The New Maid

[Swashbuckler]

Rodchester

Her eyes were fixed upon me as I emerged into the candle lit shadows of the cold flagstone room. The black folds of the floorlength silk cloak enveloping me completely. Only my head remained, looming in my eyes set as cold as steel upon her as I slowly crossed the chamber. I paused half way across the floor and slowly observed her tussed up helpless upon the cross, "john, bring one of those candles here," I said with hollow softness. john bowed his head and promptly fletched me a thick tallow candle, its flame fluttering like a frightened bird as he offered it to me.

With a valiant shrug the cloak errupted from my shoulders revealing my powerful undraped chest. My unsheathed lust jutted fully towards the tethered pigeon, like the finger of death, reaching across the dim expanse of the room. I inspected the simmering pool of wax huddling about the wick, not unlike the disheveled masses of Whitechaple worshipping the phallus of a few pence. My lip curled into a wicked half smile at the irony.

Stepping forward boldly until I was so close I could feel the heat of josette's sweet body over my burning skin. "Now," I whispered slowly, "let us cast light upon shadow shall we, my pet?" I ask softly as I tip the candle before her eyes. The flame errupting and flickering beofre her pupils as streams of molten liquid fall across her exposed breasts.

Ignoring the gasp from her lips I set the candle aside and turn to slowly pull out a long bladed knife. Turning again to face her, my eyes locked upon hers, oblivious to the motions of my hands. The empty, heavy air of the room filled witht he dischord of ripping cloth as the rags of her uniform are filleted from her flesh. The chill steel gliding across her soft skin, delicate to not break such wonderous flesh so easily.

Stepping back and inspecting the revealed flesh, as I lay the blade softly upon an instrument table. Inspecting the wonderful splash of colored wax on her pale flesh, a frozen drip perfectly suspended from an errect nipple.

"josette," I whisper, "tsk, tsk, this will never do." stepping close to her again, the head of my cock brushing between her splayed thighs. "Now, what is it that you do for old Dr. Whigham that you would not do for me?" I ask as I pick up the candle to trickle a dollop or two over her belly, crimson wax flowing across her beautiful mound, the liquid heat seeking her clit in futile cascades. "Does he intrigue you so much?" I ask softly. Then suddenly bringing the flame close to her eyes, one hand ensnaring a fist of hair as my cock slides daringly across her slit, "You are dangerously close to making me jealous, josette! Perhaps I should invite the good Dr. down here to enjoy your ass more fully!" I hiss into her face as my body crushes against hers.

 

[Ysandre]

josette

Eyes stuk on his body, trying to lower them as He came close only brought on more of a blush as His shaft was made visible. Feeling the wax drip sending heat thru my breasts. I couldn't hide my hardening nipples.
The knife flashed in the candlelight, the sound of cut fabric freeing up my body nearly echoed off the walls. I turned my head in horror, my toungue involuntarily shot out to lick my lips. The knife glided as glass over my skin and thoughts went deep. A wrong breath, a held pant, a missed heartbeat, I couldn't stand it. Opening my eyes I watched the blade trace my skin. Something in my head snapped and I was freed. My body relaxed, secure in their bonds. My head relaxed, why should I care? My breath gave, my body shivered and it was over. Echoing in my head is a sound. He owns me, as commonly as His hunting dog. He can filet me at any time. Yet He didn't.
The sound of His voice. The feel of His skin so close snapped my attention back. Suddenly looking up from His shaft to His eyes. Stammering quickly in a broken voice.
Surely as You show me now and always have, there is nothing my ass, or anything else of my body that Old Whigham would have anything other than sight of You would not have.

Gasping at the heat of the candle, feeling it more than seeing it travel to my garden. Sighing out.
No..he intrigues me not.. it's I that intrigue him only because of Your keen fashion sense.

His hand in my hair, the fire in his eyes, His body crushing mine. His hiss startling me into instant response. It felt as if it were a distant whisper, yet it was my own mouth that uttered the strangest sounds.
Sir, if You would wish to pass me around like a common toy about your Gentleman's club, it will be all I can do to honor You by showing them the prize flesh You own fully. What concern is it of a slave what's done? Take me, fuck me, filet me, Your will is mine.
lowering my eyes in a flush, in love with a madman.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Rodchester

I listened contently to her solilioquy of submission to my will, yet still refusing to reveal what had caused my neighbor to invade the sanctuary of my home with his unwanted prescence. josette, was, on this point still stubbornly coy. Though there was a wisdom to her actions. She was hiding something from me, obscuring it from my eyes with her feigned complicity to my will. This intrigued me.

"john," I said quietly as I released her hair from my fist, "there is something here that is not fully seen." Without taking my eyes from her lowered lashes I slowly released her wrists from the cross, then knelt before her to free her ankles from thier moorings. I could smell her scent mingled with cooling wax as I worked. Finishing my task, I ran a finger up the inside of her leg from ankle to enterance as I stood.

Coming to full hieght I allowed myself a quick pinch at her pleasure bud before speaking. "josette, my pet," I said as I twisted and released her clit harshly, "you have stirred my curiousity. As such, you have made me determined to know why you have intrigued my neighbor so. You will find that when I am inrigued I can become very determined in finding out the truth." With that I seized a wax covered nipple in a vicelike pinch of finger and thumb as I drug her roughly from the cross. Pulling her quickly to another of the furnishings of my little chamber.

Roughly shoving her into a roughhewn large chair, more like a throne without the trappings of finery. It was overly large and set high. As josette fell hard into the depths of the chair, the slanting seat lifting her legs apropriately high. I spread her ankles wide opening her sex at the edge of the rough wood seat to the room. Slamming each ankle in turn into the fitted iron manacles, locking her sweet legs into an apropriate position. Then seizing both her wrsist and holding them aloft to fit into the loose swinging chains from above. Lastly I secured the cruely biting straps of leather to hold her torso fast, with the leather 'X' crossing her heart and pronouncing her breasts fully. I cranked the winch until her arms were stretched hard by the chains over her head. Siezing ehr chin roughly I pull her eyes to mine, "Now, my slut, you will see how I ask questions." With that I drop her chin, pointing with one finger to her openly displayed womb I snap my fingers with the other.

John instantly rushes to her gaping sex and kneels before her, waiting my orders. Gently peeling John's shirt from his back with daintly fingers I speak in sugarcoated tones, absently, "I intend to discover why that old fool invaded my home with such accusations. Since josette seems resistant to provide answers under duress of herself, we shall now see how she reacts to the threat upon one who is pleasing her." Pausing to reach for a coiled scourge from the wall rack, letting it unroll and fall loosely upon the stone floor. "Let us begin, john.."

With that john pressed his tongue to her revealed sex just as the air split as the whip sailed from my wrist to his back with a harsh crash upon his flesh.

 

[Ysandre]

Sensations taking over my body as I find myself in the chair manacled, strung and arched for Your pleasure. John instantly between my thighs. CRACK Horror strikes me, shaking my head as much as i can, wanting to scream out, hearing only the barest whisper escape my lips.
No.... oohh pleeassee nnoooo

Tears stream down my face. CRACK. his back enflames, his mouth drives sensations thru my body. The void in the pit of my stomach opens and a deep shiver encompasses me. Giving my body to his mouth. CRACK. he licks more deeply. CRACK he nearly bites my clit. My own breath ragged. CRACK. his back is reddened completely, my mind reels. his teeth press as his toungue dives. My body involuntarily arching to him. CRACK. Welts raise on his back as he pushes into me more. Moaning out in pleasure screaming.
YES!! Ooooo PLlleeaassee Aggaain... HIT HIM!!

Forcing my hips to his mouth driving my body to his toungue, arching to his lips, eyes alight with fire, staring at the whip waiting wanting, wiggling against him. Eyes moving to yours with a familiar bloodlust in them moaning out in the pain of need.
Pplllleeeeeaaasssseeeee

 

[Swashbuckler]

Rodchester

josette's greedy pleas stop my arm at the hieght of full swing, the tail drips with a lazy flop to the floor between john's legs, "Stop pleasing her!" I bark, john's head instantly pulls back from her well greased engine. My cold gaze devouring her displayed beauty as she flexes in her restraints. Body and soul drug by her lust in pursuit of his pleasing lips. her face contorting in frustration of denial at the peak, no more crueler a blow could I have struck to her. her eyes beging and pleading, sparkling like diamonds of blodlust. What a picture of torment in those pleading pools.

"I think not josette," I say with no more emotion than a lump of coal. "You see, my pet, you still have not answered the question asked," I add as I turn my back to them. john's panting painful breathes washing hot over her exposure, his lips hovering waiting for instruction. her scent rising in an aromatic plea for mercy to her tormented core, filling the room with her desire.

Slowly coiling up the lash, its heavy leather end scraping over the stones, I ask again, "So my dear, why was my home invaded by tat most annoying man? Why was my sanctuary disturbed?" Spinning round to look her square in the face with eyes blazing of hellfire, "It would seem you have a level of need that must be adressed, my pet. If I am not satisfied in my curiosity soon, it may never be addressed, my all too eager, slut!"

Keeping the lock on her eyes I grab john by the strands of his scapl and pull him away from her with a clenched fist. The stripes on his back rippling in the dim light as his neck and back is forced to follow his head as I pull him from between her thighs, to kneel at my feet. Even his hot breath now denied to her heated, spilling opening. "That need will never be addressed until I am satisfied," I hiss looking down at john, "will it john?" I ask in a coo. "N-no, Sir,"john manages to rasp out between sex sweated lips, his eyes closing in knowing knowledge of the truth of my words.

 

[Ysandre]

Ripped from the heighths of passion, eyes suddenly wide open. Your words coming like an anvil on my body. The pit of my stomach alight with fire, and passion. Struggling in the restraints for a moment, body realizing i'm secure. Your eyes glare at mine with a fire i've never experienced. Your voice cold as shivers along my spine. Heart jumping as i'm still a pet. Sudden horror takes over my face and body, then need.
John torn back, neck bare, throat open to my eyes, breath quickening, body yearning, trying to scoot ever closer to the end of the chair. His back so enflamed even i see it in the dim light, licking my lips. Passion and need overtaking my mind. Feeling the fire build, never has anyone commanded so much power around me.
Eyes alight with a new hellfire, body strains against the restraints, gazing into your eyes with wildfire lust, and screaming out like a banshee.
I STOLE HIS PAPER BECAUSE I THREW YOURS IN THE RUBBISH AND IT'S GONE ALREADY!!!!!!!!!!!!

Shivering violently as a powerful orgasm overtakes my body, wracking my breath, waves of ecstacy take my face, closing my eyes and laying back. Shuddering violently, wailing almost silently, releasing everything to passion. Passing out at a last shiver.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Rodchester

Rubbing my chin in thought with the handle of the lash, as josette passes out; wracked by windsheer of new hieghts of lust. Interesing that she would take such lengths ver something as simple as a paper. Perhaps, my prescence has a greater affect on her already than I had imagined. This thought brought a cold smile across my lips.

Tapping the handle of the lash three times softly on john's shoulder, "Take her to her room. Bind her. Tie her. Make her ready, but let the tart sleep..., she will need it," I order softly as I turn and ascend the stairs to my own chambers tappign the coiled lash against my thigh at every stair.

 

[Ysandre]

Fuzzy feelings of floating came to me, try as i might to open my eyes I was just too tired, the sensations of floating and being laid down on softness. I struggled to push up against my arms, and a soft gentle voice told me to "Stop... hush" a gentle hand pushed me back, and I didn't have the strength to fight it.
Sleep overtook me and deeply it drank of me. I don't know how long I slept. I woke up in a haze.
First the sensations of soft rope holding my wrists, I wasn't able to put my hands down, they were tied above me still. I tried to move my leggs slowly, they felt heavy and my ankles had the same soft rope around them. . Slowly I openend my eyes, the room was dark and there was a man standing over me.
At first i wanted to scream, the dark cape, the top hat, those peircing blue eyes. The scream caught in my throat. Those eyes, it was Master. Tears came to my eyes, and i thought i was going to be set free.
He opened his cloak and it brushed near me on the bed. His hard thick shaft appeared to my eyes. Body tightening in the bonds, eyes trying to look up to His, almost pleadingly, questioningly, not daring to ask.. whhhyyyy?

 

[Swashbuckler]

Rodchester

I was not sure how long I stood before josette's bound beauty while she slept. THough I was certain it was quite long enough, by the time her eyes fluttered open then bursting wide as I part the shadowy folds of the cape. Allowing only a glimpse of my bare chest beneath it, only enough width in the part for my rigid flesh to lurch forward in search of her lips.

Setting the small black bag upon the night table, clicking the twin silver nubs of the clasp open adn pulling out the scalpel, its silvery steel gleaming brightly before her eyes in the moonlight that washes her naked flesh before me.

her lips part slightly, to terrorifed for speach as I let the steel lay flat agaisnt her inner thigh. Enjoying its slow creep under my eye up her silk smooth leg. Looking josete full in the face, savoring her curious fire, "Kiss my cock, josette, kiss it for luck," I add cruely grinning into her eyes. "For you should hope me the greatest of luck, should I be succesful, I shall reward you," pausing my voice and the tip of the scalpel near the nexus of her thighs, pressing it flat to her flesh to drive home my next point. "Should I be unsuccesful, you shall be punished." With my final threat still clinging to my lips I press my hips froward, the head of my rigid cock pressing her soft lips harshly with its throbbing heat.
Just as My cock touches her lips, demanding her kiss, her worship; the dangerously cool steel of the blade, in the hands of a master surgeon, delicately parting her folds, opening her honey filled cavern to the thin steel. Pressing forward slightly, the razor tip just inserting itself into that well of earthly desires, gathering a dollop of her succulence onto the steel as it gingerly passes its sharpness over her inner walls, not breaking the delicate iner skin of her organ, but sending its chill lightningbolts through her soul as it raps on her gates.

josette's lips absorbing my engorged head, kissing it fully as her body is opened with steel. her nervous tongue darting to savor the rigid flavor. With one motion, I withdraw both the phallae from both of her lips. Whipping around, the darkness of my cloak swirling behind me as I turn. Pausing to look over my shoulder at her, shifting my shoulder so the cape reveals more of my profile, my cock hot from her lips in the moonlight, my hand tighly hovering the dew covered scalpel over its head and twinkling in the darkness. A half smile breaks my lips as I use the scalpel like an artist oil knife on canvas, painting the length of my cock with josette's paints.

With that I drop the scalpel into the bag, snapping it closed as I snatch it from the night table. Holding my cloak tight I storm from her room, the tail of my cloak billowing over the floor as the door slams tight in my wake. Leaving her tethered in the moonlight, leaking; but unbloodied.

 

[Ysandre]

Overshadowed by the powerful form of Master, my heart racing and my scream caught in my throat. His words were softspoken and carried as much weight as a full yelled command.
Taking the head in my lips. Sucking as much as I could. Lips tightening at the site of the scapel. Trying desparately not to squirm, and yet every nerve rying out to struggle. Feeling the smooth cool steel at my nether lips. Tightening my lips even more, sucking faster, pushing deeper against You. Mind reeling with the thoughts of good luck and thoughts of punishment. Sucking and pushing faster to You, showing You how much i want to please.
As suddenly as it began he was ripped from my mouth. Seeing the scalpel glistening in the lowe light. Watching, licking my lips involuntarily as he covered his shaft. The soft sound as the scalpel fell in the bag nearly ehoed off the walls. The swish of his cape as he left aused a breeze across my body, and then I was alone.
Laying perfectly still, I stared at the door in the dark, nearly holding my breath. Some small part of me expecting to have him burst in again. Slowly the realizationthat he's not coming back sinks in. I moved my leggs, they felt as tho they were tied, but not to the bed, more to each other, like hobbles. And my wrists were together, a rope ran up to the headboard.
Letting my head soak in everything, the sights of john, the feeling of the chair. His powerful form in the cape. Mulling around on random courses. Rolling over onto my stomach I first sat up and checked under my pillow. It was still there. Breathing a sigh of relief, I pulled the pen out as best I could. Rifling past newspaper clippings, and careful not to tear the articles. Opening the book to the next empty page, sighing out and writing in as best I could fingers fumbling into each other.


I came here to be close, with that last one, I knew I was. I think I am too close. Tomorrow I hope there's another article, not only for my imagination for it no longer needs feeding. Now I hope for my own sake.

Dropping the pen suddenly hearing it softly land on the carpet below. Reaching down and finding the ropes won't let me. Just a few inches away, biting my toungue and stretching my fingers as far as they can go, not quite. Slamming the book closed and putting it under my mattress quickly. Reaching in vain a few more times for the pen. Laying back in bed, sighing in desparation and crying. Shivering and shuddering and crying myself to sleep filled with nightmares of punishments to come. And pleasures that silky steel could bring I've only dreamed of before.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Rodchester

Flushed with success of the evnening I burst through the door of josette's chambers, throbbing with enthusiasm for her. My cloak billowing behind me I toss the small black bag on the chair near ehr bed as I slide upon the sheets of her bed. Trying not to stir her just yet.

My eye catches a glint of somethign on the floor, a pen? Reaching over josette, my weight shifting over her as my cloak covers us both, I reach down and pluck the pen from the carpet. Rising up and reguarding the pen curiously, my eyes narrowing in the darkness at the realisation that she been allowed the posessions of her former life within the walls of my house. My enthusiasm rushing to rage at the betrayl within my walls. My fingers tightening around the shaft of the pen into a fist. As I sit up on the bed next to her.

"josette!" I bark into her ear, jarring her into consciousness. "What, pray tell, is this little bauble, my pet?"

 

[Ysandre]

Opening my eyes slowly. Mind clearing enough to realize I'm still bound. His powerful voice in my ears. The sight of silver in the air. I gasp and sit up suddenly, slamming into His powerful shoulder and then jarring awake. Looking at the silver gilt pen before me. His voice hars as he asks again
Sir! I.. i.... i
Dropping my head, stammering out in a sigh
It's a pen....
Letting my hair fall in front of my face my cheeks enflaming with color
Its' a silver gilt pen taken from fairy fay.
Tears rolling down my cheeks
It goes with a notebook taken from annie millwood.
Reaching under my pillow, tears flowing, voice sobbing. Pulling out the journal and holding it to my heart
Tied with a ribbon taken from Ada wilsons hair.
Handing my tribute, the hidden secrets of my desires all contained in the journal out to you
Holding a pair of Emma smith's gloves and a picture of Martha tabrum.
Looking up at you with tear stained frightened loving eyes.
So long have I waited and wished and wanted to be in Your power, at Your mercy to the whim of Your hands. I've dreamed of the feel of your silver. Now that i'm here, so near as to feel Your breath on my skin, I'm so scared I can't even scream.
Am I going to die?

 

[Swashbuckler]

Rodchester

I was staring in silence for a moment, at the pen pressed tightly between two fingers before my eyes. Yet, my gaze was truely locked for those eternal seconds on the bowed, hair obscured face before me, bound on the bed. The pen began to twist slowly in my grasp as if on its own as my eyes burned through her hair.

My brain was ablaze with interests and questions, a myriad of queries. Yet, it seemed my answer was clutched between my finger and thumb. I was dumbfounded for one instance, then my will snapped back to the fore immiediately. I snapped my hand and the pen dropped from finger adn thumb into a tightly woven grip of steel in my fist. My other hand siezed josette's hiar with the other. Jerking her head back hard, I dove onto the bed between her legs. Thrusting her pen a hair's breath from her nose I began to snarl into her gasp as my cloak billowed about us both like a sable shroud on the winds of doom, "So, josette," I hissed. "Tell me my sweet, does this simple quill satisfy the whole left in your soul? Does it fight back the cravign your flesh begs and pleads for in the darkest nights?" Simply dropping the pen, letting it tumble off the forced jutting of her breasts to the folds of the bed .

Still holding her hair bound in my grasp as painfully as possible, I asked another question, with a lightning stike into my cloak I brought it out, let it gleam before her eyes in the thin streak of predawn light filtering through the window. "Since you collect baubles, my little sneaking bitch, perhaps this is somethign you would prefer to clutch too in the night. Wouldn'tyou prefer...," I let my voice trail off as I laid the flat of the long bladeagaisnt her perfectly pale cheek, "Wouldn't you prefer my pet, that touch of darkness?" I asked as I let the blade flow itself down her face slowly, curving under her chin, gliding down the thrust smoothness of her perfect throat, "Wouldn't my pet prefer the caress of steel, that touch, that feel, that..., the chill embrace of hell itself?" I hissed into her face as the razor edge of the blade dented the skin of her delicate neck as I stared into her eyes and licked my lips.

My eyes narrowed to the edge of a steely blade and stared, wondering what her eyes were saying as her rapid heartbeat beat like a ram against the walls of her skin, held fast only by the barring of my knife. Wondering what secrets she held from my gaze. I wondered if her body could feel the heat of my throbbign member pressed as tightly to her inner thigh as the razor's blade covering her pulse. My nostrils flared as I inhaled, savoring her rising scents...

 

[Ysandre]

Caught suddenly in His grasp, gasping out hard and feeling the pain rush to my head, the smell of ink overwhelming, almost not daring to open my eyes. His voice in myears, my head, forcing my brain to react. Gasping a soft sob escapes my lips. Fear overtakes my eyes as I meet the intensity of His gaze. The flash of silver in the light paled and I cried out when it hit my breasts, more in fear. I dared not move, but my breath quickened. The pit of my stomach felt alive and the heat from his body so close to my skin maddening.
The movement of a black wave around us, setting us alone in a dark sea brought terror, but then the flash of steel made me want to scream. I opened my mouth I tried to shake my head, my eyes clouded over in tears, then it touched me.
The cool of the steel against my flaming cheek, the silver of the light flashing in my eyes, the gentleness in his hand as it laid against my skin. Something in me opened. Every nerve was alive, every sense was overwhelmed, I dared not breath and could not help it. Feverwash came over my skin. His voice was, echoed, soft. My heart raced as the coolness descended my face.
The sharp edge alighting my body, my eyes narrowing in response to His. Gazing into the pools of knowledge hearing only echoes and loosing myself to the feel of His command. His body so close, His steel right there, His hands so strong on me, His lips so close I could lick them. My eyes glazing red, my body radiating, a hushed tone takes over my voice, lustfully I purr out.

Show me it all Master

 

[Swashbuckler]

Rodchester

I felt her purr as much as I heard her beg for it. Driving my instincts. At once the bed shook noisily and my cape blew in the stagnant air. My fingers squeezed tighter over her fevered pulse. The dagger tip shot away from her chin and flashed high above her face. Then I stabbed.

With all my strength, I felt the heat of the liquid bath on my skin from her body. My cock ran her through to the hilt. The blade screamed through the air and burried itself into the pillow nest to her left cheek. her face became covered with a snow of down as I stabbed again and again. My cock plunging into her body, the blade crosing from either side of her face, murdering the bedding around her face.

Cape billowing, cock rampaging, knife stabbing, figners tightening, slashing impaling... Perfection of animalistic orgy adn destruction...

 

[Ysandre]

A sea of black, His hand around my throat tightening, tears coming to my eyes. A flash of silver floods my sight and is gone. The sound of ripping fabric echoing in my ears. Every nerve alive and my body nearly flooding on impact of His hips.
Crying out, arching and tensing, body gripping tighter with every thrust. Down and fabric filling my nose, gasping and moaning in pleasure at every thrust. Giving to every wave, wrapping my arms around Him. Surrounding Him with my leggs, arching grinding, crying out incoherently in ecstacy. Riding His driving thrusts thru. His body commanding my own.
Breath quickening to gasps and sobs, passion overwhelming, shaking violently and screaming my entire body tightening the sound of ripping fabric comes to His ears as my nails run down His back ripping His cape, and His shir leaving only the hint of a red scratch on His skin. Releasing to His animalistic lust in a powerful orgasm.
OOooooaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Panting and moving with His powerful thrusts, closing my eyes, arching to His body. Basking in afterglow and tightening around Him. The smell of down and feel of heat the sound of fabric and the flash of steel only echoes. His body my only world.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Rodchester

As my cock pressed deep into her womb painting it with my release, I crushed her lips to mine and sliced through the hobble with the blade. Breaking our kiss as I rose up sharply over her trembling body, I seized ehr wrist with an iron taloned grasped and thrust the hilt of the dagger into her opened palm, "Come," I whispered in a pant of release and predator instinct, "come, my pet. Let us see if you have as much mettle as passion." Pulling her gently to her feet from the bed, I kissed at her ear in the fiantest of whispers, "Its your turn to hunt..."