Duchess' Drawing Rooms

TinyDuchess

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I live in a palace, yes it's true.
A wealth of rooms, stretching far from east to west
But of my many rooms, these are the ones I love the best
Each a haven I withdraw to when I need a moments rest.


These, are my drawing rooms...


Though no one room is quite like the other.
One thing remains crystal clear,
Each of these spaces is my very own
And each one I hold dear

I often wander from one to another,
filling shelves upon shelves
with trinkets and treasures


Most days I sit quietly ... imagining, lost in daydreams and thought.


Visitors are always welcome,
for goodness knows I have the space
Though I ask that you inform me
So that I may extend to you all my social grace.

Friends need no invitation,
Feel free to drift on through
I promise there will always be a pot of tea waiting,
and perhaps a biscuit or two.
 
Ideas and Inspiration

Mirror Images - All life is reversed when placed in front of a mirror. What happens when you find yourself wanting that life, or worse when the person looking back wants yours.
 
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Sig lines and extras.

Thought is real, physical is the illusion.​

Words kill, words give life; they're either poison or fruit - you choose.

Pain demands to be felt.
 
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Had the distance from the pool to my apartments always been that great? Or was it some trick of the mind brought on by desire that made time seem to stretch? Whatever it was I can't remember ever being as excited to see the estate come into view.

Lights were still visible from some of the rooms, soft, dim glowing as though the house itself had expectations for this night. The servants had long since disappeared, more than aware they need not be present at this hour unless summoned.

It felt strange to walk through the doors with him walking behind me. I didn't need to turn to look at him to know he was there; I could sense him, feel his eyes on me as I moved.

Leading him down the small corridor to the right of the main stairwell, stopping just outside the door and then stepping aside after opening it.

"I thought this room might be best... we won't be bothered back here."
 
He followed her slowly, stalking after her almost like a predator. He smiled as he admired the entry way, letting his eyes trail around the furnishings and decorations, stopping only when she showed him into the sitting room. He made note of the candles burning, illuminating the room with a feel of old world lighting. With a smile he slipped up behind her and then slide his hand down to her hip, pressing against her from behind as hit other hand wrapped around her waist. He lowered his lips down next to her ear.

Don't you feel a little exposed like this? Don't find that there's some element of danger in inviting a man you barely know back to visit your private sanctum? He wrapped his lips around her earlobe for a second, sucking it. His teeth bit down on it, tugging it softly into his mouth. Aren't you worried that he might ruin things?

He then grabbed her by her hips and pressed her up against the wall, sliding up behind her and dragging a hand from his hip down to her ass, squeezing it in his palm, and sliding his leg up between her thighs. He pushed her cheek into the wall, the crotch of his swim trunks sliding against her ass, rolling lightly into her. Or perhaps that's exactly what you wanted.
 
*Gasping as you come up behind me, my hands lifting awkwardly as yours slip about my hips. Flinching and trying to pull away as your mouth closes over my ear. An unsteady breath is forced from my lungs as you press my up against the wall, my body trembling beneath your questing hands.*

Yes...*The word comes out more as a whisper moan than anything else - the only answer for each of your questions.
 
His hands were moving over her little body, sliding over her without any sense of subtlety. He knew what this was as well as she did. And she had to have some idea of what she was in for. He rolled his hips playfully against hers from behind. He dragged both his hands up her sides, sliding up her curves, tracing them with fingertips before sliding up against her shoulders. And then he grabbed her sarong and started it peeling it down her body once again, sliding it off her body and dropping it to the floor unceremoniously, leaving her in just her panties before him. But truly, she was already more naked than that.

He gave another little rock of his hips against hers from behind before he pulled them away...only for his left hand to drop down and smack against her little ass, the sound reverberating through the room. He doesn't care who might hear, whether it be servants or neighbors, as he smacks her ass again, swatting the other cheek through her little undergarments.


Then you are a naughty little girl, aren't you?

He grabbed at her arms, then, pulling her elbows back behind her and shoving them together. His hands slide down her arms until he grabs her wrists, wrapping them up together with one big palm and squeezing, before he slaps her ass one more time, then grinding his knee up between her thighs.

Is that what you want? You want me to punish you like a naughty little girl? With a push of his hips, he shoved her forward again, making her bare chest roll up against the wall.
 
Your every touch elicits a new moan, each one different in pitch, volume and length from the last.

My eyelids drop closed, a warmth suffusing my cheeks as my sarong is pulled away at last, leaving me almost bare to your eyes. With my temple pressed against the wall, I arch my hips back to yours as they grind against me.

When the first of your strikes lands against me, my surprise is clearly evident in my shriek. My eyes fly open, filled with fire as I peer over my shoulder at you. Though when the second one lands I can hardly disguise the aroused whimper that escapes me.


It is! * There's little hesitation or uncertainty in my voice as I give the hurried reply, while arching my back to thrust my hips back against you.*
 
He feels her hips rolling back against him, loving the response he's getting from her body as he teases and abuses her. It arouses a response in him as well, which he is certain she can feel as her ass rocks back against him. He lets his erection grind up against her as he kisses the side of her neck...then sliding his teeth out against her soft flesh and letting her feel the implied thread of them on her skin. As he squeezes her wrists together, keeping her arms pinned between her back and his chest, his other hand snakes up over her stomach, fingers dragging up until he squeezes a fleshy mound in his palm.

Mmmhmm...that's exactly what I suspected. He smiles as his warm breath teases against her skin, feeling her hair dragging out against his neck and shoulder, before his teeth sink into her neck. He bites down on her skin roughly, digging his jaws in deep enough to leave a mark on her. He wants to have a memento of this incident. Or perhaps he's just marking territory, a way of saying "I've been here." He's not entirely sure aside from knowing he wants to leave a mark on her flesh. And perhaps more than one.

You're a naughty girl who needs to be punished....and who needs to have her body used. Just what I thought.

He laughs wickedly as he pulls his teeth away from her, fingers digging into a breast and rolling it in his hand. A fingertip flicks up across her nipple, finding it hard and excited.
 
*The feel of your teeth bearing down against the skin at my neck, is enough to have me crying out as I rise up on the tips of my toes. My palms flatten against your belly my nails clawing at your skin as your hips grind against me, presting me harder onto the wall.

When your hand finds my breast your fingers pinching at my nipple, a low moan slips past my lips even as I try to twist my body away and shield my flesh from your overzealous ministratons.*
 
He feels her hands pressing against his stomach, eliciting a soft hiss from him as her nails dig into his stomach. His hand on her wrists gives a small twist, turning theme as he feels her hips continuing to rock back against his hips. He pinches her nipple once again with his right hand, giving it a tug as she tries to twist away from his ministrations. He only tights his grip on her more, pulling her wrists back up against him to keep her completely in his control.

His teeth pull away from her flesh, but not until after leaving a noticeable mark on her skin of the encounter. A bite to signify his dominance over her. He enjoys feeling her little ass rolling back against him, feeling his cock through his shorts rolling between up against the crack of her ass. He pushes it back up against her, letting her that organ which is going to fill her up...eventually.

He kisses against her earlobe, then, and suckles on it for a second before whispering.
You do want it...then I will use you, and FUCK you, like a dirty, needy little slut. He slaps his hand against her breast.

Then he suddenly pulls her to the side, turning her to face him as he shoves her back against the wall. He grabs at her wrists with his right hand, pinning them up against the wall over her head, as he pushes up against her chest, letting her breast drag against his skin as his left hand drags down her side to her hips. He hooks his hand in the waist pant of her panties, pulling it, twisting it in his grasp.
And I want you to beg before I am finished with you.
 
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