The Catacombs of the China Pearl

So many emotion flash through the bound young beauty’s stunningly beautiful eyes, desire, need frustration and even aggravation. I do enjoy toying with this gorgeous young creature the look in her smoldering eyes as my knife caresses her cheek the way your supple young body shivers as the tattered remains of her little lacey panties flutter to the floor. I smile at the little moans, sigh, and gasps as I feast on her succulent young pussy. I bring Lana to the edge of that dark abyss that promises her such unimagined pleasure, holding her there, tittering on the edge, before denying her the orgasm she so desire.

My tongue slips from Lana’s delicious pussy. A little lover’s nip at the little hollow where her hip and thigh meet, the tip of my tongue reams out her little dimpled naval. Again I smile wickedly up into the bound young beauty smoldering eyes, slowly I cut open her Y-shirt, fold back the severed edges of her shirt, three quick flicks of my wrist and Lana’s bra is nothing but a memory. My head bends to her right breast; I inhale her pale rose pink nipple. I suckle that sweet little bud till it is a taunt little nub, crowning her puffy dusky pink areola. Gripping her throbbing nipple between my teeth I inhale deeply drawing a cool stream of air over the feverous bud.
 
The Catacombs of the China Pearl

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.
 
She has been too long ensconced in her tree. With trembling legs, her breath short, she slips quietly into the Inn and finds the hidden trap door that leads ...

beneath ...

 
Katie so good to see you my dear!

A soft fleeting sensual kiss and a scandalous hug to fire her imagination.


Choose a device my dear.


Face takes on a calm serein look


Would you prefer to strip and amuse me young lady or have me cut that delightful outfit from you?
 
Trembling even more visibly, her eyes dance around the room, taking in the implements and devices therein. She shudders in revulsion at the cross, made from wood that might have been one of her relatives at one time. The chains, the suspension implements don't register but ...

There is a simple bench, wide, with straps at the corners and inclined to about 30 degrees, that catches her eye. She walks over closer, leans over and finds that the straps/cuffs at each corner seem made for someone her height. Climbing up onto the apparatus, he head down and bottom higher in the air, she places her hands within the cuffs. Her knees find their place on the steps on each side, and she places them also within their respective cuffs/straps.

Her legs are spread wide by the width of the apparatus as her weight is born by the middle of her chest and abdomen. Her breasts hang free as the bench is shaped such that it is narrow at that point such that her weight is born by her breast bone. She can feel the movement of air upon her pussy and ass, and the smell of leather is heady.

She quietly awaits the fastening of the cuffs.


Sir? I await your ... attention.
 
"A delightful choice Miss."

My hand slides over the firm curve of Katie's ass. The position has your jeans stretched tight like a second skin, your dangling breasts straining at the material of her blouse, straining to be free of their fabric prison. The cold unyielding caress of steel to your trim little ankle, the soft whisper of parting fabric under the keen edge of the knife as I begin to cut away your jeans. A slow sensual, seductive, process. I draw the tattered remains free of your gorgeous supple young body Before turning my attentions to you Blouse and it is not long before their remains are cast aside as well. A few more flicks of that keen edge and your panties and bra are just a fading memory.

“The lash and its sensual caress, and fiery seductive Kiss Miss?’

A pointed pause as my fingers toy with your clit.

“Or shall I simply take you demanding all that delicious young body of your has to give, yet demanding ever more of it as I savor is sexual charms?”

As I speak first one then two fingers start to work in and out of your tight Pussy in a parody of what is to come.
 
Eyes closed, the cold steel was the least reason for the quivering response at skin, then far deeper, levels. It was all she could do to curb her moan of long pent up pleasure as the fingers lingered, parted, and probed her already drenched nether lips.

"Please, Sir, the lash. First."
 
"Such a Good Girl to ask so sweetly for what she desires."

A second finger joins the first to awaken even darker pleasure in this sweet bound Miss.

“I think the flogger sweet girl.”

As I speak my fingers slip from your needy young body leaving you alone and untouched for the moment to anticipate your heart’s desire. Then suddenly the caress of leather to silken skin, a soft sensual caress as the leathery tongues sinuously, slither across your naked perfection. Then with a casual flick of my wrist those sinuous tongues of leather curl around you leaving fire in their wake from their seductive fiery kiss.

“Good girls say thank you when they receive what they desires and then sweetly plead and beg for more young lady!”
 
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.
 
I escort Robyn and Shiva down into the depth of the Catacombs. I smile bows my lips at the wide eyed wonder of Robyn.

Shall you disrobe young Lady or perhaps a blindfold and I and Shiva can help you out of your clothing. :devil:ish :D
 
I climb a rope down a hole and find my way to the Catacombs. Around my shoulder is a bag full to the brim with unknown goodies. In this place it is obvious that I have taken on a more dominant role than my usual playful nature, as evidenced by my black, skin tight jeans and black tank top. My hair is pulled back in a tight bun and I have on a masquerade mask in the form of a shining gold and black fox.

"Greetings to you both."
 
“You look stunning Shiva I love your mask.”

a wicked smile bows my lips as I dawn the mask of a wolf.

“Doesn’t our sweet Robyn look good enough to eat?”

I draw a silken scarf from my pocket and blindfold Robyn.

Shiva shall we help Robyn out of her clothing?
 
"Thanks, CG. You're looking good too."

I can't help but smile as I see his wolf mask. A thought crosses my mind and escapes my lips:

"I wonder what animal mask Robyn will don? I have a few suggestions should she need help choosing."

A curious look passes my eyes. A blindfold. That's hardly as much fun as her being able to see all the cruel and at the same time, pleasant things, I would do to her.

"So Robyn can be little Red Robyn hood. And we will be the wild forest animals. Peculiar that there's no woodsman to save the damsel in distress... Though no need to rush it, CG. I think there are plenty of torturous things we can do while she's still dressed. Don't you think?"
 
“Shiva I fear I am like a child on Christmas morning always in a hurry to in wrap my presents and to see what lays beneath the pretty wrappings.”

A wicked teasing smile bows my lips.

“Red Riding Hood you say Shiva?”

I ponder just what kind of mask the devious young dominatrix had in mind.

‘So what kind of mask would that be Shiva?”

As I speak I run the tip of my finger down the sensual bow of Robyn’s neck My finger toying with the top button of shy young beauty’s blouse.

“So what do you have in mind for our stunning young Miss?
 
I climb down the back stairs wearing my combat leather skirt, top and boots. In my belt is my utility knife and rope which will come in very handy.

I’m here to meet Shiva and then together we have a date with Phoo Ming
 
I turn and greet her with the smile of a fox who's hungry for dinner.

"Ahh I see you've made it. And you brought toys with you, how fun. I brought some of my own as well." Motioning to a bag on my shoulder. "But don't you think you're a little under dressed for the occasion? I have this red cloak for you. It will keep you pleasantly warm down here in these dark caverns. I cannot promise it will keep you dry, however."
 
From behind a wolfish mask I grin and this delicious little lamb.

“And she wore leather as well Shiva. But I think that she needs a mask as well/ Do you have any ideas?”

A hand gilds across the firm curve of Robyn’s tight little ass.

“I do love the feel of leather Shiva."
 
I turn and greet her with the smile of a fox who's hungry for dinner.

"Ahh I see you've made it. And you brought toys with you, how fun. I brought some of my own as well." Motioning to a bag on my shoulder. "But don't you think you're a little under dressed for the occasion? I have this red cloak for you. It will keep you pleasantly warm down here in these dark caverns. I cannot promise it will keep you dry, however."

“Thank you for the cloak Shiva, l’ll wear it carefully”. I tie the cloak and hood and continue down stairs feeling like Red Riding Hood.

From behind a wolfish mask I grin and this delicious little lamb.

“And she wore leather as well Shiva. But I think that she needs a mask as well/ Do you have any ideas?”

A hand gilds across the firm curve of Robyn’s tight little ass.

“I do love the feel of leather Shiva."

Like Red Riding Hood I think I’ve run into the Big Bad Wolf. Feeling the hand on my bottom I turn “My, what big hands you have!”
 
“All the better to feel you with my dear!”

I wonder what naughty adventures Shiva has in mind for our sweet Little Red Riding Hood

“You know big Bad Wolves love to gobble sweet little girls like you Miss.”

My eys sparkle devilishly from behind my wolf’s mask.”
 
I reach up and gently stroke the wolf’s nose. With my other hand I reach out for an old tennis ball probably left by Shiva. Stepping back I throw the ball and cry out ‘GOOD BOY! FETCH!’
 
I smile as Robyn sensually strokes the nose of my wolf mask. That smile broaden as Robyn tosses a ball and seductively coos,

‘GOOD BOY! FETCH!’


“ Woof………..Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr.”

My cool hazel eyes meet Robyn’s as I step closer……..

“I am not a puppy Little Red Riding Hood. If I am going to chase anything or anyone it would be you my Dear.”
 
I watch the scene unfold with an amused and wicked smile on my face. My eyes take in her form as she tossed the ball. Obviously it was a decoy, but I could still sense the determination in her gait. She'd need a lot of breaking in. It was a good thing I can be patient when I enjoy my work.
 
“Shiva you little fox.”

I give her a wolfish grin.

“I think you need to take our Little Miss Riding Hood in hand.”
 
The real world has kept both Sal & me off air today. She’s working for her badges and I’m completing my military engineering diploma.

But, ok CG I know you’re not a puppy dog but you look so cute. I reach into the cloak Shiva gave me and find a bone ‘Here boy! Chew on this while I catch up with sleep’
 
The real world has kept both Sal & me off air today. She’s working for her badges and I’m completing my military engineering diploma.

But, ok CG I know you’re not a puppy dog but you look so cute. I reach into the cloak Shiva gave me and find a bone ‘Here boy! Chew on this while I catch up with sleep’

Oh there is something else I would much rather chew on or :p Robyn. :devil:ish :D


May all your reams be very. very naughty ones Miss.
 
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