C G loft.

[cgraven]

“Yes it is a seductive view.”

I tease as I draw the sensual little redhead closer to my body. My ardor pressing to the sheet that covers her firm little derrière.

“Would you mind if we move over to the Hammock and cuddle just like this?”

Sweeping the shy young miss into my arms I carrier her to the waiting hammock and lay with her by my side.

“Better?”

I ask as I lay her head on my chest. The next move will be hers.

 

[AlysaNewport]

“Much better.” she listened to the beating of his heart while she rested her head upon his chest. Her eyes still gazing out at the landscape. She slightly rolls to right bringing more of her body against his warmth. Her breast pressing up against his abs. She unconsciously drapes her leg across his, her upper thigh laying across his manhood, her womanhood pressed against his upper thigh. “CG.” She whispers while pressing more of her body against him, absorbing more of his rising temperature.

Her hand lightly gliding over his chest, peaking his nipple with her palm. She sighs softly as she looks up and slowly nuzzles his collarbone. “Tell me kind sir what is going through your mind at this very moment.” She slightly blushes for she knows what is going through hers at this very moment and with the feel of his hard cock against her thigh. It was an easy guess but she wanted to her his gentle voice telling her his very wishes.

 

[cgraven]

C G‘s Loft.
High up in the Inn above the guest and residents room lies the loft nestled under the eves of the roof. Strong oaken beams slant from the ridge to the floor.

There is a hammock slung by the round eve window that looks out over the Bay and Faiths lighthouse. A seaman’s bunk against one wall, a writing table of oak that was once down by the hearth. The pictures and small treasure of a life at sea, memories of all the places and people that have crossed his life. The desk holds but two pictures in an antique silver frame, on one side his Chris and on the other the ski area of Mt St-Anne.

All in all it is a simple room. Clean and shipshape in “Bristol Fashion”.

 

[DarkEmpress]

I walk into the loft, the familiar room radiating warmth in its welcome. It has been forever since I have been here and I once again stop to stare at the photo of CG's Chris, as beautiful as ever.

"How is she?" I ask.

 

[cgraven]

She is expecting her first Dee in May.

The soft silken scarves that have so sensually restrained my Dark Lady in the past rest by the picture that has once more captured her tender interest. I step up behind her my arms encircling her waist as I draw her firm young body back to me. My joy at see her again pressed to the sensual curve of her cute little derrière

 

[DarkEmpress]

"That is great news, congratulations," I say, smiling.

CG steps up behind me and wraps his arms around me. I instinctively mould my body to him, resting my head on his shoulder. It is heavenly, just being next to him. I can feel his need for me and a soft smile touches my lips as my body quakes in answer.

My eyes catch the colourful scarves and I reach for them, lifting them into the sun to brighten up the colours. "Would you CG?" I ask as I lift a hand to gently trail a finger across his cheek, revelling in the warmth of him against me.

 

[cgraven]

Dee’s touch so soft, so sensual, as she lifts her wrist so submissively seductive. I see in her soft blue eyes both desire and fear. My own hazel eyes shimmer with deep flecks of gold as my lips brush her offered wrists.

Of course my sensually seductive young beauty.

Again a fleeting kiss brushes her lips as I softly whisper.

But first Dee shall You strip for me or would you rather I cut the clothing from you my seductive Dark Lady.

 

[DarkEmpress]

I give CG a devilish smile across my shoulder before I slowly shrug out of my cape, letting it trail across my skin before it flutters to the floor to pool around my feet.

I press my naked body against CG once more, slowly moving my hips from side to side to tease him, inexorably.

CG always has a way to make me feel sexy, I shudder in response, just thinking of what he'll do to me.

 

[cgraven]

A bright smile lights my eyes as Dee seductively shimmies out of her cape to once more stand before me in all her naked glory. Her dark cape sensually pooled around her trim little ankles.

As always my Dark Lady you have a fluid sensuality that pleases me.

I bind her sweetly offered wrists with the silk scarf she has offered me.

Shall I take you standing my sweet dark beauty, perhaps remind you of the sensual caress of leather and its seductively fiery kiss?

Oh how I love temping this sweetly submissive beauty, to push her boundaries so her pleasure will always be greater.

 

[DarkEmpress]

My wrists are bound as my soul to that of his. Short breaths whisper from my lips as every sence is heightened to the smell of him, the touch of him, the timbre of his voice ... the heat radiating from him.

I bite down on my bottom lip, contemplating his offer ... or should I say ... merciless teasing. CG is a master at the subtle art of intertwining dark desires with sensual release and as always my resistance crumbles.

"Leather," I whisper poignantly, "and whichever way you prefer, CG."

 

[cgraven]

“Leather”

I breath the word letting my hot moist breath bather Dee’s angelic face. My hands slide up the sensual curves of the blue eyed beauty’s torso raising her arms and bound wrist above her head until she is standing on her tip toes as I slide the silken scarf that holds those dainty wrist captive over the hook that now dangles from the ceiling.

I smile down into Dee’s stunningly beautiful and expressive eyes as I draw another silken scarf from my pocket slowly I fold it I hold it up so Dee see that I will now blind fold her. Now deprived of sight and freedom I step back for my adorable Dark Lady to let her anticipate what is to come next in her quiet dark world, a world of heightened sensation and feeling.

 

[DarkEmpress]

His breath plays across my skin that immediately erupts in an aray of gooseflesh.

His hands meander up the length of my body, fingers gently brushing across me before he lifts my arms to securely hook them in place above my head. I expell a breath I didn't know I was holding ... and then the realisation: My seducer had just become my captor. The thought alone sends a shudder down my spine.

Those eyes of his are alive and twinkling wickedly at me as he holds my gaze captive, only to add another scarve to the equation. Lifting it to my eyes, he binds another one of my senses to him, letting the others surge to life in the darkness that enfolds me.

"You wicked little monster," I say breathlessly as every nerve in my body tingles with anticipation.

 

[cgraven]

"You wicked little monster,"


I smile at Dee’s accusation as I slowly and silently circle her studying her gorgeous young supple body once more knowing she has freely offered it to me for my pleasure.

“But of course My Dark Lady.”

The softly whispered words come from behind the blindfolded beauty each word sending the stray wisps of hair at the nape of her neck dancing in my hot moist breath. Then suddenly I am gone and Dee is once more left alone to anticipate what will come next.

The soft leather tab of the riding crop caresses the soft velvet skin of Dee’s inner thigh before flitting a way. The sensual caress of leather toys with her firm young breasts to taunt and tease her dusky pink areolas and pale pink rosebud nipples before fading from Dee’s supple young body once more.

 

[DarkEmpress]

"But of course My Dark Lady," comes his answer from behind me. He is truly driving my senses awry, his breath playfully caressing the nape of my neck.

He disappears ... and my senses strain to hear where he is ... what he is doing.

That is answered as the touch of the crop whispers across my inner thigh ... and flaunts with my growing need by toying with my breasts. The cold touch of leather against heated flesh, sending another excited bolt of anticipation through my nervous system.

He is gone again ... the only sound that reaches my ears is my own breathing ... fast ... laboured. "So evil," I breathe as a soft smile quirks my lips. That I had known long before I said yes, didn't I?

 

[cgraven]

"So evil,"


Dee sweetly breathes a little coquettish smile bowing her lips a sweet plea for more, a plea I will be more than glad to answer.

Again the soft leather tab caresses Dee’s inner thigh. Slowly seductively it inches its way teasingly higher until it caresses my Dark Lady’s hot wet folds. The braid shaft slips between those sweetly inviting folds. Each long caress cleaving deeper and deeper until the braid ridges of the crops shaft coaxes Dee’s sweet little clit from its hooded hiding place.

"More sweet Dark Lady!"

I darkly whisper, my voice felt as much as heard. My words more a statement of what is to come than a question and yet I still pause for Dee's response.

 

[DarkEmpress]

The crop once again touches my inner thigh and CG slowly - excruciatingly so - edges it higher, higher, until it touches me intimately ... sweetly ... softly. I moan in response, thankful that my binds are keeping me steady.

CG delves in deeper, each stroke making his presence felt, each stroke opening me up to receive his ministrations ... each stroke making my heart beat faster, my breath come faster, my senses swirl into a maddening pool of desire.

I moan as he reaches my clit, coaxing it from its hiding place and exposing it to his touch. I had forgotten just how precise CG is...

"Please," I beg, breathlessly, as his breath flits across my skin, letting me erupt into gooseflesh all over again.

 

[cgraven]

"Please,"

Dee’s sweet husky angelic voice pleads. The dark musky intoxicating fragrance of My Dark Lady’s growing arousal begs so eloquently in her whispered gasps and moans of pleasure. Slowly the braided shaft of the riding crop slips from its intimate caress of Dee’s hot little pussy and throbbing clit as even the heat of my body next to hers fades leaving my sweet beauty alone and so empty and devoid of human contact.

Then suddenly out of that dark empty loneliness the fiery kiss of leather bites at the firm curve of her tight little derrière. That seductive fiery kiss of leather lightly dances over the firm contours of Dee’s tight little bottom across the flat quivering plain of her taunt abdomen creeping ever higher to explore the firm contours of my Dark Lady’s heaving breasts.

 

[DarkEmpress]

The crop leaves me and I am once again left in the darkness, waiting in anticipation. All my senses are alive as I try to hear where he is, imagine what he might be doing ... planning.

My questions are answered as the crop lashes out of the darkness to darkly kiss my derriere, wrenching a moan from me as the heat pours through my veins. CG traces the touch of cold leather around ... up and across my tummy to my breasts ... where he teases and toys with them. I relish in his touch, my soft mounds rising proudly to meet each stroke as a breathless moan seeps from my lips.

 

[cgraven]

Each sweet moa, each erotic little gasp as my Dark Lady sings her song of pain and pleasure pleases and arouses me. The tip of soft supple leather tab of the crop lazily circles her puffy areola and taunt pebbled nipple will it be pleasure or pain only the next stroke of the crop will tell.

“ More my Dark Lady?”

The question a haunting invitation to surrender completely.

 

[cgraven]

C G‘s Loft.

High up in the Inn above the guest and residents room lies the loft nestled under the eves of the roof. Strong oaken beams slant from the ridge to the floor.

There is a hammock slung by the round eve window that looks out over the Bay and Faiths lighthouse. A seaman’s bunk against one wall, a writing table of oak that was once down by the hearth. The pictures and small treasure of a life at sea, memories of all the places and people that have crossed his life. The desk holds but two pictures in an antique silver frame, on one side his Chris and on the other the ski area of Mt St-Anne.

All in all it is a simple room. Clean and shipshape in “Bristol Fashion”.

 

[yeishia]

I had waited until my birthday before using one of the wishes I had bequeathed myself. Sitting alone in my bedroom I had carefully and reverently pressed the soft pad of my thumb onto the wicked thorn of the exquisite rose I held between my slender fingers. Drops of my life blood welled up from my torn skin intermingling with the small moment of pain.

A soft, sensual, surreal moment as I wished for my hearts desire...

I wished for but single evening with someone whom I could call Master again, someone who would love and cherish me as His alone...

A silly dream I suppose in a world governed by material things but in this moment I needed what this man could give my soul...such a gift was priceless to this girl.

As I made my way quietly to his loft my tummy was filled with delicious butterflies dancing and frolicking in gay abandon. My mind however was filled with doubt. What if I had forgotten how to serve, forgotten how to give my self over in totality to another.

I trusted the dominant male with whom I would spend the might, that would suffice, I would trust my instincts.

Taking a steadying breath I pushed open the door to his private bedroom closing the door gently behind me before stood there allowing my widening eyes to caress the contents of the austere room. For me this was a privileged glimpse into the world that was uniquely his alone. I could smell his very essence all spice and potent masculinity; sensuality personified, earthy and filled with sinful promise.

My butterflies stilled....

I had dressed simply in long white sleeveless shift made of the softest cotton, cinched at the waist with a coil of what looked like braided rope. Although it effectively covered my entire body from head to bare toe it also allowed artful glimpses of the small form hidden within its folds as I moved. My long wavy hair I had loosely braided and it hung in a thick rope down to my tiny waist. I had a dancers body supple and deceptively strong. My face was devoid of makeup, it needed none; my color was heightened naturally with the thought of what this night would bring.

I turned my back on the room and faced the door sinking smoothly down to my knees

Knees slightly open, back gracefully arched, my hands resting palms downwards one upon each knee I lowered my eyes and simply waited.

My breathing stilled and although I may have resembled a serene statue kneeling there in a classically submissive pose, I was smiling on the inside.

How could I not be...He would be joining me here soon.

 

[cgraven]

The day has been less than what I had hoped for the RW continually asserting itself with one crisis after another. Finally I have time to make my way to my loft, a weariness in my step as I make my way to the door at the top of the stairs. My hand rest on the latch, when a faint intoxicating fragrance plays at the edge of my senses. As the door slowly creaks open a faint smile bows my lips as I behold a honey blond beauty in long white sleeveless shift, knelling facing the door with her knees slightly open, back gracefully arched, her hands resting palms downwards one upon each knee her soft soulful eyes demurely, the perfect picture of submission.

“Good evening Miss Have you been waiting Long?”

As I speak I let the smile face from my face and yet my pleasure with her still twinkles in my eyes. Once more that deep voice that is lost some where between a base and a baritone caresses the kneeling young beauty’s senses.

“Pleasure or pain Miss?’

She is here to serve; it is her wish, her desire.

“I see you still blush the most delightful shade of pink.”

 

[yeishia]

I sense his presence before I hear the creaking of the door and I know that he is smiling even before my hungry eyes lift to boldly seek out his. I sence the shift from man to Master and carefully lower my eyes again.

I would have waited for an eternity...

The words never leave my lips I smile softly, and know that I am blushing as he asks if I desire pain or pleasure this night.

I sense that his day has wearied him, I can tell be cause he calls me Miss rather than his customary, little one, a distancing of sorts I supposed. My heart reaches out to him like a bird taken flight and I want nothing more than to take him in my loving arms and ease his stress away with my kisses and my love.

My own needs disappear and my wish only is to serve His.

" I wish only to serve your needs this night Sir." My voice is low and husky filled with sensual promise my skin glowing as goosebumps come out to dance along the exposed flesh of my arms and neck. My belly feels on fire my expressive eyes darkening with my need of him.

"Your will is my desire, pain or pleasure it is Yours to dictate my Master," I continue earnestly.

I am no true masochist but if the chemistry is right and I am in the hands of one I know and trust I can turn pain into pleasure in a single heart beat...they become synonymous filled with erotic possibilities.

For me CGraven was such a man...

I was unafraid as my smoldering eyes met his again.

 

[cgraven]

" I wish only to serve your needs this night Sir. Your will is my desire, pain or pleasure it is Yours to dictate my Master,"

There was a soft adorable blush that kissed the kneeling Miss’s cheeks as she made her heartfelt declaration, her angelic voice so sweetly sincere. I take her hands and mine.

“Stand little one!”

I smile as I help her to her feet. My hand slowly slip from hers to stand in a little pool of moonlight, my eyes holds hers captive as I back away to take a seat. A little gesture tells the shy young Miss to pirouette. I watch as her shift flares to bare her ankles and calves to me.

“Very Nice Little One.”

My voice measured emotionless as my eyes once more captivate hers. I crook my finger for this young beauty to come closer. When at last she once more stands before me I comment.

“I believe we can do away with that shift Little One………”

I pause a moment before continuing,

“Then you can please me with that sweet mouth of yours my dear girl.”

As I speak my eyes hold hers and I spread my knees a little wider.

 

[yeishia]

"Very nice little one"

I cannot help but smile I adore presenting for him in such a manner and am once more blushing demurely as indicates his needs. I am as a rule very well behaved but tonight an imp may well have entered the room in my place...

I shall of course do as I am bidden after a fashion. Dare I?

Slipping the coiled rope from around my slender waist I allow my shift to slip from my shoulders to pool around my dainty feet. I pause a moment before gracefully slipping my sinuous form in behind where he sits managing to effortlessly unbutton and remove his shirt as I became his second skin, my long legs wrapped around his torso.

"Please allow this girl some latitude this night?" I whisper huskily into his ear as I begin to message his neck and back; strong supple fingers, soft thumbs, my gentle palms, sensuous kisses, tiny nips, languorous motions of my pink tongue all are melded into one continuous motion as I seek to remove knots and relieve the tension in every single muscle of his neck and back. I work silently on what is essentially a small labor of love for me.

I am not done yet a soft sensuous kiss to his neck, my supple legs still wrapped around him, in one fluid motion I slide myself around my Master's wiry body and flow onto gently onto his lap.

Watching him carefully from beneath my long lashes for his reaction, good or bad I deftly reached down between us freeing his manhood from its darkened prison pushing his pants down his his legs and onto the floor as I did so. Lovingly I brought his lovely cock to hardness with my practiced fingers whereupon I pressed its turgid length against my velvety desire soaked folds pulling him slowly into the tight hot recesses of my hidden depths, my strong legs locking us together.

I looked deep into CG's eyes as I did so allowing him to see the light hazel of mine transform into the deepest of green as my desire for him intensifying as I felt his thickness stretch me to perfection.

Wickedly I began to use my strong kegel muscles along the length of his shaft from base to tip slowly increasing their speed in increments until they were undulating in one continuous motion along its entire length. It would feel as if it were in fact my hands expertly messaging it, as they had the muscles of his torso, just mere moments before. A small loophole I was hoping he would accept from this girl.

Arching backwards slightly on his lap,I ran my hands up the sides of my tiny waist to my small yet full breasts, presenting them for his pleasure, my puffy nipples turning rock hard as I did so.

My arms then went to his neck and I ran them lovingly through his short hair as my head dropped backwards, and my soft lips parted slightly..... this was perfection but not exactly what he has requested and well I knew it.

Smiling softly I slowed down and handed him my long thick braid as I carefully eased off his throbbing cock to kneel between his strong legs which I lightly caressed with my fingernails as I placed my soft lips over the spongy head of his delicious member; it tasted delightfully of us both.

In one wickedly unexpected motion my eyes left his and I swallowed him whole... deep into my welcoming throat!