The Café Chateau

[caela]

still with his hand holding her scruff and forcing his cock down her throat, rewarded with gagging sounds as she tried to comply ...

Groaning softly as his hand grips the scruff of her neck while the other massages her throat. Knowing what is coming her lips part to take his cock, her tongue starting to lick lightly but stopping as he continues to push deeper and deeper. Her eyes widen as she desperatly tries to acoomodate him but can feel and hear the sounds of gagging around him, her throat clenching and unclenching around the head while he just continues his forward push. Whimpering around him as he simply takes her mouth.

 

[da grunt]

Originally posted by caela ... Whimpering around him as he simply takes her mouth.

He begins pulling his cock all the way from her mouth, and reinserting, and the spreading saliva made Caela's face glisten. One particularly big goob of glob marred Caela's cheek and grunt withdrew and moved his hand to wipe the goo and made the discovery that her face was alive with feelings. He gathered the goo and wiped it back into her mouth, and allowed her to suck at his fingers, momentarily. Grunt took her face in his hands and moved it to and fro, up and down, then he slapped her, not hard, but startling. Again he slapped her face and she turned the other cheek ...

 

[caela]

Again he slapped her face and she turned the other cheek ...

Her body trembles before him as he begins to draw his cock back out and she can feel the saliva sticking to her flesh. Her face, which has always been an open book, and it shows the lust, the pain, the confusion washing through her mind as he pushes the saliva back into her mouth.

Feeling the prick of anger as he simply moves her head this way and that she looks up to him and knows he must see it written clear as day on her face. Her hand flies to her cheek as he slaps her and her cheeks burn, when he does it again she just barely resists the urge to growl and snap at his hand. The confusion in her mind only fueling the urge, wondering why he slapped her!

 

[da grunt]

Originally posted by caela ... wondering why he slapped her!

"Ahh, my sweet little one, you've done nothing wrong, you've done everything right. Did you wonder when I tested your body with the crop? Do you wonder why now I test your face? To see how you react. You reacted with confusion, but ultimately you acted rightly in offering your other cheek, but your mistrust has put me off."

Without saying further the grunt went to the couch and sat.

 

[caela]

Without saying further the grunt went to the couch as sat.

Watching him move to the couch her teeth sink into her lower lip and worry it gently as if she's lost in thought. Finally looking up to him after only a second though in her own mind it has seemed much longer.

Without taking her eyes from his she slips slightly forward so that her hands rest on the floor and slowly crawls toward him. Stopping only when she rests at his feet, her voice reaching to him soft and sweet, " I don't distrust you Grunt, I was confused by the slap which is something that has only ever been done to me in anger. If I hadn't trusted you, you would never have gotten the other cheek. " Reaching up gently as she speaks to caress his own cheek lightly. " I know you won't damage me Grunt. "

 

[da grunt]

Originally posted by caela ... "I know you won't damage me Grunt."

"Redemption through supplication, accepted. But now you must be punished. Get across my lap."

 

[caela]

"Get across my lap."

"Yes Sir, " she murmurs as she pushes up and stretches her soft curves across his lap lifting her burning ass up in offering to whatever he deems a fit punishment. As she hangs over his lap her fingertips lightly caress his ankles and her cheek rests lightly against the warmth of his calf.

 

[da grunt]

... As she hangs over his lap her fingertips lightly caress his ankles and her cheek rests lightly against the warmth of his calf.

Her ass was already checkerboarded with red slashes, and he wasn't mad. His petulance was an act, part of the test, part of the gig. Now she offered his ass to him again. His punishment began with his fingertips, tracing ever so faintly at the hashmarks, soliciting exotic squirming ...

 

[caela]

... His punishment began with his fingertips, tracing ever so faintly at the hashmarks, soliciting exotic squirming ...

She whimpers softly as his fingers begin to trace the markings on her ass, there is no way for her to sit still to it. She can't help it, her hips begin to squirm against him, her ass rising to press against his fingertips even as it rolls slightly trying to lead them away from the marks on her tender skin. Her own fingers curl around his ankle and grip gently while she buries her face against his calf.

 

[Anna Sue]

Casca/ Mo

"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."

After Cascas reassurance that he would help her to overcome her fear for the dungeon she is felling a little bit better.
She takes his cock in her hand,she can’t bring her hand around it and it is not because they are so small, more because he is so well equipped.

The dance from Christy is exquisite and there is this new girl with the New Master and Mistress Keira. Mo is not sure where he wants her to look at first, his cook is growing to his full size by her tender stroke. His cook feels strong and vital, at the same time his skin is so soft like silk, she must focused herself that she doesn’t put him back in her mouth instead she tries to concentrate at the other.
But then her thoughts go back to him, how nice it must be to feel him between her breasts or be slapped with it. Hard and soft in one, what a wonderful weapon.
Her nipples start to grow by her thoughts and they are clearly visible under her Shirt.

 

[da grunt]

Originally posted by caela ... Her own fingers curl around his ankle and grip gently while she buries her face against his calf.

His fingertips continued their gentle caress of the punished skin, massaging, kneading the mounds, following her split from her ass to her clit with his fingers, again entering her with his fingers, slowly yet deeply penetrating ...

 

[caela]

... entering her with his fingers, slowly yet deeply penetrating ...

Surprise is evident in the way her body stiffens for just a second before relaxing once more over his lap. The feel of his fingers sliding into her startles her but the true surprise to her is how easily they slip into her. Realizing just how wet she is draws a deep blush to her skin, How could she be so wet after all that!?

Closing her eyes she simply ceases thinking and instead savors the feel of his fingers inside of her, her cunt walls clench down caressing them inside of her and trying to pull them deeper as a low purring fills her throat.

 

[da grunt]

Originally posted by caela ... her cunt walls clench down caressing them inside of her and trying to pull them deeper as a low purring fills her throat.

The fingerfucking continues, the grunt content to slowly enter more of his hand into her cunt. From two easy fingers and then to three, and then working his pinkie in her brownie and using his thumb to massage and tantalize her clitoris.

 

[Casca]

Re: Casca/ Mo

Originally posted by Anna Sue ... Her nipples start to grow by her thoughts and they are clearly visible under her Shirt.

Casca likes this, and he leans back in order for his cock to be fully extended. Mo was using both hands on his cock, and having a hard time concentrating on the application of the chocolate. Casca was ready for more, yet for the moment felt obligated to observe. He reached for Mo's nipples, squeezing and twisting.

 

[caela]

The fingerfucking continues, the grunt content to slowly enter more of his hand into her cunt. From two easy fingers and then to three, and then working his pinkie in her brownie and using his thumb to massage and tantalize her clitoris.

" Oh god " she groans softly as her body shivers across his lap. The fingers entering her build the pleasure that already pulses through her body and she can't resist the urge to rock against them, epecially when you pinkie and thumb begin to tease her.

Turning her head to look up at you her eyes plead silently though she keeps quiet, giving herself up to your will entirely.

 

[Anna Sue]

Re: Re: Casca/ Mo

Casca likes this, and he leans back in order for his cock to be fully extended. Mo was using both hands on his cock, and having a hard time concentrating on the application of the chocolate. Casca was ready for more, yet for the moment felt obligated to observe. He reached for Mo's nipples, squeezing and twisting.

It is getting really hard to see what is going on around her and Casca twisting her nipples doesn’t help… small moans escaping her lips in pain and pleasure, her tongue licking her lips in anticipation.
Her hands working his big cock cupping, twisting, stroking with more or less pressure. She wonders how long he can keep up with his straight face, she couldn’t tell from his face if he is enjoying it what she is doing to him but his prick tells her otherwise.

 

[da grunt]

Originally posted by caela ... Turning her head to look up at you her eyes plead silently though she keeps quiet, giving herself up to your will entirely.

Caela's cunt was dripping, sloppy with lubricant and cum and now grunt used his middle finger in her asshole, returning to her pussy for more lub as needed, and as her rosebud became more used it became more open and soon grunt had two fingers in, which he sissorred apart, stretching her splincter, relaxing it for what was to come.

 

[Casca]

Re: Re: Re: Casca/ Mo

Originally posted by Anna Sue ... she couldn’t tell from his face if he is enjoying it what she is doing to him but his prick tells her otherwise.

Casca was always delighted to see the chocolate feast, but now he was getting excited at Mo's facsination with his cock, and her sly peeks at his face and how he liked her hands. He was ready to properly introduce Mo to his cock. He stood, and with and effort shook his cock and tried to point it downward and then straighten his tunic.

"Until later then," he says to the group, and to Mo, "come," and he slaps his left thigh in canine command. He leaves the dining room and proceeds to the room of leather, walking directly to the small dias beneath a chain hanging winch. Attached to the chain were wide leather cuffs. "Give me your hands!"

 

[caela]

...and soon grunt had two fingers in, which he sissorred apart, stretching her splincter, relaxing it for what was to come.

Soon she was a writhing mass of warm flesh over his lap, her hips pressed back in offering to the fingers that impaled both her pussy and that tighter rosebud behind it, her brests crushed to his thigh tremble and the hardened nipple press against the warmth of his skin. Without thinking her face presses to his calf to rain small kisses and teasing nips to what flesh her lips can reach while her fingers cling tightly to his ankles. Lord the things her body was feeling!

 

[da grunt]

Originally posted by caela ... Lord the things her body was feeling!

He withdrew his fingers and offered them to Caela's lips ...

 

[caela]

He withdrew his fingers and offered them to Caela's lips ...

Shivering over his lap she slowly licks his fingers clean, her head turning to glance up at him through the veil of golden curls falling across her face.

 

[da grunt]

Originally posted by caela Shivering over his lap she slowly licks his fingers clean, her head turning to glance up at him through the veil of golden curls falling across her face.

"Get up, get on your knees on the bearskin rug," says the grunt as he stands, and with her on his lap now dumped to her feet. She scurried to do as bid, and the grunt turned and opened a closet door, to return with a wide brown leather collar, and a leather belt.

 

[caela]

"Get up, get on your knees on the bearskin rug," says the grunt as he stands, and with her on his lap now dumped to her feet. She scurried to do as bid, and the grunt turned and opened a closet door, to return with a wide brown leather collar, and a leather belt.

Startled at being dumped to the floor she looks around and spots the rug, quickly moving to it and kneeling in the center of it. Her eyes watch him surreptitiously from under the curve of dark lashes. She can't help but admire his body as he moves, she wouldn't have needed him to tell her he'd been a warrior, it was written there for any that looked.

Her eyes move to linger over the collar and the belt and her fingers curl on her thigh, leaving small red tracks from the path of her nails on her own skin. Her mind spinning with questions that focus around what he might be planning next for her.

 

[da grunt]

Originally posted by caela ... what he might be planning next for her.

The collar he put around her neck, and fastened the buckles. "There is no lock on this collar, that will come later, but for now I want to see in collar," he said, and then he wrapped the belt around her waist and fastened it. "This is simply to help me ride you better."

 

[caela]

"This is simply to help me ride you better."

Shivering when she feel the leather of the collar wrapping aorund her throat she nods her understanding of his words about it not having a lock but her mind has suddenly gone blank. Her body seems to relax almost imperceptibly as if the leather had reached into some part of her mind and touched her core.

Feeling the belt wrapping around her waist and his words with it a slow smile curve her lips and she teases gently, " Ride me better? Have I become a pony Sir? "