Music. It's a beautiful thing. The way the woodwind and brass sections took those breaths while the instrument at their lips continued to evoke faultless intonations across phrase after phrase of harmonic melody.  A musician and a conductor was very attune to breathing, to change in rhythm, pitch, and especially syncopation. The meter of the sound to the time of the beat, the catching of a breath. It was said that Zubin Mehta could tell if a flute note was sharp or flat simply by the rise and fall of the flutist's breasts.<br/><br/>Tristan GoodFellow had studied under a protégée of Zubin Mehta's at the London Philharmonic for two years. After the introduction of the breasts phenomena, wind and brass instruments became his passion. Women chorus ran a close second.<br/><br/>GoodFellow was no stranger to breasts. He enjoyed the rich tones evoked from their owners when touched in certain combinations. He was attempting to work Astrid into a small escaping sound during his initial meeting with Astrid's beautiful young breasts.<br/><br/>Ah, Tristan thought, noting an infinitesimal external change in breathing response.  Close. Very close.<br/><br/>It was important to extract this sensual pleasure from her. It would go part and parcel with pain in an intoxicating and addictive way. Pleasure first. Pleasure out the submissive  control. It made it easier to introduce pain. Much easier to introduce giving and taking pain and pleasure by a Master.  All without any ability to withhold, any ability to control her body's natural uninhibited response to so great a primal need.<br/><br/>First the fire. His mouth building it on her breasts and nipples. However, that is where the pain would be set. So there had to be a shift. A promise that pleasure could accompany pain and coexist with that same smoldering heated intensity.<br/><br/>Ergo the wall at her back. The leash connected to her pinch collar to keep her in place as he added another level of heat to her current discomfort.<br/><br/>Did her cheeks color slightly? Pleasure or embarrassment he wasn't sure.<br/><br/>His mouth suckled her other nipple. His jaws drawing her in and out of his mouth deliciously slow.  His one hand moved to pinch and roughen the wet nipple that coned so nicely. Keeping it ready for the clip as he chewed the one in his mouth.<br/><br/>He added a new dimension. His finger tips along the fabric along her mound. Brushing lightly as his mouth teased and swirled her nipple. His fingers pressed the fabric into her heat. Circling along to waken her clit from her maiden hood. He did not slip under her clothes. He simple wanted enough contact to warm her gentle without having her too frantic on the first contact.<br/><br/>Breathless. He was hoping for breathless and demanding.  He stop very soon. When she was Music to his ears.<br/>