The Café Chateau

[caela]

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.

Her body felt as if it was burning, and each caress of the crop only set the fires to rageing deeper in her flesh. As the crop slides up her thighs her hips tilt slightly and knees turn gently out, offering the most tender of her flesh to the leather as he guides it. A gasp finally parts her lip when she feels the teasing pass over her labia, knowing it must come away glistening at the tip with the evidence of her body's raging need.

 

[da grunt]

Originally posted by caela ... knowing it must come away glistening at the tip with the evidence of her body's raging need.

Her desire was indeed evidenced by her essence left on the flatend of the crop. The grunt smelled the tip, savoring the aroma, and then offered it for Caela, so that she may sample the odor ...

 

[caela]

... then offered it for Caela, so that she may sample the odor ...

Seeing the crop offered toward her she draws in deeply, smelling the evidence she left on it of her own eager need. Unthinking her head tips slightly and the tip of her tongue darts out, gently lapping at the leather end of the crop, cleaning her juices from it before her head comes up once more though her eyes remain down and away from his.

 

[da grunt]

Originally posted by caela ... before her head comes up once more though her eyes remain down and away from his.

The examination continued and the grunt went behind Caela and explored her asscrack with the crop, watching the much hard task of availing her ass. He touched her hands, and her wrists, and her forearms, knowing full well what torment his ministrations caused poor Caela ...

 

[caela]

.. knowing full well what torment his ministrations caused poor Caela ...

Half wondering if he is trying to drive her made with the soft caresses of the crop she just barely manages to hold still. Her breath coming in soft gasps and often interupted by low moaning when the crop slides over a particularly sensitive area.

Her mind is a mess at this point, her thoughts so jumbled and confused that the only thought she can hang onto is that she wants him. The hunger in her body feels as if it is clawing inside of her desperatly seeking escape while she continues to stand almost demurly before the Grunt. Knowing a single word or gesture will set the beast within her free.

 

[da grunt]

... Knowing a single word or gesture will set the beast within her free.

"I know your special spots now, so we can continue and test your endurance," says he, as he pulls back and lets zing the crop, this time to the flank of her asscheek, sending a reverberation across the whole cheek and bring a sharp intake from Caela. He brought the crop across the fresh welt and gently caressed the red hashmark, then, zing, wap, another line, parallel to the first. Caela whimpers, but does not cry out, and grunt knows she is far, far from begging for mercy. She want her limits explored, afterall.

 

[caela]

... She want her limits explored, afterall.

He knows her special spots? God had she been so revealing? she couldn't help but wonder and decide yes she probably had been. It wouldn't have taken a genius to see her body tremble when the crop had slidden across her stomach or over the top of her thighs, nor to have heard her whimpers when it caressed the tender inner flesh of her arm and lightly brushed over her fingertips. And of course there were all the normal errogenous zones as well. Lost in her thoughts she misses his comment about testing her endurance.

The first strike of the crop on her ass so startles her that all she can do is gasp in surprise at the pain she can feel in her asscheek. He has her full focus once more as the next strike lands and drags a whimper from her throat. She can feel each welt pulsing on her tender skin and knows the amount of practice the Grunt must have had to have such control over the blows that begin to fall like rain on her ass.

Loud groans fill the air at times but she doesn't cry out as blow after blow sears her flesh and leaves it's mark. She's not trying to be stubborn though, she is simply lost in it, her mind drifting into the pain, savoring the exquisiteness that only comes the very first time something new is done or felt.

 

[da grunt]

Originally posted by caela savoring the exquisiteness that only comes the very first time something new is done or felt.

He uses the crop to both caress the previously laid blow, and to warn tender skin of its impending future. His blows were metered, the welts simply red hashmarks, and not the raised welts, bright crimson ringing the outside and pale white on the elevated skin.

The crop went to her waist, warned and popped, then to her tight stomach. She had a swimmer's body, well defined but loose. Even now, as she held her breasts proudly forward, her delightful nymphette tummy's muscles danced to the touch of the crop, yet no blows rained upon it. He let the length of the crop ride against her stomach, up to her breasts, and raised both of them, jiggling them for his amusement before bringing the crop back and laying a blow across both nipples with the rod of the crop ...

 

[caela]

...jiggling them for his amusement before bringing the crop back and laying a blow across both nipples with the rod of the crop ...

Each blow of the crop had seemed to build on the last until her body felt like there was a warmly burning trail of embers marking her fair skin. Despite the shallowness of her breathing she managed a soft giggle when he shook her breasts. The sound quickly died and a soft cry finally burst from her lips as the rod of the crops comes down on her aching nipples, making her hands clench into tight fists at her back and her eyes snap up to his for a moment.

 

[da grunt]

Originally posted by caela ... her eyes snap up to his for a moment.

The grunt acknowledged her glance, with a laugh, "Allow me to kiss them, just to make them feel better," and another laugh as her lowered his mouth first to one nipple and then to the next. Both were hard and hot with anticipation. Now he backed away slightly and warned the soft, white tit flesh with tip of the crop, and followed with light slaps, just enough to leave evidence upon Caela whiteness ...

 

[caela]

just enough to leave evidence upon Caela whiteness ...

Aching to hold him against her breasts she purrs softly in pleasure and feels her body tighten once more in savage need. Her eyes dark as stormclouds with her yearning look to his to beg silently as he marks the flesh of her breasts with the crop. Her voice little more then a raggid whimper, " Please Sir. "

 

[da grunt]

Originally posted by caela ... " Please Sir. "

"I know why you say 'please'", and the grunt reached between Caela's legs a his hand cup her pussy, feeling the heat and in the rich wetness he easily slide his fingers. "Yes, you are ready, but not yet. On your knees! Ass up. Breasts on the ground. Spread your legs."

 

[caela]

"Yes, you are ready, but not yet. On your knees! Ass up. Breasts on the ground. Spread your legs."

Groaning as his fingers slide over her labia, feeling her heat, her wetness, only to tell her "Not yet."

Sinking to her knees before him her body melts forward, arms reaching out before her like a supplicant while her lower back arches to lift her ass high and her legs spread wide for him. The lines of her body slightly tensed with anticipation of what the Grunt will do next...

 

[da grunt]

Originally posted by caela ... anticipation of what the Grunt will do next...

Next, the grunt drags the crop tip across the preciously sensitive skin, from the top of her asscrack, to the pink puckered asshole, and as he presses against her splincter is rewarded by her rearward thrust, then the tip seperates the labia up to the clitoral hood, where he pushes against the clitoris, working it to and fro with the crop tip.

 

[caela]

... then the tip seperates the labia up to the clitoral hood, where he pushes against the clitoris, working it to and fro with the crop tip.

Shuddering on the floor her fingers curve, her nails clawing into the flooring like a cat as the head of the crop slides along her flesh. Her soft whimpering is muffled against her arm when it slides over and presses against the tight ring of her anus causing her to arch her ass even higher and press back wantonly to it.

When the leather caresses between her labia and begins to move against her aching clitoris she gives a soft cry that even he can hear and her body trembles hard before him. Waves of need washing through her, pushing her to the edge of orgasm fast and hard.

 

[da grunt]

Originally posted by caela ... Waves of need washing through her, pushing her to the edge of orgasm fast and hard.

There was no avoiding it. It was going to happen no matter how much he threatened. She just wasn't ready to delay something so imminent. He decided to help her, and he dropped to his knees, and inserted his fingers into her wanton, eager cunt. His touch went to her cherry with two fingers, wanting to solicate an immediate climax. Perhaps her next orgasm could be more controlled ...

 

[caela]

His touch went to her cherry with two fingers, wanting to solicate an immediate climax. Perhaps her next orgasm could be more controlled ...

Muffling her cry by sinking her teeth into the soft flesh of her arm her body jerks sharply at the invasion of those two fingers. The slick passage of her cunt spasms around them as pleasure crashes through her, her body shaking with it for a moment before going pliant and soft, the cry fading to a low purring in her throat.

Drawing deep breaths to regain some sense of equilibrium she dares a quick peek back over her shoulder at the Grunt and quickly looks away. " I'm sorry I couldn't control myself better Sir, I got rather lost in all the sensations running through my skin. "

 

[da grunt]

Originally posted by caela ... "I'm sorry I couldn't control myself better Sir, I got rather lost in all the sensations running through my skin."

"Not to worry", says the grunt, as lowers himself even further so that he may feast on the offering before him. He stretched his wet hand to Caela's mouth, so that she may suck his fingers as he voraciously attacked with his lips, tongue and teeth, sucking on her clitoris, nibbling and sucking on the delicate nub, sucking on her pisshole, nuzzling her open ass with his nose as then his tongue ...

 

[caela]

"Not to worry", says the grunt, as lowers himself even further so that he may feast on the offering before him. He stretched his wet hand to Caela's mouth, so that she may suck his fingers as he voraciously attacked with his lips, tongue and teeth, sucking on her clitoris, nibbling and sucking on the delicate nub, sucking on her pisshole, nuzzling her open ass with his nose as then his tongue ...

Parting her lips she guides his fingers into her mouth with the soft lapping of her tongue, tasting her own release coating the warmth of them. Suckling them hungrily they muffle a low groan when she feels his own mouth on her sensitized flesh. Trying not to jerk her hips against him she focuses on the fingers in her mouth, licking and teasing them while tilting her head to take them deeper between her lips. Intent on controling her body now and not giving into the pleasure he is sending streaking through her form.

 

[da grunt]

Originally posted by caela ... Intent on controling her body now and not giving into the pleasure he is sending streaking through her form ...

The grunt continued his feast until her labia were swollen, red and tender, then stood again. Again, zing, POW, on his leather cloaked thigh, she was warned again ...

 

[caela]

The grunt continued his feast until her labia were swollen, red and tender, then stood again. Again, zing, POW, on his leather cloaked thigh, she was warned again ...

By the time he stood once more her body was again shivering with need and desire, her skin flushed and almost hot to the touch. Feeling him move back and away she whimpers softly, pleadingly, and her hips rock gently in wanton invitation.

Hearing the crop slicing air she tenses and jerks when it lands not on her flesh but on his thigh, the sound of it making her heart skip a beat in her chest. Clawing at the floor she leaves small nail marks in the wood as she whispers softly, "Please".

She can feel it when he moves and pauses near her head, can hear him sinking down to one knee and lean over her, his voice a low growl in her ears, " No ". That single word draws a groan from her throat and her arms strain as her fingers curl into fists on the floor.

As he moves away she draws a deep breath and quickly releases it on an aching cry as the crop finds her flesh, the shaft landing squarly on her ass in what feels like a line of fire on her skin. Without realizing she does it her back arches to lift her ass higher, offering it to the strokes of the crop as they fall.

 

[da grunt]

Originally posted by caela ... Without realizing she does it her back arches to lift her ass higher, offering it to the strokes of the crop as they fall.

By the time grunt tired of this assault Caela's ass it was a red striped checkerboard. Any further force applied to his blow, with the crop, would cause her damage. She had passed this test. He walked to where his feet fell within her gaze, and then toed his houseboots off, then, "worship at my feet, then undo my belt and trousers and zipper and then pull my trousers down. With your teeth. "

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

(OOC: Waiting patiently for thegirl/Selene, whom I've PM'ed w/o a reply so far, to return and post again.)

 

[caela]

"worship at my feet, then undo my belt and trousers and zipper and then pull my trousers down. With your teeth. "

Quivering with the fire that seems to throb in her asscheeks she watches his feet come into her view. Amazed that she can move she leans forward over them, her lips pressing soft kisses over his feet and up to his ankles before she pushes upward. With only a small wincing she quickly makes sure she doesn't rest her ass on her heels and eyes the buckle of his belt.

Leaning in close he can feel the warmth of her breath as she concentrates on his belt, slowly loosening it with her teeth until she tugs it open. Drawing a deep breath she works the button at the top of his pants open and gingerly grips the zipper with her teeth, being careful not to get her lips caught as she tugs the small handle downward to open his trousers. Glancing up to him for just a quick second a small smile curves her lips and she can't help thinking he did this on purpose knowing how frustrating it would be. Carefully catching the material covering his righ hip she gives it small tugs until it starts to come down over his skin. Leaning to the left she does the same thing. Continuing to weave back and forth in front of him until his pants lie pooled around his feet and then turning grey eyes expectantly up to him once more.

 

[da grunt]

Originally posted by caela ... Continuing to weave back and forth in front of him until his pants lie pooled around his feet and then turning grey eyes expectantly up to him once more.

Caela's persistant effort, brinking on desperate, was highly erotic and when her tugging pulled his trousers below his crotch his cock sprang out as if on a spring and when the top of his trousers were above his knees he allowed her to stop and took her by the scruff of her head and forced her head backwards and with his other hand encircled her neck, massaging her throat as he then feed her his cock, still with his hand holding her scruff and forcing his cock down her throat, rewarded with gagging sounds as she tried to comply ...