"Good day, did you sleep well, Milady?" he enquired, watching her standing on the threshold of the library.
"Yes MiLord, well enough thank you; did you sleep at all ?"
He chuckled " I need little sleep Milady. I hope that last night was not too tedious for you?"
"Tedious?"she looked puzzled. "No, MiLord. I just could not keep my eyes open any longer."
"The Chatelaine was delighted to meet you."
"As I was to meet her."
"A happy encounter then."
"I didn't realize she was inclined to control as you are MiLord?"
"Did you not see the excitement in her face when I gave her that cane?" he smiled.
"Yes, Milord....but at first she protested."
"I have given her permission to approach you when I am abroad, touring the estates."
"It will be nice to chat with her."
"I thought you might enjoy her chatting and I hope you will support her too?"looking wide eyed at her.
"Of course MiLord."
"I would kiss your cheek for that," he smiles. "Milady........?"
"......and I would accept it happily?"
"Come to me, then," he comanded. He did not hear her amidst the books of the library that obscured her visage from him. He tapped impatiently on his chair.
"You tarry, Milady?
She walked in through from the hallway to the library. She gazed at the books lining the many shelves, pausing to appreciate a title or two and then moving quickly towards MiLord.
"Are you lost in a dream, dearest?" he frowned
"I had just noticed a book MiLord... I love the fancy binding," she shrugged in apology. " I
just picked it up on my way in MiLord.. not sure what the contents are.. but libraries to me.. can be so beautiful, powerful... so much information."
"There seem to be hours upon hours packed into pages that line these walls.. its a little awe inspiring."
He glowed proudly at her: " I have a love of books, a love of knowledge and I thirst for it too Milady. There are many volumes in Miramur."
She stepped up closer and settled to her knees at his feet.
"Yes, I see that I shall have to visit here often MiLord."
"Milady is most welcome." He looked down at her and stroked that brunette head of hair. She leaned her head to the side to enjoy that soft caress.
"I am a gentle Master, Milady. A soft caress says more to me than the brutalisation of a submissive."
She smiled softly:"Well, a soft caress feels much nicer too, Milord."
"Come on my knee dear subbie - t'is not fitting or comfortable for you to stay at my feet too long."
She rose and settled into his lap. She sank in deeper, her hip pressing softly into the lap. She settled back into his embrace and lay her head upon his shoulder. He paused a while and gazed around towards the tapestry covered walls.
"Do you learn to like Miramur then, dear?"he enquired
"Yes, MiLord.. it is growing on me.."
"There is a lovely courtyard through yonder french windows where I watch and gaze down on the port. It makes a change from looking up at the hills," he smiled.
She looked up.. noticed the line of his jaw.. and followed it up towards his ear. Then, listening, watching and drinking in his eyes, she saw them sparkle as he spoke. She felt that looking out the windows was like gazing out into a picture frame.. and here in Miramur, each window seemed like a work of art.
"MiLord - ports, hills.. and bountiless beauty surrounds us."
"Indeed it does, my dearest, indeed it does", the light on his green eyes sinks into her lovely brown ones. He knew that every window is a picture and every picture tells a story.
"There are grounds too and woods, but all is not beauty. There is danger and there are brigands here - so do not stray beyond there bounds without escort and protection, Milady?"
She was drifting from him, eyes closing slightly, drifting, .... then refocusing back into those penetrating eyes of Milord.
"What are brigands.. and where are the bounds?"
"Brigands are......on the look out for spoils and precious ladies from this palace. There are wolves too and they are known to have a taste for submissive flesh."
"Past the clearing?.. into the woods MiLord?"
"There are no bounds to this realm save those that you and I and the other inhabitants choose to set."
"Yes, MiLord."
"You will come to trust me in time," he cupped her face in his hands and gazed at her lovely complexion. She smiled, a soft escape of sound breathing over her lips. "To this master any intelligent or witty women is a creature of beauty. Many call on him in this place and few are chosen...."
"So that would mean... there have been many chosen Milord?....or few rejections and few chosen?" She giggled fondly.
"You play with my words, you naughty pet."
She smiled brightly, a wicked spark in her eye: "Oh no MiLord.. just wondering. I see.. hence the many doorways along the corridor near my chambers MiLord?"
"Yes, they have tarried a while and then been shown to the port and travel in distant lands."
"I hope my mind does not move down the wrong path."she said, resting her head again upon his shoulder.. and moving in closer.. soft lips pressing up against the warmth of his skin. "And was what your path, Milord before you settled here?"
"I was a troubadour, Milady, drumming my way across the provinces before I settled on this haven."
"A nice profession MiLord," she teased. "How the mighty are risen."
"Ye-es - how very ingratiating of you - yes indeed a drummer - gives one strong arms for the chastising of submissive bottoms."
"Yes.... I remember well.. the forearms...."
She laughed and fidgeted slightly, moving a bit in his lap. He ran his hands down the small of her back and she trembled slightly.
"Are you in discomfort Milady?"
"Just fidgety, MiLord," she smiled, swinging her legs a little.
He touched her robe over her soft bottom, very lightly:" I trust the welts from last night do not itch still?"
"They are small but they are still there," she remembered the cane, as his hand smoothed over the welts. "Well.. MiLord.. may I stand?"
"Perhaps a little soothing cream or balm might help - of course, stand by all means, Milady."
She slips down from MiLord's lap and stretches a bit. Then turning her back towards him, she peeks over her shoulder with a coy smile, ever seeking more....
"Lay down over the couch, Milady, " he insructed, pushing gently as the silken white robe worn over the bare skinned girl, draped softly over her shoulders...
"Yes, MiLord."
"And remove that robe, if you please," he frowned and watched her stand and rise to walk towards him. Then turning , she was walking towards the couch, letting the robe slip further, so the Master sees the curves of a strong back, hips gently curving out, catching the soft robe just as it slips to the floor. She bends and the Master observes a firm, well rounded bottom. She picks up the robe to fold it tidily.
"What a lovely sight Milady.....you are a pretty pet."
She shakes her head slightly, enjoying the sweet tease of the silken ends brush over the exposure of her back... shoulders resting as my hands smooth over my skin, turning towards him to sit back into the couch
She blushes a 'thank you MiLord'.
"....And a pleasure - lay on your belly - for I would sooth you," his hands rising upwards over toned silken thighs, creamy white skin, warm with the rush of energy throughout his body. She lay forward and felt her breasts rest into the curve of the couch. He knelt down by her side and kissed her forehead gently. He could not resist looking up and down her pert body, wondering at your lovely form
"It was a fair wind that brought this lovely creature to these shores," he thought to himself, resting his chin into the back of his hand. She murmured warmly as his hands absent mindedly stroked her, running slowly down her back, touching and caressing. He admired her fingernails well painted and not too long, creamy gold color, setting off a fair girl's complexion. She fought the urge to arch up into the sweet caress, a burning passion always simmering deep within her. He could feel the ripple of her muscles as she relaxed and murmured warningly:
"Ye-es rather pretty -just dont paint them as we delve into matters of your flesh," and he smiled.
She pressed her hips into the couch a little more, listening, then smiling and looking teasingly at her feet, wondering if a pedicure is out of the question. He reached for a herbal salve at the side table and then touched the cool cream to her rounded hindquarters.
"Mmmmm ohh Milord.. that's cold.. but feels very nice."
He slapped her gently and tut-tutted under his breath: "you - are a bad girl."
"Oooh...."she grinned " .....yes, but of course, MiLord."
He turned away and looked over towards the cabinet at the martinets, floggers and assorted canes and paddles - meaningfully. She followed his gaze, unsure what half the interesting objects are. Then she brought her knees up under her...her cheek still pressed into the softness of the couch. He grumpily returned to smooth the cream into her backside, thinking that she would find out the purpose of those instruments in due course.
"I could learn new uses for them myself, as time goes on," he warned as he ran a finger down the soft crack between the rounded hills of her bottom cheeks - gazing at the pleasant aspect. "This view is almost as picturesque as the view from the dining room where we played with another pet last night."
She turned, so she could look towards MiLord to check whether he was being serious. She sees he is in playful mood and closes her eyes as the sweet caress trailed over her body. She started as he rests a finger on the delicate pucker between her nether cheeks and pressed in gently.
"This is a source of pleasure to you, Milady?"
"It is an unexplored source of pleasure.. sometimes I might say.. it is not.. sometimes.. given the right circumstances.. it might be... it is still unknown to me really, Milord,"she responded hesitantly.
The only sound in the room is her gentle exhalation - the only sound save a the echo of a lonely lark singing the end of summer outside the window. The Master pushed his hands under her soft frame to touch the rounded breasts that lie crushed against the couch. She reached forward with her fingers gripping the edge of the couch pillow, in anticipation, almost fearful of her apparant excitement being detected. He cupped the soft mounds in either hand - they fit the palms well - or do they seem to overflow, he wondered to himself, as if in a dream.
"Mmmm they would most likely overflow MiLord" she interrupted his thoughts. "There is nothing boyish about me."
"How very fetching I'm sure...."pulling his own shirt over his head and tossing it to a nearby chair.
"My dear - you are, if i may say so, exquisite," he took more salve from the pot and running it across the fading stripes on her sweet backside. She turned to lay on her back... hands over her head.. and stretching.. then relaxing her hands into the centre of her stomach, grinning:
"I hope that salve will not stain this lovely couch..." and obligingly lifted up her bottom. He slipped a hand down to rub her inner thigh gently and cupped her sex in his hand. She murmured quietly, deep within herself as he stroked the soft mons. He stood to move to her lower regions and ran hands up and down the willing waiting thighs, hips, calves and lovely ankles. He bent down to place a soft kiss on her delicious tush, listening to her breathing. She blushed as he moved closer..her exposure a bit overwhelming. She closed her eyes and just relaxed into the sensations that her body sent through her, causing her to breathe deep and shallow at the same time.
She looks back to admire and sits down next to him, perched on the edge of the couch. He runs a hand once more down her curvacious form, leaving her tosink deeper into the couch, leaning slightly forward. then back.
He rubbed her slowly and spread a hand around her neck - his lips came down to hers and made to kiss her. She received the soft kiss openly and willingly, savouring the brush of moist lips. His tongue slid between her lips , teasing her and her mouth becomes his ... responding with passion. Her glorious flesh is pushed against his chest and her breathing rises to a still faster pace. Her arms wrap around his broad upper body, pulling him in closer, lifting herself closer.
He moved to kiss her cheeks, her neck and then descending, leaves butterfly kisses along the arching neck. Then he paused, listening to her purring softly, eyes closing as her mind follows his mouth's path, as it reached down to take the bud of that left nipple in his mouth, to taste, to suckle and to enjoy. He soothes it with a soft caress - licking and teasing - tasting the tempting morsel and moving now to the neglected twin fleshy hillock.
She lifted her back, feeling the surge of excitement shoot directly through her centre, before raising her head to kiss him firmly. She placed her head against his chest to listen to the steady rhythmic sound of that heartbeat and brings her feet up onto the couch, knees bending up closer to him than ever before. He is otherwise occupied, descending now over that smooth stomach, that soft belly my lips tasting the slight tangy saltiness of your flesh as his hands remain cupped around those rounded contours, holding her and playing with the erectile tissue, delighting in the acquisition, for he feels that he begins to take some control, almost ownership of his sweet companion.
She murmured to herself and gazed down at the top of his bobbing head as her body screams with anticipation, excitement moistening the inner self... knees parting timidly...and she breathes out the words.. "yessss MiLord".......
His head descended to those parted thighs to lick and kiss and give the girl a pleasuring there with his practiced mouth. She moaned softly as his lips kissed the most treasured place deeply, her mind swirling with pleasure. He entranced her by a tide of lapping at the moist haven, circling a tongue around her love bud and spreading her knees further. Soon her thighs were trembling with the feel of such stimulation, almost virginal in her delight - the moistness wetting a path along her crevices making her very aware of her excitement as she reached out to touch him.
She gasped as his finger found her little love bud. He moved it, licked it, and slid it back to find her centre, moist and welcoming. As he circled it with his finger, she began to moan, or hum, he really can't tell which, his ears part blocked by the squeezing of her thighs.
She rocked her pelvis, his lips mesmerizing her love lips.. pounding waves of pleasure move through her..She knew it isn't long before she would pound into an incredible orgasm.. her heart and mind race forward gripping the locks of his thick hair..she began to ride that wave upwards.. fearful of his tongue stopping its incredible stroking. Her body is open and exposed. At this time she would do anything for the man mastering her - begging him never to stop.
She whimpered as he approached that point of no return. Ever closer. She began to press down on his fingers, making them slide in and out of her body. The moans became little cries of pleasure and her pace quickened. She put both her hands on his and pushed hard. Her head rocked downward and her back pressed against the fabric of the couch, damp with her perspiration. Her hips arched upwards and he could feel her compressing and releasing as she is ready to come, her voice making a low moaning cry.
She shook her head from side to side. So close - ready to explode around him. The stars shoot through her mind. He smiled at her, encouraging her passion, his hands playing with her sultry body and his lips teasing her gently as the fires of those starry heavens seemed to explode around her in an embrace that could last for a good day...
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