The New Maid

[Swashbuckler]

OOC:
This is a private thread for Ysandre and Swashbuckler. All are welcome to read, plese do.

IC:

Rodchester Thornburg, Esquire

I sat in the dining room looking out of the garden window, late december snow falling lightly over Regenct's Park. The cut of my dark tweed jacket hid the large and powerful arms beneathe the wool. I glanced at the ornate glit clock over the flames shrouded in black marble. In a few moments the new aquistion, the new french maid would arrive. A sinisterly cold smile crossed my lips. My pale blue eyes flashed with dark intrest in the glod framed looking glass. My well groomed blonde hair and mustache, perfectly disguised my cruel mind.

I passed the secret door to her new camber on my way to the sitting room and a sniffer of brandy and cigar before she will knock. Sitting down in the empty room, on a luxurious red velvt settee I roar with laughter, puffing the cigar to a smoldering glare.

 

[Ysandre]

Josette du Noir

Walking thru Regents park, such a dark and cold evening. Wearing my best blue dress, buttoned up the front with brass buttons, holding my only posessions in a single satchel. My heels softly clicked on the cobblestones, looking for the right number. I was to start my new job. Since I wasn't born to prepatory school I worked. The new maid for a very nice wealthy Englishman. The place was pretty at least. Straightening my long blond hair, and hat, smoothing my hands over my slim waist, checking my coat for loose threads, not sure why I was so anxious. Knocking on the door.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Rodchester

I heard the knock and slowly rose to my full hieght, swillling the rest of my brandy. I leaned on the mantle as I heard, John, my groom, answer the door. I listened intenly as the footsteps aproached from the hall. John's heavier tread upon the thick carpet. Another, sweeter and soft pad of another. My mind raced with lust as the door cracked open, slopwly.

There she was, her long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. Melting flakes glinting upon her glit locks. Her breasts swelling quietly beneathe her worn coat. She ushered herself in at John's urging. he shut the door softly behind her. I watched as she timidly turned at the sound, "Come here my dear," I said with a hungery smile. Offering her a small side chair. "Just set your bag of things down by the door andd hang up your coat," I instructed calmly pufing on my cigar. "Tell me, what is your name, little one?" I asked distractedly.

 

[Ysandre]

Josette

Greeted by the butler, enjoying the grace ofthe place, admiring the warmth. Walking thru the large wooden door, seeing him standing there in all his glory. Gazing at him up and down, admiring his tall stature and clean hair and inviting eyes. Lowering my lashes in respect, curtsying a low curtsy and taking off my coat. Turning slowly to hang it up, bending down to set my satchel down underneath, then standing and turning slowly back around. Approaching him eyes watching his black shiny shoes, looking up at him only briefly. Curtsying a low curtsy and stating clearly.

My name is Josette, I am here to be Your new upstairs maid.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Rodchester

I watch the roundness of her ass as she bends over her bag, my lips from a deliscious smile as she crosses befreo me. "Josette," i roll the name in the air with a smoke ring. "Yes, that will do quite nicely," I say aloud, to myself rather than to anyone else.

"Sit, Josette," I order indicating the chair. As she sits I quietly circle her. My eyes taking in all of her beauty. Her breasts, the form of her thighs beneath her skirts. I stop directly behind her, slowly I gather some of her locks between my figners, rubbing thier softness with interest. "Yes, you may work out well," I say quietly. Then instantly rising my voice to ful baritone, "But first, I think that I shall have to get you propperly attired for the duties you are to preform for me."

Taking a small drag upon the cigar and letting the smoke billow about her head with my words. Allowing the thick clouds of tobbacco to sink the word in, "Josette, my little pet," I say in a cloud. "Strip those rags from you this instant!"

 

[Ysandre]

Josette

Sitting in the chair as He asked, trying to keep my eyes forward, watching the dancing fire, thinking of the warmth and the plush of the chair. Listening to his circling, startled a bit at his reaching for my hair. Sitting straighter and adjusting my skirt. Eyes flying open at the mention of duties to perform. Trying to concentrate on his words.
A lump forms in my throat as his words sink in. Horrified and humiliated, yet knowing there was no other way. Standing slowly, looking at him up and down, the man that holds his future in my hands. Sighing softly, reaching for the small buttons of my dress, head down, hair covering my face, cheeks burning red, body flushed I unbutton. Sliding off the over dress, reaching behind me, arching my breasts out just a bit, to reach fully to unclasp my skirt, letting it fall to the floor. Sliding the warm fleece underskirt, and the lace petticoat off. Standing in my chemise, and slowly unlacing the collar and letting that fall around my shoulders. and finallydown my hips. Exposing my naked body for Your inspection. Cheeks flaming, a single tear sliding down my cheek. Standing, lashes lowered in respect. Nearly stammering out.

I would hope that this would meet the Master's approval.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Rodchester

I watched with hidden approval as she revealed herself. A part of my heart was dismayed that I was denied the pleasure of punishing her for not following my instruction, but in all I was quite pleased that the french lass was a true slut.

Her form was even better than I could have hoped for, as it delightfully bared itself before my starving eyes. When she was finished stripping, her golden locks slightly shrouding her flushing face. A tear sliding down just in veiw. Roughly I pull her face up to look upon its beauty with two cruel fingers upon her chin. "Your lovely hair hides too much, from my gaze, Josette," i whisper into her face as I ponder its fate. Turning my gaze away and letting her stew over my words for a moment. I pull a small, burgandy velvet cornette from my pocket, "Fix your hair with that, before I shave it off," I say with an air of impatience, "and fix me a brandy, go now!" I bark to her dragging the cigar.

 

[Ysandre]

Flushed, looking down, then feeling his fingers pulling my chin up, looking up into his eyes once more. Recognizing power and sighing softly. I take the cornett, and pull my hair back straight behind me modestly, letting it still sway against my back. The request for a brandy confuses me. The talk of properly attired, he couldn't mean this way. I looked down at my naked self, and then at him questioningly. Thinking "is this the proper attire that was spoken of?" Lowering my lashes in respect and looked around hoping the bar was in the same room.
Finding solace when it was just over to the other side of the chair, slowly, forcing my steps over to the bar, looking at the different alcohols, finding a brandy and a new snifter, pouring it. Not ever looking up at you, only going about my work carefully.
Forcing my steps and keeping my gaze on your shiny black shoes, taking the brandy over, handing it up to you and curtsying low.
I hope You find the brandy to Your liking.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Rodchester

Her hair pulled back, revealing her cheeks and breasts. I watched with interest as her ass followed her to the bar, her moment's hesitation over the bottles conjured a raised eyebrow to my brow. It was honest enough, she was unfamiliar with the arrangement of bottles, but her speed was noted for later. As was her immense beauty.

Her cheeks flushed as she kept her eyes low, handing the sniffer to my large open palm. "I hope You find the brandy to Your liking," Jossette said softly. Her voice barely containing a slight tremor. Taking a well rounded belt of the brandy, as I again circle Josette. A finger tosling her teathered locks. A hand rounding the swell of an ass cheek. A nose inhaling the fragrance of her neck. A trouser leg rustling across her exposed thigh. Two ice blue eyes, devouring all.

Rounding her full, and sweping my gaze from top of head, across the gentle nose. Rolling over quiet lips, tumbling down her chin. Sliding slowly over the sweep of her neck. Rounding both rising swells of her tender breasts. Savoring the flatness of her abdomen below. And below, her golden downy mound, so sweet, so perfect. So perfect, I granted myself a quick and gentle pat.

Descending across Josette's thighs and calfs, to her toes. Raising my eyes back to her lash hidden eyes. "Josette, my pet," I began flatly with a cloud of smoke, turning my back to her, as I shook her beauty from my mind's eye. "You will address me as Sir Rodchester, or Sir. You will be more prompt in your actions and preformance of your duties," Whirling around, my head lost in a circle of blue grey smoke. "If you do not comply, you will endure the consequences. Also, as for your things, all you require will e provided for you. I shall have those put out," I wave to the bag. "Since you have thus far pleased me, enough, I will grant you one item from your bag to keep. And up to two more if you can endure your first punishment, for being slow on the drink, well. Think on that before you answer, Josette," I cautioned taking a sip of brandy to give her mind a chance to grapple with the proposal before continuing. I shall have John, my groom, to whom you will refer to as Second; as he will tend to you in my abscence, or at my command. I shall have him remove your things shortly adn go and fetch a momento of me to you Josette. Until he returns with it, I shall leave thusly attired to,....please me," I say with a smile and a wave.

Drawing hard upon the cigar, "Josette, what would you have of your old life, one, or more...?" I ask as clam as a spring time breeze.

 

[Ysandre]

Josette

Circling slowly around me like a falcon on the hunt. Gazing at me, blushing from head to toe, breasts hardening under the glare, nipples perking up in the cool air. Gasping out at the touch on my ass, resisting the urge to jump as the soft material glanced across my thigh. Bowing my head in respect. Biting my lip and nearly jumping as Your hand moved to my downy triangle. Involuntary whimper escapes my lips.
Letting the words come to me, sink in, nodding at how to address. Eyes widening in surprise at my things put out. Gasping out loud, not sure of what to think. Hearing his words, listening to his words about me and punishment, but not comprehending fully.
A rock formed in the pit of my stomach, a lump formed in my throat, mentally running thru a list of my things, wondering what would I, what more could I possibly give up. Resolving myself to the Master, sighing softy and lowering my head, eyes gazing at the floor. Slowly stating.

Sir, if the service was not to your liking, and You feel punishment is in order, there is no need to bribe with personal objects. Allow Your lowly servant the meager satchel & my only possessions. You will punish me as You will or not. Name the punishment You choose to give.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Rodchester

I heard her gasp, and then recompose herself. "Sir, if the service was not to your liking, and You feel punishment is in order, there is no need to bribe with personal objects. Allow Your lowly servant the meager satchel & my only possessions. You will punish me as You will or not. Name the punishment You choose to give, Josette's soft and sweet lips voiced to my ears.

Thoughtfully, I extingushed my cigar as I sat down in my large red velvet chair. "You are so brave little one," I say with a frown on my face. Hiding the delight in my heart of her stalworthiness. "JOSETTE!!" I bark and snap my fingers in her direction. Seizing her attention fully. "You may keep the lot, if..." I paused here long enough for my words to take effect. "If you can endure this without a sound, or movement," I say as I slowly drag a bamboo cane, capped with an emense chunk of amber, entombing a South American insect inside its golden form; from the canister behind my chair. Holding it high and aloft for her to see, to know her fate. I wanted to see if she would even attempt such a toy, or if her love of her treasures would fall victim to fickle cowardice. The look in her blue eyes suggested otherwise, I grinned a cruel grin.

 

[Ysandre]

Standing there listening to his words, turning a ghostly white. Watching him pull the stiff cane, the amber sparkled in the firelight, the natural grooves of bamboo looked worn smooth. A feeling began in the pit of my stomach. A mixture of horror, and anticipation fills my body. My things, or my skin went thru my mind. Looking at him for a moment. A hard Master with dancing eyes. Flushing, bowing my head down, blushing more deeply as my hair no longer able to hide my face. Thoughts and sensations dance thru me, knowing fully I will cry. Swallowing hard, looking at him up and down, looking at the cane and resigning myself.

Your lowly servant will bend, and take the cane without movement, the sound of tears may come from my lips. But this one will not speak. It is only up to You when to begin Sir.

 

[Swashbuckler]

"Your lowly servant will bend, and take the cane without movement, the sound of tears may come from my lips. But this one will not speak. It is only up to You when to begin Sir." She said as she stepped forward. I slide a tall and rough velvet and lace covered ottoman across the deep carpet, "Would you be so kind, my sweet Josette, as to kneel and drape your delightful self over this then," I said as I rose to my feet. Gripping the cane like a sword. The amber jutting from the underside of my fist like a massive jeweled pommel.

I let her lay herself out. The lace nad velvet rubbing both rough and warm against her compressed nipples. I stepped behind Josette and admired her perfectly creamy ass. I tlited my head to the side, a broad smile of cruelty flooding my face. With the bamboo tip of the cane I slide her thighs slightly more apart. Letting the length of the shaft gently stroke the insides of her thighs. Reaching up to thier nexsus, I drag the tip over her luscious petals. The cold bronze of the tip dipping inside exer so slightly, to her honeyed opening.

Drawing it up slowly, through the furrow of her splayed cheeks, the tiniest of a glistening trail I could detect. My eyes flashed, my fist tightened its grip as I slowly raised the cane over head and stepped to her left. "Josette," I began softly, the air whistling behind the word. With a crash of flexing bamboo and a perfect splash of flesh echoing through the room, I finished my question, "are you ready?" Her ass cheeks rippling still beneathe the blow, bamboo embedded deep into a flushing furrow across both cheeks.

Not waiting for a real answer, I swatted both thighs, hard adn fast. A glancing blow across her lower back. Another to her left cheek, one hard upon her right.

Then kneeling in behind her My left hand caressing every crimson mark. My lips kissing lightly on her heated flesh... Tongue trailing down the furrow of her ass, stopping only to ask, as my lips hovered against the hair of her opening petals, "How do you think you did, my luv, have you earned your reward?"

 

[Ysandre]

Josette

Sighing in small relief and watching as He moves the ottoman for my comfort. Closing my eyes for a moment, kneeling down and lifting my ass, laying across the ottoman in a way to allow access to any part he wished, moving my hair to fall to one side exposing my back for his play as well. Opening my thighs to the encouragement of the cane, sighing softly and also arching my ass a little more upward, body blushing crimson as the cane touches sweet tender spots. Biting my lip as it invades lightly, opening me up. Exposing me, turning a darker shade of scarlet, lowering my head in humiliation.
He said my name and i looked up just in time to hear the sound of the cane in the air before striking me. Biting my lip quickly, gasping out, hips pressing against the ottoman involuntarily. Lowering my head, closing my eyes, the first is always the worst, and it's over. Sighing softly as my skin enflamed.
Hard quick strikes took my senses away, heat enveloped my body, welts raised on my ass, and the sting spread to all my nerves. Every movement of cool air exciting me. Tears ran down my cheeks, closing my eyes at the blows, not sure wich one hurt worse. A single soft sob escaped my lips, in a whisper. Biting my lip harder, nearly tasting blood on my toungue. Shivers in the pit of my stomach excited my senses, a caress of bliss shook over my body, blows now creating an enduring heat more than pain. Sinking into the heat and letting my body ride the fever wash that takes me.
His hand caressed my reddened ass, lighting up every welt and red mark. His touch was cooling to my skin, gasping again softly as hot breath excites my senses. His words come to me like music. Not daring to speak, not daring to move, caught in panic for a fleeting moment then sighing softly, lowering my head, arching my hips toward his lips a little, letting the merest hint of a pleased moan escape my lips. Showing with my body the excitement His cane brought, and the hopes of a reward.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Rodchester

Josette's hips rise, her glistening lips press to my own. My tongue stabbing deeply, savoring her nectar. Grabbing her hips in my hands; the cane and my fingers gripping her skin. My nose nestling deeply in the furrow of her ass. My tongue exploring her channel's delights. Lips grinding upon her lips. Rigid chin crushing her tiny sensitive beacon of bliss. Josette's cream soaking my moustache as it rubs her folds.

My ears hearing her moans, my hands feeling her responsive movements to my direction. Twirling and lashing her xanadu with my nimble tongue. What a wonder she is, I thought to myself as I lost myself in the flood of her release. Teeth ripping Josette's bud, dragging, dragging her over the top.

I realesed her and kneeled back, she was panting and shaking with pain and passion's spent, "Josette, my willow blossum," I whispered sweetly, "clean my face, my dear one."

 

[Ysandre]

Josette

The first lick nearly startled my senses into jumping. Biting my lip, relaxing against the rough velvet, wanting to feel more. Pressing and arching back, letting Your lips devour all to my very center. Every nerve alive with lust for Your toungue, Your touch, Your caress, even the punishment. My body wracked with passion, grinding against Your lips. Breath quick and ragged, passion growing inside to the brink. The heat and pain and pleasure of Your toungue pushing my passions beyond the breaking point. Teeth pushing me over the edge and involuntarily crying out as orgasm envelopes my body. Eyes glaze over, tightening every muscle, energy exploding from every nerve.
Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Hearing You words in a distant fog my name the only comprehensible component, moving slowly, dragging my weak red body from the ottoman, barely aware of the impressions made in my skin from the material. Sitting up and turning, cheeks tear stained, eyes glazed, body wet, looking at You for a moment.
Sliding off the ottoman onto the floor, my knees touching yours. Starting to lick at first your chin, then around the sides of your mouth, licking and nipping the mustache hairs, licking eagerly along your lips, and then sliding my toungue down one last trail across your mouth. Fighting the powerful urges to invade Your mouth with my toungue, forcing myself to move carefully. Sitting back and looking at you quietly. Lust dancing in my eyes.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Rodchester

Rising to my feet, standing before your delicate face, "Well done, my blossum," I say, my voice hoarse with lust for you. "Now, you may finish me, Josette!" I instruct abruptly.

 

[Ysandre]

Josette

Looking at your powerful body as it rises before me, the material of your trousers nearly brushing my skin. Lust still filling my eyes, restraining myself from moving too eagerly to undo Your pants. Freeing Your shaft before me. Eyes lowered, snaking my toungue out to delicately lick the head, kissing it. Looking up at You for a moment, then engulfing Your shaft to the back of my throat. Sucking and pushing against Your hips. Holding Your balls in my hand, rolling them, playing with them, pushing against your hips with my lips. Engulfing and plunging against You slowly at first, then moving agianst You. The feel of Your hand at the back of my head encourages me. Moving faster against You, deeper, rubbing, licking furiously, hungrily, soft pleasure moans escape and vibrate Your shaft. Sucking and licking, and pushing agianst You. Intensity increasing, the grip of Your hand harder on my head, pushing me, encouraging me, forcing me deeper, pushing to the back of my throat. Swallowing hard, purring agianst You, sucking, moving, plunging and licking furiously.
The grip on my head tightens, the throb of Your shaft comes quickly. Your strong hand pushing my head all the way to your soft curls, sucking and licking, feeling Your powerful release down my throat. Licking up and down furiously, making sure not to spill a drop. Eyes closing during a final swallow, raking my teeth ever so gently up, satisfied that You are all clean and i've caught every drop. Releasing Your shaft lightly, kneeling back, lowering my lashes in respect, feeling the ottoman so close to my heated ass. Voice wracked with pain and passion, nearly stammering out.
Yes Sir

 

[Swashbuckler]

I give Josette's head a pat of aproval as I turn towards the door, "Josette, my blossuom," I say flatly, "If you would gather your things from your former life and follow me I should be delighted to show you your quarters." I snapped my figner to puncuate my words. I strode to the door and waited for her to follow. I tapped my foot once as she gathered her things hastily.

Smiling, coldly I lead her to the dining room. I glanced at her eyes as I paused near the mantle. Snow still falling past the large window. I saw that the gardener was out shoveling the stones of the garden path, he did look so cold. I smiled and turned to Josette. "My Willow Blossum," I began nonchalantly gesturing to the gardner shoveling out the window. "Set your thigns aside," I said as she laid dwon her bag and coat, softly.

"Now, go to the window, rap upon the glass until the gardener notices you. At that time I want you to clean all the dew from the panes with your nipples. I want you to pleasure yourself as you clean. Should you leave any streaks. Should you not release yourself, or should you loose the gardeners attention before you should finish. You will be punished. Josette, indicate your understanding of all that I have said, and the tend to your tasks." I instructed as calmly as if I was asking for another cup of morning tea. My eyes devouring her body's flush at my words. The ticking, ticking, of the gilt clock on the mantle the only sounds as I looked for her response.

 

[Ysandre]

Josette

Quickly moving from my knees, gathering my dress in my hands and picking up my satchel. My ass still sore, and pleasure still strong. Following to the dining room, stopping just behind. Hearing your request and gasping, horror and shock fill my eyes. Stand at the window?!? The thoughs of the cold, the humiliation, the gardner watching my every move, the shock of who else might be able to watch. Then the deep fear set in, touch ~myself~?! STuttering out suddenly and desparately.
No! I can't!

His eyes turned cold as he gazes at me. His grip tightened on the cane.
Are you refusing me?
I shook, tears fillded ny eyes, I stammered out.
Please.. I..but.. I .. please
He tapped the cane and cut me off.
You realize I can cane you again? Or take your things? It woudln't do to anger me.
His voice was tight, commanding.
You dare the punishment?
He tapped his cane
Tell me Josette!


I shook, tears streamed, looking up at your eyes, falling to my knees, thru sobs screaming out
I've never touched myself!
His eyes narrowed, his shoes shuffled along the floor, a cruel smile played at the corner of his lips. Silent sobs wracked my body collapsed over my things on the floor.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Rodchester

Josette's crumpled heap of a sobbing form was a deliscious sight for me to behold. I stopped, looming over her, savoring every sob that reached my ears for a long moment. Her back exposed fully, as she draped herself over her things. She had already endured much for them, they seemed prescious to her. A cold as ice grin spread across my lips, my fingers tighted thier coils about the cane.

"John!" I shouted, my voice urgent and full of power and venom. Josette's head lifted a bit at the bark. Just as the cane landed hard across her shoulders. The hardest blow she had yet, experienced. She must be taught that refusal of my whims carried a dear price. By the third bite of the bamboo upon her back, John arived at a hastened walk. The tails of his coal black jacket trailing in his wake. "You called, Sir?" he asked calmly. His eyes lowered. revealing nothing of the scene.

I drew a breath and pulled the saffron handkerchief from my breast pocket, "Yes, john, it would seem I have been denied a pleasure. We are in need of some instruction I think," I said as I paused her caning, dobbing at my brow. "Take her, take this one john. Take her down to the instruction room. Place her so she can be instructed to touch herself...," I hissed coldly. "I shall be down shortly to join you. But first I shall have to do something with her trifles. Go now," I finished with a dismissing wave of the cane.

josette, whimpered fiercely as her body would allow as john drug her to her feet by the hair, in one swift and rough movement. Her hands flew to her tormented scalp. The cornette dislodged and her hair disheveled itself form its bindings, partially. With a laugh, as she cast a mournful glance at her bag, I laid a backhanded stroke of the cane full across her breasts. Just missing her scrumptious nipples. With that john, drug her fully towards the mantle of the dining room. I pulled out the tiny key and thrust it visciously into the cracklike keyhole in the mantle's ornate carved surface. With the tiniest of a creak the wallpapered secret door cracked itself open. john used a toe to open it. To reveal the dark and narrow, candle lit stone steps that led down under the house. As john disappeared with josette into the bowls of the house, I shut the door locking them both in. I turned and laughed boisterously at the rumpled, tear stained pile of her coat and satchel. I gathered them up personally and departed upstairs, to secret them away and change into something more apropriate for instruction.



The great ironshod door creaked rustilly announcing my enterance into the instruction room. john waited patiently in the far dim corner. he had lit the candles and oil lamps, and the air was full of their earthy odor. The stone's of the chamber were damp with condensed dew of winter. The air was almost chill enough to see one's own breath. I walked to the haplessly hanging josette. The tears still slick on her face, her marks beautifully displain to my eyes. her left hand was stretched above her head. Manacled at the wrist and suspended from a wenched chain; that lifted her off the ground to where she balanced on toes alone. her legs spread with a haft of hickory that ended in manacles, securing her ankles. josette's right hand was drawn full against her sex. her wrist bound with a leather shackle, strung to a thick course rope that had been expertly placed as to open her lips to its tight caress. The teather was held tight by its attachment to an iron block, probably weighing more than josette herself, that lay heavy on the stones a foot behind and below her striped ass.

I circled and closely inspected her secured form. Titching the the rope with a finger, I found that its caress had already began to wet it from her leakage. "Well done, john," I said without looking in his direstion. "Thank you Sir," he quickly, but quietly replied. Stepping to the side, "Come here john," I hissed into josette's ear. "I want you in the light, so that the two of you may watch one another. john, strip for our newest," I ordered. gingerly taking josette's chin in my fingers, "josette, my sweet, we are going to play a little game. A game to instruct you on the virtue of touching yourself. You will each watch one another fully, as you brign yoursselves to passion. The first to close their eyes will taste my lash. The first, to spill will taste my wrath fully. If either of you falter in your endeavors to please yourselves, youu will also taste the lash fully," I said calmly, my eyes secreted behind the sackcloth of the hood. I roughly turned her face towards the rapidly stripping form of john. "you may begin," I said as I uncoiled the long bullwhip from my belt and folded my powerful arms across my chest as I leaned back on the horse to enjoy the spectacle before me unfold.

 

[Ysandre]

Josette

the sound of Your sharp voice startling me, looking up to see the cane coming at me, ducking back. Trying desparately to not cry out at the hard blow, feeling my back enflame, knowing it's left a deep welt, biting my lip. The other blows left reminders of the power of the first, each welting my back in their own right. Crying out as i'm drug up by my hair, closing my eyes, and biting my lip.
Fear gripped me as i was hoisted and the secret door revealed. The tunnel was only lit by a single oil lamp, and tho the hall was short the walk felt like it took an eternity. The iron creaked, and the house seemed to give to it. Instant cold hit me. I was hung from my wrist, and a shaft spreading my ankles attached, my right hand drug down against my body, my own heat causing me to blush furiously.
He came down wearing black pants, black boots, a loose silk black shirt, and a sackcloth hood. A foreboding power to his stature. He circled me like a vulture. He played at the rope and my body winced for more, my blush deepened, shame came across my face. His touch snapped me from thoughts, His fingers soft, gentle, guiding. His words hurt, thoughts entered my head, and I watched.
John wasn't an extraordinary man by any means, but handsome enough, I watched his calm face, his eyes didn't look away from me, they were dark, soft, giving, & so needing at the same time. It wasn't an exotic strip he didn't go out of his way to hold anything, or show anything, but nonetheless I licked my lips. His chest a light coat of hair, his hips shook with wiggling and caused his ass to tighten, I heard a sound in the distance unrecognizable, possibly imagined and pressed my finger to my own heat. First running my hand thru my own hair, and watching as John finshed his strip and knelt. I watched him touch his own shaft, growing already his leggs apart and he nearly leaning back on pillows. I thought of his shaft and where I'd put it, fingers involuntarily moving. I watched as he stroked up and down, bit my lip my nipples got hard and I thought of him kissing them, stroking my own wet held sex, lost in thoughts of this man before me. Watching every move, every stroke, every touch, pushing my fingers against my pussy, barely aware of my own ragged breath. He built sweat upon his brow, his shaft throbbed, I rubbed and delved and pushed against myself and a twinge went thru my core. Something I'd never felt before.
I pressed again to that delicious spot and felt it burn once more, looking down at my own body hanging before me, dripping, ragged sobs escaping my lips, manipulating to hit it more, looking up at John seeing he is as ready as I am gazing into his frantic lust filled eyes, licking my lips as we both cry out to the Master.
Ppppppllllleeeeeaaaassseeeee

 

[Swashbuckler]

Rodchester

They both screamed, and I said nothing in reply. john's thick stream lept from his cock, landing hotly across jossete's stomache. In the same instant, josette's entire body shook with culminated passion. Both gasping for breath as their erruptions subsided. An unseen smile cracked my lips beneathe the sackcloth of my hood.

"A tie, how sweet, my pets," I hissed taking a step towards them. Pinching one of josette's nipples, harshly as I reached the pair. "Since, niether of you outlasted the other, you both have lost," I said in judgement of the game's mutual culmination. john's head was bowed in defeat, "john, lower her down and tie her up to the cross. When you have her prepared, take your place next to her. I am disappointed in you john, I expected that you could resist such a sight," I admonished, his cheeks paling in dismay at my words as he worked the wench to lower josette to the ground with a mechanical clanking of chain and gears.

As he releashed josette's wrists and ankles, I kissed the marks upon her joints, my tongue swirling arond the tips of her moistened fingers, savoring the evidence of her desire. Releasing her fingers and following as john led her to the cross, "josette, I am very proud of your release, my blossum, " I whispered into her delicate ear as she was strung up anew.

Once john had her teathered and himself standing at her side, I struck. The lash fell hard across john's shoulder, leaving a sting of crimson. The second blow fell hard upon josette's left cheek. And so it went. Trading blowseach swung stronger and faster than the last. When both were gasping and dripping with sweat, I calmly walked over and placed the lash on the wall quietly. As I drew the heavy door open with a loud creak, I turned and called over my shoulder, "john, release her and send her to me in the servants quarters. I shall arrange a bath to ease her skin," shutting the door behind me I climbed the small secreted stairwell. Leavign the door just ajar so that my pets could return to the house propper behind me.

 

[Ysandre]

Josette

panting softly, closing my eyes in bliss for mere moments as Your commands came. Wincing lightly at Your touch. Sighing softly, barely hearing words around me, body turned deep crimson in realization of what had just happened. Relief and shame overtook me as John once again tossed me around like a rag doll.
The softness of You hands, the warmth of his kisses the warmth and shivers his toungue brought to my body, his words, "proud".. how long had it been since i'd heard that word. Wanting only to fall to my knees at his feet, yet being denied as John once again secured me. Hardwood under fingernails, well hewn smooth spots under my hips. Startled a bit as John took up position with both hands crossed at the end of my right hand.
The sound came, he winced only once. Jumping nearly as the blow landed on my own cheeks. I'd been punished, paddled, spanked, flogged, cropped, welted, and caned in various ways for most of my adult life. But to have this man stand here, free as I was tied, for His command was unnerving to me. John was so calm as the blows landed yet i wanted to cry out, the welts enflamed, my skin burned, my nails dug into the wood beneath me, and he took every strike. Something came over me, i sank, i felt the heat enflame my skin, shivers took my body, John's hard shaft standing at attention were the last coherent thoughts and I screamed, orgasm flooding my body as I'd never felt before.
The lash stopped, John's sweating body stood still, Your words came to me, bath...warmth..water...feelings of comfort came to me from Your voice, I gladly fell into John's arms. John lead me up the stairs, and guided me thru the long hall and a darkwood door, the smell of rose and lavendar came to my nose. The sight of a double wide tub on lion's leggs claws outstretched, porcelain and steam arose to my eyes. Sighing softly and looking around, saying out timidly.
this one is here as requested Sir.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Rodchester

Sitting on a low chair as john shows josette in, the air full of steam from the freshly drawn bath. The tub filling the room with the scent of rose petals and spice, from its bubbling depths. I wave john out of my sight silently as I rise. He bows low and pulls the doors shut, leaving josette to my care. I circle her naked form, taking in her every curve and mark. Standign behind her I genly kiss her left shoulder as I gently take her right hand and lift it from her side, pointing our joined hadns to the bubbled water of the claw footed tub, "Please, my blossum," I whipser to her ear as my lips reach it with the lightest of kisses. "Yes, Sir," she responds quietly, a barely detectable shudder from her baod as I press against her back side. My interest evident as she takes her first step toward the tub.

As josette, lifts her right leg to step over the high wall of the tub; I slide my hand down the curve of her ass and across the underside of her thigh, assisting ehr genly intot he tub. My hands savoring every gentle touch of her skin as I help her slip into the heated, bubbled water of the tub. My hand s sliding up her sides as I set her down.

I gently lean her back, my figners on her shoulders, lowering ehr neck to the rim of the porcelin. Brushing her golden lock into a cascade over the rim of the tub, inhaling ther scent as I kneel behind her head. Leaning over her face, I lock her into a deep kiss. My fingers gripping her shoulders, my thumbs rubbing the back of her neck against the rim of the basin.

Breaking our kiss and taking a deep breath trying to steady my lust. I pick up a large soft sponge and plunge it into the bubbling depths of the tub, dragging it out of the water by pressing it hard across josette's submerged skin as it climbs to the air with a bubbly arival. Rubbing it across josette's shoulder, lathering them full. Dipping it slightlybeneathe the surface, taking great care to lather her breast, feeling the porous surface of the sponge dance across her nipple, coaxing it to stand proud.

josette' lips part in a gentle purr as she leans into my hand. Smiling broadly and kissing her neck I move onto her other breast, eliciting a silent gasp as her eyes close. Lathering josette's oppisite shoulder, caressing her marked skin with the hot soapy sponge.

Taking her hand to assist her, "Rise up josette, my blossum," I say quietly, my voice hoarse with lust as I help her stand in the tub. Latherign the sponge in the bubbled, scented water, I begin from the top of her shoulders. Genlty warming every mark, scrubbign her flesh to a bubling shine. Gliding down to her well marked ass. Lathering and caressing both cheeks in turn, savoring the healing power of a bath upon her red striped creamy skin. Trailing down the backs of her abused thighs, cleaning nad rejuvenating. Slowly climbing back up the insides of josette's thighs towards her delights. Refreshing the sponge I round the tub to face her, my clod blue eyes burning upon the droplets tangled in her down. A grin forms across my face as I silently instruct, "josette, my blossum, part your legs for me," I hear the water gently rustle as she complies while I reach into a small cabinet, withdrawing a few needed items. Turning around I continue, quietly, "My blossum, I would suggest you do not move," I say as I hold up a straight razor to flash in the bright lamp light.

My eyes watching the fear of the unknown welling in hers. "Now my sweet, know that I will protect you as long as you do my will. I have been very proud of you, thus far. Do not move!" I emphasize as I lather her downy mound and lips with the hot soapy sponge. Dropping the sponge into the water with a splash, I begin gliding the cold, sharp steel across her skin. Golden curls gathering in soapy prison on the blade. With aflick of the wrist, I clean her curls. Leaving a neatly trimmed golden mound. Her lips wiped clean with gentle strokes, josette's legs shaking, but not collapsing. Sitting back, inhaling her scent, and admiring my handiwork; my fists tightening on the razor's handle and wringing the sponge dry. Handing the spnge to josette, "My blossum, now, finish washing yourself. Show me with this sponge what you have learned today about pleasuring yourself," I say with a husky grin as I stand before her folding my arms across my chest.