The Catacombs of the China Pearl

[DarkEmpress]

CG is the Master of sweet torment. He wields the cat with practiced precision, lacing it across my skin in a soft caress before he would flick his wrist, letting the cat bite into my skin. The mixture is intoxicating, levitating me between the gates of heaven and hell until my senses are in a frenzy. My body is in a constant state of arousal, the little egg wrenching whimpers from my lips, interspersed with screams of agony ... moans of desire.

“Please Master...” I breathe, “May I cum?”

My eyes are dilated, sapphire orbs, begging CG for his permission to surrender to him.

 

[cgraven]

Pale ice blue eyes now dark azure with hints of vibrant violate search out my own golden flecked hazel eyes. Moist ripe lips part as Dee makes her fervent plea,

“Please Master...”

Dee gasps as her stunning eyes plead so eloquently, the desire that forms on those sweetly “O”ed lips.

“May I cum?”

Her alabaster skin as pale as the fines ivory, now decorated with a fine lattice work of crimson stripes, arches to the caress of the Cat.

“You may cum my sweet.”

I whisper my words barely audible my eyes holding hers granting Dee, her hart’s desire as the Cat firry tongues lick across her supple young body enflaming her darkest passions and desires..

 

[DarkEmpress]

Those hazel eyes, I can drown in them. CG is my pillar of strength, a safe haven, the keeper of my desires ... the Master of my body.

The strand of control that I have been holding on to – snaps – and I can feel emotion, desire and fire swirling through me. Every muscle in my body contracts and I cry out as my body surrenders to the incredible pain and ecstasy, tears trickling down my cheeks. I cum and I cum hard, the sensation pulsing through me like an avalanche.

I am drained, a sheen of perspiration glistening on my skin as the rack keeps me suspended, my head rolling back ... my breathing rasping past my lips.

“Thank you, Master,” I breathe.

 

[cgraven]

Her body magnificent every muscle so delightfully defined as Dee arches to embrace the dark desires she craves. Her cries of ecstasy mingling so sweetly with her screams of pain untill she lays spent and exhausted bathed in a fine sheen of sweat, her alabaster skin with a deep golden huge of reflected torch light as her head lulls side to side, her hair a wild dark halo frame Dee’s angelic face. Her sweet parched lips “O”, her voice a deep husky passion choked whisper.

“Thank you, Master,”

Silently I smile down in to her smoldering eyes as I let the robe slip from my shoulder. Dee’s little humming tormentor is cast aside. My body poised above hers, as she lays on the rack, like a sacrificial lamb on the alter of sinful lust. I loop the Cat around her slender neck, my lips claim hers even as I plunge into her taking my pleasure from her supple spent body.

 

[cgraven]

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Down below the little Inn that sets high on the bluff just below the China Point light ther are lye the catacombs of an ancient fortress forgotten by time. In thoughts wondering corridors, the cool breath of time gone by caresses the cheek of those that dare to enter. This is a place where darker pleasure are enjoyed where the caress of leather it’s stinging kiss call to dark lust. Where the rack and St Andrew’s “X” bring gasped sighs of anticipated pleasure. All that is most feared and secretly desired awaits those that dare embrace its dark seduction.

 

[Nina327]

light feet carried her from shadow to lighted corrador... giggling as she walked deeper in... her fingers tracing the wall and shadows chased her...

 

[cgraven]

Like a wraith I slip from dark shadow to dark shadow savoring the embrace of the darkness. I follow the padding of bare feet and the little sensual giggles of anticipation. That lithe forms stops in a pool of light the dark heart of the catacombs lays before her. Arms circle around her trim little waist as I draw her to me.


So Nina do you see anything that peeks your interest and desire.?

I tease her as my hands cup her breasts rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger..

 

[Nina327]

a mock shriek dissolves in giggles pressed to his clothed warmth... she shivered more from his meaning than the tingles fingers wrought....


yes... i do.....

-on tiptoe she brushed her lips over his bitten one.. licking the crimson taste from her lips-


the darkest thing in here....


you.

 

[cgraven]

There is a dark gleam in my eyes as you speak your desire and brush my lips with a kiss. Dark thoughts slowly form images. Your blouse gaping open and hanging lose, your corset so dark and charming, the skirt that plays around your legs in a sensual game of hide and seek so pleasing.

Why thank you Nina but perhaps the rack and a blindfold would provide you with some dark amusement as well Miss.

 

[Nina327]

her eyes never left his... but her teeth found her lip and her head tilted ever so slightly down... her glee barely hidden

So .... flattery gets you the rack around here... I'll have to remember that.

both lips were bitten then... to almost hold in her giggle... she couldn't help it

her hand found his free one as she stepped back... pulling without pulling... toward blisss

 

[cgraven]

Like a naughty child on Christmas morning unable to wait longer for what she yearns for. Nina takes my hand in hers then pulling without pulling lets me lead her to her heart’s desire the rack. Laying there is a little black blindfold very much like Batman’s cowl but with no eye slits. The back is zippered and it lays there waiting for Nina.

Put it on Miss.

 

[Nina327]

nearly bouncing on her toes she stole one last brush of his lips while she could see them. Turning she gathered her hair setting it in one long braid. Pulling a ribbon from her corset she secured the plait with a bow. her fingers slowed running along the well worn wood before very delicately she picked up the black fabric, slipping it over her head. She nibbled her bottom lip in a soft smile as she listened to the zippers teeth, so soft but so very final

 

[cgraven]

The soft metallic whisper of the zipper, the thigh caress of the cowl mask submerging Nina into a muffled world of darkness where even sound is a faint whisper. Firm hands guide her to recline on the well worn wooden bed of the rack. The lingering scent of sweet arousal rather then fear clings to the wood. My hands slide along her arms as I stretch them over her head. A soft fleeting kiss caresses her delicate wrists just before the rich embrace of leather holds them captive. Kisses light as the caress of a butterfly’s wings dance over your lips the line of your jaw to flow down the slender curve of your neck . Your breasts and nipples are bathed with sensual kisses, seductive teasing tonguing, and erotic little lover’s bites. Slowly they dance and float down the quivering plane of your belly Hot moist breath washes over your pussy. Then down your legs. Slowly I draw them apart a kiss brushes your trim little ankles before they are imprisoned in the embrace of leather.

 

[Nina327]

She knew eventually her mind would slow its incessant jabber... it always did but would poke at her a few more times before falling to quiet..... Funny how you can feel the strength in hands when you can see them.... and it becomes ten time more when you cant. Thats where she was... that place in the begning... where the lines of reality and perception become the minds playthings... where images still flash as your eyes still try to see... It made her giggle...

And smile.... she breathed in and blew out through pursed lips. her head turned slightly following his movemnts... the solid relaxing warmth that draws that giggling excitement up and out the first hand and the second. brushed lips sealing it from coming back that way before leather surrounds and begins its grip.

Lips parted inhaling soft wings flight over her skin... She swallowed... lips, teeth and tongue chased her giggles down her body... washing them with heated breath from mound that ever so slightly reached for fleeting breath..... down her legs.... her toes wiggling their last giggle.... sealed with the same soft kiss as her wrists before parting company with each other to rest in leathers grip...

A flash of gooseflesh ran across her skin like a single ripple in a pond and faded just as fast.

 

[cgraven]

Bounds that hold the willing fast, sweet nubile perfection partly covered. A blouse that lays open, a corset that lift, tempts and tantalizes, a skirt bunched, long shapely legs. Sensual seduction laid before me.
The skirt pulls tight the soft seductive whisper of cloth as it rips the tattered rag pulled away cast aside. Her supple captive body pulled at and shaken as that teasing blouse is ripped to shreds and cast away.

All is darkness and silence. A muffled sound of breathing? Is it to her right? No the left! No It moves it shifts. The cold caress of steel to warm skin. Slowly the corset is cut from her then with but two quick flicks of the wrist as cold steel dances over feverous flesh the last vestige of modesty is nothing but a memory as her panties are tossed aside to leave her laying before me in all her naked glory.

The soft almost whispered click of the ratchet. click, click, click, click, slowly steadily Nina’s supple young body is drawn tight as a bowstring.

 

[Nina327]

Air kissed her skin, her skirt left her legs. She rolled her lips between her teeth and smiled. Hope and anticipation soared with the feel of just how her skirt left. She couldn't hear it but she could feel it torn asunder.

Her lips parted.... no matter how much she hoped.... having it real made her pant in the jostling... and excited into little pants

her shirt gone.... only her corset left and she froze... only her head twitching to perceived whispers... not knowing if they were real sounds or tricks she held as still as stone.

No matter how much she hoped.. having it real made her melt. That delicious dangerous kiss of blade to flesh.. parting material. She could hear that. The sound was branded to memory... and memory played as air kissed her skin and chased goosebumps. ... Two more times the blade kissed her skin.. and two times her breath paused....

naked her breathing started to slow agian.... until the soft clicking reverberated through every bone in her body. Now whether it did or didn't really didn't matter... Its dark and quiet perceptions. her head tilted up... as if to will herself to stretch with leathers pull.... She sighed as it pulled tight. her fingers grasped the strap. wrists bones rolled into gripped security. That first click that was tight.... she breathed in..... and then blew out tention... relaxing... the next click tighter... she breathed in... and blew out tension.. and he stopped.... She was as tight as she could be right this second....

She swallowed hard... breathing in.. and blowing out tention...

 

[cgraven]

The seductive rise and fall of her breasts that moment when she held it savored it before slowly blowing it out between sweetly “O”ed lips. The breath to cleanse, the slow, labored release, to let the tension slip from stretched muscles and tendons. The smell of sulfur, bees wax so sweet so seductive. The Dancing heat of the flame. The rich thick kiss caresses Nina’s nipple as heated oil pays across her heaving breast and nipples. Drizzled over the quivering plain of her belly to pool in her naval to spread its war liquid kiss over her wide spread pussy.

Hands strong confident, demanding begin a slow deep sensual massage. Hands that grip fingers that roll pinch and tug at nipples hands that work hot oil into delicate supple skin.

 

[Nina327]

The smell of sulfur, bees wax so sweet so seductive.... her breath hissed in and her stomach rose.... muscles bunching thought they could not pull.... it was hot.... but not as hot as she expected.... the heat ran more... ... her breath hissed out.... still deliciously hot... waxes ran through her mind.. and were dismiised.... momentarily forgotten as heat pooled in her navle... A tiny squeak unmeasured as heat ran and seeped into the sensitive folds..... She breathed in.... and blew out tention.... and a long low appreciative moan... radiating strength gripped her, from skin to taunt muscle... delicious warm strong hands..... plucking and rolling nipples tips.. ..... she breathed in.... and breathed out the beginnings of bliss.

 

[cgraven]

No the heat is searing thicker as waxes congeals on taunt throbbing nipples slowly trickles down across quivering belly, wax pooling in dimpled naval then its firry kiss brushes moist dewy pink folds.

Corse rough hands, rougher than calloused work man hands. Hands strong confident, and demanding. Leathered gloved hands begin a slow deep sensual massage, roll pinch and tug at nipples. Sight denied, hearing muffled, bound beauty imprisoned in a tactile world of sensations.

 

[Nina327]

her brows knitt.... never having played with wax that stayed warm.. facts and physics aside... she had only played in drops not rivers.... something new.... open mouthed her lips curled....

her moan stuck her tongue to the roof of her mouth...... if she were a cat she'd arch into rough. .... .... despit wax heat..... she moaned deeper.... longer....... breathed deeper.... longer..... her body shivered .. little bits twitched and tugged at her smile..

 

[cgraven]

Wax cools teeth grate across aroused skin Slowly I mount the rack to take my pleasure form beauty bound my lips claim hers as my lust parts soft dewy folds I pause poised ready to strike the velvet tip just nestled to press against her pearl of passion.

 

[Nina327]

teeth on flesh and aninals growled purrr follow teeths every tingling abrasion....

her breath hitched as the rack shifted.... swallowing back a pant...

his lips met hers... and she whimpered.... giving as much as she got... devouring his breath wtih hers.

bowed tight her body still tried to reach up to him... up to warm promise......

"promise met" she gasped into his lips........ breath suddenly rapid..... the longer he stayed poised.. the longer all her focus was on velvet and parted heat.... the more she squirmed

 

[cgraven]

Velvet tip posed…. The trust Iron cored shat driving …impaling…liquid heat. Lips crushed to lips. Groin crush to groin. Thrust hard and fast. Lips parting teeth nipping biting racking throbbing nipples the prize claimed.

 

[Nina327]

She did not scream.... her head cured back,,, what muscles could locked solid... the sound was choked pleasure and frustration... this.... what the torture of the rack for her.... and its utter bliss.... the day long torment.... set alight, clutching, gripping velvet steal... pounding her clit..... white hot pleasures... mixed with the searing pain on her nipples....

 

[cgraven]

Dark passion consumes me as I drive into the bound young beauty. I forage ahead her tight warm depths hugging my passion, clutching it as I claim her body and soul. Her cries of dark passion when I rake my nails across her taunt nipples please me. My body bows, the tip of my tongue circles her dusky pink areola, flicks at her throbbing engorged nipple, teeth rack across its moist tip. A bite. My mouth claims hers muffling her cry as my passion white hot fills her as I take my pleasure from her body.