The Catacombs of the China Pearl

nervous little giggle those wide eyes that show dark arousal and fear. The sweet musky scent of Kitty’s arousal lingers in the air.

“Raise your hands young lady!’ The cold embrace of the manacles encircles her wrists.

“Spread your legs my dear girl!” Her dainty ankles are soon captured.

“I do believe your are over dressed Miss. Shall we cut away your cloths now?”
 
I smile and do as told not hesitating at all as I gasp softly as I feel my restraints on me now captured to his lust and my excitement.

When he mentioned my clothing I did remember I forgot to undress before though I cant help to answer
"Sir if you cut them off i wont have anything to get dressed in afterwards"
 
Sounds delightful Kitten. :p

The cold steel caresses soft war silken skin. the sensual sound of material surrendering to the knife is the only sound. Each piece of clothing flutters to the floor till Kitty hangs there naked as the day she was born.

Now a new sound caresses the young beauty's ears the whirling of a motor the clanking of chains as her gorgeous young body is stretched so Kitty balances on her toes her naked body displayed to perfection.

"The cat-of-nine -tails Kitty?"
 
I held my breath slightly as I felt the smooth cold steel caress my silken skin as it cut threw the fabric that I was wearing leaving me soon to be naked and bare before him. when i then heard a motor and Chains i wanted to gasp but then i already ntoiced what it was for.

Now forced to stand almost on the tip of my toes i nibble my lip and try to keep calm as he then asks ca of nine tails.

"Oh my Sir..... yes please but gentle..."

i say with a smirk and a giggle
 
"Oh, my Sir..... yes, please but gentle..." The little giggle and the naught look in her eyes seem to say make it sensual, seductive rather than gentle.

I drape the cat over Kitty’s shoulder and draw it forward as it slithers down over Kitty’s shoulder, sensually falls across her firm young breasts, one strand seductively clings to her nipple. I give my wrist as shank and the leathery tongue’s slither to life. Another flick of my wrist and the leather tongues curl around Kitty to lick at her breasts and nipples.
 
My breath I hold for a seconds as I feel the cat nines little claws grip and tease her skin her nipples and she wanted more it felt so interesting, It was then that he flicked his wrist as she gasped jumping slightly to the feeling and the sensation of it all as she also bite her lip for a second as she then whispered first.

“Thank you, Sir… 1….!”
 
The way kitty’s back arched at the stinging kiss of the cat. The way her moist lips “O”ed at its sensual embrace were magnificent and the silent way her soft eyes begged for more were quite pleasing. I loved her little gasped, “Thank you, Sir… 1….!”

“Dose Kitten want another?” I drape the cat around the young beauty’s neck and draw her close. “And what do good girls say when they get what they want Miss?’

I look forward to this young beauty’s begging for more as well as her screams of ecstasy and pain. Once more the cat curls around Kitty’s supple young body to lap at her aroused pussy.
 
Kitty held her breath for a second as she licked her lips when he pulled her closer asking if she wanted another she nodded slowly and said.

"Yes please!, yes please Sir may I have another..."

She took a deep breath and then she added

"Thank you for giving me what I want Sir.... this kitty is so grateful...."

Feeling the cat as her pussy she cried out and jumped with her whole body as well as she could as her cry turned quickly into a moan the stinging was a sweet painful feel but coming from him it is oh so much sweeter.
 
"Yes please!, yes please Sir may I have another..." Kitty took a deep breath and then she sensually gasped "Thank you for giving me what I want Sir.... this kitty is so grateful...." The young chained beauty’s growing arousal filled my nostrils. Kitty was indeed getting what she wanted.

The mixture of pain and pleasure filled ever fiber of Kitty’s being as she danced to the stinging kiss of the cat as it seductively licked at her breasts, nipples, the flat plain of her abdomen and her firm little ass and pussy. She withered to the sensual caress of the cat.

The count rose as time passed and Kitty gasped 20 Thank you Sir may I have another?” I loop the cat around the girl’s slender neck. “What else does my naught kitten desire?”
 
"Oh my Sir i am not sure i want so much but so little of me to do it with..."

I giggle as i lick my lips looking around wondering what else she hasnt tried here yet as she sees a wooden bank like kind of thing with cuffs on onside and over the middle a belt

"What is that Sir that looks like it could be fun"
 
That my pretty Kitten is a spanking bench. I loop the cat around Kitty's slender neck and draw her close to me. My lips just a breath away from hers.

Would you like a nice spanking Kitten............with my hand or a paddle?
 
i smile as he tells me what it was and then he looped the cat around my neck pulling me closer my eyes lock to his his lips only a brush from mine i try to lean forward as he then asks me if i want a nice spanking and if so which will it be his hand or a paddle i smirk licking playfully once over his lips as i whisper.

"Yes i would like that and maybe first with your hand?!"
 
“So, my little Kitten likes a paddle on her firm little ass.” I smile down on Kitty. “But a little spanking first is it Miss?”

As Kitty requested I star with a sharp spanking having Kitty count each swat and of course she had to thank me for giving them to her. Next I take up a ping-pong paddle the first smack to her delicious ass as that firm flesh seductively jiggling and glowing scarlet. “So, do you want me to paddle you till your sweet little ass is hot and glowing and you beg to be fucked Kitten?”
 
I smirk and nod to him as he asks about the spanking and paddle and cannot help but also giggle some till his hand came down on my ass cheeks making, I gasp and cry out I take a second to catch myself and then counted each smack and thanked him.

“oh, please Sir….!”

I gasp softly panting as I lick my lips, I want more spankings, but I also want his touch I want him to fuck me.
 
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.
 
A little shapeshifter fox has been running away from the humans chasing me.. I found this little window with a light peeking through. I squeezed through the window, hoping that it a safe place to hide. It felt safe at least, there is a mixture of scents filling the air and none of them gave off a dangerous vibe.

This window opened up to a staircase leading up to a door, as well as down into a spiral leading into darkness. Going up would seem logical, however, I’m trying to hide from the world right now, I have no idea what the voices I hear belong to. Still in my white fox form, I make my way down the spiral stairs..

To my surprise every few feet, a torch would light up. It was a bit unnerving at first, unsure if it was a warning to the owner of this place, yet when I look back, there is no sign of anyone following. I continue down until I reach the door. To my surprise, it was cracked open and with some hesitation, I nudged it open and slipped inside the room.…

The room both shocked me and snagged my curiosity at the same time. I slowly shifted into mostly human form, my thick white tail flicking and my fox ears twitching at any tiny sound. Again, the torches light the room at my presence. My instinct told me to leave, to run from this place. Yet, my fingers caressed over the hanging shackles, claws light scratching over the cold steel.

I couldn’t help the small smile creeping to my lips, a blush kissing my cheeks when realizing the excitement growing within me… It was then I saw the canes displayed on a table, various daggers hang on a wall… My tail flicks again with excitement as my delicate finger trace over the canes… My ear twitching to the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs….
 
A stranger has come, come into the inner sanctum of my chamber. Slowly I peer into the chamber where my eyes behold what must be a shape shifter as the creature be fore me is both enchanting young beauty and sassy fox. Her eyes are bright with curiosity as her delicate fingers run over the contours of the canes.



“Do they call to you little shape shifter?” The words a dark whisper to tempt the soul.



“ They hunger for the taste of young supple flesh bound in chains.” That dark voice felt as much as heard.



“If you desire there caress then shift to a young maiden and slowly remove your garments.” The voice temptingly demands from the depths of the deepest darkest shadows.
 
The instinct to hide grew more intense with each footstep. However, I really had no idea where to hide, the door and stairs my only way out. My ears twitch to the sound of a thick, heavy voice, yet my eyes found no form. I tried searching the darkness that formed in the room, which seems to have swallowed the doorway.

I didn’t feel as if I’m in danger though, if nothing, the voice is soothing and calming. I find my fingers still caressing the canes, my eyes once more drawn them…

“Yes, Sir…. They do call to me… Though, I have never experienced such…. Items… I wish to…. Feel their kiss…. Yet, since I am… trespassing… I fear the punishing bite…. Sir…”

Biting my lip with hesitation, taking another glance at the shadows. I don’t know why I remain here.. I know nothing of this mysterious voice. Again, curiosity is nipping at my heels.

Slowly, my tail disappears, followed by the ears, leaving nothing but my porcelain white skin and long silver hair. I stand there, bare for the unseen eyes to see every inch of my flawless, silky skin. I actually feel more naked and vulnerable without my ears and tail. The shyness in my eye betray that truth.

”Please, Sir… Be gentle with me…”

There’s no hiding the hint of fear creeping in my voice. Yet, the scent of my excitement is betraying me as well…
 
I watch as my shy little shape shifter soft eyes dart from shadow to shadow slowly the guise of the fox is dropped and that of a gorgeous, young, and vivacious young woman takes its place. Her little pointed ears and fluffy tail the last vestiges of the fox to fade. She stands before me, her skin pale an lustrous as mother of pearl, her breasts high and firm, and her hips sensual. In a small shy voice, a gasped whisper escapes her ruby ripe lips.



“Yes, Sir…. They do call to me… Though, I have never experienced such…. Items… I wish to…. Feel their kiss…. Yet, since I am… trespassing… I fear the punishing bite…. Sir…”.



Again, that deep dark voice comes to warp around this gorgeous young creature. “Does the caress of their unyielding caress tempt you my dear? If so step to the manacles that dangle from the ceiling.



”Please, Sir… Be gentle with me…”



The intoxicating note of fear creeping in voice, and the heady musky scent of her growing arousal, and the excitement of the unknown betrays her temptation. I slowly step from the shadows, a shadow in black a cowled hood drawn over my face, black robes that hang to the ground. My hand sweeps to indicate the dangling manacles, a single commanding points to them as I await for you to obey.
 
My eyes cautiously looked up towards the dangling, steel cuffs shining in the light. I couldn’t deny that they did call for me, I can hear them as if they had actual voice of their own. The motion of the shadows drew my attention, especially the figure that emerged from those shadows. By all rights, I seriously should be afraid, I should run far from this place…

Instead, I wanted this figure to touch me. His scent and voice drew out sensations Ive never felt from a voice. I had to wonder for a split second if he is using enchanting spells on me. I couldn’t think straight while watching his hand guiding me to the cold steel.

Slowly I step forward with a chill running down my spine while raising my hands. The cold steel snapping into place sent another shiver dancing down my spine. I can feel the cold steel shrinking and forming perfectly around my dainty wrists, giving no hope at all for slipping out and escaping… My eyes at this point never leaving the shadowed figure…
 
Like a shy little lamb, I watch as this gorgeous young creature takes a step forward her soft eyes searching the rooms shadows and yet always drawn back to the manacles that dangle from the ceiling in the center of the chamber. Slow this young beauty is drawn to those manacles she lifts her arms and delicate wrist to them as she surrenders to their tempting call.



My body is close to hers now, the heat of it baths her naked perfection as I closed the cold steel of the manacles around her warm living flesh. My hands and fingers explore the sensual curves of her supple young body. I roll her pale pink nipples under the pads of my thumb as I gauge how responsive her Lucious young body is. Slowly they work lower and lower. Now my hot moist breath bathes her most intimately.



“Spread your legs my dear so I may bind them to the bar.”
 
My heart is racing, constantly asking what am I doing? As I felt the cold steel on my wrists, testing them to see if I could escape…. The attempt failed and I whimper softly from the sensation of your heat against me. The first touch forced a sharp gasp to escape, having never been touched in such a way. The trailing fingers down my arms, continue their exploration, ending with hard nipples caused my body to sensually dance.

Soft gasps and whimpers become the only sound that fills the room. I could hardly think as the sensations kept going lower, any thought, doubt or fear I had went flying out the same window I entered from. The second I felt heated breathe on my most intimate of places, I knew instantly I wanted….. needed more…

“Yes… Sir….”

The words barely escapes my lips as my body reacts to touch on my feet. One touch guides my foot to the first shackle, my breathe caught my chest as the cold steel forms around my ankle. That lost breathe escapes sharply when the second touch guides my other foot, once more the cold steel forms and sends a shiver dancing up my spine.

The chill forcing my nipples to get harder than I’ve ever felt before… There’s no hiding the excitement growing between my legs, with the spread to your liking and with you being eye level.. I did, for a split second attempt to close my legs from humiliation, only to whimper at the failed attempt….
 
What an adorable shy beauty this gorgeous creature is as she slowly spreads her shapely legs as my hot moist breath baths her sweet coral pink nether lips. The scent of her growing arousal is intoxicating. My fingers move sensually knowingly as I mind her delicate ankles to the spreader bar. How seductively she is as she hangs in her chains, spread-eagled.



“What is you name my shy little beauty?” Again, that rich dark voice caresses her senses. Each breathed word bathes her most intimately.



“Shall we start with a supple rod?” I pick up a split baboo rod, I swing several times. I watch carefully and study her reaction. I let the baboo rod seductively caress her flawless skin.



“Shall we start with your breasts or that heart shaped ass of your miss?”
 
My body is already writhing and excited and this man from the shadows hasn't even started yet. I watch carefully as you pick up the rod, flinching a couple of times from the swats. At the same time, the sound and air that followed increases the excitement between my legs.

"Star... you may call me star ... Sir..."

My heart raced and breathing picked up slightly at the following question. In the back of my mind I'm still questioning why I am here. Yet, It's too late to leave... Even then, I'm not so certain I wish to leave.. The curiosity is growing by the second...

"My.... my ass Sir...Start with my ass ... Please Sir.... I am not comfortable starting with my breast..."

Biting my lip and closing my eyes, anticipating the first bite of the rod...
 
I love the way this gorgeous young creature twists in her bonds. The way her soft eyes are wide with her fear, excitement, and the sweet musky fragrance of her growing arousal. Ah the seductive way that gorgeous young body of hers flinches as the rod cuts the air with a snap.



“What is you name my shy little beauty?”



"Star... you may call me star ... Sir..." her voice is a breathy whisper laced a dark excitement.



“Shall we start with your breasts or that heart shaped ass of your miss?”



"My.... my ass Sir...Start with my ass ... Please Sir.... I am not comfortable starting with my breast..."



“Then we will start with that firm little ass of yours Star…………..” as I spoke my dark voice caressing Star’s senses as I sensually run the split bamboo rod of her the supple flesh of that firm ass.



CRACK with the suddenness of summer lightening the rod licks at Star’s firm little ass.



“Good girls say thank you SIR, may I have another!..........” again that voice that is felt as much as heard caresses Star’s senses. “………….. Shall we say ten of my best for your sweet ass Star.”



CRACK the rood strikes again.
 
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