The Catacombs of the China Pearl

yess.... A soft sensual hiss VT's soft eyes burning with a dark desire.

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There is a hungering need in those eyes even as she strains against her bounds, her eyes half lidded as she is impaled


"Then Kitten will have what she so desires."

My mouth crushes to hers as I slam into the bound beauty. Our kiss dark primal and savage. When my lips finally part from hers little kisses and love bites follow the line of her jaw and the sensual bow of VT's neck. I give her what she had pleaded for and I ride her hard my desire , lust, and pleasure with her shining in my eyes.
 
The scream of pleasure is silenced by his crushing lips as his hips roll into her tremulous body. She is ferocious in her response, hungry for more of what he gives her, savage and bruising.

Her head throws back in her passion as he moves to fill her needs. Her screams fill the room with every pummel he makes into her body, broken by the hissing -yes- that punctuates her cry. Her sex grips, tenses and ripples across his plunging lust, yet its clinging sheath doing little to slow his beautifully violent assault on her body, triggering that exquisite coil of pleasure that rises only from such a rough taking.
 
Her head throws back in her passion. VT arches to the dark pleasure offered and embraces it with wild abandon. That sweet kitten now a hungering little wildcat that will not be denied. Thrusting driving pounding and pummeling her I meet her darkest desires and needs.

VT's throat and bared shoulders bathed in sensual little kisses and tormenting erotic little lover's nips that trail lower explore the construes of her breasts. I glance up my dark eyes meeting hers as I nip at her taunt rosebud nipples.

" Such a naughty little kitten and a pleasing little wildcat. More my sweet ?

My voice taunting her. my eyes telling her, her torment and wild ride has just begun I know I shall not relent till my little kitten begs to rest begs to be filled with my lust for her.
 
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He pounds her body with perfect control as his lips blaze their trail across her throat, shoulders and breasts. She strains against the bounds of the leather cuffs, trying to arch and meet him as much as she can. Then he pauses. The groan of her frustration, savage as she tries to writhe beneath him, her body calling and begging for more.

D-don't stop! More... I want all that you can give... and more!

Her words come in a tumbling growl, demanding, despite the position she's in.
 
"My such a demanding little Kitten."

His voice a dark rich taunting whisper as he slips from her body. A wicked smile bows his lips as he gaze down the length of her sweat shimmering body. With a casual ease he reaches behind him to free her trim little ankles then his hands are around her waist . VT is being picked up turned over her bound arms cross be fore her as her hips are drawn up and the bound beauty's finds herself on her knees her breast pressed to the rough wooden surface of the rack. He is between her thighs a thrust her hot wet fold part as he impales his little wildcat as he claims her.

.......More......

The next thrust drives her body forward even as his hands draw her hips back to him.
 
She groaned with frustration as the tempest of her pleasure withdrew from her body. The restraints that stretched her taut made the yearning all the more unbearable as her head lifted to see what new torment he was conjuring...

...The cuffs on her ankles went slack and even before she realized it, he had flipped her over. The rough wood of the rack pressed against her breasts as he filled her once more, making the purr from her throat break into a moan.

The savage thrust into her craving body drove her forward as his hands pulled her back, the motion drawing her nipples against the rough caress of the wood. The equally savage 'yes' rips through her mouth in a feral growl of pleasure and her head tosses back the beautiful disarray of her black hair as she grinds back against his lust, matching it and surmounting it with her own.
 
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From the very first thrust a low her sexy little purr became a seductive moan. Then a sensual primal growl escaped V T's rip sensual lips. The little wild cat throws her head back and a shimmering shower of black silken hair cascades over her shoulder half hiding her face as she turns to look back over her shoulder at me

Yessssssss

Single word partially purred, partly growled as her dark eyes smolder with a dark lust.

"But of course VT."

WHAP

The scarlet print of my hand emblazoned on the alabaster skin of her firm little ass. Again and again my hand comes down as I pounded into her tight pussy my hand and words encouraging my little wild cat to give all that she has.. Then as her stunning young body sweat soaked body shimmers a seductive shade of gold in the flickering light of the torches that ravishing body nearly spent I demand even more of V T My body hunched over hers, my breath labored, hot and moist washing over the nape of her neck.

"Cum for me Kitten NOW!"
 
He holds her climax in his hands, molding and creating the perfect shade of color on the canvas of her lust. The whirlwind of brutal pleasure wreaked through her in waves, the sting from his hand only adding more fuel to her flames. The light from the torch flickers and dances like the bright source of her energy as wave after wave of his lust feed and demand from her. His moist breath feathers across the nape of her neck, like that of a vampire closing in for his kill, driving his prey to the limits before partaking of her lifeblood.

"Cum for me Kitten NOW!"

She doesn't need to be told twice as the hurricane of sweet pleasure rips through the coil of tension in her loins. Her back arches and her lips open in a silent scream that resonate through her body.
 
She doesn't need to be told twice as the hurricane of sweet pleasure rips through the coil of tension in her loins. Her back arches and her lips open in a silent scream that resonate through her body. One more sharp

CRACK

One more blazon print of his hand, and one more thrust to claim her as his and his seed fills his wanton little kitten, his seductive little wildcat. Again he slips from her , again VT is turned so she lays on her back His hips drive to hers his cock rams into her hot wet pussy his groin grinding against her loins the last of her bound slipped ....free to give her self or free to fight like a wildcat.


What ever VT's decision for now he continues to pound into her his own lust hot and close to being out of control.
 
The crack of his hand that brands her derriere breaks the streamline arch of her body as she comes crashing down, into a tighter notch of pleasure, his seed spilling deep into her body and trailing out as he pulls free from her grasping sex.
She shudders from the loss, only to be filled after he turns her over again. She can feel him pushing her to another release, and surprises even herself that she wants it.

As her hands come free, she brings them eagerly around his neck as her legs pull him to her. She finds her voice once more only to be broken by the slapping of flesh as their hips meet. The crimson crescent of her nails mark his back as he pounds her with vicious ferocity and she responds in kind with her own thrusting plunge.
 
VT's eager embrace, the rake of her claws my little kitten a wildcat as she draws me to her. It is I that am now bound in the silken embrace of her legs and the urgent press of her heels as she draws me deeper into her moist silken need. The sweet musky scent of her arousal, the way she clings to me such a sweet kitten. The wild cat's claws that dig into my flesh demanding, and begging for what she so desperately needs. My mouth claims hers the kiss savage, primal and demanding my body arching and plunging to hers until she screams into our kiss and her body quakes in the sheer joy of her climax.

Spent, exhausted I gather her into my arms. I bath her face and neck in a thousand little kisses , My heart pounding against my chest, in unison with hers. I hold my little wild cat until her racing heart and her labored breathing ease and I see my sweet little kitten resting in my arms.

"You please me so Kitten.
 
Her pounding heart slowly eases as her breath stills... Curling into his arms she purrs as he tells her,
"You please me so Kitten. "


"I'm glad that you are pleased..." Her voice was soft as her hand lifted to his cheek, caressing the contour of his face as if seeing wasn't enough, no, seeing was never enough. For a while they rested, merely in the enjoyment of each others presence, in a place where time had no meaning...

When both their energy had returned, she lifted her head and murmured, almost apologetic...
"We should return? "
 
"We should return? "

His hand tenderly cups her chin as he draws her lips to his. The kiss tender, savage, a haunting reminder of their recent passion.

" Yes kitten.........we must return"

A wicked smile creased his lips.

"But first you must rest so it is up to the inn but we will return here, soon"

His mouth closed over hers as he sweeps his little wild cat into his arms.
 
Down below the little Inn that sets high on the bluff just below the China Point light there lies the catacombs of an ancient fortress forgotten by time. In those 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.
 
Her hand securely held within your own. She was always careful when it came to new places..particularly in places that dark desires would potentially be unleashed. Places where she would be stripped, physically and emotionally, where she would be rendered completely and utterly raw in her needs..and within her desire to please Another.

Entering the catacombs, the long corridors pulling her further under its spell. Hips swayed delicately as she stepped forth, yet..not releasing your hand just yet. She inhaled deeply, her sight capturing all of the "tools" and apparatus within. She nearly allowed the erotic seduction of such a place to cause her to yield, to spill to her knees in absolute reverence.
 
Her hand securely held within your own. She was always careful when it came to new places..particularly in places that dark desires would potentially be unleashed. Places where she would be stripped, physically and emotionally, where she would be rendered completely and utterly raw in her needs..and within her desire to please Another.

Entering the catacombs, the long corridors pulling her further under its spell. Hips swayed delicately as she stepped forth, yet..not releasing your hand just yet. She inhaled deeply, her sight capturing all of the "tools" and apparatus within. She nearly allowed the erotic seduction of such a place to cause her to yield, to spill to her knees in absolute reverence.
 
I can see the reverence with which Spirit beholds the catacombs. Standing behind her now my arms snake around her waist as I draw her back to me..

Chose the device on which you will be tested on which you shall please me Ma Cher.

I pause and let her consider her many choices..

"If your fond of that blouse and skirt you may which to remove them now for if I do it they will be ruined."

I brush the hair from the nape of her neck and my lips brush it in a sensual kiss.


Do you carve the caress and kiss of leather Ma Cher? [/i] my teeth rake across her earlobe.[/i]
 
"I'm not fond of them."

Her words lingered upon the air as they were spoken breathlessly. Leaving her clothing on, yet those two buttons still unfastened, exposing half moons of her soft caramel hued breasts. Tempting ruin, perhaps...

A wicked mew tugged at her lips as your presence behind her enveloped her being, the whispered touch of your kiss in such contradiction to what lay before her. The almond shaped curve of her eyes continued to ride over the choices. The heat that was climbing upon her body was dangerous. Her desires streaking wildly through her being. It was difficult to keep herself under control, yet she was managing by shreds.


"The rack..."

She turned about to face you. Her hands tugging absently at the material of her skirt upon her thighs. Already the clothing was beginning to bother her, feeling absolutely constricting.

"I don't prefer the caress of leather...the striking of leather is delicious...and more pleasing....Sir..."
 
My eyes shine with respect for Spirit's answers her bold honesty pleasing. My hand cups her chin and I draw her lips to mine in a slow sensual kiss.

When our lips part they cling to hers till the last possible moment. the sound of cloth ripping and buttons flying as I rip Spirits blouse from her. her body presses to mine with the force I use to tear her skirt form her. The cold kiss of steel to her warm flesh three flicks of the blade and The black lace bra flutters to the floor. two more flicks of the wrist and Spirit's panties are but a memory.


You my naked beauty may chose the whip, flogger cat or crop you desire to be used Spirit.
 
Her eyes screamed with silent pleas as the strength within your hand cupped her chin. Her head slanted as your lips came down upon her own. The kiss slow, sensual, definitely not indicative of what would happen within moments, nor of the sexual desire that was permeating its way through her body. The ripe twins of her lips moved against your, indulging in the delectable masculinity that spilled from your lips.

Lips clinging as you pulled back, soft kisses pressed upon each of your lips, the upper..and the lower, her tongue daring to tease out to dance against your teeth greedily. It was then she heard the distinct shredding of her clothing. The shirt fluttering from her body, buttons pinging within the air. Her head dropped to see your handiwork, to view the shreds that would remain behind. A low growl was ripped from her lips just as the skirt was..sending her body jerking forth against your chest. Her hands coming up quickly, palms molding upon your chest, fingernails arching as they sought to imbed themselves into the small points of masculine nipples. Yet it only lasted a moment as that blade lifted, easily plucking the lace bra from her chest, allowing the heavy curve of full tits to pour forth. Again, the hoarse growl poured free, nipples springing, thickened and so incredibly tender. She had it in her mind to tempt you with that blade. The urge to feel it trailing upon her skin, to feel the the potential threat to mark the flawless satin of her flesh. Her mind rolling as she considered such behaviours, such extreme pleasure. Her panties were cut away, revealing the shorn flesh of her mound, swollen nether lips. Her body primed and ready for you...


"The cat..."
 
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She is magnificent a raven haired beauty in the full flush of her naked perfection and yet even as her cheeks are kissed with a crimson blush I can see that dark smoldering fire in those emerald eyes.. Her voice dark husky and sensually seductive as she whispers

The Cat


" Bring it to me Spirit and then I shall let you glory in it's stinging kiss as it greedily laps at your stunning young body."

I am not content to have this dusky angle a mere passive entity but rather a will and sensual participant as she embraces the dark pleasures that call to her.
 
Her breathing was partly stunted as you provided her with direction. Eyes focused upon the offering of your "tools" as she walked forth. Even without the heels, her body swayed from side to side, legs splitting easily, each foot in front of the other. Her gait was slow and steady, an erotic glide of those hourglass curves. A single hand rested upon the luscious curve of a single hip as she spotted what she desired to feel this evening. Slender arms lifting, hands grasping the black leather Cat O Nine whip. The handle was thickly woven, possessing no wear and tear and kept in exceptional condition. Inhaling deeply, the scent of leather assaulted her senses, sending a streak of heat to rush through her body and pool low within her womb. Each of the braided lengths gleamed darkly in the dimmed light within the space, her thoughts rolled as she found herself tingling in sure anticipation of what the cat would do once within your hands. And she turned about to make her way back to you.

She held the cat forth in the tender expanse of her palms as she came to her knees. Thighs parted allowing for the sweet, cool kiss of the air upon her swollen cunt lips. Her eyes flirted upwards, excitement, fear, lust all clashed within the depths of those emeralds. She remained still as she made the simplest of offerings, deferring to Your dominance upon her in this moment. Allowing You the implement of her choice to display such upon the sacrifice of her body for the mutual gain of erotic pleasure.
 
Fluid, sensual, seductive, this creature of beauty obeys the command she has been given her fingers lovingly caress the braided leather of the cat. she lifts it with a reverence that speaks of her darker passions. My eyes shine with pleasure as she gracefully sinks to her knees the cat offered up, her supple young body open vulnerable, and a dark fire burning in the depths of her smoldering emerald eyes.

I hold Spirit's gaze as I take the cat-of-nine-tails from her hands. I see excitement, fear, and lust flash in their clear depths but above all there is trust. I give the cat a little shake with the flick of my wrist the supple leather tails shimmer as if they where alive as if they hungered to caress to taste Spirits silken skin. Slowly I circle the raven haired beauty drape the cat over her shoulder, those sinuous tongues caress her soft supple skin cascade down over her firm young breasts one clings to the girls taunt nipple before it falls to her parted thighs.

A flick of my wrist, the silence of the dungeon split with the sharp crack of the cat as those firry tongues curl around Spirit's stunning young body to lick at her breast and nipples. Again the crack of the cat and those firry tongues lace out to lick at the kneeling beauty's pale inner thighs and her hot moist little pussy. Again and again the crack of the cat and those firry tongues licking sting, caressing Spirit's ravishing young body only her angelic face is spared her soft supple skin decorated with a fine crimson lattice work where the cat 's tongues have lovingly kissed the young Miss.
 
Fluid, sensual, seductive, this creature of beauty obeys the command she has been given her fingers lovingly caress the braided leather of the cat. she lifts it with a reverence that speaks of her darker passions. My eyes shine with pleasure as she gracefully sinks to her knees the cat offered up, her supple young body open vulnerable, and a dark fire burning in the depths of her smoldering emerald eyes.

I hold Spirit's gaze as I take the cat-of-nine-tails from her hands. I see excitement, fear, and lust flash in their clear depths but above all there is trust. I give the cat a little shake with the flick of my wrist the supple leather tails shimmer as if they where alive as if they hungered to caress to taste Spirits silken skin. Slowly I circle the raven haired beauty drape the cat over her shoulder, those sinuous tongues caress her soft supple skin cascade down over her firm young breasts one clings to the girls taunt nipple before it falls to her parted thighs.

A flick of my wrist, the silence of the dungeon split with the sharp crack of the cat as those firry tongues curl around Spirit's stunning young body to lick at her breast and nipples. Again the crack of the cat and those firry tongues lace out to lick at the kneeling beauty's pale inner thighs and her hot moist little pussy. Again and again the crack of the cat and those firry tongues licking sting, caressing Spirit's ravishing young body only her angelic face is spared her soft supple skin decorated with a fine crimson lattice work where the cat 's tongues have lovingly kissed the young Miss.
Her eyes were captured by the assessment of your own gaze. She kept her attention rapt, focused entirely upon you.. even as the cat was taken from the offering of her palms, her eyes never flickered to the tool, yet those green seemed held in some sort of hypnosis as she watched you silently.

Though quiet, her body was completely at contrast with such emotions. She was becoming undone inside. You were methodically unraveling the sanity that held her together. Inside she was bound by silken slips of thread. Her heart pounded fiercely, knocking louder within her chest. She breathed deeply, trying not to pant, not wanting to hyperventilate. And then You moved. Stepping around her kneeling body as you flicked the cat, those torturous braided ends coming close enough to make her cry out for more. She drew completely still as the leather draped upon the curve of a bare shoulder. Her head turned before you would take the tool from her touch. Her lips were posed to brush a devoted kiss upon the cat. She wanted to express her complete devotion to whatever the Cat..whatever You had in store for her body.

The flick of your wrist was imperceptible to her, and she simply felt the sizzling fire of the cat. She didn't scream, she held that sound back. Though the scream didn't break, the heated claw of the cat was met soft cries and heated groans. And now...she was here, waiting patiently for You to reign over her and cast her into the spill pleasure with your skill.

Her nipples sprang to life as the leathers of that cat quickly bit them. She hissed, the sound vibrating through her body as she reached forth..grasping for whatever she can to steady herself upon her knees. She was quivering uncontrollably as those blazing streaks continued to snag her flesh. Over and over again, you laid into her with the cat, the tongues searing a path over her entire being. And she lavished in the attention, despite the fact the the pain poured over her, streaking relentlessly through her luscious body. She thought for a moment that you would give her a break. Should she beg for one? Should she cry for mercy? Neither...she would continued to suffer wonderfully beneath your assault.

Her questions trailed off as she began to cry. Her tears were just a measure of release for her. The cat was unquestioned in its strength and now the finesse in which you handled yourself as you purposefully marked her body. In this moment..within these catacombs she was solely yours.

Her head rolled as your hand, arm were used to issue the crimson lattice work upon her skin. Her cries did finally come after sometime, when she felt as if you were etching fire into her flesh. Creamy skin beautifully marked, gleaming brilliantly with crimson, and sleek with the kiss of her sweat. There were welts that were swollen and steadily spreading. There were fractions of her flesh that had been opened up, dotted with the touch of her blood. There were bruises that were deep red, and would begin to discolor soon.

She was unable to remain still as her hip gyrated, ass rocking as if she were riding a cock while you tore into her body with the wicked cat. Her head dropped forth, her hair raining downwards to pool upon the floor as she cried out in stuttered screams..

Oh..Godddd...Pleaseeeee....YEsssssssssss...FUCKkkkkkkk...please give me more..pleaseeeeeee......
 
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I marvel, seldom have I seen a stunning young beauty that so loved the stinging kiss of leather. I am awed at how Spirit arches to the cat's firry tongues offering her body up in silent adoration. Her tears trickle down her flawless cheeks, her breathe comes in little sensual gasps as she gives herself to her Lover, to the Cat. Her stunning young body shimmering a fine sheen of sweat glistening in golden hues from the flickering torch light. Like a young acolyte she falls prostrate at my feet her plaintive cry tears at my heart.

Oh..Godddd...Pleaseeeee....YEsssssssssss...FUCKkkkkkkk...please give me more..pleaseeeeeee......

My arm aches from the loving attention I have bleesed Spirit with. I know she is close to climax and yet she is also nearly spent and exhausted. I dip to one knee lift her chin till her shimmering emerald eyes meet mine. I brush the sweat matted hair from her angelic face.

Are you sure Ma Cher?
 
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