back a bit, again, enhancing and presenting the breasts. Feet a little more apart. I prefer when your feet are directly below your shoulder."

He walked around her, inspecting her, studying her curves translucent white skin. He walks in front of her again so that she may see him as he appraises her.

Again, slashing the crop, though the air and onto his thigh, POW! Then he takes the crop touches it to the soft skin of Caela's neck, and was reward with her intake of breath, closed eyes and chewed lower lip. He moved the tip of the crop exploring, watching her reaction to the touch as he tested her reaction. When he dragged the crop across her tits her nipples became erect, budding for attention, "just a taste," as the grunt lowered his mouth and began chewing the hard rosebud with the teeth, not gently, yet not overly rough.

 

[caela]

..."just a taste," as the grunt lowered his mouth and began chewing the hard rosebud with the teeth, not gently, yet not overly rough.

As he moves around behind her, her body easily flows into the corrections he wants in the way she stands. Her fingers release each other and lie crossed at the wrists, her shoulders rolling back to present her breasts up to him - nipples already hardening under just his gaze - and her feet slide apart to shoulder width as he said he prefered.

She trembeled slightly where she stood, half expecting the crop to land on her tender flesh at any moment. She aches to look up at him, to be reassured by the sight of his strong form moving around her but her eyes don't leave the floor. Somehow looking up at him, no matter how much she wants to, would just be...wrong.

She can hear the crop slicing the air and her body tenses, the sharp sound of it landing on his thigh nearly making her jump, she'd expected it to fall on her and is even more started when the leather tip of it caresses her neck. With a small shiver her body relaxes into it's stance again though without even realizing it her eyes have closed and her teeth worry her lower lip.

Even with her eyes closed she is totally aware of him, as if she could see him through the very pores of her skin. When the crop moves over her half hardened nipples they draw tight and begin to ache while a bolt of warmth goes straight to her belly. She knows he can heat the low groan of pleasure that fills her throat when his teeth sink into the eagerly waiting flesh and half wonders if he knows how much control it takes her to stay still.

Gods but if she didn't want to forget her posture and just clutch his head to her breast! The warmth of need slides through her blood now and she can feel a familiar heated dampness between her thighs as he skin flushes and her breath catches in small gasps.

 

[da grunt]

Originally posted by caela ... The warmth of need slides through her blood now and she can feel a familiar heated dampness between her thighs as he skin flushes and her breath catches in small gasps.

The grunt stopped his suckling and resumed this test with the crop. To the nipples he used the flapend on the crop to lightly slap, deepening both their color and their hardness. He dragged it under her tits, and across her abdomen, the curves of her waist, her shoulders, the small of her back, her ass crack, her thighs, her calves, her feet, the back of her knees, up the inside of her thighs, watching her face, intensely, for any change in reaction ...

 

[caela]

Whimpering softly when he stands again without thought she feels her back straighten, her shoulders rolling back just a little bit more putting the flesh she so wishes he'd come back to even more on display.

Her eyes remain closed as the head of hte crop smacks lightly against her nipples, only making them ache even more and fueling the desire already burning through her body. As the leather slides to caress over her body she shifts her weight just slightly, her body pressing slightly to the caress of the crop, offering herself to it. Her teeth finally release her lower lip and her lips remain slightly parted as she gasps softly for air and feeling the racing beat of her heart in her chest.

 

[da grunt]

Originally posted by caela .. Her teeth finally release her lower lip and her lips remain slightly parted as she gasps softly for air and feeling the racing beat of her heart in her chest.

The test continued, her skin wanting the touch, begging for the touch, seemingly moving toward the leather rather than from its potential. and when the tip of the crop gleaned an interesting reaction the grunt would explore that area even more. The typical erroneous zones were alive with anticipation, and as the test progressed it seemed as if her whole body was an erroneous zone. Grunt wanted, very much, to put his hand to her cunt, to slip his fingers in, imagining the wetness therein, but he did not. He continued the test, up the inside of her legs, watching the thigh muscles contract, begging for easier access to areas above. He touched her labia with the crop, lightly as a feather, and moved the tip across the beautiful moist lips.