The Café Chateau

[Pywakit]

Nina and Master Phoenix

I can’t help but moan as I extend my arms to be cuffed. “It feels amazing, master. Every little move I make causes the dildo inside me to shift, to move as well.” As her hands are cuffed, she leans back in the chair and gasps as it does just that, pressing against her inner wall and causing her flesh to bulge out between her cunt and her belly button. She lifts up her ankles for her Master and says, “It feels so huge in me... so full... so fucking full!”

 

[shysexkitten]

Re: Keira

It took me a moment to notice that Shy was in the room- I tend to get absorbed into a good book.
Her breathing tipped me off, my sensative ears finely making me turn away to look around.
"Oh, Shy! I'm sorry, was a bit absorbed in my book. What can I do for you, lovely one? Are you comfortable so far? Need anything or anyone?"

"Hello! Ive been having a wonderful time, thank you its so great to be back in the chateau. Everyone has been so helpful. Grunt was busy but had said that you sent for me, may i serve or help you in any way?"

 

[caela]

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A roar of laughter escaped the grunt, "I can hardly wait, but wait," he said and again disappeared into the bathroom to return with a few towels which he put together then folded in half and then slide the terrycloth under her ass. "Just in case, I don't want the mattress wet," and now he started with the feather, as a fan, directing the gentle breeze the feather created circulated the air so tenderly that Caela's petite angel hair rose electrified, and goosebumps followed the minute gusts of air. When satisfied with this taunting he laid the flat side against Caela's face, so that she may feel the feather with her cheek, an opportunity to inhale of its essence, this feather which has teased so many and each had left some essential oil of themselves ...

Caela blushed as he placed the towels under her and commented on the mattress getting wet. She'd never gotten anything wet before from being tickled and didn't plan to start now!

She couldn't help but squirming as he fanned air over her body with the feather. It tickled even though the feather didn't touch her skin, she simply knew it should and so it did . When it reached her face her head tipped slightly so that she could draw a deep breath, taking in the combined scent of those it has caressed before her. "It's a lovely feather Sir."

 

[Anna Sue]

Re: Casca/ Mo

He stroked the tip of his cock against her cunt lips, spreading the lubricants, adding his own pre-cum and soon his head glistened, as did her labia, which seemed to spread in anticipation of its own. In position he worked the head in, using his fingers to help spread, and eventually he had his head inserted, and her poor tiny pussy was stretched even more than when his hand was in her. Now came the harder part, to expand her vagina. Soon his cockhead was past the vagina and into her cervix, and still deeper he drove, deep into her until he was buried to the root and his balls bounced below her clit, "Ah, good girl, feels goooood ..."

She couldn’t see what he was doing but she fells him pressing slowly in to her.
He is so big and it feels more like that he is splitting her in half, it will go away. Then there is a tingle of pleasure starting to build up again. She is completely filled from him there is need of more and to her complete astonishment she starts to move, to feel more from him.
His balls teasing her clit just so little that is frustrating.
Her moves are still slow and uncontrolled she still trey to get used to him but it fells better every second that she wants more. It doesn’t matter if this will be killing her something unnatural is overcoming her she just want the he is fucking her hard.

“Please Sir, use me. Fuck my little pussy, hard please, her please comes softly but with great urgency.

 

[da grunt]

Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: deux

... "It's a lovely feather Sir."

"Yes, it is," says the grunt, "they don't last forever, but if they're oiled on human skin its almost so. Smell it, inhale deeply. Can you smell all the pleasure that has been left on this feather?" Now the grunt moved the fan to her face so that she may feel the fine branches, each with thousands of tiny brushes, and he whisped the feather along her skin, from her cheek and down her neck and making a figure eight around her breasts. Caela's breast's were largish, and full, and now the fullness was enhanced with her arms stretched over her head. Her nipples were swollen with desire, and goosebumps arose. The effect on Caela was not of being tickled, but of being caressed, and her skin seemed to leap forth to in wont of the touch.

It was like this that he moved the feather around her body, complete, and the grunt watched the wave of goosebumps sweep her body as the the fan passed over it. Her thighs erupted in gooseskin as it teased and the grunt put his cheek to this skin, sensing a temperature drop.

"Did you just cum?" he asked as he inserted an examining finger.

 

[caela]

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"Did you just cum?" he asked as he inserted an examining finger.

Caela writhed on the bed as the feather passed over her trembling flesh. She tried to arch up and press against the light caress that teased her flesh and made her whimper for more. She could feel the heat ravaging her body and pooling in the pit of her stomach as the soft branchings traced her nipples and down to drift across her sex.

When his finger slid into the steamy heat of her core she arched up as far as her bonds would allow and gasped out softly, "No! But I will rather quickly if you continue that. " As her words died off the inner walls of her pussy clamped down around the Grunts finger, the small tremors running through them telling him just how near that edge she is.

 

[Vixandra]

Re: Re: Keira

"Hello! Ive been having a wonderful time, thank you its so great to be back in the chateau. Everyone has been so helpful. Grunt was busy but had said that you sent for me, may i serve or help you in any way?"

I studied her for a moment, pondering what Grunt wanted before shrugging. I would do as I would do and he'd tell me later if he wanted something different, which was a rarity.

"Well, would like to unwind a little, tell me, when was the last time someone actually used you in a way you wanted?"
I listened to her response, a plan forming already in my mind. A wicked smile curved my lips, happy and excited all at the same time.

 

[shysexkitten]

Re: Re: Re: Keira

I studied her for a moment, pondering what Grunt wanted before shrugging. I would do as I would do and he'd tell me later if he wanted something different, which was a rarity.

"Well, would like to unwind a little, tell me, when was the last time someone actually used you in a way you wanted?"
I listened to her response, a plan forming already in my mind. A wicked smile curved my lips, happy and excited all at the same time.

"I would love to unwind a little thankyou" and i sat down. I began to explain to her the last time i was used. "I have not been at the chateau in quite some time. I left many months ago and now i am just returning. It has been since then that i have been used." her wicked smile ran chills up my back.

 

[da grunt]

deux

Originally posted by caela ... As her words died off the inner walls of her pussy clamped down around the Grunts finger, the small tremors running through them telling him just how near that edge she is.

"Very well, I'll help, you can't be properly tickled when you're orgasmicly frustrated," and he uses his thick, meaty fingers to find her cherry and to quickly get her off. Now she pulled taunt against the ropes, opening the crotch as fully as the bonds would allow, and her orgasm was rapid and deep. Grunt withdrew his fingers and tasted one, "ummm, good, here, taste," and he offered the other finger to Caela. After her sampling her took a corner of the towel and wiped Caela's dripping pussy.

Again with the feather he started, allowing the branches to graze her skin, gently, all over her torso, and down her legs again, and her calves and then to her feet. Her feet did not rush to meet the feather, but involuntarily moved from the feather in their sensitivity. Now he takes the feather and reverses the ends so that the quill is now his tool. On the bottom of her feet he uses the sharp end to scratch and tease, watching as her feet tried to escape his frivolous assault, as her knees buckled and pulled, and laughter escaped, along with her pleas to stop ...

 

[caela]

Re: deux

On the bottom of her feet he uses the sharp end to scratch and tease, watching as her feet tried to escape his frivolous assault, as her knees buckled and pulled, and laughter escaped, along with her pleas to stop ...

His fingers plunging into her tripped her release and she cried out with the deep intense pleasure of it. Finally collapsing back into the bed only when he removed his fingers from her body. When he held his finger to her lips she licked and suckled it clean of her own taste, a low purring in her throat.

Feeling him put the feather back against her flesh she couldn't help but squirm and pull at her bonds. Small gigles erupted from her throat as the tickling teased and traced her form. Breathlessly she pleaded, "Stop...ohhhhh please stooooop!" which only seemed to amuse and encourage the Grunt.

She whimpered at the first scratching of the feathers quill against the bottom of her tender feet, a small cry sounding in her throat, "Nooooooooooo." Between laughs and pleedings she squirmed and jerked against her bonds trying to elude the maddening tease of the feather.

 

[da grunt]

Re: Re: deux

Originally posted by caela ... trying to elude the maddening tease of the feather.

The grunt was having great fun in his tormenting. Had he been whipping her she would have bitten her upper lip and taken the beating and would not have protested and would never have said 'no', nor ask for it to stop, but the tickling, the struggling and the laughter began to cause Caela's eyes to water. Grunt set the feather aside and now began to use his fingertips and employ the classic baby tickling techniques, "coocie, coocie, coo" he would say as he attacked her ribs and her underarms and especially the nerve ganglia at the forward point of the pelvis, pressing the nob and pushing the nerve endings to and fro across the sensitive spot.

Relenting, momentarily, he snuggled his face to her neck, "Baby like tickle?"

 

[caela]

Caela shreiked with laughter as his fingers played along her sides and underarms. When they crossed her sensitive ribs she bucked in her bonds as if she'd fly up off the bed. He for twisted and jerked and tried to push at him while she pleaded and laughs. "Oh god! stop, stop, pleeeeeease!"

Finally he paused and she slumped trying to catch her breath, her face incredulous when he asked if she like the tickling. "Ummm, it's not my favorite thing, it always makes me cry." She grinned impishly belying her words and tipped her head just enough to lick the end of his nose playfully where it nuzzled into her neck.

 

[Casca]

Re: Re: Casca/ Mo

Originally posted by Anna Sue ... “Please Sir, use me. Fuck my little pussy, hard please, her please comes softly but with great urgency.

Casca meets Mo's urgency with massive thrusts, thrusts which first brought cries of exquisite pain, cries that soon became whimpers, and a whimper accompanying each monstorous slam. Casca watched his rock hard cock go from the depths of her womb, with her precious labia buried with his cock inside her vagina, until the backstroke, and the labia clinging to his cock as it pulls out until Casca can see his massive shining helmut.

Mo's pretty pussy was impossibly stretched, and the depth of her vagina alive and screaming in taunt sensitivity. No her itch was being scratched, not with a touch nor a rub nor a slide of the membrane, it was all of the nerve endings in her membrane open and unhidden and both aggitated and satisfied with the same long strokes.

Mo still whimpered and shuddered, and Casca wondered if she had cum and cum again, or if her whimpering and shuddering were from the pain of his roman tool slamming deep into her cervix. She was certainly wet enough. He attempted a thumb to her asshole, an asshole tighter than a bug's because of the stretched vaginal ring. Instead he choose to kneed her tender buttcheeks, still streaked with red hashmarks from the earlier flogging. He grabbed her white globes and squeezed and pushed her asscheeks apart further, pushing the blood in her skin toward her heart, from the butt to the back, pushing muscles, forcing the blood to flow, slamming his giant into Mo until 'the funny feeling' began to tighten his balls, and his cock seemed to even get harder, larger ....

 

[da grunt]

... She grinned impishly belying her words and tipped her head just enough to lick the end of his nose playfully where it nuzzled into her neck.

The grunt grinned as he said, "You rascal, you," and took her by the scruff and kissed her, hard, long, passionately, then asked softly, "do you think you can get away so easily?"

He again took to the quill and began to designs upon her skin, designs which only he could see, perhaps which she could read from the inside.

To her breasts and using the quill as a tattoo needle, sticking invisible designs, and to her nipples, punctuating the designs, and again, down her belly, using the single point to comb the delicately trimmed bush before beginning to tattoo her clitoris and labia, delighting in the excitation, revelling in Caela's precious desperate cries and pleas.

 

[Anna Sue]

Re: Casca/ Mo

He grabbed her white globes and squeezed and pushed her asscheeks apart further, pushing the blood in her skin toward her heart, from the butt to the back, pushing muscles, forcing the blood to flow, slamming his giant into Mo until 'the funny feeling' began to tighten his balls, and his cock seemed to even get harder, larger ....

His moves grow stronger and faster when he does she starts to cry out

She hears moans and cries in pleasure and pain but does not recognize them as her own.
The body is not her own anymore she is overwhelmed by feelings, different kinds, the pressure inside her which leaves her in constant level of pain and pleasure, what brings her so close to cum but release is not their yet, just the promise of it.
Her reaction are shudders which running through her body but there is till the need of wanting more, his hands are kneading her buttocks she hardly feels it.

She throw back her head her hair must whip him directly in his face the face. Straighten her back one hand on her breast and torturing her own nipple in complete frenzy and her other hand stroking her clit not missing a stroke and moving with him in reunion.

Heat is washing over her body, her moans, groans are growing louder and by now you know for sure it comes from pleasure.
She is so close and she can feel he is close too “Please sir let me come I cant wait much longer,” her voice sounds desperate and lost.

Lost in pleasure…

 

[Casca]

Re: Re: Casca/ Mo

Originally posted by Anna Sue ... She is so close and she can feel he is close too “Please sir let me come I cant wait much longer,” her voice sounds desperate and lost.

Lost in pleasure …

Her pleas fell lost to his ears but her desperation drove him to spank her ass as he both commanded, "yes, cum," and he himself came, hard and deep, and he himself making animal sounds with each thrust.

Even after, spent, he continued to slide his limbering cock, a wet snake, allowing Mo's muscles to grasp and milk him ...

 

[caela]

The grunt grinned as he said, "You rascal, you," and took her by the scruff and kissed her, hard, long, passionately, then asked softly, "do you think you can get away so easily?"

Caela groaned into the kiss and returned with equal passion and the longing he ignited in her body. She couldn't help but grin up at him when he broke away and she shook her head, "No not easily, but I couldn't resist."

She wasn't surprised when he turned the feather on her once more and as the quill pressed and tickled it's designs on her flesh she was grateful it wasn't an actual tatoo needle for she'd have smudged it's pattern a million times with her squirming and jerking as it traced her tender flesh. She couldn't keep still and so she writhed wantong, her peals of laughter and her pleas for him to stop filling the room.

"Fuuuuuuuuuck, on please Sir stop!" she gasped loudly, "I can't take it anymore!"

And yet he continued to work ever lower down her flesh until she could feel the quill working it's maddening touch over her labia and clit. Here she managed to still despite the sensations rushing through her body because she knew one slip would hurt and not in a good way. Still though she quivered and whimpered and continued pleading with him to stop such torment.

 

[da grunt]

... Still though she quivered and whimpered and continued pleading with him to stop such torment.

"Poor baby" says he and as he moves to the end of the bed and begins to crawl between her splayed legs he says, "let me kiss it to make it better," and, with arms under buttocks and wrapped around in order to fondle, he began softly kissing and licking, sucking ever so tenderly, at the swollen labia, puffy from attention, unmistakenly ringing the entrance to more than her womb, to her soul ...

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Mstr PhoenixPrime w/ Nina in the dungeon:

"Now Nina consider being there well filled like that as you were sexually teased and perhaps subjected to erotic pain at the same time.
"Think about that and sucking my cock as I teased and tormented your breasts, your nipples as you did and you're forbidden to orgasm without my consent, permission or command to do so."

 

[Pywakit]

Nina and Master Phoenix

I consider Master's words. The feeling of the dildo in my snatch is exquisite. Each time he tuggs on the straps on my cuffs, pulling them tight, it causes the intrusion in my cunt to press against my insides. I realize now that it'll be a major task to prevent myself from coming until he gives me permission, and I can feel my skin growing fevered at the thoguth of it. Can I hold out until Master allows me release?

I merely nod, wide-eyed, to let him know I understand as he finishes putting on the last cuff, eager to find out how he intends to bind me to the chair.

 

[caela]

"Poor baby" says he and as he moves to the end of the bed and begins to crawl between her splayed legs he says, "let me kiss it to make it better," and, with arms under buttocks and wrapped around in order to fondle, he began softly kissing and licking, sucking ever so tenderly, at the swollen labia, puffy from attention, unmistakenly ringing the entrance to more than her womb, to her soul ...

Caela squirmed as she watched the Grunt crawling up between her thighs, her entire body shivering with need once more. His words only serving to enflame her passions higher and she jerks at the first touch of his lips to her aching pussy.

His arms under her buttocks keep her from moving too much but she still manages to press toward him, to grind against his lips as they tease her labia. "Pleeeeease Sir!, " she groans loudly, her body needing more to push her over that edge that she can feel starting to hover so closely.

 

[da grunt]

... "Pleeeeease Sir!, " she groans loudly, her body needing more to push her over that edge that she can feel starting to hover so closely.

Ignoring her pleas' he continued his tender suckling, no teeth now, lips, tongue only. Using his lips to chew upon her nether lips, using his tongue to explore her nether mouth, using his tongue to her to her nether tongue, her clit. Using is tongue to ring the rim of her asshole and to spread the ring while using his nose to fuck her pussy and nuzzle her clit, forcing his tongue past the tight musle, spreading his tongue, rolling his tongue ...

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Mstr. PhoenixPrime w/ Nina in the dungeon:

Once all of the cuffs are properly placed and secured Phoenix squats between her widely spread legs and looks into her eyes as he begins to fondle her breasts, play with their hard and large nipples with one hand and his other hand moves to her spread open pussy to tease her erect clitoris as he speaks to her.

"Don't move your arms from those arm rests little slut, nor your legs from where they are regardless of how much you want or need to do so. If you do you'll be punished for disobedience.
"In a short time you'll get up from the chair and move to stand under the bar hanging from the ceiling.
"Once you're there you'll raise your arms so your hands and wrists are above your head as I lower the bar and you'll stay that way.
"When the bar's where I wish it to be I'll clip the suspension cuffs to it and then have you place your feet where I wish them to be and secure them to the ring bolts in the floor.
"And then, Nina my little slut, you'll be stretched so that you're unable to move, so that you're helpless and vulnerable to anything I want you to feel and experience.
"You'll be sexually teased and aroused to the point of orgasming, but it will be denied until I'm ready to let you release your passion and lust.
"You'll be hurt where and how I choose to hurt you. The pain won't be a terrible pain, but one I'll use to increase your arousal, to deepen your need to cum and make it so much more intense when your endorphins combine with your arousal that when I allow it to happen you'll have the most intense orgasm you've ever experienced."

As he's talking he's continued playing with her, arousing her to a higher pitch and her filled and stretched pussy is now weeping and she's sitting in a small pool of her own honey.

"Now little slut, budding painslut and possible slave to be do you have any questions you'd like to ask before it starts? If so ask them now."

 

[caela]

Using is tongue to ring the rim of her asshole and to spread the ring while using his nose to fuck her pussy and nuzzle her clit, forcing his tongue past the tight musle, spreading his tongue, rolling his tongue ...

Her body trembles under the sensual assault of his tongue on her pussy and then her asshole. When his tongue pushes it's way past that tight ring though she can't take anymore and a low aching cry fills the room. Her body begins to shudder and jerk slightly as pleasure rushed through her.

She ached to reach down to him and felt her wrists caught in her bonds before she collapsed back into the bed, her chest heaving as she tried to drag air into her lungs. Her form limp and pliant before him.

 

[da grunt]

Originally posted by caela ... Her form limp and pliant before him.

With the fire and passion exhauted the grunt's mood changed. Where just moments before he was in his glory, showing off as always. He'd lost, she'd won. He worked his way from between her legs and went to the self locking cleat which held the ropes and with a simple tugs, they were release and Caela was able to move.

With a lack of enthusiasm he undid the snapshackles connected to the D-rings of the cuffs. When she was free he said, "I'm tired. You can do for me, or join Christy, or you can leave," and he flopped onto the bed with his hands folded upon his chest, staring at a corner in the ceiling...