Sand's Castle

[MaskofSand]

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Welcome to Sand's Castle.

There are many floors to this place; each full of a character and style all their own.

And each room is a place for those with desires, be they innocent and sweet, or dark and devious.

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The 4 bedrooms all hold a similar theme, though varying in colors.

The main hall houses numerous couches and chairs, tables and candelabras, a collection of worldly drinks and other decadences against the left wall. The right houses a library of books, set to the ceiling with leatherbound editions. At the far wall, centered between two stands with locked doors, rests a particular chair...

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...The chair for He Who Knows Me, to visit as he pleases.

Beyond that is the staircases, one that goes up, another down. To the upper floors is the bedrooms and overviewing platforms, to the lower is a place that only a few dare tread. A place for devious minds and dark secrets; the dungeon housing many devices and instruments. Down there also resides another chair, made especially for him; one of bound girls, their nude bodies bending and molding to hold his form, aching for his touch and reclining pose. A chair for public eye up top, a chair for personal enjoyment below.

(I confess to stealing his second chair quite often. The girls may bite and scratch at the intrusion, knowing I shouldn't be there, but I can't help it!)



But keep in mind, it's all a castle of sand.
It could wash away like a dream in an instant.

Live in the moment.​

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

The Pimp is Here.

*Standing for a long moment, in the grand entryway a long, high whistle of appreciation. Truly a palace fit for a pimp. I stride slowly toward the bar, fingers tapping over bottles of “Top Shelf” liquor before settling on a gold plated bottle of Louis XIII and pulling it from the shelf. From under the bar I produce a chalice adorned in glistening leaf of gold, platinum and precious stones. The overall hue of the glass is deep, ruby red and gold, matching the color scheme of the room around me. I fill up the glass with the brown liquor, if I were paying for it, the liquid itself would easily exceed five-thousand dollars. Instead I am merely entitled, it is mine because I desire it and the castle is borne of desires. Mine being near the top of the list.*

Nice place, if only there were more bodies to fill it.

*I wander slowly from behind the bar, across the immaculate, imported rug over to My chair, settling in. I try to make myself comfortable, though chairs that look as beautiful as this one seldom are. Eventually I settle, crossing one leg over the other to show off my tan and ruby Perry Ellis shoe that matches the gold and crimson suit I wear up top.*

*As I sip my drink, I stare out the window from behind my mirrored aviator sunglasses. Appreciating the view. Only one thing missing...*

I wonder if Sandy is home...

*I glance over my shoulder at the “down” staircase.*

 

[MaskofSand]

*rushing back up the stone steps, one hand rubbing against my backside as I reach the top, pouting while staring back down*

I simply wanted to fix my shoe, you evil things! There was no need for biting! Especially THERE!

*still rubbing the tendered flesh beneath my thin blue linen dress, I start back out for the main hall, intentions of fresh ice to soothe the bitemarks of unwelcoming "furnishings". The taking of the chair had actually been for far other reasons than a loose strap on her heels, but what did that really matter? It wasn't as if she were disturbing anything.*

Need to learn to share, that's what they n-

*My eyes widen as I realize another chair is occupied. His chair. By him.*

Oh.

*How long has he been there? Did he hear all that? Smiling sweetly, I move to the bar, trying to find something to soothe without raising curiosities.*

I was just. Cleaning.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

...Cleaning, Hm?

*I say casually, inwardly pleased to no longer be king of an empty castle. I sip my drink slowly as she fetches some ice for her injuries. I let the silence linger, letting it settle on surfaces and shoulders, making everything seem darkly heavy and tough to move through.*

You know as well as “it” does that you have no business in that chair. You own this whole castle yet you covet the few fixtures that are mine.

Silly Ho.

*A snap of my strong fingers and a point to the spot of carpet at my feet beckons her near.*

Let me get a look at what it did.

 

[MaskofSand]

*Snatching up a few pieces of ice, wrapping them in a towel and rubbing them over the sore spot as I glance over at him. He doesn't believe me... A little frown slips over my lips as I look back to the floor, dropping the towel back onto the stand. It's too quiet. I can actually hear him swallowing his drink, the light tap of the cup against his armrest. When he finally speaks again, I close my eyes.*

*He knows. Damn it. That stupid chair needs a muzzle.*

*As he calls me over, I settle onto the floor in front of him, a still apologetic look and guilty frown on my face before turning around, lifting the back of my dress over my hips and letting him a better view of the teethmarks on my left cheek, the thin strip of black riding between it and the right as I stoop down for him to inspect*

 

[MaskofSand]

*Stretches and slinks, almost feline in poses as I stretch on the floor of my own lavish bedroom, peeking back at the circular bed and its purple silk sheets*

He's off to play, and I'm left to stay.
Perhaps I should find some friends.

*Peers at the counter*
Prying eyes have been sneaking in, and they never say a word.
How rude.

Maybe I'll set traps.
But that's not very hospitable.
Traps with decadences? Sneaky little mice.

*Pouring myself a new drink, I debate settling near his chair- Near it only. I might test too much with that chair down below, but never with that one. Instead, I choose to sprawl over one of the fainting couches, sipping my chardonay with a smile as I hum the Mister Rogers theme*
It's a beautiful day in this neighborhood
A beautiful day for a neighbor...

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

*Walks in slowly, throwing the doors open wide, to the sound of melodic humming. As my green and black alligator skin shoes cross the expensive carpet, I grant the lonely woman of this palace a sidelong glance only. I make my way over to the bar as though she weren’t even there. Above the waist I wear a deep green suit with charcoal pinstripes and a black silk dress shirt. No tie, only a long chain under the collar, though the color of the chain is silver, the pale unmistakable flawless sheen distinguishes it as platinum.*

Poor little lonely Sandy...

*I mutter, my tone somewhere between amusement and pity. As I fix myself a drink the My Cup, I seem to ignore her all together, no small feat in such as massive room, filled at the moment with only two people. When I finish pouring my drink, I lean my left elbow on the bar and cross one leg over the other.*

*Tilted at an angle and supported mostly by the bar, I finally look at her. My green eyes made into weapons by the complimenting tones of my suit. I stare through her, appraising her and roaming my gaze over her features possessively.*

I take it, then, that you missed Me?

 

[MaskofSand]

*Nearly dropping my glass as I realize there's someone else here, sitting up on the couch to watch him as he passes. My lips part to say something- a hello, welcome, anything. But he just passes by.*

*His teases make me frown slightly, staring into my own nearly emptied glass as he tinkers at the bar. When he finally speaks again, I manage a smile, glancing to him and nodding*

I did...
It gets lonely here, all by myself.

No one seems to want to play with me...

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

*Smiles triumphantly at her admission and glances at the length of carpet between us.*

Why don't you crawl over here and let me "freshen you up".

*I grin at the double entandre, grabbing the bottle of chardonnay and biting the cork, extracting it with my teeth and spitting it disdainfully onto the floor.*

 

[MaskofSand]

*Slipping off the little couch, I do exactly that; crawling across the floor to his feet, the nearly empty glass' rim pinched between my lips as I settle before him. Sitting back on my bare heels, I let the glass fall into my hands, looking up at him with a faint smile while cradling the bowl of it in my fingertips. Glancing to the cork that rolls past me, I make a note to clean that up- later. Right now I would much rather focus on him, and one little cork is certainly not enough to make me tear away from doing that!*

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

*I Watch with sincere pleasure as her hips sway from side to side and she crawls, gripping the wine glass in her mouth as though she were a cat and the glass her kitten. As she kneels down and holds up her glass, I unzip my slacks, letting my thick cock lazily tumble into the glass.*

*I pour the white wine onto the base of my shaft, letting it naturally cascade down to fill her glass. I smile down, curious how she'll respond...*

You like yours 'On the Cocks', right?

 

[MaskofSand]

*Watching him curiously, at first confused on what he's doing to my glass. As the wine pours down in a strange sort of waterfall, my eyes widen, leaning forward a bit to lap some of it from his skin and smile as I lean back*

That I do, sir.

*Another smirk, then a sip from the actual glass. It's not the same. Close, but not the same*

You give it a wonderful extra flavor. Enough to tide me over...

*Another sip, my eyes closing as I swallow it down, leaning over once again to lick the very tip of him*

...but never the same.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Trapped!

She who sets traps ought to watch where she steps...

*I smirk, green eyes firing brilliant sparks of wicked intent. As my features tilt forward, lengthening the shadows on my face, a grim realization must surely be dawning on her.*

*I slide my cock back into my slacks and swat the glass from her hand, shattering it against the bar and spilling wine all over the carpet. In her bare feet, with broken glass all over the floor, she has become completely dependant upon me, lest she cut herself badly in an attempted escape.*

Did I give you permission to lick me? Taking it out is not the same thing as granting you the privilege of tasting me. You've fallen into a trap, you silly, sandy, slut. Now you're going to have to pay.

Not just for this, but for your indescretion with my chair in the basement as well. You won't be sitting anywhere for quite some time, at least not comfortably.

*As I speak, I reach down to lift her up onto one shoulder. Each time I reach a period, I bring my left hand over swiftly to spank her ass from under her dress. The crisp sound of skin on skin making me harder as I walk. Matter-of-factly I kick the heavy wooden door that leads to the basement open. As I begin to descend the stairs I issue a command to the room.*

Light!

*Within moments, candles are lit from all corners of the dank, stone walled chamber, each candle held within the mouth of a blindfolded and bound woman, each with only one hand left unbound, fingers taped around a lighter. The chair boans and squirms at my approach as I inspect the space and plot Sandy's punishment.*

 

[MaskofSand]

What...? *looking up at him with far greater confusion with those first words, gasping as the cup is flicked from my fingers and smashed. I try to move away, simply falling back in my haste and staring up at him in shock. I misunderstood. I overdid it...*

I- I didn't-
*Faltering words fail completely as I meet his shoulder, yelping as his hand connects with skin. I try to straighten, flailing slightly in his arm's hold, whimpering as I realize where we're headed*

I'm sorry! I didn't think first!

*cringing as the door is kicked open, I go silent now, lips tightly locked as he carries me into the uniquely lit room. Stupid, stupid mistake on my part... Dumb, dumb decision to steal his chair...*

*Peeking over at the unconventional furnishing, a scowl comes to my face as I notice the pieces smirking. They think this is funny?! Terrible little things...*

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Cum One, Cum All!

((The following is a collaboration from MaskofSand and UPH))

*The chair murmurs faintly as The Pimp carries his prize over to the Stocks. Ancient looking and weathered artifact of iron and oak. Using her hair he pushes her face into the center groove, waiting impatiently for her to position her hands.*

*A little noise leaves my lips as I realize what he's set his sights on, giving another glare to the Chair before being plunked into my own 'furnishing' and pushed into place. My wrists raise up quickly trying to slip into their own respective spots, fighting another developing nervous whine trying to escape. I want to apologize again, but really doubt it would make much difference now...*

*As her wrists are in place, I pull back my hand, making sure all is where it ought to be before swinging the top piece down with all my might and the weight of the wood behind it. The sound is enough to make even the chair jump. A few faint whimpers in the distance as some of the candle holders flinch too, spilling hot wax onto their faces. Once she is locked in place, I run my fingernails slowly up the backs of her thighs, lifting her dress. Little by little.* Naughty little Sandy...

*Cringing and crying out at the loud echo in my ears and heavy thunk of the wood against my neck, I stiffen in the stocks, my heart racing already. That twinge of fear twines with anticipation as the feel of his nails meet my skin, raising up on my toes slightly from it.* Hnnn... I'm- I'm sorry, sir.. *Even though my intentions had been to keep them from coming out, one managed to slip through anyway, that touch managing to draw it out*

...You will be. *With a dismissive little flip of my wrists, I flip the back of her dress up onto the small of her back and then abandon all contact completely, leaving her flesh burning with the desire for contact and the warmth of my nearness, but feeling nothing real. I begin to blow gently between the cheeks of her ass, funneling the air over the fabric of her thong.*

*Expecting a smack on the ass from that tone, I tense slightly- but get no strike.* Uh..? *Confused at first, giving a soft little moan as he gives a different attack instead. it kind of tickles, but also feels so- different. Wriggling slightly, my fists flexing, another little whimper leaves. His fingers had felt so nice... I ache for that sting of his hand, that warmth of his touch, even the rake of his nails... but instead, he's blowing on me...*

*The column of air moves lower and becomes more forceful, betraying how wet she has become. The cool air cuts right through the soaking fabric and seeks to probe at her. I shake my head faintly, wagging the long breath over her clit. Then when my lungs are empty, leading with my shoulder, SMACK! my hand wraps around her thigh. More whimpers from the candles, even the chair falls silent and still, all the 'fixtures' knowing that sound all too intimately. My fingers dig in, gripping her thigh as my expensive alligator shoe kicks her legs apart wider.*

Oh god... *I barely whisper the words as that breath finds a new target, my head hanging from the stocks for a brief moment before the hard contrasting crack of his hand catches my skin. My head shoots back up, trying hard not to scream out over the unexpected pain of it while his foot tells me to move. Shuffling my own legs apart even more, I'm already gasping softly.*

*Now my mouth descends, following down to suckle at her aroused clit through her panties, tongue darting around against it. My nose probes at the outline of her sex, breathing deep of her scent. I withdraw my hand slowly, fingers pressing deep into the flesh and nails raking slowly after, carving deep purple lines into the florid red handprint. As my hand slips off I raise it high abruptly, making you flinch.... but holding back. Still teasing your clit mercilessly.*

*Gasping softly, already finding my knees shaking from the feel of his lips against my body through the cloth. I swallow hard, trying to keep from moaning out too loudly, though let one slip as that tongue takes a turn as well.* Oh god... Hnnn... *The warmth of his hand is gone, but not the full effect of his touch with the trail of his fingers. I tense, expecting another smack, my lips tightly pressed together as I whimper once more from the feel of his lips and tongue. I can't help but shift and wriggle slightly, crooning softly at it all*

*My hand drifts down slowly, landing gently on the small of her back like a fall leaf. As my fingertips begin to meander slowly down the small of her back, my fingernails bear down digging deeper and deeper into the skin as it moves lower, leaving four winding, red trails down her back, my fingers slipping into the band of her panties just as my nails seem poised to begin drawing blood.*

*That light landing is almost as bad as the hardest strike he could have managed with the state I'm in now. My upper back raises slightly as his nails creep down, nails feeling as though they're tearing through my flesh and drawing a light cry from my lips. His own lips are still driving me mad, wanting so badly for him to rip off those panties, give me full contact with him* Please...

You call that begging..? *I taunt, my descent slowing more still as my fingers begin moving down her ass, lowering her panties slowly, middle digit probing down between her luscious ass cheeks and worming its way slowly to her anal pucker. No more nails now, but deep down I know that those fingertips on her heated flesh burn more than even the most brutal scrapes.* Go on, beg.

*Eyes closing, upset with myself for even letting the word out... But my self-lecturing is cut short as his hand continues to slowly creep down with the fabric, another moan letting free as his finger traces tauntingly on its path.* Gahhh.... Ohh, pleeease... *My hips rock back slightly at the feel of the testing finger against my back entry, aching for more of his touch from either finger or mouth now...* Please, pleeease, Vati... Please let me feel you... Please use me... I'm sorry for touching your chair, I'm sorry I touched you without permission...

*A muted scoff comes from one of the parts of the chair behind me, obviously not impressed with her pleas or your admission of guilt. I however, am moved and tug her panties roughly around her knees before trailing the back of my hands and fingers gently up her inner thighs, hesitating just below her sex and then abruptly pounding my entire girth and length inside. I spit derisively on her asshole and push my thumb slowly into her ass. Wiggling my finger as I withdraw slowly until I feel the crown of my cock under my thumb.*

*an anxious shift comes from my hips as the fabric is shoved away, my pussy just as eager for him with the wetness revealed on the panties' removal* Thank you sir, thank you, please punish me with y-Yaahaaohgod... *My fast-spoken words are interrupted as his cock enters so quickly, fists tightening as I cry out. It feels so good, being filled, stretched, the unexpected/expected confusion of it all... My eyes reopen as I realize that there's something running down my ass, the fact a little slow to come to me before his second entry of a digit makes its way into me.* Oh god yes... Thank you sir, thank you...

*As she thanks me, I thrust back in again, curling my finger as much as I possibly can, stretching and opening her ass enough to insert a second digit. In the same motion I straighten both fingers and draw my hips back, feeling the head of my cock under my fingertips before thrusting and curling again. Making a rhythm of it. Playing you like an instrument from the inside.* Ohh you fucking love it don't you, whore? This is why you act up the way you do.

*Gasping sharply at the second addition, I try to shake my head, though its rather hidden by the stocks I'm locked in. Trying to find my voice again around the soft groans I can't keep silent, I finally manage to speak as best I can between thrusts and toyings of his fingers* No, that- hnnn... no, I onlyyy wanted toooo- Oh god, Yes! Yesss Vati... I love it and want to set you off to get it! *I nearly sob the words, my body torn between the attacking parts of him inside me*

I fucking knew it. *I smirk. Pulling every part of me out of her, wiping my fingers on her ass cheeks.* This is a punishment. I don't reward cries for attention. *I smirk, uncapping a black pen with my teeth.* You're a sperm toilet, nothing more. You don't deserve my cock. You don't deserve the privilege of a climax. *As I speak I write on her skin. Arrows pointing at her holes, and the words: "Whore holes for use." "Empty slut, please fill me." Then among the red lines on her back, a tally mark of "one".* Let's see who will come further your humiliation and complete your submission...

 

[Leopald]

Fingers run along the cold stone as light footsteps fall to announce the presence of the lone figure. A long coat hangs loosely from his shoulders, dark hair trimmed short and neat, framing a scruffy face with piercing eyes taking in the surroundings. He hoped he wasn't intruding to much, as he clutched a pair of bottles in his other hand. Scotch and Vodka, meant as presents for the masked one's housewarming, late as it was. He arrives at the door and places a hand on the heavy knocker, lifting and striking four times, hoping that this wasn't a bad time, after all.

I wonder if anyone is even home...

 

[princesssexci]

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=O

I <3 your castle Sand.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

*From the dungeon I hear the strong rapping of the metal knocked on the front door.*

Stay.

*I mutter to Sand as if she had a choice, and make my way casually up to the main room to let the guests in.*

Hello and welcome. Sandy is indisposed at the moment, but if you wish to speak with her you can find her in the basement. The bar is there, please make yourselves at home. Only that chair and the one downstairs are reserved, the rest of the castle is to your pleasure.

*I show them both inside.*

 

[MaskofSand]

*My head lifts as I hear the door, glancing to him as he walks past me. A faint frown rests on my lips as he speaks the single word, looking back to the floor and hoping he doesn't leave me alone too long...*

*Well, there's the chair to keep me company. But I don't feel much like associating with it right now.*

*The door back up to the main parts of the castle is left open, the echoes of his conversation to arrivals faintly reaching me as I wriggle and squirm in the stocks. It gets so warm between those planks of wood; my wrists and neck are sweating already. His earlier punishments hadn't made it any better, either... My knees bend and let my legs flick back and forth one at a time, stretching them, my eyes raising to glare at the chair as it hisses a disapproval.*

Oh, shut up. At least I get to move. Maybe you three don't want me to feed you when he lets me out of this.

*Huffing and glancing back at the stairs* This is your fault anyway, Chair. If you hadn't bit me, I wouldn't be in this...

 

[Vail_Indigo]

peering from sandy rafters

 

[Vail_Indigo]

not sure how much I trust rafters made of sand...

 

[MaskofSand]

*Peeks up at the lady in the overhead*

Oh, this can't be good. Now I swear I'm seeing things.

 

[Vail_Indigo]

leaps gracefully to the next rafter, only partially obscured by shadows

 

[MaskofSand]

*Listening and wondering and realizing...*

My Castle has gone rather quiet.
... I'm stuck....

 

[Leopald]

After being shown inside, he nods and thanks UHP for the entrance to the beautiful place.

Basement, you say? Oh! A bar... I know where I'm headed, then. And maybe I'll have a chat with Sandy, if she's in speaking form, of course.

He descends the stairs slowly, fingers once again brushing the cold walls. Upon arrival, he strides quickly to the bar and pours himself a drink, while staring with a brow raised at the girl in the stocks, on display with black words cruelly written in flesh.

Hello there... Having fun?