The Café Chateau

[da grunt]

Room of Leather

The lights were dim when they entered the Room of Leather. The room was a large room with classic devices of torture and torment. A rack, with pulling wheels to tighten the ropes so much the victim would be held tautly off of the ground, with legs and arms spread and a cross, not like a ‘t’ but more like an ‘X’. There were stocks and cages, spanking rails and a hanging ring, with a hoisting wench. In the middle of the room was a dance floor; more of an exhibition stage, and in the middle of this stage was a rail bench, similar to a carpenter’s bench, with platforms along the sides, and on the platforms, manacles for hands and feet. A long dais covers one wall of the room, with another cage and dancing poles on either end.

“E, take off that dress and lie on the rack, on your back. Shy go to the cross,” the grunt escorts Shy to the cross and begins to bind her, her left arm first, then her right arm, then her left ankle and then her right ankle. He then adjusted the turnbuckles to remove any slack, leaving Shy stretched, from tiptoes to wrists. The grunt left enough chain on the bite end so that Shy could hold onto the chains if she chose to do so. Grunt teased her as he bound her naked body, and had her laughing at her immobility. When he was done he grabbed Shy’s scruff and kissed her deeply. “Observe now how I bind E.”

Grunt goes to the rack and affixes the manacle to E’s left wrist, then right wrist, then left ankle, then right ankle. He then begins to turn the wheel and move the pulley to pull the chains tighter. E’s feet and arms lift from the table first, and as the tension is increased only butt remains on the table, and then, the final turns and E’s body is now held off the table completely, only held by ankles and wrists. Now the grunt takes E’s scruff and kisses her, passionately, putting his other hand to her breasts, roughly massaging the tender globes and twisting her nipples, enough to bring moans from his captive.

Grunt opens a chest that was in the room and extracts his goodies. “This is a violet wand. They’ve been around for along time, but only recently been used as a device to torment of pleasure. It feels just like a charge of static electricity, except it has a continual output of static charge. It has ten power settings, ranging from a tickle to a red-hot cut. I’ve had this one built into my favorite device, the riding crop. I’ve got a traditional wand and a rake attachment, too. Remember, there is no real danger in these things, and no damage will be done. Power setting 1.” Grunt uses the crop, testing the heft and balance, and singing the zing and pop of the tool. The power cord was a slight hindrance to his swing, but the grunt preferred the crop for control, not for pain. First he touched the crop to his arm and tested the charge.

Then to Shy first, barely touching the skin with the tip of the crop, and grunt laughing at her shock, then her laughter as the tickle replaced the shock, and the grunt began to enjoy the tickling, and using the crop found all the traditional tickle zones and soon had Shy laughing uncontrollably, and grunt joining in with amusement at this tickling torment, while Elena looked on, smiling herself, in her anticipation of similar torment.

 

[JupitersGirl]

Re: Room of Leather

Then to Shy first, barely touching the skin with the tip of the crop, and grunt laughing at her shock, then her laughter as the tickle replaced the shock, and the grunt began to enjoy the tickling, and using the crop found all the traditional tickle zones and soon had Shy laughing uncontrollably, and grunt joining in with amusement at this tickling torment, while Elena looked on, smiling herself, in her anticipation of similar torment.

I can't hold back my laughter as Shy's giggles are contagious. She even has the grunt laughing! And, judging from the wetness between my thighs, I am sure to enjoy this myself.

 

[sweetslut-slave]

Seeing that Mr. Grunt has company in this room, I wonder why he called me. I took a few steps into the room, really wishing I could turn and run.

Mr. Grunt turns and says, "Ah, Gertrude, nice to see you again, my dear. I forgot to ask you to bring my cat back to my room when I saw you last night."

He stopped as I walked further into the room and the look in his eyes really made me blush. I gave a half laugh. I must really have been a sight, as I do not remember him ever seeing me like this.

Gertrude stepped up and looked him in the eyes, and said, " I will attend to it right away, Mr. Grunt, Sir."

He smiled and said "Thats ok, dear, stay and watch!" as his eyes twinkled at me.

I thought about it a moment and stayed.

 

[shysexkitten]

bound and spread to the cross i thought id be terrified but all i could do was laugh. Laughter seemed to make all of it ok it was my way of relaxing. Grunt placed the crop on my skin and the electric current was just enough again to send me into laughter. It tickled. Grunt traced all over my body finding my most sensitive parts and it sent me in to a laughing frensy

 

[sweetslut-slave]

I found a chair and pulled it up to watch. I cant remember ever watching Mr. Grunt at work or play so this was new to me. I enjoyed the laughter from the girls in the room and soon I was laughing as well.

Seems there is a lot I had not experienced but soon might. That thought made me blush again but I still sat tall and enjoyed myself. Work can wait a few I had decided.

 

[da grunt]

R o L

Gertrude came into the room. "Hello Gertrude, I thought you might enjoy seeing this. Come closer so you can see the tiny lightning against their skin. It delightful!" The grunt is having his boyish fun, tickling Shy's most intimate parts and Shy struggles in her laughter, "Okay", says the grunt, "if you can move I can turn the turnbuckles tighter." And tighter he turns the buckles, so that Shy's only movement is of her feet, hands, neck and head. Grinning hugely, the grunt again kisses Shy and then goes to Elena, repeating the process of seeing the shock turn to tickle and turn to laughter and turn to innocent howling of laughter, from grunt and from all three of the girls. Grunt touched the sensitive areas, and the crop found Elena's breasts, flatened and stretched, and traced the lines between them and her torso, and then to the nipples, outlining the pink contrast against the white, watching the nipple grow, then tapping the nipple tip, and all the while knowing that her real laughter was resulting in real heat between her legs. He put his face to her crotch and inhaled, "ah, lovely." And again used the tip of the crop to trace her pussy, her taint and her asshole, all wet from the juice of Elena's desire.

"Power level two!" The grunt turns the dial and touches the crop to the sensitive skin on his wrist. He first touches the crop to the knobs of her ankles, but watches her face. A slightly enhanced sense of shock is revealing in Elena's eyes, but not intolerable. The grunt moves the crop up to the delicate skin of her legs, and watches Elena's face. Her eyes are closed and she has her lower lip in her mouth, lost in the challenge of the charge. The grunt skirts around her pussy, and up to her belly, and her breasts, watching Elena's chew her own lip more desperately, watching her nipples harden, unmercifully.

 

[sweetslut-slave]

As I watched Mr. Grunt playing ( was it playing or working, I wondered) with the girls and turning up the heat, I was not sure what to make of it. I just watched, in awe, and the looked at Mr. Grunt with a new light.

Usually, he is all business with me. Here I was watching A Master at work. He turned to me and gave me a wink then went back to work.

 

[da grunt]

power level three

Grunt moved the crop down to Elena's excited clitoral hood, and using the electrified tip, pushed it right and pushed it left, trying to unfold the flower, moist with dew, the dew conducting the shock even more. Elena's movement at the rack was of overwhelming passion, approaching the passion of climax. Grunt had wanted to move on to Shy, but Elena was so close, Ah, but this is torture, and torture should be torturous He stopped promptly before Elena could cum, and again the grunt inhaled her musky aroma. "Yes, good!"

The grunt returned to Shy, who herself was waiting with anticipation, seeing the passion displayed by Elena making her even more wanton. "Put your head up," the grunt instructs, while touching the tip of the crop to Shy's jaw. The increased power level is not a tickle, but the shock goes deeper. Endurable, not painful, but the weight of the tip of the crop combined with the discharge of static electricity was highly erotic and Shy found herself straining to meet the crop, wanting the crop's touch, wanting the grunt to touch everywhere. After tracing her skin with ultimate attention, always watching where her straining would take him, watching her eyes closed, lost in desire, the grunt surprised her and flicked the crop as a riding crop, and snapped the static discharge against her breast, hard, SNAP. "Owwww," says startled Shy, opening her eyes with a crispness, surprising. The grunt laughs as he says, "Power level three!" He turns the dial and touches his forearm. The girls notice his lips turn up in snarl, yet he moves the tip around, watching the lightning, studying his skin. "Not bad." Now, to the inside of Shy's wrist and Shy feels the greater shock, as if a dull nail is being deeply drug against her skin. The pain not unbearable, in fact, Shy begins to feel as if her skin is being scratched, hard, but good, and thorough, an efficient scratch. The grunt retraces the steps from power level two, and still Shy strains to meet the crop. When the crop is tracing her labia, it feels as if that dull nail was digging at that tenderest of skin.

 

[sweetslut-slave]

I sat, totally still, in total awe, watching every move and facial expression. Mr. Grunt and the girls forgot I was even there, which was just fine with me.

I sat there, in a stunned silence, wondering what it felt like. What it would be like to be in this room, being driven mad with desire. I could only sit, stunned by the vision before me, eyes filled with wonder.

 

[da grunt]

... I could only sit, stunned by the vision before me, eyes filled with wonder.

The grunt returned to Elena, "Power level three, baby, here we go," and touches the tip of the crop to the taunt skin of her navel, where he traces the bellybutton, closely watching the lightning striking the skin, watching the tiny tummy hairs standing rigid in response to the static charge, making ever increasing circles around her stomach, then making figure eight's around her breasts, watching her face, her skin, then making the circles of the figure eights smaller until they skirted the edge of the nipples, then to the nipples and their precious tips. As much as her tautly pulled body would allow, she arched her body higher, wanting the wicked lightning striking her tenderest parts, dripping in heat.

 

[JupitersGirl]

That crop is alive! The nerve endings of every inch it touches are supercharged sending waves of passion throughout my body. The grunt's slow teasing has made my nipples ache for the touch of lightening!

My body arches as if of its own accord. I can't move at all, but I still try, straining at my bonds with every ounce of strength I can command. I am soo close. In my mind, I sob, please don't let him take it away from me again!!!!

 

[shysexkitten]

Power level two was more intense but it also made me wetter. As i felt grunt gracing the crop against my body i found my body yearning for its touch wanting the shock wanting the excitement. I wanted to be tortured. Gertrude had entered the room and was watching as grunt tortured us. Even that sent vibes through me

 

[Guest]

He felt the bite on his thigh, and his back arched a bit more.
But there are some things.......The beast will not take with grace.

When she falls into his arms, her hands on his cock, he is breathless for a moment. Then he rolls toward her, kisses her, pulls her tight to him.

And keeps kissing her, her lips, eyelids, moving down and across, her ears.
He reaches that point below the ear where the pheremones are strongest, stops. With his inhale, his hand, which had crept up her back to her hair tightened slowly and inexorably. Her head arched back, and he trailed his tongue up her throat, from the confluence of her collar bones to the tip of her chin.

THen she felt his teeth on her throat. Long and sharp, right in the middle of the change, on either side of her windpipe.
Just enough pressure, not quite enough to break the skin, though she knew he could do it easily.
She did the only thing she could, she relaxed and let her arms fall loose over her head.
He heard the whimper from her throat, it matched the rumble from deep in his chest.
ANd the beast was satisfied.
Mostly.
His head withdrew slightly, dipped, and his long coarse tongue stroked across her nipples. Licked the bottoms of her breasts.
Her throat.
His hand released her hair but gathered in her wrists, stretching her arms above her head.
His other hand trailed down her side, scratching lightly.
It cupped beneath her knee and lifted her leg.
His cock, now hard again, touched her lips.
He gave a small push, withdrew, another small push, withdrew, and stopped with just the head of his cock in her.
He leaned forward a touch more. Licked her ear, and in a raspy voice, that showed the strain of control said...

"Ask"

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

"Ask"

I knew what I was in for when i allowed my beast to mark His. I knew that I would have to show my submission when He rested his teeth against my throat..i did not expect that he would tease me so. I did not expect this all encompassing need to feel Him deep inside me. "Ask" He says, he demands, in a voice that barely maintains control. How does He expect me to force those words out when i can barely form coherent thoughts?

Eyes that are wide and golden try to focus on Him. Hands, clench and release with each teasing thrust. A growl forces it's way out, there is no way to hold it in, and is answered by His voice once more.

"Ask, I said."

"Please, fuck me. I want to feel You, Please." a sigh on still air, a whisper against His skin.

A little more is my reward, feeling a few more inches within me, before He withdrawls and goes back to teasing me with just the head.

I am thrashing..begging incoherently, pleading loud enough to wake the dead before He finally grants my pleas...and FILLS.....ME......UP.

 

[da grunt]

Simply shocking

Grunt knew Elena was so close, too close to tease again, and grunt was never one to begrudge nor hoard orgasms. His philosophy fairly stated, 'the more the merrier'. Now is the time for her eggs to drop, to drop like frozen popcycle drops, dropping on the padded leather rack like sleet on a hot day Grunt smiled at his musings and continued his ministrations with dilegence, now concentrating on the inside of her thighs, where the leg met the torso, underneath her, where her leg met her buttock, back again, inside the thighs, taunting Elena, bringing her closer and closer, the only thing holding her back was knowing that eventually the crop would dance on her cunt. Her head thrown back, eyes closed, lip being chewed, Elena was lost, at then, the touch stopped. One second, two seconds, thr ... ZWWWIIIPPPT! The crop is snapped directly onto Elena's clitoris, and the tip left there, again to push right, to push left, to follow and trace the labia and tease the pink skin within. Slap, slap, slap the crop mini-spanks directly onto Elena's splincter, the gently moving the tip around, always watching, the lightning and always the language of Elena. Tracing back up the lovely pussy lips, again at the hood, pushing, pulling, watching Elena buck, watching her language shout, watching her cum for him.

"Good girl, I'm not done with you yet."

Grunt returns to Shy, "Power level three, sweet girl."

 

[Guest]

When he reaches the depth of her, when he feels his pubic mound grinding across hers. He starts to move.
Not withdrawing and thrusting, too easy to get carried away.
Pushing and relaxing.
Moving his cock in slow circular motions.
Pushing harder.
Rubbing against her pussy.
He rears back onto his haunches, pulling her with him, till she is riding his lap, his cock still deep inside her.
He pulls her wrist around, gathers them both into his left hand. His right goes back to her hair.
And he pulls her down onto his cock, HARD.
Thrusting up, pulling her down, faster, harder.

She cums slightly before him, and the contractions of her strong pussy send him over the edge again. That and the noises she is making, somewhere between the moans of a woman and the whimpers of a wolf.
His own growls answer her, and as his cock starts to twitch and spurt, he leans forward and his teeth find her left shoulder. Not too hard, but hard enough to mark.

When the tremors stop they collapse onto the furs, still together, still joined.
He brings her arms forward and folds her in his own, pulls her close, strokes her hair.
He buries his nose in her hair, glorying in the scent of her.
Tips her head up and his lips find hers, tenderly now.

He pulls the furs up around them, and holds her close.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I slowly come back to earth...my body drenched and throbbing. Everything I had said I wanted, He gave to me. It is while I am in that state...the state of being beyond worry, beyond care that those words slip out.

"I love You." my eyes close and I drift....

 

[Guest]

I slowly come back to earth...my body drenched and throbbing. Everything I had said I wanted, He gave to me. It is while I am in that state...the state of being beyond worry, beyond care that those words slip out.

"I love You." my eyes close and I drift....

He carefully untangles himself so as not to wake her, and places a tender and gentle kiss on her forehead.

"And I you, little one. And I you.."

He steps quietly into the the bath, pushes the door up, relieves himself. Then he reaches over and starts the water into the huge jacuzzi tub. Searches the medicine cabinet, finds the topical antiseptic, treats his thigh.

"Hmm that'll leave a Mark."

He smiles.
It will take a bit for the tub to fill, he will let her rest for the moment.

 

[shysexkitten]

I watched as elena cam in delight and yearned for the same. "Power level three" i heard directed in my direction ( i dont know if i can take it) but i want to find out

 

[Guest]

When the tub is full enough he steps out to the bedroom. She is beautiful, sleeping in the half light, her curly hair spread around her on the furs.
He walks to the furs and scoops her up to his chest.
Her eyes fly open.

"Shhhhh Little one, it's me. Shhhhhh...relax dear, you are safe here."

He carries her into the bathroom with him, but rather than step into the sunken tub with her as he would like to, he sets her feet on the floor, in front of the commode. Too many years with women, if he had , she would have just had to climb out again.

So he sits on the edge of the tub till she is done, then assists her in stepping in and getting seated.

"I would have loved to let you sleep, but if I had, you would have been sore tomorrow. Also, remember to eat big tomorrow, the shift takes a lot."

He slides down beside her and reaches out for a sponge from the shelf.

"Turn around, you have scratches on your back, and we need to wash that shoulder."

As he laves her back he leans forward and plants a soft kiss on her neck, right at the hairline.

 

[SubChristy]

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."

Once Kiera lead Naomi down to the sub ward...she had time to collect her thoughts. Naomi looks around...finds her journal...and writes.



my own room...it isnt much then again i dont need much. Kiera and Da Grunt has been so good to me.

and drifts asleep....

 

[sweetslut-slave]

Room of Leather cont

I was so interested in the goings on with Mr. Grunt and the girls I just sat there. Each set of steps Mr. Grunt took with them, I could feel myself becoming more excited. I just sat there, though, remembering my punishment from earlier. That led me to thinking about my reaction to that whip, then the blush deepened as I remembered I was sitting here naked, watching Mr. Grunt with the girls and not caring.


Humm, thinks there are more changes in store for me, I laughed.

 

[Cleopatra]

I decided to look over the data I'd received from the medic's tests in the Libray, and have something to eat while I was working. I'm glad I remember to ask da Grunt earlier and he had removed the cord from the doors, allowing me access.

The minute I stepped inside, I thought I saw a figure back by the window. "Hello..." I called, secure in the fact that the Chateau was well guarded and the person belonged here...somewhere. No answer. "HELLO..." I called out, and still no reply. Maybe they went out another door.

I walked to the fireplace and set a fire, lit it, and coaxed it into life. I watched the flames dance and sing, and was transfixed for a few minutes, almost drawn into a meditative state. When I snapped out of it, I saw the figure I had seen just a few minutes ago, in the flames.

Whoa.

I stepped back, but the thing reached out an arm-like wisp of dark air, grabbed my arm in a surprisingly solid way, and yanked me off my feet into the flames. I freaked - fought being pulled in, until I realized I was lying on a smooth marble floor, looking up at the biggest Library I had ever seen. The figure next to me had corporealized into a girl, younger than myself, but with a way about her - a sense of authority.

Before I could speak, she said, "Welcome, Cleopatra."

No one calls me Cleopatra. It was my given name, a nod towards the strong ancient Egyptian ruler, but I've used Cleo as long as I can remember. I stared at her. "Where am I? Who are you?? How did you do that? Where AM I??!?"

She laughed, a melodious sound. I got up off the floor, and started getting pissed.

"You wouldn't recognize this place. It doesn't exist in your time. I am the Librarian here. I pulled you through the flames because it's the only portal I had available at the time. And you're in the Library at Alexandria."

"That's impossible." I said. "The Library was destroyed by fire. Ceasar did it accidentally, if you can believe some of the reports."

She had the gall to smile at me. "This is not the same timeline as you have been travelling. In our time, it has never been destroyed. But I cannot answer your questions now. Time is fleeting, for us, and I need an answer from you. I need help moving the entire Library to a more secure place, as in our time, it's being threatened, like it was in yours. Priceless documents will be destroyed, but I need it done efficiently and I have seen how well you work in the Library. Your naming wasn't a whimsy. Your blood goes back the the original Cleopatra, and as her decendant, only you can use the protective magic to keep the Library intact. In the past few days, haven't you noticed how protective the Library in the chateau is of you?"

I recalled how I was healed in the Library, but not outside the walls. She continued without an answer from me. "The book you carried with you - the Library even went as far as to return it to your room when you left it unattended, feeling it should be with you. Didn't you question that?"

I thought for a second, then asked her," How long will you need me? Can I return to my home, in my time?"

"You may return through the portal in the flames, but only for emergencies, and when you have finished here, if you wish. You may also stay, and run the Library with me. It's your choice. This one time, I'll allow you to return to collect your things and I will be back to help you over at the next moonlight. Will you help me?" she said, almost frightened of my answer.

I thought for a long minute.

"Yes. But I must return now, make a final journal entry, and have a few words with my employer and family. But I'll return tomorrow night."

She smiled a dazzling smile, and took my arm, led me to the flames and said, "Until tomorrow." Then she shoved me through. I ended up face down, again. So graceful.

I looked around, and the books seemed...different. I pulled a few out of place, and noticed they actually, were in place - the Library itself had finished my job. Convenient, I thought wryly. I guess it really does need my help.

I hurried to my room, found the journal, and made a few phone calls to my sparse family. I put in a message to da Grunt, that I needed to speak with him as soon as possible. Then I packed.

 

[da grunt]

Originally posted by shysexkitten ... i want to find out

The grunt could see the fearful anticipation as he approached. To her torso he attacked, ringing her bellybutton and up, between her breasts and below her breasts, oscillating rapidly between the bottom of her breast and her torso, as rapidly as his wrist could function. The effect was both electric and physical with the snapping of the crop against the tender skin. Grunt was affected by his attentions and took the same movement between her legs, rapidly delivering the statacco of blows in extreme rapid succession, with snapping power around her lower thighs and knees, and rapidity close toward her pussy, and the edge of the crop brushing and delivering its static charge, causing the girl, Shy, to roll and shake her head and breasts in lost abandon. The grunt continued this snapping motion, up to the swaying breasts, and focused on each breast, and rapidly as he could, delivering the right/left strokes until a rosy hue marked his strike zones. Grunt had lost count of Shy's thrashing, knowing she was like a cumming machine, her esctasy resembling continuous orgasm.

Grunt ceased and smelled, "Ahh, very good! Power level 4!"

Grunt adjusted the dial and tested the crop to his forearm. The intial reaction caused him to clench his fist, but with forced calm he opened his hand and moved the croptip around, feeling the rip, watching his skin, but seeing no damage.

To his knees he dropped and tenderly began touching the crop tip to the outside ankle knob, watching the reaction.

 

[da grunt]

Tinker Belle helps

The grunt stops his game, and cocks his head and listens, he listens to a voice that only he can hear. "Now?" he says, and "okay."

Grunt turns the dial on the crop down to 2 and tells Gertrude, "have fun, I'll be back soon."

And the grunt runs, leaving the room and running to Cleo's room, where he knocks and awaits acknowledgement.