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Lord Montebank:

"NOWWW SUCK NOOW SLAVE!" he exclaims as the first stream of hot and viscous cum shoots over your tongue and into your mouth.

His hand closes on the shaft of his cock and grips it as the second stream shoots from it's tip into your sucking, licking mouth. Then he takes it from your mouth and aims it to shoot all of the rest of his cum onto your upturned face.

Holding your head still with his other hand he uses the head to spread and smear the cum all over your face and then pushes it back between your lips with the low command, "Suck me dry slut and lick me clean.
"Your mouth was good and in time you'll learn to accept me in your throat more easily slave."
 
With his scream she had no choice but to obey. His grip was like a vice and she couldn't pull back. She recieved his cum graciously, drinking as greedily as she could, coveting every drop that filled her mouth. HIs cum was better than she thought it could be, he must take great care to eat right. Delicious.

She enjoyed the taste and the smell. Her eyes closed as she licked her lips, drinking it up as he sprayed over her face. She was begining to seem drunk on his cum. Enjoying it more than she could have imagined.

She murmered lightly in response eagerly begining to lick around his crotch. He was happy and she was happy, this wasn't all bad... and she was satisfying her master. She'd come for this, not to pleasure her brother, or anyone else. Just him. And she prefered it.
 
OOC:

Lady Roselyn Montebank
Age: 20

Height: 5' 10"

Weight: 145 lbs

Hair: Dark Auburn,

Eye color: Jade Green

Measurements: 38-24-36


IC:

Lady Roselyn Montebank could barely contain her excitement during the long ride home from the village. Her husband had sent her into town to acquire some new clothing and accessories. She loved the times when she was able to go on outings by herself. It was much more fun to be able to just take her time while perusing the various shops and boutiques without being rushed along by Lord Montebank. Her mission had also included a stop to pick up some special order items that her husband had ordered several weeks ago. Those were the ones that excited her most. Her well-manicured hand reached out and absently caressed the top of one of the boxes beside her on the carriage seat.

Lady Montebank had been born, Roselyn St. Clair, the daughter of very wealthy and prominent parents in New Orleans, LA. Her father was the founder of a very successful shipping company and her mother's main talent and goal in life was to go shopping and spend as much money as possible on all the finest things life had to offer. Roselyn had never been denied anything in her life. As an only child, she had been spoiled at an early age. All she had to do was look at father with her sparkling green eyes and he would grant her anything she wished.

One day a fine and wealthy gentleman, Lord Roderick Montebank, came into her life and stole her heart in a whirlwind of excitement and romance. Her father could not deny her wishes when he was asked for her hand in marriage. They were married in one of the grandest weddings that the city of New Orleans had ever seen and then she was whisked away to live with Lord Montebank at his estate. She had never once regretted her decision. She adored her husband and he made her feel safe and very much loved and cared for. Roselyn was especially fond of the secret life they shared together that would shock and astound all the fine people in the village if they only knew.

She sighed happily as she continued to run her hand over the packages. Oh yes, she could not wait to reach home to see the new purchases that her husband had acquired while she was away. She only hoped that he would allow her to inspect them shortly after her arrival.
 
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Lord Montebank:

"Crawl to the bed slave. Stand between the bed posts facing the room with your legs apart and your arms extended toward them too.
"Quickly slave. It' time for your first lesson in erotic pain, something I do love giving to my slaves. I find it very arousing to watch them as they squirm and writhe for me and listening to their songs of pain and lust adds so very much to my pleasure.
"In time you'll find you will not just look forward to it slave, but will beg for my gifts of pain knowing how much they will add to your Master's pleasure... and your own eventually."
 
She pulled back wiping her mouth on the back of her arm before turning away from him. Her eyes downcast as she crawled towards the bed... how could she have enjoyed that. She tried to ignore it, forget it.. but she had loved his taste...

She got up and stood in front of the bed turning and facing out towards the large room, giving it a glance... She began to stretch her arms down towards her legs when she realized what he'd said... erotic pain. She squeezed her eyes shut trying to prepare herself for whatever was to come.


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Meanwhile...

Matt was just able to drift off to sleep. He'd gotten used to the awkward position, and the throbbing in his member had finally died down, the welts starting the process of healing. He murmered a little when hearing the sound of someone coming up the drive.
 
Lady Montebank

As the carriage turned into and started up the long drive, Lady Roselyn pressed a smooth, slim hand to her breast in a vain attempt to slow the pace of her wildly racing heart. She was very excited to be finally returning home. She looked up at the huge house which seemed to be almost completely dark, except for the soft glow of the lamp she knew her thoughtful husband had left on for her downstairs. A tiny smile curved the corners of her full red lips as she thought of Roderick, the very handsome and distinguished gentleman who had chosen her to be his wife. Her deep green eyes sparkled mischievously as her thoughts turned to that side of him that only she, along with a few carefully chosen others, knew. The realization suddenly struck her that she was getting all damp and tingly between her thighs as the naughty scenes and images flashed in her mind.

Roselyn was snapped out of her reverie by the sound of the driver's voice announcing their arrival. "Thank you, Charles" Lady Montebank's smooth, sultry voice said as she was helped down from the seat. "You may bring the packages and leave them just inside the door" She tossed over her shoulder at him as she began walking briskly toward the front door, retrieving her keys deftly from her handbag.

Once the driver had left, she closed the door quietly behind her. A quick scan of the empty room told her that her darling husband was not around to greet her. An expression of disappointment temporarily clouded her eyes and crinkled her smooth brow as she sighed heavily and leaned her back against the door. Then her gaze fell upon the pile of packages the driver had dropped beside the door. As quickly as it had come, the disappointment left her and was replaced by her previous excitement. Oh how she adored acquiring new things!

She rifled quickly through them, and found the one she was looking for near the top of the stack. Hugging it to her breast as if it were a precious child, she picked up the lamp and crept silently up the dark staircase. At the top, she paused to remove her shoes and carried them in her free hand. Without making a sound, she moved down the long corridor, pausing just outside the door to Lord Roderick's room. Roselyn could hear soft sounds coming from behind the closed door. Knowing it would not be wise to disturb her husband if he was busy, she continued on to the next door which contained her own suit of rooms that adjoined her husband's, opened the door and stepped inside.

Lady Roselyn quickly stripped free from the confinements of the fashionable dress she had been required to wear for her trip into the village. Stepping over to the full length mirror, she studied her womanly form. Her skin was smooth and creamy white. Perfectly arched brows sat atop her sparkling deep green, almost cat-shaped eyes. Prominent, high cheekbones rested proudly above her full, sensuous lips. She lightly ran her fingers down her long graceful neck, purring like a kitten as they slid over the mounds of her firm, full breasts. Her nipples were very sensitive as the cool air in the room had already caused them to harden and stand out proudly. Her fingers paused to squeeze each one before her hands continued their journey down the length of her body.

Her breathing had grown heavier as her hands slid slowly down her flat tummy to the small, heart-shaped thatch of auburn curls below. She always kept herself shaved free of all pubic hair except for that tiny patch. It symbolized Roselyn's love for her husband. Her heart belonged to him now. Lady Montebank released a tiny sigh of pleasure as one of her long fingers slipped between her velvety lips. The folds had become very damp with her arousal now. Her finger plucked and pulled at the hardened nub of her clit before she pulled her finger away. Her eyes traveled down the length of her very long and very shapely smooth legs as her finger went to her mouth to lick her sweetness from it.

Forcing herself to turn away from the mirror, she opened the package she had brought with her. Her eyes gleamed with delight as she held the garment up for a moment to look at it before slipping it onto her body. She sat on the edge of her bed and slid the matching boots onto her feet, then went back to the mirror. Roselyn nearly fainted from excitement at the image looking back at her. The outfit was of black leather. It fastened tightly at her neck, had long sleeves, and legs that reached her ankles. Her black leather high-heeled boots came up to just over the pant legs. There were openings in the chest which left her breasts almost completely exposed and jutting proudly out in front her. There was no crotch and the back left her round firm asscheeks exposed for anyone's enjoyment who happened to be behind her. She smiled wickedly and removed the pins from her carefully arranged hair, allowing it fall across her shoulders and down her back in thick auburn waves. She was ready.

Retrieving the 'special' key from its place in her jewelry armoire, she left her room and crept quietly down the corridor to the room with the metal door. Her husband had told her it was where their new 'pets' were to be kept when they were not in use. Slipping the key into the lock and quietly opening the door, Lady Roselyn spotted him sleeping, strapped and tied on the bed. She moved quietly to his side and gazed at him in wonder. Ye Gods, but he was beautiful! She must remember to compliment her husband on his exquisite taste.
 
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Lord Montebank:

OOC: An FYI the Dungeon/Play Room is totally soundproofed so no unwanted noises can be heard outside of it.

IC:

Lord Montebank stood watching his new pleasure slave as she crawled to the bed as instructed. His eyes dwelt on her bare pussy lips and the wet cunt they framed, on her tight anus where he'd be burying his hard cock and on the smooth and unmarked expanse of the buttocks and thighs. Areas which he'd soon mark as she was introduced for the first time to the delights of pain mixed with sexual teasing and arousal.

He watched as she assumed the standing spread eagled postion then moved to the foot of the bed himself, after drinking in her naked and well displayed lovliness.

Wordlessly he moved to one knee and then the other as he moved side to side fastening clips to the rings on her ankle cuffs. Standing once more clips were attached to the wrist cuff rings and then each rope leading from the clips to the bed was individually tightened until she was stretched out and held in place with only her hips and torso, her head able to move.

Coming to stand in front of her he begins to fondle her. Breasts and nipples, pussy lips (parted by her wide stance) and the slit between them, her ass are all places where his hands play, tease and arouse.

"I will now mark you for the first time. The marks will fade, but not the lesson in how arousing pain mixed with sexual pleasure can be and will be for you slave.
"As I said in a very short time you'll come to need and crave the pain I'll give you, so long as it's not the pain of a punishment that is.
"If you ever feel that pain you'll soon learn to fear it and will do absolutely anything to avoid a punishment by little slut.
"I believe for your first lesson in pleasure and pain I'll use floggers on your helpless and naked body. I'll lash you with them from your shoulders to your knees so you truly feel the heat and pain and it fills you along with the burning lust and passion that I'll ignite in you at the same time as you writhe and scream or whimper or moan for me.
"Be as loud as you wish slave, all of the rooms up here are sound proofed so only you and I will hear as you sing your slut/slave's songs for me.
"Is my slave ready to experience all I've described?
"If so you may beg me for what's to come. Beg well and pleasingly, explicitly, telling me where you wish to feel everything and perhaps I'll give a bit more pleasure than pain. If not..."
 
Note to Lady Montebank:

Welcome home my dear. Enjoy your newest toy. I'll see you in your room later, be prepared for me my sweet. *s* R. reads the note on the foot of the rack/ slave bed.
 
She shivered as the cool chains temporarily draped against her hot skin. But that was soon remedied as everything was tightend. She was helpless and her heart began to beat faster... pain... it was a horrible word to most, but he made it seem as if it were a sweet treat.

That was not possible though, Pain by definition is unpleasant, a form of suffering and distress. And yet he believed he could make her beg for it... Her heart felt as if it would beat out of her chest. She closed her eyes at the mention of floggers. She couldn't believe he could do anything truely worse for punishment...

I prayed for Matthew to come rampaging through the doors. To sweep me up and take me far from this sadistic man and his tortures. It was bad enough he would do it, but he would describe it, and make me beg for it. God I wanted to say no.. to run away from this horrible place. But I couldn't move..

When he spoke I squeezed my eyes tighter, tears allready begining to form before he'd even done such a thing. I half nodded, I wanted him to be pleased enough that maybe he wouldn't hurt me as much. Maybe if I screamed, so he knew it hurt he would get off on it a lot faster. I braced myself as his arm raised...
 
Matthew stirred a little at the footsteps and he slowly opened his eyes. He looked around the room, his eyes squinting as he tried to focus on the figure beside him... woman... slowly her shape came into focus. A gorgeous figure.. then her outfit... definately interetsting. It must be the lady Montebank. He tried to rise up, but the chains held him fast and he was forced to stay down. He kept his eyes away from hers, instead found himself staring down towards her gorgeous legs, and occasionally resting on her exposed pussy.
 
I just don't understand these games. I've read though this post. Is it about power or is it about sex? I'm playing Socrates, but illuminate me.

I can never take orders.
 
Lord Roderick Montebank:

He'd taken two floggers from a chest along the wall and now held them so the scent of the leather tails filled her nostrils.

"Inhale deeply slave. I will train you to become wet and aroused from just the scent of leather. Leather that will be used to bind you, clothe you at times and very often give you pain.
"Now beg and hope I find it pleasing to hear as you very plainly tell me where you wish to feel the combination of pleasure and pain.
"Beg slave.
"Now."
 
OOC to lustforlife:

The Erotic Power Exchange Lifestyle, also called the BDSM Lifestyle is about both friend.
The submissive grants power to control her to the Dominant partner in the relationship.
Power is truly the ultimate aphrodisiac and so leads to sex. Pain stimuli causes endorphins to flow and when mixed with sexual stimulation will raise the plesaure level to places and intensity it's not possible to reach or achieve without that endorphin flow.

I hope that helps.
PP
 
OC: A combination of both, power, control, sex, and giving yourself completely to another person. (But as I'm new to this, probobally not the best person to ask) :)

IC:

She smelled the leather and her shoulders began to shake. Knowing the pain they would bring she couldn't control it...

"Beg. Now."

She was begining to hate that word...

"Please... "

She called out meekly,

"Please hurt me... hurt my back... my ... my ass... please beat me..."

She was begining to sob and her words were choked as she heard the whistle of the leather slicing through the air.
 
Lord Montebank:

He was very, very familiar with training slaves and introducing them to erotic pain so that they'd come to crave it and thrill as they experienced it.

The two flogger chosen were of soft and supple leather. The tails attatched to the shaped wooden handle were wide and would sting and also heat the skin, but any marks would indeed be temporary.

The combined effect of her helplessness, vulnerability, the sounds of the tails swishing through the air, their impacting her bare skin to sting it and heat it and the flesh and mucscles under it would all contribute to her arousal when combined with what else he'd be doing as it progressed.

*Splat* *Splat* over and over the tails kissed her back from just above her knees on both spread legs to her ass and the top of her back the flogger kissed her skin, her flesh over and over again until her lightly tanned skin was a hot red color and he free hand could feel the heat emmenating from it without touching her.

The heat what was sinking deeper and deeper into her, flowing through her body as the stings were shooting along her nerves from knees to back.

He pauses to watch her as she moves, listen to her and, inhaling deeply, smell her sweat and arousal as it fills the air around them.
 
The first hurt badly. The heat surrounding the initial marking soon spread along her back, ass, and thighs as he continued to reign down blows upon her. She yelped each time it hit... trying to beg for more, in hopes of it helping him to stop...

Soon, however, she hardly even felt the aweful sting... her back was nearly numb... her brain was pulsing from the overload of stimulation. Her breathing deepened as she felt the heat overtaking her entire body. Her blood was surging and her heart beating a mile a minute.
 
Lord Montebank:

Now it was the turn of the other flogger with fewer and lighter tails, and to begin the stimulation to add to her feelings and their intensity.

Reaching down to the bed he pulled up the end of the deep red silk bedspread after setting down one of the floggers.

The one in his other hand was swung and landed across the tops of both of her breasts. As the soft suede tails were dragged across the slopes of her tits and allowed to slide down to be dragged across both of her hard, straining nipples to tease them, the cool silk from the coverlet is raised to the top of her back and gently slid down it's heated expanse and then lightly rubbed all over her so very hot ass cheeks.

"Like that don't you slave? It feels wonderful doesn't it my little slut? The smooooth and cool silk on your hot skin and the supple and soft leather on your tits and nipples is wonderful isn't it?"
 
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Lady Montebank

Welcome home my dear. Enjoy your newest toy. I'll see you in your room later, be prepared for me my sweet.

A sweet, loving smile spread across Roselyn's face as she read the note left by her dear husband. Oh yes she would be ready. She was always ready for the attentions Lord Roderick saved just for her.

Lady Roselyn heard stirrings from the bed and turned her head to gaze at the figure lying there, his eyes averted from her face. She notice the place he had chosen to rest his gaze and a wicked gleam shone from the depths her green eyes. "You like what you see, boy? I sure hope so because you will soon be seeing much more of it from a much closer distance!" Her voice was soft, sultry, and deep.

She moved closer and knelt down near his head. "My, my but you are such a pretty one my pet", she whispered huskily in his ear as she lightly stroked her fingers down his cheek. Her fingers continued their explorations further down his body, as her nails began to scrape down his chest. The pressure was just enough to leave slight red lines without breaking the skin as her fingers traveled down his belly, stopping just before reaching the top his cock which lay flaccid against his thigh.

Her eyes drank in the beauty of him, but her brow furrowed as she gazed at his manhood. She shook her head, "My goodness, I am afraid this just won't do!" Roselyn grasped a hold of the flaccid member and began pumping it, her hand wrapped around it tightly. She smiled as she felt it begin to twitch and grow in her hand.

A grunt from him, not a very pleased one, caused her to loosen her grip and look closely at the object of her desire. Noticing the remnants of the angry red welts that were left there earlier, she spoke again. This time her tone was sweet and sympathetic, "Oh my! Did my husband punish you already?" Not expecting a reply, she continued, "Well then, let us see if Lady Roselyn can make it all better!"

Lady Montebank brought her face close to his awakening cock and breathed in deeply the scent of him. Her own excitement was mounting as she stuck out her tongue and ran it along the length of his cock as her hand gently squeezed his balls. She fondled, licked, and sucked him until she was satisfied his shaft had grown to its full size.

She stopped and looked at his face once again. "Oh yes, you are quite a big boy, aren't you? We are going to have such fun together! What is your name my pet?"

When no answer immediately came, she gave his balls a hard squeeze. She asked her question again more loudly, this time all traces of softness and sweetness was gone, "I said.. What is your name, my pet?"
 
Kyla's chest rose and fell quickly as he drew back. She was pleased to see it had left and was wondering if he were done with her. She should have known better. She gasped as the flogger flew around her front and smacked over her breasts. But at the same time a cooling sensation ran over her back, relieving the pain, and soothing her burning backside.

"Oh..."

She moaned lightly, the dual sensation of her nipples and the cool silk fabric causing her too close her eyes and simply enjoy the pleasure.

Lord Montebank:
Now it was the turn of the other flogger with fewer and lighter tails, and to begin the stimulation to add to her feelings and their intensity.

"Mnmmm... Yes master... much better... wonderful..."

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Matthew:

He noted her smile and was eager to please. He intended to be whatever she wanted him to be, avoiding her husbands sadistic demeaner. Not that this wouldn't be totally unenjoyable.

He pressed lightly into her delicate hand, softly moving his cheek against her upper arm and shoulder as she proceeded lower. Her skin cool from the outside air relaxed his warmer skin.

As he was complimented he lightly spoke,

"I am nothing compared to my new mistress."

His muscles tensed everywhere she touched. Her hand grasped suddenly and fiercely. The old wounds soon began to flare up again, and he grunted despite himself. But at her words he was much releaved... she was kinder and gentler... though she now wished Kyla would have had the same luck.

He was amazed as her lips encircled his manhood. He hadn't expected to be the one recieving the pleasure, certainly not first thing, but it was amazing. She had such a talent he was at his full length in no time. His cock jutting out proudly ahead of him.

He smiled lightly at her compliment his mind focusing on the pleasure she'd just given him. The sudden squeeze on his balls brought him quickly back.

"I'm sorry m'lady. Your slaves name is matthew..."
 
Lord Montebank:

"Good slave for there's more to come before you cum," he chuckled as the flogger was swung again and *Splat* landed on the undersides of both breasts, the impact driving them up so they bounce and jiggle as they settle again and the smooth silk slides up and down your back, and in the cleft between your ass cheeks down and over your anus then one hot inner thigh.
 
This time the whip didn't hurt half as bad... as a matter of fact she barely felt it. The silk attracted most of her attention as it slid down her ass and towards her sex...

Kyla was amazed to actually realise she was getting aroused from all this. She couldn't understand it... but she was and he knew it She closed her eyes as she felt the silk sliding up her inner thigh.
 
Lord Montebank:

Splat* Across her belly just below her heaving breasts.

Splat* Again at the top of her mons.

And still the silk rubs, teases as a fingertip is used to caress her tight and puckered ass hole with it.
 
She groaned louder, a mix of pain and pleasure. She had no idea what was happening, but she felt good and she knew what she wanted. She tilted her hips a bit, pressing her pussy closer to the hand that grasped the silken fabric
 
Lord Montebank:

*Splat* The left nipple and then *Splat* the right nipple feel the tails as they're kissed by the leather.

Then, as the tails are slid up and down on the aching nipples and crinkled areolea, "Beg me slut. Beg my slave and maybe..."
 
Lady Montebank

"Matthew" she repeated in a hoarse whisper. "Ahhh such a lovely name for such a lovely pet!" As she spoke, her fingers lightly stroked the smooth, soft skin covering his fully awakened manhood, gazing at the organ with wide, hungry eyes. Lady Roselyn could scarcely believe her good fortune as her pink tongue ran seductively across her full, sexy lips. "Mmmmm..." She purred, "'tis almost as beautiful as Lord Roderick's."

Roselyn moved again so that her lips were mere inches from Matt's very handsome face and whispered as if she were confiding to a girl friend, "My husband is a very wise man, you know. He...he knows things. He knows ways of giving pleasure of which one has never before dreamt. He has taught me and has shown me several, but I am still always learning new things. You, my pet, are here to help me learn."

With that, Lady Roselyn stuck out her wet, pink tongue and ran it ever so slowly around her captive's lips while purring as if she were a kitten lapping at a saucer of milk. She then stood, the glistening folds of her aroused womanhood only inches from Matt's gaze. "Now that I have tasted you, must have your first taste of your new Mistress. You must keep in mind, if you please me. I will, in turn, be sure that you will also feel pleasure" she said quietly as she straddled her knees on either side of his face on the bed. Lowering her body down to within reach of his mouth, she commanded sternly, "Now, my pet, drink of Lady Roselyn's sweet nectar!"
 
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