Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. Sark's Music with Frets in it <BDSM Extreme>
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				Title: <strong>Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. Sark's Music with Frets in it &lt;BDSM Extreme&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 00:49:33</strong>
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				"Music on the side," Jarid Sark told Charlotte as she sat gingerly. "I record music tracks at night."<br><br>He didn't smirk but he wanted to. He knew it hurt but how she was trying to sit carefully one cheek at a time tickled him. <br><br>"What shall it be. Tomato and cheese, Peanut butter and jelly or an egg and ham sandwich?" He asked pouring her a cup of tea and sliding the saucer to her. <br><br>"Mind it's hot," He motioned to the accoutrements. "Raw sugar and creme there if you like."<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 21:01:57</strong>
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				She smiled gratefully as he passed the tea across.&nbsp; She put in the milk and a single spoon of sugar, before stirring the cup a few times.&nbsp; She wasnt sure what she fancied.&nbsp; <br><br>"Ham and egg sounds good" she said, feeling a burst of hunger in her belly.&nbsp; "Music? Really?&nbsp; I love singing, and playing the piona, I have a nice voice, or so I have been told." She always used to get the lead parts in the school plays.&nbsp; She wasnt sure she would step on the stage again.<br><br>"I love singing so much, I miss it" she admitted quietly, happy they were discussing anything except anything sexual.
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 22:30:14</strong>
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				Jarid had heard the claims before. Those that wanted and tried. There was always a line of them at the auditions. Some who were actually good just not good enough.&nbsp; He held off judgment. Maybe later he'd let her have a go by herself. <br>He turned to the fridge for the ham.&nbsp; He might as well ask now and sort things out properly. "Piano." <br><br>The egg poacher out and ready. He dropped two pieces of ham in the other pan. Turned them both on. He reached for his tea to watch her. It was easy to see those who out and out lied. <br><br>He cleared his throat, "Do you sight read?"
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				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 22:47:47</strong>
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				She stood and walked around the room, not really paying attention to the surroundings.&nbsp; She just couldnt sit still.<br><br>"I can sight read.&nbsp; I have perfect pitch." She told him, and sang a scale.&nbsp; She had never had any serious vocal training, but the piano she had spent years learning.&nbsp; <br><br>"I have had piano lessons since I was four." She said, "my father plays, I went to ballet and piano lessons" she sighed, "singing wasnt a serious pastime" she told him, walking back to him, watching him.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 06:45:31</strong>
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				Her disclosure had peaked his interest. Piano. He found that very encouraging although he didn't put much into it. It was hear say until he heard her actually play something. Even so, if she had been playing there was potential. It might be possible to tap into it and have a go at what happens next. <br><br>He flipped the ham over. The poacher humming the eggs were ready. <br><br>"Eggs on your bread or to the side?"<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 18:24:37</strong>
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				She stood watching him, glad he was different to the other teachers she had encountered here.&nbsp; At least he seemed to be at the moment.&nbsp; She gave him a shy smile when he asked about the eggs.<br><br>"On the side please, I like to dunk the bread into the yolks" she told him, pushing a strand of hair from her face.&nbsp; She hadnt relaxed in the time she had been here.&nbsp; In fact she had been on edge the whole time.&nbsp; Now though she was beginning to relax, to let the tension race from her body.<br><br>"Thank you for this Sir, I needed a touch of reality" she said, looking around, "I'm surprised you havent a piano in here, I would love to play something for you" she told him, "I havent played in a month, I miss it." 
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 20:02:11</strong>
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				"All in good time," Sark said as he retrieved the toast and put it on her plate.<br><br>He used a fork to leverage the poacher before flipping the two eggs into the plate. Speaking a piece of ham from the skillet, he moved the plate over and let it drop next to eggs and toast. A next job. <br>With a twist he brought the plate to sit on the counter in front of Charlotte. <br><br>"Jams in the basket. Grape and strawberry." He explained then turned back to his plate. Toast apart. Eggs on top and ham on the side. <br><br>He turned everything off. Set water in the skillet and dipped the four poachers in a small tub of soapy water. No step wasted. He came round the counter to sit beside her and began to eat. <br><br>"So you fancy playing eh," Jarid took a bite enjoying his work then took a sip of tea.<br><br>"What would you play. Or would you prefer a challenge?"<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 01:28:41</strong>
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				She watched him closely, he tidied up as he went along, a man who knew how to look after himself.&nbsp; She smiled, he was actually rather cute.&nbsp; She shook her head, where had that come from?&nbsp; She couldnt have thoughts like that.<br><br>The aromas were wonderful, ham had never smelt good.&nbsp; She tucked into the food with relish, the egg was perfectly done, she broke a piece of toast and dunked it into the yolk.&nbsp; She savoured the flavours, loving everything about the food.&nbsp; And the fact that it had been prepared by him was amazing.&nbsp; No man had ever cooked for her before.<br><br>"What piece? I think I would play my favourite piece by Beethoven, his Pathetique Sonata" she told him, her face breaking into a smile.&nbsp; This guy really wasnt as bad as the others.&nbsp; She hoped he wouldnt touch her, she had a feeling he wouldnt, he was different from the others.&nbsp; Maybe he was Gay?&nbsp; But he had touched her breast, but that must have been a mistake.&nbsp; He had to be gay....
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 05:26:47</strong>
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				Jarid's interest was peaked. He didn't give it away but he was definitely interested in a girl who could even say Beethoven's Pathetique much less stated she could play it from memory. <br><br>He would not be surprised if she hacked it to bits but the fact that she had said she could play it was curious enough to investigate her claim. It was hard for him to think of much else. But he did think about her. He was interested in her the moment he saw her in the hallway. She was beautiful without trying to be or using it to her advantage. Looks and brains. It hit all his buttons. <br><br>There was the bits and pieces he'd heard. He'd check her report straight away later to see what it said. He knew about her punishment. He had been one of those who held on to students outside as it happened. Obviously it had left an impression with her as well. An unwelcomed one. <br><br>Her interest in music was his focus. Whatever else she could give him would come in time. He could have any student in the place but only a select few actually had mastery of the piano. If she was one of the rare one's he'd get her assigned to him. For now it was breakfast with tea and then the piano. Find out right fast whether her claim was any good. <br><br>"C minor a tragic sonority. I am particularly fond of the unique motif line throughout even if the theme of the second movement has a remarkable similarity to Mozart's Sonata K 457. It's still spacious and sweeping in my opinion."<br><br>"More tea?" He offered reaching for the pot.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 00:11:02</strong>
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				From as far back as she could remember Charlotte had loved music.&nbsp; It gave her an escape from reality, from the nightmare her life was turning into.&nbsp; Her father had always been someone she had looked up too, until he started drinking when she turned 13.&nbsp; She had watched him change, turning from a man who cared about her to one who beat her before he thought what he was doing.&nbsp; He turned from a loving, caring father and husband to a bully.&nbsp; Charlotte had used her music to get away from him.&nbsp; Then he discovered her talent and she was forced to play for his friends.&nbsp; She hated that, they had no appreciation of the instrument, it made no difference if she played 'chopsticks' or 'Chopin'. They were ignorant men who made her life miserable.<br><br>She had withdrawn into herself, hating men and the way they would look at her, paw at her with their sticking, clammy fingers.&nbsp; They had no respect for her, and she had decided men, males weren't worth it.&nbsp; She wouldn't encourage anything, she didn't want a relationship.&nbsp; Her father wanted her to sleep with his friends, he told her it would make her happy.&nbsp; She had refused.&nbsp; &nbsp;Then she had been sent here....and she had never felt worse.<br><br>But now...now a mystery man was offering her a chance.&nbsp; A hope.&nbsp; He loved music, he understood, he spoke a language she understood.&nbsp; Finishing her food she then drained the mug of tea, savouring the flavours, and feeling so much better.&nbsp; She was safe here with him.&nbsp; She was safe, protected and away from the likes of Shaw and Goodfellow.&nbsp; She was under no threat from him.&nbsp; He was gay, nothing to worry about.<br><br>She shook her head at the offer of more tea, "no thank you" she smiled shyly, "I enjoy playing pieces that challenge me" she told him, "I like to stretch myself, to challenge and grow" she told him, her eyes changed, softer, they lost the suspicion.&nbsp; He saw the real Charlotte, the gentle young woman who was as naive and innocent as always.&nbsp; Her love of music glowed through her, she spoek with passion about Chopin and Bache, about Beethoven and Brahms.&nbsp; She sid how her moods were always readble when she played and how she felt alive through the music....she revealed her self to him, trusting him, opening to him in a way she hadnt ever really opened to a man.&nbsp; But he was gay...he wasnt a risk to her...<br><br>Was he???
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 00:29:22</strong>
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				Jarid did the dishes as she spoke. He asked questions. Shared a few humorous quibbs and put the last dish to drain on the rack.&nbsp; The tasks were done. He poured himself another cup then came around to her and eyed the cuffs. <br><br>"Put out your hands, Charlotte," He said calmly. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 00:41:18</strong>
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				Her face paled as he asked her to put her hands out.&nbsp; The cuffs!&nbsp; She had forgotten she had them around her wrists.&nbsp; Her face went deathly pale and she trembled.&nbsp; She bit her bottom lip to keep from crying.&nbsp; Was he going to hurt her?&nbsp; Had she done something wrong?&nbsp; She looked at him with that wide eyed fearful gaze, one of someone who expects the most awful thing in the world to happen to her....<br><br>She had been sure he wouldnt hurt her...
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 00:58:02</strong>
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				Jarid ignored the trembling. Her sudden pallor. He'd fix that momentarily. His hands to her cuffs. It took a moment. They were meant to be tricky. Then the click and he opened the left one first then the right one. He set the handcuffs on the counters and rubbed her hands in his.<br><br>"That should make it easier to play, " Jared remarked he motioned to the music room with a bob of his head, " Now a spot of tea before you dash off into the music room and scale around for ten minutes?"<br><br>"I mean ten minutes of scale practice. Not nine and half or eleven. There an egg timer and a metronome. I expect if you don't know how to set them call me."<br><br>He bent down and removed her ankle shackles. Artists were slaves to their craft it held them better than any leg iron build by sadistic overlords. Although he did fancy a bit of rope.<br><br>"Tea, then off you go," Jarid said and watched her reaction.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 17:25:11</strong>
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				He totally caught her off guard when he removed the cuffs.&nbsp; She looked at him, his hands rubbing her wrists.&nbsp; She hated the cuffs, the memories they held had been like fire burning, now the only fire burning seemed to come from the way he was rubbing her wrists.&nbsp; "Th..thank you" she whispered, smiling shyly at him.&nbsp; She hadn't expected that.&nbsp; <br><br>She nodded at his mention of tea and quickly drank it down, the thought of playing a piano was too much to believe, she wanted to get behind it, to feel her fingers dancing along the keys.&nbsp; <br><br>He removed the ankle cuffs and she felt so much better, she wasn't held now, she wasn't a captive.&nbsp; Well, she was, she was a captive to this school, but the weight of the restraints was gone and she could now begin to really relax.&nbsp; Things were looking up.<br><br>She finished the last dregs of the tea, then followed him to the music room.&nbsp; her gasp of delight was pure and genuine.&nbsp; She looked at the grand piano as tears filled her eyes, she never thought she would play so fine an instrument.&nbsp; She walked to the seat, her fingers touching the smooth wood with reverence.&nbsp; She settled herself, setting the egg timer and then setting the metronome.<br><br>Then she began her warm up exercises, working her fingers, warming them up, feeling her fear leave her.&nbsp; Here she was who she was.&nbsp; Here, sat behind the piano, here the real Charlotte emerged as the music washed all her cares and concerns.&nbsp; Ten minutes flew by and she looked up, wondering what next.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 21:33:22</strong>
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				Jarid had taken her to the music room not expecting much. What he saw impressed him. Her reverence for the piano mirrored his exactly. She knew!! If nothing else she knew and appreciated the great instrument it was. How important it was. As if she had paid homage to everything he was.&nbsp; <br><br>And then she warmed up. Oh bloody hell!! Certainly scales but those warm ups that are heard in a concert hall. Exactly. Precise in every way.<br><br>He was drawn. NO!! He was compelled. He all but ran to the recording booth. Hitting switches, setting dials. Checking tracks and echo. It took five minutes which was normal to warm everything up. He was finished and ready when the egg timer went off. <br><br>He looked at her thru the glass. He stood and walked over to her calmly. A towel in hand.<br><br>"Stand please," He asked, " When you sit down again. Collect your thoughts as best you can and then play the Sonata. Richly and with wild abandon. Let the music take you."<br><br>He placed the towel on the seat for her. It was to keep her from sticking on the varnished wood grain of the seat. He did not want it to cause a disruption when she had to slide down to play the lower end of the keys.<br><br>He turned away then. Leaving the Pianist to her music, "Begin when you are ready."<br><br>It was the only instructions he gave her. He assumed she needed no more.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>25-12-2010, 01:04:38</strong>
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				Charlotte was in a totally different place.&nbsp; WHen he walked in and placed the towel down she nodded, sitting back, stretching her fingers.&nbsp; She felt alive, so good.&nbsp; She had forgotten the delight that she felt when she played.&nbsp; She sat at the piano and spent a minute or two collecting her thoughts, calming her mind and preparing herself.<br><br>Then she began.&nbsp; She played the Sonata from her heart.&nbsp; She even closed her eyes at one point, the tears streaming from her eyes as the tempo changed.&nbsp; The passion, the pain, the hurt all flowing from the music as her fingers caressed the ivory and ebony keys.<br><br>Time had no meaning.&nbsp; She just played, oblivious of the man watching her.&nbsp; All that mattered was the music.&nbsp; She played as if her life depended on it.&nbsp; The last traces of music fading away as she let her fingers rest, she felt the pulse of life and knew she could never not have her music.<br><br>Exhaustion was written over her face, she slumped forward, her forehead touching the polished wood of the instrument.&nbsp; "Thank you" she whispered, not sure if he would hear or understand the gift he had given her.. for him she would do anything...she would be anything if he continued to let her play...<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>25-12-2010, 01:33:05</strong>
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				Head sets on. He sat so still he probably wasn't breathing thru it all. Listening. The tapes whirled around the spool collecting the sound. The gages racing with the intensity of the theme as he watched her. <br><br>She played her life out in black and white.&nbsp; Music filling the room in a way he had never heard from a student. The life of it, images burst into his thoughts. Stunning colors, tragedy, chaos, the profound sense of self loss and then that ever humble theme tickling the ear as if that thread had survived.<br><br>And perhaps it had.<br><br>He removed the head set finally, reluctantly.&nbsp; When he was very sure she had played her soul completely and all the music had escaped her fingers. When the air held no more phantom tones of her vibrations.&nbsp; <br><br>How she had sang for him. The gift she was. <br><br>He stood then. Opening the recording room door quietly. He came to her. His arms out and he gathered her against him. Nuzzling her as he cradled her in his arms. The walk to his room thru the living room in silence. The small cot beside his bed for someone deserving. It had been empty until now. Until she played.<br><br>His voice deep from his chest, "A nap now." <br><br>And brought her to the soft mattress of the cot. He drew the covers over her. Tucking her in bed without bothering to cuff her ankle. <br><br>"Your safe here with me. I must make arrangements with Lady Shaw to make this permanent. The front door will be locked. Only I can enter. No need to trouble yourself. I'll let myself back in."<br><br>He brushed her hair gently as&nbsp; he spoke, "Well have toad in the hole tonight when I return. You can help." <br><br><br>"Sleep," He said and then he was gone.<br><br>Just as he told her he left. The front door locking soundly behind him.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>25-12-2010, 17:08:54</strong>
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				He was so kind, so gentle and caring that she felt a deep pleasure knowing he was pleased with her.&nbsp; She was exhausted, that piece had always drained her, always demanded her utmost.&nbsp; And now he was there, holding her soothing her, half carrying her.&nbsp; Sleep...rest...yes that would be good.<br><br>She smiled at him, "thank you kind Sir" she whispered, settling into the cot, her body nestled in the sheets.&nbsp; She continued to smile, reahcing out, laying her hand on his cheek.&nbsp; <br><br>"Thank you for rescuing me" she whispered, sleep already claiming her.<br><br>She sleep peacefully...until the dreams...nightmares started...men leering at her, touching themselves, then one faceless man pushing into her, raping her....and she screamed, sobbing hard as she fought the imaginary rapist...
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>25-12-2010, 21:50:04</strong>
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				The mountain of bloody paperwork to transfer Charlotte to his care took forever. Jarid Sark knew it would take a while once he'd gotten Lady Shaw's approval but he hadn't counted on the temporary who was trying very hard to get things right and learn the job all in the same day. Mr. Whattington was off having a baby suddenly and everything ground to a halt.<br><br>It took three hours but he had Charlotte's file in hand when he unlocked the front door. He stepped to the music room. Inside the sound booth he put the file away in the locked file safe. He checked his emails then went to the kitchen to heat the kettle. <br><br>He fancied a spot of tea. Water in the kettle, kettle on the stove. Stove burner lit. He walked to the rocker and was about to sit when he heard her scream.<br><br>He thought at first ... and dashed in to the bed room. His heart pounding, fists clenched ready for the fight. Then he stopped. No one but Charlotte was there. So it wasn't what he thought. It was something else he wasn't as prepared for.<br><br>He went towards her as she struggled all tangled in the covers. Calling her name as he touched her fore arm.<br><br>He called her name again as he brought her and the tangle against his chest. Cradling her in his arms. Rocking her as he spoke her name. Telling her he was there. <br><br>Because he knew it wasn't alright with her and saw no sense in lying to her. She was having a nightmare. She might have lots of them. It was part of being a slave, being sold to someone after being trained for every desire. <br>Charlotte had gotten a decent sample of what men desire. He too desired her. But the gift she had was more precious to him than immediate gratification of passing sex.&nbsp; He wasn't willing to risk the death of her gift for a few moments of heavy panting and sweating as she fought him begging him not to. He did not want to be part of her nightmares. <br><br>He wanted to feed and grow her passion for the piano. Create the concert pianist that she was meant to be. He could sell her recording on secondary markets even as inexperienced as she was now. She was that good. But she would be so much better. Good enough to play for the Queen's birthday.&nbsp; She was that good.<br><br>He sat on the edge of her cot rocking her in his arms. Rubbing her back to sooth her and give her time to wake up. Safe. As safe as a slave could be at Lady Shaw's school. He would see to that.<br><br>"Take your time. We'll have a cup of tea when your sorted out."<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>26-12-2010, 12:45:40</strong>
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				"Its you" she whispered, her eyes swollen and red with tears.&nbsp; "They were...they" she couldnt get the wordsout as she clung to him, her face buried in his shoulder.<br><br>"Please, please dont let them do that to me again, I'll be good, I'll do anything you say.&nbsp; I...just dont let them do that again" she never wanted sex again,she didnt want any man or woman touching her.&nbsp; She sobbed softly until she was all cried out.<br><br>"Tea...tea and your arms.&nbsp; I feel safe in your arms, you'll protect me, you wont let anyone do that to me again will you?" she asked him, looking at him with pain filled eyes.&nbsp; "I trust you, I want to be with you.&nbsp; I want you to teach me everything I need to know about....everything" she said, meaning music and piano, but giving him permission to teach her so much more....
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>26-12-2010, 20:58:27</strong>
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				<br>"All in good order," Jarid told her as he brushed her cheek with the back of his fingers and smiled.<br><br>"The kettle should be hot by now," He said lifting her up to stand. <br><br>He tucked her under his arm. "Come now."<br><br>He stepped off towards the kitchen. His arm at her back supporting her with his touch. The uniform would have to come off in the flat. He wanted her nude in here with him. <br><br>"If your warm you can take the uniform off." He offered as he brought her to the chair and slipped from around her.<br><br>"Have a seat on the cushion on the floor and I'll bring us tea. We'll sit by the fire. I want to relax before going to work in the studio." He told her. <br>There would be no pushing this girl. She didn't respond to a heavy hand. Slow. That was the best way. Slow and keep her busy with her music. Because she could actually play. No pretense. <br><br>And she would play. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>26-12-2010, 21:18:08</strong>
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				There was a comfort with his arm around her shoulders.&nbsp; A protection.&nbsp; She went with him back into the main room.&nbsp; His suggestion that she should remove her uniform wasnt welcome, and she looked at him, "I..I cant, I will be naked" she told him, as if she was ashamed of her nakedness.&nbsp; It was the bruises that she wore she was ashmed off, but there was one that hurt and she knew maybe&nbsp; it needed to be looked at.<br><br>"But..but there is one patch on my back that really hurts.&nbsp; May..maybe you should make sure its not infected" she whispered, "I...It hurts" she told him, her gaze dropping to the floor.&nbsp; She glanced at the cushion, she didnt mind that, she liked the floor, she often sat on the floor at home.&nbsp; When she ahd been there.<br><br>She slowly turned and removed her uniform, revealing her back and buttocks to him.&nbsp; There were angry welts criss crossed over her creamy skin.&nbsp; There were a couple that had actually broken the skin, and one across her shoulders that was very red and angry.&nbsp; She hid herself with her hands.&nbsp; She still had a soft fuzz over her mound, and her nipples were hard.&nbsp; There were strips over her breasts, tummy and thighs, but the worst ones were on her back and bottom.<br><br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. Sark's Music with Frets in it &lt;BDSM Extreme&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>26-12-2010, 22:02:43</strong>
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				He stopped to have a look see. He turned his head this way and that as he watched her remove her clothes. <br><br>"Yes, one or two spots, " He said, "Lets have a look at the front as well. Turn please. I've some sav and things. Let me see it all first so I know what to get."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. Sark's Music with Frets in it &lt;BDSM Extreme&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>26-12-2010, 22:35:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She gulped at his words, and slowly turned, dropping her arms to her sides.&nbsp; She was ashamed of her nakedness, she never thoguht of herself as being particularly sexy or beautiful.<br><br>"I'm not much I'm afraid" she whispered, unable to look at him for fear of seeing his disgust at her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. Sark's Music with Frets in it &lt;BDSM Extreme&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>26-12-2010, 22:56:21</strong>
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				<br>His hand to her chin lifting her head to see is appreciation in every line of his face. He spoke quietly, unrushed.<br><br>" A few marks could use a bit of tending as well. But over all I see so very much more. And all that I see pleases me. You please me very much."<br><br>He took a slow breath and let her watch as he regarded her beauty. Letting her see that she did please him, arouse him before speaking again.<br><br>"Stay exactly so," He directed, "I shall return with a tray and things for your sores."<br><br>He dropped his arm and was off to the kitchen. No reason to stay. He didn't wish to take her against her will. She'd had that done hadn't she. It turned out all bad really. Almost ruined her for someone else.<br><br>Her music saved her. His discovery. The tea. Probably a combination. Whatever it was he would have the tray ready and moving back to her quickly.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. Sark's Music with Frets in it &lt;BDSM Extreme&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>26-12-2010, 23:19:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He wasnt disgusted by her!! She could see he actually liked her, surprising for a man she suspected was gay!!<br><br>WHen he told her to stand still she did.&nbsp; She knew she should do what he said and that he would help her if she did.<br><br>She trembled slightly, not cold, but a little aroused, it was quite nice being naked for him.&nbsp; She liked him....he was nice to her...<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. Sark's Music with Frets in it &lt;BDSM Extreme&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>27-12-2010, 00:27:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He returned with the tray and the meds like he promised. Placing the tray on the end table he spoke.<br><br>"The tea is steeping nicely." He reached for the salve. "Front or back first?"<br><br>He asked as if she had a choice.&nbsp; In a way she did. Her choice was where he would touch her first. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. Sark's Music with Frets in it &lt;BDSM Extreme&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>27-12-2010, 00:33:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tea...he had a thing about tea...but then she enjoyed tea, it was relaxing, refreshing...<br><br>"B...back" she whispered, trying not to seem to aroused, she didnt want to make him uncomfortable.&nbsp; Why were the best ones always gay!!!!
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. Sark's Music with Frets in it &lt;BDSM Extreme&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>27-12-2010, 02:05:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>He made a swirling motion with his finger. "Turn about please."<br><br>He held the salve and opened the lid. The curves of her body were so pronounced as she stood before him. Her hopeful expression as her breasts rose and fell in quick choppy motions. He like all of her. Her skills spoke volumes but she said the rest. <br><br>He was watching the melody of her soul.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. Sark's Music with Frets in it &lt;BDSM Extreme&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>27-12-2010, 02:56:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Standing there before him Charlotte felt as if this was where she was meant to be.&nbsp; It felt as if this was coming home, returning...she was not as nervous as she imagined she would be.<br><br>She had her back to him, her skin creamy smooth.&nbsp; Apart from the marks of the punishment the other night.&nbsp; She gulped as she waited, thinking about the tea.&nbsp; She was ready for another cup.&nbsp; "Tea, I like the tea you give me, it makes me feel better" she said softly, ashamed a the fact her nipples were again hard and her sex was extremely wet.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. Sark's Music with Frets in it &lt;BDSM Extreme&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>27-12-2010, 05:49:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jarid gently brushed the cool healing paste on her pains. The skin gathered and angry painted first. The other milder lines next. Taking his time as if he were pacing a new sheet of notes. <br><br>He was. Those notes were just flesh. His voice without hurry as he asked her.<br><br>&nbsp;"Turn round please."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. Sark's Music with Frets in it &lt;BDSM Extreme&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>27-12-2010, 16:29:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Charlotte stood perfectly still as he assessed and treated the marks from her first beating.&nbsp; His touch was gentle and set a fire smouldering in her belly.&nbsp; She winced when he touched a couple of places, whimering softly, it hurt, but the salve felt good and she knew he was taking care of her.<br><br>WHen he had finsihed her back she turned as he asked, her body slight, almost frail looking. She was maybe a touch to thin, but then the past few days would have been enough to turn a large person thin.&nbsp; Poor Charlotte had been made to witness some awful things.&nbsp; As she stood facing him she wondered what his hands would feel like on her.&nbsp; How would she feel when he caressed the breass so gently.&nbsp; There were bright welts on her pert boobs.&nbsp; She was aroused with the waiting.&nbsp; She had no ide awhta he was doing to her, but she had to admit she liked it...<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. Sark's Music with Frets in it &lt;BDSM Extreme&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>27-12-2010, 18:29:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He dipped two fingers in the salve. Then looked at her trying to decide where to begin on her front.<br><br>"A little cold," He said and made a first wet line across her breast. <br><br>He swirled in the salve slowly. Taking his time to massage and caress her ripe young melons one at a time. Watching her breasting. Noticing how she moved with his touch. <br><br>"This is awkward," He said finally. "Can't seem to get the right angle. I can move my hands more gently when I'm working from behind you and looking over your shoulder. Can you turn back around please?"<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. Sark's Music with Frets in it &lt;BDSM Extreme&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>27-12-2010, 22:08:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She gasped as the cold salve sent a chill through her, her nipples immediately growing hard like little pebbles.&nbsp; She gulped, ashamed of her reaction, certain he must be feeling very uncomfortable with her nakedness.<br><br>His touch was almost hypnotic, so soft, so gentle, guiding her through the marvelous feelings that he seemed to send through her.&nbsp; She wasnt sure why he was making her feel like this.&nbsp; She almost wanted him to touch her in a different way, in a se..se..sexual way...<br><br>When he said it was awkwards he was about to apologise, but he surprised her by asking her to turn, she did, almost leaning on him.&nbsp; "I am sorry for this, I know this must be hard, seeing as you probably dont like girls" she whispered, trying not to lean back on him.&nbsp; Her mind was a mass of confused thoughts, she wanted him to touch her, to make her feel that good, tingly feeling she had felt before....<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. Sark's Music with Frets in it &lt;BDSM Extreme&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>28-12-2010, 01:06:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Jarid was breathing heavy as she turned and pressed her back against his chest.&nbsp; His hands came around her arms to her breasts. Finger tips smeared with the salve. He applied it to her beautifully formed breasts. Running over her nipples tenderly, massaging her flesh.<br><br>"I don't mind this at all," He assured her his breath hot on her neck.<br><br>"Not so bad, easier for me to work in the salve really," He said then added, "You were struck in your pussy and sex. That must be sore too."<br><br>His hand already trailing down her body. Stopping and swiping the strikes across her lower abdomen as he went. A new load of salve on the other hand. He began to massage across her pelvic arch. Slowly dipping into her cunt. <br><br>"If you spread your legs a little wider I can reach much more. You seem very swollen there. Are you tender?&nbsp; Would you like me to do more?"<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. Sark's Music with Frets in it &lt;BDSM Extreme&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>28-12-2010, 02:10:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Charlotte moaned softly as his hands and fingers moved across her breasts, making them warm and heavy.&nbsp; How she wanted him to pinch her nipples, to pull and twist them, to make her gasp and groan.&nbsp; But she knew she was the wrong sex for him.&nbsp; She wished it wasnt that way, actually found herself wanting him to do some of the things to her that Goodfellow and that other one had done to her.&nbsp; But she knew there was no chance....<br><br>"I hurt down there.&nbsp; I dont want to go to the toilet, because it hurts so.&nbsp; I...I'm scared." She told him in a pitiful whimper.&nbsp; "They were so big, and I dont know if I'm torn.&nbsp; I dont even know if I can ever have sex again.&nbsp; What if I have been deformed?" she asked him, her eyes wide, her voice suddenly wavering.<br><br>"I know you are gay and that you only like guys, but would you have a look, could you make sure I'm...still...well.....whole?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. Sark's Music with Frets in it &lt;BDSM Extreme&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>28-12-2010, 05:43:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>One arm around her resting across her breasts. His fingers moving gently along her mound. Her moan had him aching as she spoke. Her endorsement of pain was what he had hoped for. Never in his wildest dreams did he expect her to ask for him to touch her much less stroke into her.<br><br>Her insistence that he was gay nearly sealed his fate. He almost howled with laughter but buried it in a cough against her neck. Kissing her lightly as he answered her request for him to finger fuck her. <br><br>"Think nothing of it Charlotte," He said, "I understand your concern. Of course I'll check you thoroughly. It won't be a problem at all."<br><br>"Please lay with your back on the pillows. It's often best for you to cup your breasts and open your legs wide for me." He put on a latex glove and lubed the fingers as he waited for her to move into position. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. Sark's Music with Frets in it &lt;BDSM Extreme&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>28-12-2010, 14:02:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Charlotte</strong><br><br>Charlotte tingled as he kissed her neck, sending a wave of heat through her body.&nbsp; She was trembling against him, her eyes darting around the room.&nbsp; No man had ever had this effect on her, even GoodF|ellow had never made her feel like this.<br><br>When he told her what to do she laid on the pillows, nervous really, she wasnt sure she wanted to part her legs, but she had asked for this, she needed to know everything was still in working order down below.&nbsp; She watched as he found a glove like a Doctor would wear and put some lube on it.&nbsp; She cupped her breasts, glad to have something to do with her hands.&nbsp; She whimpered softly, her eyes full of fear, she was afraid it would hurt...<br><br>"It wont hurt will it?" she asked him in a whisper.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. Sark's Music with Frets in it &lt;BDSM Extreme&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>28-12-2010, 19:38:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She lay down for him. He busied himself attending to the medical but watched her from the corner of his eyes as she opened. Oh, yes. A bit puffy but glistening with arousal. It surprised him how wet she really was as if he'd been teasing her for hours.<br><br>"You'll tell me what it feels like of course," He said.<br><br>He was kneeling between her legs. One hand on a knee cap opening her a little more without her noticing. His gloved fingers descending slowly. Letting her watch as he began to pain her bare mound. His thumb slipping down to grease her clit.<br><br>"Does this? Okay? More?" He encouraged.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. Sark's Music with Frets in it &lt;BDSM Extreme&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>29-12-2010, 02:40:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Charlotte had always had a very sheltered up bringing.&nbsp; She had gone to school, her piano and dancing lessons and that had been it.&nbsp; She had spent time with her parents and their friends, but she had never had many friends her own age.&nbsp; She was never encouraged to mix and invite her friends home.&nbsp; Sex wasnt discussed.&nbsp; Her parents didnt show much emotion between each other.&nbsp; So actually discussing sex or the ways of the body when it was aroused had never happened.<br><br>She didnt really know she was aroused.&nbsp; She didnt know that was why she felt so wet between her legs.&nbsp; She knew about her nipples, but she had lacked a lot in her sexual education.&nbsp; And no one had really explained anything to her here.&nbsp; &nbsp;She felt his hand on her knee, gently pushing her open, she swallowed nervously.&nbsp; <br><br>She watched as his other hand dropped slowly to her, a ripple of anticipation moving through her.&nbsp; When he touched her clit she gasped as a wave of such sweet pleasure washed over her.&nbsp; Her eyes went wide and she felt her insides churn with a feeling like yesterday.&nbsp; it was a good, tingly feeling and she swallowed again.<br><br>"It feels good Sir, very good" she admitted, her body trembling, "please, make sure it all works as it should...."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. Sark's Music with Frets in it &lt;BDSM Extreme&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>29-12-2010, 09:24:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He watched her flat belly undulated as he began to stroke her. He didn't slow or speed up. Steady pace. Moving further and further along her sex. Brushing along her folds. Spreading her open with his fingers. Running the grease on the glove along both lips. Coating her with the slick feeling of arousal as he build her to her orgasm. <br><br>His voice calm and quietly husky," Maybe massaging your breast would help. Do I need to apply more salve there?"<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. Sark's Music with Frets in it &lt;BDSM Extreme&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 17:26:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Charlotte was lost to the feelings.&nbsp; As soon as they started to weave through her, igniting, heating making her moan, she was lost.&nbsp; Her hips slowly lifted towards his touch, her legs opening further, giving him access to the whole of her.&nbsp; She felt every touch, she was so sensitive, so receptive.&nbsp; She couldnt help it, the feelings just carried her away and she was a slave to them as they rushed her without a care.<br><br>Her breasts were heavy as he drove her slowly, patiently on towards orgasmic delight.&nbsp; His words were like the breeze, blowing into her mind, she moaned again, "ooooh yes, more slave...I mean salve.." she moaned, wishing she was suddenly tied down, unable to move.&nbsp; She wanted him to carry on, to make her so hot, fill her with need...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. Sark's Music with Frets in it &lt;BDSM Extreme&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>31-12-2010, 06:44:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Certainly," Jarid whispered. <br><br>He bent down. His hand on her breast in a pressing circular motion.<br><br>&nbsp;"Maybe if you moved your arms over your head. Held onto the leg of the furniture." <br><br>His finger moving more fluidly against her pussy and her clit. Her moans encouraging him. Her hips lifting every so much. <br><br>"Are you ready for me to enter inside you, to check of course," Jarid offered in a heavy tone.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. Sark's Music with Frets in it &lt;BDSM Extreme&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>01-01-2011, 22:38:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Charlotte reached over her head, her hands grasping, searching for soemthing, anything to grip hold of.&nbsp; Only when she had found the leg of a sturdy side cabinet did she moan, raising her knees, opening her legs further.&nbsp; Her pussy was swollen and her body trembling hard with the feelings he was sending through her.&nbsp; She whimpered loudly, her hips bucking towards his fingers.<br><br>Her nipples were so hard, throbing as he touched her breasts, his examination was thorough and she was lost on the delights flooding through her, carrying her off on a wave of pure ectasy.<br><br>"Yes..oh yes please, enter, touch, explore..make me cum...." she whispered, her voice aching, her body needed him.&nbsp; She needed him...but she didnt know it, to her this was just showing her she was alright.&nbsp; She was surrendering to him in the sweetest way.&nbsp; Without even knowing it..
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. Sark's Music with Frets in it &lt;BDSM Extreme&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 08:07:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jarid moved his hand from her breast to slide his trousers off. His cock stiff as a pipe and wet with his own lube ready to enter her. He adjusted his position. Moved closer to her open welcoming slit. His hand brushed his cock head up and down her length as he peeled off the glove with his teeth. <br><br>He tossed it aside as he spoke to her in grunting whispers. "Yes exploring... I'll make you cum Charlotte..."<br><br>He slowly pressed his shaft into her. Rocking slowly. His hand lifting her hips up so he slid inside that soaked sex easily. Her inside gripped his throbbing cock and he groaned. <br><br>Laying on against her as he pushed into her fully. His hands on her forearms to hold her in place as he made slow strokes inside her and stirred when he was fully seated. <br><br>He kissed and chewed her breasts as he rocked in and almost out of her. No hurry yet. Her pace. He whispered between heaving breaths. <br><br>"That's right...let's build a crescendo... check the high notes.&nbsp; All of them.." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. Sark's Music with Frets in it &lt;BDSM Extreme&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 23:34:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Charlotte had changed so much in the few days she had been here.&nbsp; Her journey had been a rollercoaster ride of emotions and it wasnt about to end yet.&nbsp; Such amazing feelings were flooding through her that she couldnt help need him to do more.&nbsp; She wanted him to do more...and he did...<br><br>She watched as he removed his trousers, pulling the glove off with his teeth.&nbsp; (Hopefully he didnt get any lube..that couldnt taste nice) She felt him rubbing against her, so hard, so hot.&nbsp; She wanted him so badly.&nbsp; She knew with him sex wouldnt scare her, it would be amazing, exciting and she wanted him...<br><br>"Yes...cum..make me...cum" she panted as he pushed into her, making her whimper with need and wanting, nothing had ever felt so good.&nbsp; "Oh god yes, please" she cried out, her hips bucking to take him into her.<br><br>His hands on her arms, she was held down, a buzz of such pleasure swept through her she wasnt sure what to do.&nbsp; She knew she never wanted to be away from this man, she wanted him to teach her, to show her, to make her his.&nbsp; He was so deep in her, claiming her to the core.&nbsp; They fit together like two pieces of a puzzle.<br><br>He atacked her breasts, kissing, sucking, gorging on them and she arched towards him, her eyes wide, her need rushing through her.&nbsp; She cried out, her voice full of longing.<br><br>"Teach me...train me...make me yours.." she whimpered as she bucked and writhed under him.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. Sark's Music with Frets in it &lt;BDSM Extreme&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>04-01-2011, 04:54:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jarid's mouth punishing her neck with kisses and nips. His right hand sliding over her breast, two fingers catching her nipple between them and squeezing gently. Enjoying the whimpers and sighs she made as she became more frantic. He picked up the urgency of his thrusts.<br><br>It was no longer premeditation. What had started out as warming her up slowly and deliberately, rekindled the fire for her and build on it. His hands and mouth went everywhere. Tasting every inch of her with his own arousal that was driving him insane. <br><br>How he held off as her tunnel clenched and gripped his shaft he had no idea. He groaned with that fire that could not be stopped. If it was Greek then so be it but he burned her with each stroke as surely as he burned himself. <br><br>His loins gathered, his body tensed and he pulled her tight against him. His shaft loaded and ready to fire as he pistoned into her wanton passion.<br><br>His hot whisper against her neck was an urgent request. "Yesss...!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. Sark's Music with Frets in it &lt;BDSM Extreme&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>05-01-2011, 03:24:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				One thing was very clear in her mind as he took her....he certainly wasnt GAY.....!!!<br><br>Charlotte writhed, moaning as he took her on a journey of sweet discovery.&nbsp; She moaned and whimpered, her nipples so har,d her hips meeting to him, her body craving for the way he touched her.&nbsp; His nibbling kisses against her neck sent ripples of pleasure, his hard shaft claimed her and his fingers twisted and tweaked her nipples in such a way they felt as if they were the size of cherries.<br><br>Never had she known such feelings.&nbsp; She was ckllose, her orgasm building.&nbsp; When she felt him suddenly explode into her, she followed, her own orgasm rushing her and making her buck up to him..she cried out in delight as she climaxed with him, her body happily yeilding to him...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. Sark's Music with Frets in it &lt;BDSM Extreme&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>05-01-2011, 07:48:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He asked and she did. Her body gripping him and punishing his intrusion. He groaned and kept her hips up to take him fully. No need for brutal use, she gave him what he wanted and he rewarded her with the sweet divine of orgasm. <br><br>His kiss lingered. His eyes on hers as his sides heaved and he caught his breath. His hand brushing the perspiration from her cheek. He smiled and groaned again as she milked his spent shaft.<br><br>"Don't cough," He said with a grin as he teased her.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. Sark's Music with Frets in it &lt;BDSM Extreme&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>08-01-2011, 03:29:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Charlotte was panting hard, her eyes closed as the delicious feelings rushed through her.&nbsp; She moaned as she rode the last vestiges of pleasure, of that orgasm and she knew with him she would do anything to fel like that again.<br><br>His kisses were demanding in the sweetest of ways, driving her to want him more, in so many ways.&nbsp; She felt as if her whole world now revolved around this one man.&nbsp; She giggled when he joked about coughing, "I am glad you are pleased" she said softly, "I thought you were gay!!" she admitted, giving him a warm smile, "will you do that to me again?" she asked, removing her hands from their grip on the furniture leg and holding them out to him.<br><br>"I...I liked that." She whispered, her cheeks flushing....
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. Sark's Music with Frets in it &lt;BDSM Extreme&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>08-01-2011, 20:41:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jared gulped air heavily as he lay with her. His cock throbbing with the last etchings of her passion. Nuzzling into her neck with his scratchy beard as he nibbled her ear. He rested propped up on his elbow felt her arms fold around him.<br><br>He could get use to taking her like this. Her under him, unashamed and with that after glow. She was beautiful.<br><br>"I like you too," He murmured.<br><br>He looked into her eyes. <br><br>"We'll do lots more of that I promise," and followed it with a tender kiss.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. Sark's Music with Frets in it &lt;BDSM Extreme&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>09-01-2011, 04:08:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				There was something about the way his beard rubbed against her that made her giggle.&nbsp; It was scratchy and it tickled in a way that sent a wave of delight through her body.&nbsp; Or maybe it was the fact she was nestled next to him, snug as a bug in a rug.&nbsp; She smiled at him, a lazy, contented smile.&nbsp; A smile that conveyed more than any word ever could.<br><br>She felt all gooey inside when he told her he liked her, she liked him, there was something about him that made her want to please him.&nbsp; And a glow of pleasure exploded through her like the newly risen sun.&nbsp; He liked her too!!! She had never known a feeling like it.<br><br>His kiss was addictive.&nbsp; It made her heart melt and her body tremble.&nbsp; She clung to him, panting softly as he pulled back, "teach me how to please you" she said softly, "I want to make you happy." <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. Sark's Music with Frets in it &lt;BDSM Extreme&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>09-01-2011, 09:16:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"You did look like you enjoyed that very much," Jarid remarked. "So did I."<br><br>He kissed her nose playfully. His hand snuggling her to him.<br><br>He could picture it. Piano concerts at the best hall. Thousands of people with an orchestra behind her. All coming to listen to the sweet melody and heady harmony of the keyboard under her savant fingers.<br><br>She would have everything she always wanted. And he would have her.<br><br>"Rest a few minutes more. Then we'll have some tea and talk about your future," He said.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. Sark's Music with Frets in it &lt;BDSM Extreme&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 00:48:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"You and your tea" she said with a soft chuckle.&nbsp; "I have never meant anyone who drinks as much as you do.&nbsp; Dont you drink coffee?" she asked him, her fingers gently running across his chest, exploring, feeling the contours, the way the muscles rippled and contracted.<br><br>"I like tea, but sometimes I enjoy coffee, but I dont like strong coffee" she told him, just talking about nonsense really.&nbsp; "Could I have a bath? I mean have you got a bath? I know its usually showers, but I would love a hot bath, a chance to soak and relax." She explained, her voice thick with the after effects of her orgasm.&nbsp; She was surprised how happy she was.&nbsp; How contented.<br><br>"Future?" she whispered, "I dont know what to think about my future.&nbsp; I thought i was here for the next year or so" and that still terrified her.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. Sark's Music with Frets in it &lt;BDSM Extreme&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 20:37:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Jarid lifted slightly to give Charlotte more access to his chest as he answered.<br><br>"I'm from Wales originally. Finn tiger and all that. I wouldn't think of drinking anything but tea. I don't keep coffee around, no point really." <br><br>He kissed her shoulder as he listened to her talk.<br><br>"A bath. That's a good idea," He kissed her quickly on her soft hungry lips and raised off her slowly with a hiss as he inched out.<br><br><br>"Ohhhh... you felt so good," He groaned, eyes half closed.<br><br>A heavy sigh. It seemed like a good idea, the whole soak in a tub thing but he had really liked the stay plunged deep inside her belly thing better. Too late to change his mind now. He kissed her belly and reached for the tray of tea.<br><br>"Come along then," He said as he stood with tray in hand his other hand out and open offering her help up. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. Sark's Music with Frets in it &lt;BDSM Extreme&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>11-01-2011, 18:30:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Charlotte could have stayed lying under him for eternity.&nbsp; He felt so good in her, and she moaned in protest as he slipped out.&nbsp; "WIll you do that again soon?" she asked him as she moved, sitting up and talking his hand, standing with a groan.<br><br>"I am still so sore" she told him, "I think a nice soak will just just what I need" she admitted, throwing her arms around him and kissing him soundly.&nbsp; The tray wobbling as he held it, she pulled back, looking at him, "I want to play more for you, to feel the music and know you are there listening" she said to him, her eyes wide, and still shining with innocence.&nbsp; Charlotte was not a slut, she would never be that sort of a woman, she was pure and natural.&nbsp; She would do anything for him....
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. Sark's Music with Frets in it &lt;BDSM Extreme&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>12-01-2011, 19:12:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her kiss was hungry and eager. This was not the girl he had seen arriving here nor the girl who had been in the glass room.&nbsp; This girl was more woman child who breathed with excitement as she moved from his lips. <br><br>Jarid listened to her thousand wants and couldn't help smiling. He too was caught up in her love of music. Her need for more of his kind of sex. He liked her. He saw her naivety as something that could be shaped into a sly cunning intelligence.&nbsp; Her determination would make her formidable as a pianist perhaps even a composer, but that was his dream.<br><br>He adjust the tray to keep things balanced. <br><br>"Self control, Charlotte," he said without chiding.<br><br>He motioned for her to step to the left of the fire place, "Bed and bath thru that door. A good soak while we talk. You first."<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. Sark's Music with Frets in it &lt;BDSM Extreme&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 17:09:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It was amaizng how life could turn around in such a short time.&nbsp; From the horrendous things of yesterday and the fear of this morning, to now.&nbsp; She was safe, protected and had a feeling Mr Sark wouldnt hurt her.&nbsp; Of course she wasnt sure, she didnt really know him yet, but she hoped he would continue to protect and keep her safe.<br><br>She stood and stretched and then nodded, a soft smile on her face as she walked towards the door he motioned.&nbsp; "A nice long, hot soak" she murmured, not worried about her nakedness.&nbsp; It just felt natural in front of him.&nbsp; "You gonna come and scrub my back?" she asked him, looking at him over her shoulder as she openly flirted with him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. Sark's Music with Frets in it &lt;BDSM Extreme&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>14-01-2011, 23:19:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Was that a tease, Jarid wondered and motioned to keep moving.<br><br>He fancied a hot soak himself. This time not alone. There was that deep double tub which could fit them both easily. He would talk about a possible future for her as well as scrub her back. <br><br>Charlotte had come round as he'd suspected she might. The conversation with Lady Shaw had been an exciting one.&nbsp; Certainly now they could go about the business of training and molding Charlotte in ways that&nbsp; worked to their mutual benefit. <br><br>"A quick rinse in the shower first," Jarid explained. "Dust off the wear of the day then soak."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. Sark's Music with Frets in it &lt;BDSM Extreme&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>16-01-2011, 01:06:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Charlotte needed no telling.&nbsp; She stood under the shower, gasping as the jets of chilly water hit her heated skin.&nbsp; She washed the dust and cares away.&nbsp; She turned to the tub and began to run the water, watching it fill the deep bath.&nbsp; Adding some bubble bath the bubbles soon covered the water, dancing under the torrent of water.<br><br>Sitting on the side watching Charlotte actually allowed herself to think about what had happened here, it had been a rollercoaster ride of emotions.&nbsp; She had never imagined so much would happen to her in such a short time.&nbsp; And how it would change her.&nbsp; She couldnt help but wonder about her future.&nbsp; She looked at Jarid and smiled, "so much has happened in such a short time" she said, swirling the water with her hand, mixing the hot and cold.<br><br>"I can only wonder what tomorrow will bring!!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. Sark's Music with Frets in it &lt;BDSM Extreme&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>16-01-2011, 06:46:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jarid placed the tray near the tub. Glancing over as Charlotte sat on the side. He stopped to watch her.<br><br>A chance to get her focused on the here and now. There were things she had to know for school and things that were different when they were here and alone. It was a bother now but Lady Shaw had been exactly correct she still needed an education. <br><br>From the her ability to play the piano it was clear to him she would be good at math. Spelling and such maybe not so good. He'd keep an eye on her reports daily for a while to see her strengths and her areas where she needed a helping hand. <br><br>"You aren't in the tub. Is there something wrong?" He asked.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. Sark's Music with Frets in it &lt;BDSM Extreme&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>19-01-2011, 17:24:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Charlotte smiled at him, a sad smile, as if she wasnt sure what the future was going to hold for her.<br><br>"I was just wondering about the future.&nbsp; Being here, what was expected of me" she said to him, standing up and placing one toe in and then stepping down.&nbsp; She got in and lowered herself, the water rising and warming.&nbsp; She sighed, it was blissful, exactly what she needed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. Sark's Music with Frets in it &lt;BDSM Extreme&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 00:22:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"A universal concern, I assure you," Jared said as he reached for a wash cloth then climbed in.<br><br>He settled in across from her. His hands diving under the water. Moving about until he found her legs. <br><br>"Ah... there you are, now just relax," he said lifting her legs up by the ankle a few inches.<br><br>Her legs on top of his. His fingers on one foot. Massaging her toes and sole. His ankles on either side of her hips and his legs bent slightly out of the water. <br><br>"The Chinese swear by this. It's suppose to be relaxing," he began. <br><br>"You've got regular class you shall attend of course," He gently moved each toe.<br><br>"Solid foundation. Core basics," He stretched her foot down carefully. "You've learned your piano very well.&nbsp; I think we should expand your creative mastery."<br><br>"It won't be easy but nothing worth doing is. Well, grow what you already know. Get rid of some of those bad habits but keep others and call that style."<br><br>"Tell me, what would you think of playing the piano before people who actually can appreciate some who knows the difference between retarda and retarded?" He asked with mischief in his eyes.&nbsp; <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. Sark's Music with Frets in it &lt;BDSM Extreme&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 00:23:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A gentle sigh left her lips as she leant back against the tub.&nbsp; She felt him working her feet, and she closed her eyes, surrendering to the relaxation that seemed to come forth from his touch.&nbsp; She listened to his words, school, lessons were good.&nbsp; She liked lessons...as long as that ape didnt take art.&nbsp; <br><br>"I dont mind lessons, I wouldnt miond them.&nbsp; Just I dont want that teacher taking art again, he was scary.." she shuddered, a frown creasing her eye brows and forehead.<br><br>When he said about playing for real people, people who understood and opened her eyes, they were puzled, "as in people who love music appreciate it, cherish it.&nbsp; Know how it should sound?" she asked him, her heart beating a rapid staccato in her chest...<br><br>"Its been a long time since I took part in a concert" she admitted softly..<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. Sark's Music with Frets in it &lt;BDSM Extreme&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 09:39:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well good," Jarid said as he took her other foot in his hands.<br><br>"And this other teacher in art. Do you remember his name?" He asked her casually.<br><br>There was only one art teacher and that was GoodFellow. Exactly who was she talking about. Surely there was some mistake. But he did snag her while she was outside the art room having a melt down. He thought it was from event of yesterday.&nbsp; Had he been mistaken?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. Sark's Music with Frets in it &lt;BDSM Extreme&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 16:02:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His touch was so nice.&nbsp; Strong but relaxing, making her feel as if she could just melt under his fingers.&nbsp; &nbsp;She frowned when he asked about the other teacher.<br><br>"I cant remember his name.&nbsp; I hadnt seen him before, and he...he had a snake" she said, "he seemed to really enjoy scaring the girls, he was so frightening, I hid under the desk until I could get out.&nbsp; There was something about him.&nbsp; He wasnt a man I wanted to be near..." she said with a tremble to her voice.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. Sark's Music with Frets in it &lt;BDSM Extreme&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 21:05:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A chap with a snake. That was memorable. He didn't know any registered teachers that brought a snake to a class.&nbsp; Perhaps a sub. He'd look into it on the morrow. <br><br>Security was keen but sometimes there were problems. Students trying to get out and miscreants trying to get in. He'd speak to the Chief Security and the Head Mistress to sort it out.<br><br>"Sounds frightening," He remarked as he ran a finger down the sole of her foot.<br><br>He watched for a reaction and did it again. People were sensitive in all sorts of out of the way places. It was time for a little exploring.&nbsp; Now the finger nail lightly running down the same path as he hid a grin. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. Sark's Music with Frets in it &lt;BDSM Extreme&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 02:47:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mmmhmmm it was frightening, I hope the other girls are ok, there were three others in the class when I left, I wonder if they got out unharmed" she murmured, already enjoying his touch.<br><br>She had been so scared though, there had been something about him that just made her want to run away from him.&nbsp; To get as far away from him as she possibly could.&nbsp; Charlotte was a gentle creature, there wasnt an evil, nasty bone in her body.<br><br>She giggled suddenly as his nail trailed down her foot, pulling her foot from his grip, "that tickles" she said, smiling at him, flicking some of the water at him playfully.&nbsp; Vern and the girls forgotten...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. Sark's Music with Frets in it &lt;BDSM Extreme&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 07:19:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jared grinned hoping for that reaction. He did it again,&nbsp; "Really?"<br><br>Tickling. So she enjoyed tickling. Something else he could give her. Something they both needed. His fingers tickled the sole of her foot like he was playing chop sticks.<br><br>"Does that?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. Sark's Music with Frets in it &lt;BDSM Extreme&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 19:06:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Charlotte kicked and giggled, splashing, making a mess.&nbsp; "Ohoh no,&nbsp; dont please I dont like that." She said, trying to speak through the giggles, "I cant stand my feet being tickled. I always get violent" she said, trying to pull away.&nbsp; <br><br>She had never been able to bear having her feet tickled.&nbsp; She was gasping and panting, trying to get away but he had her foot firmly in his grasp.<br><br>"Ohoh now I have a stitch" she moaned, wriggling, "please..please stop." She begged again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. Sark's Music with Frets in it &lt;BDSM Extreme&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 21:12:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jarid laughed. His hand raised her leg higher making it impossible for her to moved too much. <br><br>The world was a tub in which he and Charlotte played. It's all of the world he fancied at the moment. The tub had been a lonely place like the living room and the bed room. <br><br>There had been the occasional visitor but no one had made him laugh. No one had him excited for longer than a few strokes and a scream. No one had that whatever it was that was uniquely Charlotte. <br><br>They would leave this world. This tub to keep from having permanently wrinkled asses and a bad case of pruned skin. But not just yet. <br><br>"What would it feel like to have a hot tongue on that foot?" He grinned evilly. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. Sark's Music with Frets in it &lt;BDSM Extreme&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 23:40:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Charlotte slid down the back of the tub as he lifted her leg, she giggled and couldnt beleive how different she was feeling.&nbsp; She was relaxed, she felt happy.&nbsp; She couldnt believe she felt so happy with him.&nbsp; The memories of yesterday were fading and she was beginning to enjoy sex.<br><br>She giggled nervously at his words, blushing, "I...I have a lot of things I would like to try" she admitted to him, "I dont feel so scared with you Sir, you make me want you to do so much to me" she admitted, her body aching for him to touch her.&nbsp; She looked down her belly, seeing her fuzz covered mound.&nbsp; "DO you like that?&nbsp; or would you like it better shaved?&nbsp; I heard some girls talking saying they ahd shaved theirs" she was quite curious, "why would they do that?&nbsp; I mean shave there..." she asked him, her eyes shining with innocence.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. Sark's Music with Frets in it &lt;BDSM Extreme&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 00:36:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jared blew on the sole of her foot as he listened to her. She was definitely hitting all of the items on his wish list.<br><br>Shave her. There was a kit he kept which he had often used to shave young woman. He had been the one called upon to handle those things. He preferred a straight edge barber razor and a leather strop. Hot wax and brazilian were just messy. <br><br>He preferred the tried and true. Nothing like a bit of tradition to go with a good old fashion muff dive minus the muff.<br><br>"Perhaps we should try a shave once or twice to see if we like you open and ready for me or not, shall we," He mused.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. Sark's Music with Frets in it &lt;BDSM Extreme&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 22:16:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Charlie giggled nervously when he said about trying it.&nbsp; Her eyes were wide and she felt breathless.<br><br>"Oh yes, I would like that.&nbsp; I can try if you like" she said looking at her fuzz and nibbling on her bottom lip.&nbsp; "You dont think I'm silly" she asked softly, looking at him with an uncertain gaze.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. Sark's Music with Frets in it &lt;BDSM Extreme&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 00:51:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Silly? Never. Curious, definitely." Jared said lowering her ankle.<br><br>"Get a towel and go to the living room.&nbsp; I want you dripping so don't dry off. Put the towel on the coffee table and lay on your back. I'll be in momentarily with the kit and shave you."<br><br>Images jumping into his head. The chains rattling on her wrists an ankles. The straps at her bent knees keeping her open. The run of a cold blade over her body. Teasing her flesh. Allowing her time to consider how helpless she was before she was completely helpless. <br><br>His tongue brush across his dry lips as he watched her. He became quiet. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. Sark's Music with Frets in it &lt;BDSM Extreme&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 00:35:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				There was something about this man that had captivated her from the moment he had picked her up from the stairs.&nbsp; He had soothed and nestled her to him, speaking in that trained gentle way.&nbsp; She was his, it wasnt clear if either of them realised this yet, but in her heart and in her mind she would do anything to please this man who was beginning to show her she could be an amazing person.&nbsp; She was falling for him...<br><br>She stood slowly, the water cascading from her body as she reached for the towel.&nbsp; She shivered a little, but it wasnt cold, it was pleasant, she was growing aroused, the idea of being shaved was beginning to get to her in a way she ahd never known possible.&nbsp; He was teaching her so much, she would forever be in his debt.&nbsp; And chains...<br><br>She padded out into the main room and carefully cleared the top of the coffee table.&nbsp; She placed the towel over the top and then laid back on it.&nbsp; She placed her feet on the end, knees together and bent, looking up at the ceiling as she wondered what it would feel like to be hairless and what he would do to her afterwards...she was beginning to learn that everything that happened here seemed to flow from one to another almost seemlessly like a well written sonata, moving between movements without a hiccup...<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. Sark's Music with Frets in it &lt;BDSM Extreme&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 19:57:44</strong>
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				Jarid almost reached out and touched her as she walked past with that towel around her. It wasn’t that he was afraid of startling her. He was sure he’d pull her back into the tub and the shaving lesson would be lost in her urgent cries for release.<br><br>He even counted to ten before he stood. His cock jutting out like a lance. However she had managed to get him so wound up was a mystery he was definitely interested in probing. The opened the drawer revealed the kit. <br><br>The razor lay next to the strop and the mug with the brush was now in his hands along with latex gloves.&nbsp; The gloves were for effect. A way to set the scene for her and heighten his arousal. He walked to the living room where she had displayed herself so beautifully. One look and he was panting.&nbsp; <br><br>“Good,” He remarked his voice a bit strangled in deep tones of desire as he place the kit and box on the couch. <br><br>He turned back to her. <br><br>“Now to ready you.” He explained as he moved to her head. <br><br>First her arms. He used a double slip knots to hold her and give her that extra tug when she strained to cum.&nbsp; It was for more sensation. A solid hold for her to grip as she arched and she would arch. <br><br>His hands glided up her arms to her shoulder. Massaging them as he bent down to kiss her lips and looked down upon her breasts. He hovered there, his lips barely&nbsp; brushing hers.<br><br>“I wonder how tight your nipples will get as I scrape down your body with the blade?”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. Sark's Music with Frets in it &lt;BDSM Extreme&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 02:24:48</strong>
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				Being restrianed was different this time...Charlotte had been restrained during her ordeal and that hadnt felt like this.&nbsp; As he tied her hands and positioned her a buzz of such delight swept through her her pussy seemed to just became a quagmire between her legs.&nbsp; She couldnt believe how wet she was getting with the thought of being shaved by him.&nbsp; The pleasure tearing through her was explosive...<br><br>His kiss just seemed to be fuel to the fires that seemed to explode through her.&nbsp; She moaned siftly, her body throbbing for his touch.&nbsp; She couldnt explain it, she had never known anyone would make her feel this way.&nbsp; His touch just seemed to make her skin ripple.&nbsp; She was so hot for him.<br><br>"Please, please Sir touch me!!! I cant explain it, but I need you to touch me." She whispered, her body screaming out for his attention.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. Sark's Music with Frets in it &lt;BDSM Extreme&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 06:27:10</strong>
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				He kissed her hard. Once. A deep kiss as he touched her heated desire. His fingers combing thru her curly hairs of her mound.&nbsp; He lifted from her lips to moved between her legs. It was not his hard cock he lay on her. <br><br>It was cold metal of a shaving razor. A hot towel across her lower abdomen. He pursed his lips in a shushing sound.&nbsp; <br><br>"It seems we shall enjoy shaving you often," He said as he swiped the sharp edge over her mound. <br><br>It left a bare row in the middle of her white foam forest. He wiped the blade on the towel. His eyes dark with excitement as the blade descended for a second run. <br><br>His voice gone impossibly gravel, "Yes, a shave and so much more. Do you wish to feel my length inside you again, Charlotte?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. Sark's Music with Frets in it &lt;BDSM Extreme&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 02:48:07</strong>
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				There was something about his kisses that sent her heart pounding and her head spinning.&nbsp; Every time his lips found hers it felt as if the world stopped and they were the only people who mattered.&nbsp; She moaned softly as he captured her once more, kissing her in such a way she knew no other would ever make her feel as he did.<br><br>His fingers were on her curly pubs, and she knew he would find her so wet if they dipped into her molten center.&nbsp; She hoped he would, she wanted to feel him in her again, stoking her, igniting her....<br><br>When he started to shave her she lay still, her body surrendering to him in so many ways.&nbsp; In that moment, as cold steel scraped across her pubis she became his.&nbsp; Whether he realised it or not didnt matter, somewhere deep in her mind it was signed, sealed and delivered.&nbsp; She was his!!<br><br>She had to close her eyes as he continued to shave her.&nbsp; It felt so erotic, it was probably the most personal thing anyone had done to her.&nbsp; She had never felt anything so mind blowing as having him shave her.&nbsp; She had never expected it to make her feel as it did.<br><br>When he spoke his voice was like....she couldnt find the words to describe it, it just sent a ripple of such delight through her, a feeling of pleasure and more...so much more.&nbsp; &nbsp;Eyes opened she looked at him, her body ready, waiting, ripe for him.<br><br>"This girl wants you so much Master, please, oh please take me again, make me yours and yours alone" she whispered to him, her surrender evident in her gaze...<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. Sark's Music with Frets in it &lt;BDSM Extreme&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>05-02-2011, 18:54:05</strong>
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				Jared cupped Charlotte's breast with a gloved hand. The latex wet with her juice and the lather of the shaving cream. The palm cold over the arch of her ripe young melon. A thumb and fingers pinching and tugging her gathered tit. <br><br>The steel unforgiving blade scraped across her mound once more. Her bare path widened the center strip bordered by white hills of foam. He made another pass with the flat of the blade thru the bare flesh. <br><br>She was so open. Defenseless. Eager. It was all he could do to keep his focus and not ram his pulsing cock into her right then and there.&nbsp; He held back and pressed the blade to the next line of foam along her pelvic arch. His eyes hot with that hunger. It rippled thru him as his loins coiled expectantly. <br><br>Slow short strokes to make the pleasure of shaving her. Removing her covering. Exposing her sensitive pussy, her female delights for all to see. He wanted her to know by a simple movement of his hand whenever he wish her vestige of womanhood would be revealed.&nbsp; A slip of his fingers and her clit and pussy lips would present to a stranger who wondered, or a conductor who might wish her to audition.&nbsp; <br><br>But none would have her.&nbsp; Let her fear that. It would keep her anxious and excited later. She might be relieved when he refused to allow it and wanting his touch which he would deny. <br><br>Yes, he mused as the dull flat wiped across her. The blade turned, edge on flesh again.&nbsp; His hand moved to her other breast as he began this next and last swipe. <br><br>The white gone but for one or two spots. He wiped the blade on the towel once again.&nbsp; It folded on itself, the sharp edge encased in the handle. He brushed the handle along her slit.<br><br>Teasing her a little longer.&nbsp; The hand to her breasts traveling down her body to rest on her bare mound. His thumb slipping over the side to swirl her hard clit.<br><br>"You may not cum without permission dear Charlotte," He told her trying to bring her to an orgasm. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. Sark's Music with Frets in it &lt;BDSM Extreme&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 03:07:58</strong>
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				Charlotte's head swam as her body rushed through countless emotions.&nbsp; Pleasure, fear, excitement, apprehension.&nbsp; Things she couldnt even name fogged her mind as he shaved her in such an erotic, exquisite way that left her breathless and her arousal hitting new heights.&nbsp; <br><br>She felt every swipe, every movement he made with the deadly razor.&nbsp; It was as if she could felt each individual hair being cut.&nbsp; She moaned and whimpered.&nbsp; How she managed to keep still was a miracle, she wanted to buck, to arch towars him, to beg him to make her cum, but she didnt, she remained still, quivering gently.<br><br>His hand to her breast made her moan, her nipple hardened, and it sent waves of such delight through her she felt her juices thicken and her body heat up more.&nbsp; She was so hot now, so hot and needy.&nbsp; Her moans filling the room as he finished the procedure. Then he touched her clit, and she nearly jumped, his touch was electric.&nbsp; She was so close to cumming.&nbsp; His words made her whimper she was so close, oh so very close...<br><br>"Please please Sir, please may I cum?" she begged him, writhing under his touch, moaning softly as her body fought to explode...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. Sark's Music with Frets in it &lt;BDSM Extreme&gt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 23:25:48</strong>
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				<strong>Jared ~ After shave</strong><br><br>How would Charlotte remember this moment, Jared wondered. Permission to orgasm. Taking her right to the edge and holding her there with his will. Her obedience assured her surrender. He meant to make it permanent. A part of her daily routine. Heating her to a raw boil and then denying her requests. <br><br>This first effort would be the cornerstone for other more complex attempts. For now she begged while everything about her body was ready to detonate.<br><br>“Not yet,” he said quietly and worked her writhing hips to full thrusts. <br><br>He mouthed each breast. His fingers jutting into her. Slicing and stirring into her and twisting out furiously. The lesson was, you must wait until..<br><br>He pulled his fingers fully out. His hard throbbing cock head was again at her opening. Each breath was gravely shallow, he panted trying to gain his voice. He nipped a nipple as he moved his mouth off her breast. <br><br>His cock so ready he could has shot his cum across the room. He too held back.<br><br>“Only once I am buried deep in your belly. Only then cum for me,” He whispered in choking bits already pushing her slit wide enough for her to accept his angry cock head. <br>
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