Discipline Lessons in the Castle [Game Thread]
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				Title: <strong>Discipline Lessons in the Castle [Game Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rick957</strong> on <strong>07-07-2009, 22:00:37</strong>
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				George was a successful middle-aged investor with more money and time than he could put to good use. Shortly after acquiring his fortune -- by shortselling stocks and betting on the misfortunes of others -- he had purchased a large castle from a small Eastern European country, which he had transported brick-by-brick to his wooded estate. <br><br>George:<br>http://elliquiy.com/wiki/File:Pic18.jpg (http://elliquiy.com/wiki/File:Pic18.jpg)<br><br>The castle:<br>http://elliquiy.com/wiki/File:Dsc04264.jpg (http://elliquiy.com/wiki/File:Dsc04264.jpg)<br><br>The bright facade gave little indication of the depravities within.&nbsp; He had updated parts of the castle with luxurious modern niceties, while preserving the malevolent ambience of other rooms.&nbsp; <br><br>Here he played host to small parties for other bored millionaires who shared his domineering tendencies. Recruiting at elite schools throughout New England, he kept a rotating stable of young submissives on hand, squiring them away in rooms within the castle.<br><br>George entered the large, central meeting room and greeted his two compatriates disinterestedly. The three men sat at a large oak table in a room with high ceilings lit only by candelight. The flickering flames danced over the sneers of the businessmen and swarmed over the walls, hung with toys, outfits, and accessories of various levels of discomfort.<br><br>He circled the table with wine for his guests, informing them that the ladies would be joining them soon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discipline Lessons in the Castle [Game Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>08-07-2009, 22:37:08</strong>
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				JESSICA MARKHAM<br><br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Jess_Avatar_01.jpg)<br><br>I'd been shown to my room in this elegant - and somewhat Potterized - place by a young man in butler's attire. I'd seen no-one else since driving though the park gates ten minutes before the house, if you can call it a house, came into view.<br><br>The butler opened my car door, took my bags, invited me inside then requesting my car keys, disposed of the vehicle. I waited in a large imposing hallway. If Bella Lugosi had swept down the long elegant curvng staircase in bat-wing robes and with an evil grin on his face I wouldn't have considered him the least bit out of place.<br><br>It was <em>that</em> kind of mansion.<br><br>Seconds later the butler reappeared, or it might have been another one, they all look the same don't you know? He picked up my bags and with a cordial gesture of his arm, led the way up the stairs to a long thickly carpeted corridor. We went around corners, up other small sets of steps and down more, further corridors branching off in endless directions. The whole place was lit only by naked flames secured in sconces on the walls. It was halfway between a Scottish Keep and an Indiana Jones set. Nevertheless I rather liked the gothic madness of it all.<br><br>Stopping outside a door seemingly at random, the butler (or it might have been butler #2) put down a bag and opened it, gesturing that I should enter. The room within was breathtakingly gorgeous. Rich dark drapes framed the evening sky at a tall lead-paned window and thick rugs were scattered with enthusiasm over the stone flagged floor. To one side a huge four-poster bed hung with russet curtains and to the other side a massive stone mantle spanned a deep fireplace within which about half an acre of pine logs seemed to be roaring away. Again the only lights were naked flames, plus the flickering fire of course and the room seemed at the same time cosy and welcoming yet spooky and austere. It wasn't cold, far from it. It was just... unusual. Theatrical. I looked at a portrait on the wall, half expecting a pair of B-movie real eyes behind the face to be watching me.<br><br>Butler #2 deposited my things on the bed, indicated the en-suite bathroom with one pale grey gloved hand, and a tall dark wood wardrobe with the other.<br><br><strong>"Please dress for the evening in the clothes provided in here, Madam. There are additional items in the bureau. You are required downstairs in the Hall at nine. Good evening."</strong><br><br>With a bow he withdrew, zooming backwards surprisingly rapidly as though he were yanked by unseen stage hands to whom he was linked by ropes around his waist. My eyes widened in surprise but the door closed behind him. I was alone.<br><br>I took a few minutes to explore my surroundings. Night was falling outside and the windy evening showed me only lawns and dark trees and in the distance a rocky hillside. I closed the heavy curtains.<br><br>The bathroom was a surprise. Expecting something ancient and roll-topped on a pedestal I found the large room sumptuously appointed and brightly lit in clinical white. White tiles, a white suite and mirrors everywhere. Fluffy warm white towels and a hint of something fresh and natural scented the air - mown grass, that was it! The invigorating scent of mown grass. Lovely.<br><br>In addition to a shower big enough for three there was a semi-sunken tub reached by two tiled steps. Again, bathing alone in there would be a waste of three quarters of the space. His and hers sinks, a toilet and bidet completed the suite. It was a lovely room. I turned on the shower and let the place fill with steam while I went to the bedroom and quickly undressed, throwing my pale grey silk suit casually over a chair.<br><br><em>Butler #17 can deal with that.</em><br><br>Half an hour later I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a thick towel around myself, tucking the end in under my armpit. Padding into the bedroom I checked the time. I still had forty minutes to dress for... dinner? Had the butler said dinner? I couldn't recall that he had though obviously there must be a dinner somewhere.<br><br>I dried myself, brushed my hair and let the towel fall, striding over to the wardrobe and throwing the doors wide.<br><br><em>Eh?</em> I stared at the big empty space. Empty except for a single hanger and on it hung... <em>what?</em><br><br><em>Wear that? For dinner?</em> Elaine had said George Ellison was kinky but this was... well! It was kinky.<br><br>I reached in and took the dress out. There was no mistaking it. A French maids outfit. In black satin with ruched white underskirts of tulle, a low cut bodice and a little white cotton apron that tied in the small of the back with a big bow. And a lacy cap. <em>Hmmm. Definitely kinky.</em><br><br>If I were to put this on the result might be... my mind wandered...<br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ee/Maid.jpg)<br><br><em>Am I eating dinner or serving it?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discipline Lessons in the Castle [Game Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rahatngt</strong> on <strong>09-07-2009, 00:32:13</strong>
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				This had actually been the first time James had been invited to George's castle as as he swung his sports car along the gravel driveway, he got an eyeful of the castle. It was truly a castle and rather impressive by any standard, James was thinking as he braked the car and got out of the low hung seat. He threw the key to valet waiting as he entered through the front door to meet the awaiting butler while telling the valet without turning, "Just make sure you don't put a scratch on my baby", he said in a gentle low tone that somehow covered what could happen to the poor man if he did put a scratch on the car.<br><br>He was attired rather casually in his tight blue jeans and untucked full sleeve shirt though the sleeves were rolled up to his elbow. He had paid his due as a student and broker and these days likes to live as he pleased. His reputation proceeded him enough so that even in the conservative world of high flying business his casual clothing didn't convey immaturity rather a distinct style of someone who was beyond the convention. Of course his casual business attire didn't include jeans at least not in a meeting with a big prospective client but thats another story.<br><br>He smiled hoping that George wouldn't take his dress as an insult to his fine castle which was not his intention at all. But he was here to enjoy himself as George had offered. Since he would enjoy himself in this clothing much more he thought George shouldn't mind. Amused at his own thought as he never much worry of what others thought of him, he proceeded the silent butler to the large meeting room.<br><br>The butler was really perfect. Silent, groomed and courteous making the whole castle thing that much more real, giving him the feel that here all he wished will be obeyed without protest and censure. He smiling widely looking at all the walls filled with instruments of pleasure and perversion. He loved the whole candlelit affair and there were enough of them to give enough light to the room to not miss the modern lighting.<br><br>He sat himself on one of the chair and shuffled through the dossier that was in the table. His eyes went round as he read, "Jessica Markham". He knew of her but they hadn't met before. The thought of having someone like her under his control excited him but as he turned the pages to look at some of her photo he thought his earlier excitement had been premature. She was really quite beautiful with a fantastically proportionate figure that seemed to be made to pleasure a man. Soon he was sure that he would ask George for her. She was even two years older than him making this that much more sweeter.<br><br>But the surprise wasn't over. There were lots of shots of her in the dossier some at parties or functions but also some taken from distance from telephoto lenses intruding her on her private moments. It was one such photo that made James gasp and raised him to swift and complete arousal. She was wearing a thin white t-shirt clearly without bra and the powerful lenses gave a vivid picture of her upper body and it was the view of two large, puffy and erect nipple clearly pushing out against the fabric that made James that much sure that he wanted this woman, wanted her to writhe for him as he pleasured, played with those nipples and made her beg to him.<br><br>So he waited for George and others to join him, aroused and ready for his meeting with Ms. Jessica Markham to start his journey into the depraved. 
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				Post by: <strong>kckolbe</strong> on <strong>09-07-2009, 04:20:42</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;Kenneth arrived shortly before the stated time on the invitation, always early to engagements.&nbsp; He had met George before, and the two had gotten along pretty well.&nbsp; He wasn't sure what to expect, but he did know that George would be a fun and gracious host once things got under way.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;He sat down at the table wearing a black tuxedo complete with bow tie, unsure what the dress would be.&nbsp; In truth, dress code was least of the things he was unsure about.&nbsp; He had never dominated before.&nbsp; Sure, he had been with women who liked it when he was in charge, but he knew this wasn't the same.&nbsp; He looked around, at George.&nbsp; George seemed a bit distracted.&nbsp; Maybe he was still planning things in his mind.&nbsp; James appeared engrossed in a file in front of him.&nbsp; There was a similar folder in front of Kenneth.&nbsp; He took a sip of wine and opened it, instantly overwhelmed.&nbsp; Not only were all the women beautiful, it was as though they...existed for sexual pleasure.&nbsp; The pictures of them seemed meant solely to arouse him, and they did.&nbsp; He could feel himself straining against his dress pants, but couldn't stop looking.&nbsp; He knew soon they would be arriving, and only then begin to realize how lost he was.&nbsp; Should he just go at them as soon as they appeared?&nbsp; His face showed his obvious excitement and wonder.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discipline Lessons in the Castle [Game Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rick957</strong> on <strong>09-07-2009, 13:39:36</strong>
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				Richly appointed in silk robe and slippers, with only boxer shorts underneath, George eyed his friends' apparel dubiously while he walked around the large oak table and refilled their wine glasses.&nbsp; He wasn't normally known for making such servile gestures around his companions, but in fact the serving of the wine had a typically selfish motive:&nbsp; it was laced with a rare berry extract of Thai origin, reputed to boost both sexual desire and endurance.&nbsp; His youthful friends probably didn't need it, but he figured it couldn't hurt.&nbsp; <br><br>(In fact, there <em>was </em>a small possibility the extract could induce a massive sudden heart attack ... but that wasn't <em>likely</em>.&nbsp; Besides, George figured, what they didn't know ...)<br><br>"The first matter of importance, gentlemen, will be our attire.&nbsp; We'll be getting down to business shortly after the ladies arrive, so there's no need for the formal -- or <em>informal </em>-- outfits," he said, sneering with emphasis as a bit of a jab toward his more casually dressed colleague.&nbsp; "You'll both find robes similar to mine, if not <em>quite </em>as comfortable, in the bathroom down the hall, where you are free to leave your clothes -- the servants will see to them."<br><br>Waiting for the others to return in their robes, George looked down at his stomach and clenched and unclenched his abs.&nbsp; He didn't normally invite exclusively younger men to his parties, and he was feeling momentarily self-conscious.&nbsp; Smiling down at his enormous cock, though, the moment passed.<br><br>Once his friends reappeared, George began to wonder why the girls were taking so long.&nbsp; Perhaps the servants had misinformed them about the proper timing for their arrival?&nbsp; If so, they'd be summarily fired.&nbsp; <br><br>As it stood, George decided he would make at least one of the young ladies pay for making them all wait ...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discipline Lessons in the Castle [Game Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SassyB</strong> on <strong>09-07-2009, 20:15:00</strong>
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				Faith Hatting drove up the driveway towards... her eyes widened when she saw the castle emerging before her.&nbsp; She had thought the castle was the name of the property not an actual castle!&nbsp; <em>Wow.</em>&nbsp; She was sure she had seen it before, in a movie or something.&nbsp; Her thoughts soon diverted to other matters when she pulled up to the door and a butler appeared on the doorstop.&nbsp; <br><br>She tried not to laugh at him as she stepped out of the car, he looked like an english butler one would see on TV.&nbsp; They definitely pulled out all the stops here, she would give them that.&nbsp; She handed over her car keys when he asked for them, then retrieved her bag out of the boot, before escorting her inside.&nbsp; <br><br>Her eyes darted everywhere as he led her to her room, upstairs, down corridors, down stairs, along another corridor and then up another set of stairs.&nbsp; <em>Geez you'd need a personal sat nav to get around the place</em>, the thought popped through her head hoping she wasn't expected to find her way around otherwise she'd be lost, wondering around forever.&nbsp; <br><br>He showed her into a room.&nbsp; The room looked like it should belong in a log cabin but more modern and comfortable than staying in a drafty cabin, there was a solid pine four poster bed dominating in the middle of the room, a fire place with a fire warming the room, a wardrobe and a chest of drawers.&nbsp; Faith instantly liked the room.&nbsp; <br><br>"Please dress for the evening in the clothes provided in here, Madam. There are additional items in the bureau. You are required downstairs in the Hall at nine. Good evening." The butler said after depositing her bag in the room and waving at the wardrobe before he smoothly left the room.&nbsp; <br><br>Her mouth opened to ask him where the hall was but he was going.&nbsp; <em>Flip!</em> she sighed.&nbsp; She glanced at her watch and was startled to see it was almost nine already.&nbsp; Her shoot had ended up over running and now she was running late.&nbsp; She dashed into the en suite bathroom, barely giving it a second glance as she washed up and returned to the bedroom and strode over to the wardrobe to see the outfit she was required to wear. <br><br>She removed the coathanger and looked at the scrap of material hanging from it.&nbsp; She was meant to wear this!&nbsp; Laura had said George was kinky and liked to have fun, but attending dinner wearing this?&nbsp; <em>Kak.</em>&nbsp; Laura had assured her that whatever happened within the walls of the castle wouldn't end up in the tabloids and she was just to go with it.&nbsp; Shaking her head she stripped out of the jeans and cashmere sweater she had thrown on after her shook and pulled on the outfit.&nbsp; <br><br>She stood in front of the mirror, and examined her reflecting in the skimpy corset outfit.&nbsp; Her bust was almost hanging out over the top of it, thankfully the essential parts of her were covered since the rest of the outfit was sheer, her sides and back were exposed.&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>Wonderbaarlik</em> she got to wander around half naked in front of everyone, just as well she was use to it she would just have to pretend she was on a underwear shoot.&nbsp; &nbsp;She slid her feet into black stiletto heels, her five foot nine form increasing by another few inches as she head for the door.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>It was only five past nine so she was only a little late, a woman's prerogative to make a grand entrance, she just hoped she didn't end up being later but getting lost.&nbsp; Thankfully as soon as she reached the top of the stairs the butler emerged and guided her to the door of the hall.&nbsp; &nbsp;She thanked him and then stood outside the door a little apprehensively "<em>Net doen dit</em>" she whispered to herself.&nbsp; &nbsp;Although she lived in the States for the last eight years, she still found herself talking or thinking to herself in Afrikaans, a little quirk.&nbsp; <br><br>Taking a steadying breath she pushed the door open and stepped into the hall.&nbsp; <br><br>(http://i663.photobucket.com/albums/uu352/Anotherblondie/Corset.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discipline Lessons in the Castle [Game Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rick957</strong> on <strong>10-07-2009, 04:31:43</strong>
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				Having secreted away the files containing all the ladies' snapshots, George sprung from his chair immediately upon Faith's entrance and flew to her side.&nbsp; With a quick, admiring glance at her outfit, he took her hand and raised it to his lips for a kiss.<br><br>"Here we are, gentlemen!&nbsp; May I present -- the lovely Miss Hatting!" he announced, offering her his arm in proper gentlemanly fashion.&nbsp; He proceeded to walk her over to where each of the other men sat, and then introduced each of them to her, in turn.<br><br>Relatively cool and indifferent to his male visitors, George always liked to make the female first-timers feel as welcome and comfortable as possible -- pampered, even.&nbsp; He loved to shower them with attention and charm, delight them with his wit -- put them utterly at ease in his presence ...<br><br>... Because, nothing pleased him more than to watch their sense of enchantment slowly turn sour.&nbsp; He loved to see their crestfallen countenances as it dawned on them just what kind of treatment they had to look forward to.&nbsp; The memory of their gleeful grins at the start of the evening made their tortured scowls later on all the sweeter to him.<br><br>Having concluded with the introductions, George released Faith's arm and returned to his chair for another glass of wine.&nbsp; (Incidentally, apart from the wine bottle, there were only three glasses on the table, belonging to the gentlemen -- meaning the ladies would have to go without refreshment.)&nbsp; <br><br>It soon became glaring apparent as well that in spite of the huge size of both the room and the table, there were only three chairs to sit on.&nbsp; And they were already occupied.<br><br>George looked toward Faith and patted his hand in his lap to indicate her designated seat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discipline Lessons in the Castle [Game Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SassyB</strong> on <strong>10-07-2009, 17:56:35</strong>
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				The first thing Faith noticed was the attire of the three gentlemen in the room, robes.&nbsp; She didn’t feel so underdressed now although she definitely had a more revealing outfit.&nbsp; The other thing she noticed was the lack of other females.&nbsp; &nbsp;Laura hadn’t gone into detail about what went on around here, just that it was the wildest sexual experience she would ever experience.&nbsp; She’d never been involved in group sex before and she suddenly felt a little nervous, as one of the guys got up to greet her.&nbsp; She guessed that this was her host George.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>He was definitely a charmer, the way he kissed her hand and then the way he held her as he introduced her to the other two men.&nbsp; She smiled politely and said hello.&nbsp; &nbsp; She looked at James, <em>lekker </em> and Kenneth, <em>baie lekker</em> over, all three men appealed to her basic female needs but one definitely stood out more than the other two.&nbsp; <br><br>Her eyes wandered around taking in the décor.&nbsp; <em>Interessant</em>.&nbsp; She wasn’t naïve or a prude and was all for exploring new things but some of the things adorning the walls almost had her eyes popping out and quaking in her stilettos, but she maintained the air of confidence and calm.&nbsp; &nbsp;She quickly diverted her eyes away from the walls and looked at the furniture, or lack there of.&nbsp; <br><br>When George patted his knee for her to sit, a retort of <em>“It’s alright I’ll stand here and grow tall.”</em> was on the tip of her tongue but she swallowed it, not wanting to offend her host and Laura’s words of <em>“Just go with the flow” </em> rang in her mind.&nbsp; &nbsp;She strode towards him with poise and perched on his lap as if she did this on a regular basis.&nbsp; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>11-07-2009, 01:07:22</strong>
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				JESSICA<br><br>I lifted the outrageous costume up to my chest and checked the reflection in the mirror. The hem of the skirt only just came to the tops of my legs, turning around and glancing over my shoulder I guessed that the lower curve of my rear would just show... I turned again and stared. Mmm... I lowered the dress and looked at myself, naked.<br><br><em>Guess this is what they want. This... and these....</em> I touched myself. <em>Wonder how kinky this will get? How many of them are there? How many girls? A big party? Will there be... whips and chains? Can I say no?</em> Suddenly a warm light headed feeling washed over me. The idea of lots of men staring at me dressed this way and reaching out to touch... and even if I said no them pushing my hands aside. Or even tying them behind me... I swallowed. I knew this feeling. I was getting aroused. Instinctively my free hand cupped a breast and squeezed. Mm. The fingers found my nipple and pinched and rolled it. <em>Uhn yes.</em> I was getting warm. My flesh hardened and swelled, tingling and sticking up beyond the horizontal. I grazed my finger pads over the tender bud of flesh and let out a small breathy moan.<br><br>This idea, of being dressed like this in front of strangers... was getting me damp.<br><br>I let my hand drop and turned. <em>"There are additional items in the bureau,"</em> the butler had said. Laying the maid's dress over a chair I padded across the room to beside the bed. Pulling open a drawer I found the 'additional items' two white card boxes and two small cellophane packets. I knew at once what one of the cellophane packets was, it's rectangular flat shape and card insert showed it to be a pair of stockings. Expensive ones. I opened the pack and unfolded the wispy things within. Black. <em>There's a surprise.</em> And seamed, with Cuban heels and hand stitching, reinforced sole and that sexy little hole in one skin of the welt at the top of the seam. I wore stockings often but rarely this expensive, this sheer. I'd only worn such lovely things a couple of times in my life on special occasions and both times my lovers had appreciated the effort.<br><br>Smiling to myself I laid the stockings gently on the bed. The other cellophane packet contained a tiny pair of sheer black silk panties, tanga style. I unwrapped them and held them up. The firelight flickered through them. Very sheer and completely transparent they had no cotton gusset. Hm. Whoever had picked this outfit was a connoisseur of expensive underwear. That idea was reinforced when I opened the first of the two boxes. It contained the most gorgeous corset I had ever seen. Black satin patterned with self coloured stitching in a floral design. It had six suspender drops and was an underbust design, leaving the breasts bare except for a small balconette fitting that would lift and support the bust but not cover the nipples. I lifted the garment to my nose and breathed in. That rich smell of brand new satin was erotic on its own.<br><br>Grinning I unlaced it and loosed the busks and wrapped it around myself. I spent the next ten minutes tightening here, lacing there, adjusting this and pulling that. I laced it as tight as it would go which was quite a long way and very tight. The front quarter cups supported me so that my nipples, now hard as bullets, were pointing skywards. I looked in the mirror, turning this way and that. My waist was compressed by around two inches I guessed and this pinching seemed to make my breasts and buttocks swell, making them seem heavier, exaggerating my shape. I was impressed. It was a truly beautiful thing and no doubt about it, there was now no question about the dampness between my legs. I sat on the bed and gently and slowly rolled the stockings on. They were so fine and sheer, ten denier the packet told me. I stood, turned and checked the seams were straight before clipping the six clips closed.<br><br>Oh my. Heavenly! They felt so good. I pulled the tiny pair of panties up. My soft hairless sex was visible through the lovely wisp of material. It was like wearing almost nothing. My heat increased.<br><br>The second box revealed shoes and I wasn't the least bit surprised at the style. Shiny black patent pumps with a rounded toe and tall heels. I wear heels all the time, power dressing on the trading floor and at meetings goes a long way to influencing males. It was an old trick; the chauvinism men were still encumbered with could be used as a weapon against them. Wear a sharp silk suit with a short skirt and heels and most men's ability to say 'no' dipped gratifyingly quickly.<br><br>These shoes though were taller than I was used too. I estimated a five inch spike heel. And they were held closed by a slender strap around the ankle that was secured by... I picked the little metal items up from the box... <em>padlocks? They padlock on?</em> I looked for the keys but there weren't any. Whoever chose this outfit knew my dress and shoe size and had taken away my freedom to remove the shoes. Once on, they'd stay on until I found the holder of the keys and... well... asked nicely for them to be removed. He might make me wear them all night... even sleep in them for all the power I had.<br><br>My belly tingled and dampness increased. This whole set up was... turning me on. Like crazy. I slipped the elegant pumps on and padlocked the straps closed. Now I was no longer free, now I was reliant on someone else. I stood up and walked slowly across the room, glancing in the mirror. A slut was reflected back at me. In her stockings and corset and bare uptilted bouncing breasts and 'fuck-me' shoes she was obviously after only one thing. I walked back, slowly getting used to the tall heels, moving elegantly with poise. When I passed from rug to flagstones the steel heel-tips clicked loudly and daintily. I do love that sound.<br><br>I went over to the dress and found it too had a lace up back. Slackening the fastenings off I opened it and stepped carefully in, drawing it up over my hips and wiggling about to get comfortable. I laced up but something wasn't right. The bodice was too low, it felt wrong and twisted. Then I understood.<br><br><em>Rude. That's just... so rude.</em><br><br>It was a topless dress. The tight bodice laced up in back so the dress fitted like a skin over the corset but the plunging neckline was so low it had to be designed to go under the bust. In fact it was cut lower than the corset. The satin front panel across my ribs revealed the quarter cups of the corset that lifted my chest. Breathless at this discovery I adjusted the dress again then the little cap sleeves and added the crisp white cotton apron, tying a big flowery cute bow in the small of my back.<br><br>I added the lacy hair band style cap and turned to face the mirror.<br><br><em>Oh wow. Oh... shit.</em> The skirt did not reach my stocking tops, despite me wearing them pulled right up high on my thighs as I normally did. A slice of bare skin showed between the welt of the stocking and the hem of the ridiculous little fluffy net underskirt. The black satin over-skirt was well short of even my crotch. When I straightened my back a tiny peep of black showed between my legs. My panties.<br><br>I turned around, parted my ankles and bent over. The bulging peach of my sex showed completely, cupped and covered by the sheer - and by now somewhat shiny with moisture - silk.<br><br>Half my bum cheeks were on show and the seamed stockings and heels made my legs look longer. I slid a hand between my thighs and cupping myself let out a little moan. I was burning down there. <em>Mmm.</em><br><br>I went back to the bed for my perfume and makeup and applied small amounts, rouging my lips to match the red of my finger and toenails and adding a small amount of eyeliner, blusher and shadow. Not too much, just enough. I brushed my hair again but loose it didn't look right so I gathered it into a long ponytail, wound it up and pinned it in place behind the maid's cap. Better. Maids don't have long hair hanging down.<br><br>Last of all I went to close the bureau drawer but noticed something else at the back. I pulled it out. A soft black leather bag with a drawstring. Intrigued, I opened it and reached in. The item I drew out was unmistakably a leather collar. Black and with a soft padded lining and a buckle strap.<br><br>I reached in again and found something similar. Then another. Soon, laid out on the bed coverlet were a neck collar and four cuffs and five more little brass padlocks. And a dog lead - a clip and four feet of chain ending in a loop for the owner's hand... And you guessed it, no keys. You didn't need to be a rocket scientist to know where the four cuffs went.<br><br>With the bag of cuffs and the dog lead was a small printed note.<br><br><strong>"These are optional. You may choose to come down without them. However, should you do so, my response will be different. G.E."</strong><br><br>That was all. I wondered about it. <em>Different? How different? Different to what?</em> Less happy was my guess. Maybe it was a test? If I didn't wear them I'd be sent straight back upstairs to change again and be shown the door? Maybe wearing these was my way of saying yes.<br><br><em>Yes to what? What will happen? What will they do?</em><br><br><em>Who is 'they'?</em><br><br>I sat there my heart racing. With a free hand I cupped a breast again and the hardened tingling tip gave me my answer. Shaking a little and hurrying because I had taken so long I put the collar around my neck. It was a good fit, not so tight as to be uncomfortable but snug enough so I wouldn't forget it was there. With a swallow of nervousness I clicked the padlock closed. Then, in more of a hurry I put on the four cuffs, one at each wrist and one at each ankle. The padlocks closed. I was making myself a prisoner. I swallowed at the stupidity of what I was doing, yet on the other hand I was burning up inside.<br><br><em>What will happen to me? What will they do...?</em><br><br>I clipped the lead to the front 'D' ring of the collar (the cuffs all had several similar ones) and had a few quick light squirts of Arpege; under my arms, on my throat, between my breasts, between my legs. I checked the mirror one more time then walked to the door.<br><br>There I froze. I was about to go out into a strangers house, a mansion yes, but without doubt others would see me, see my bare chest bouncing as I walked along; see my collar and cuffs; see my obscene slutty clothing. People would know at once what I was.<br><br><em>An object.</em><br><br>What if a butler saw me? What would he say? Would <em>he</em> touch? Were the staff allowed to? A hundred questions spun around my head as I stood there, hand on the door handle.<br><br>I took a deep breath, then another. It was five past nine. I was late and it had to be a five minute walk to the main hall. I was going to be very late. Would that matter? Would it count against me?<br><br>My head bursting with so many mixed emotions and thoughts I turned the door handle and pulled it open. I put my head out and looked along the corridor. Empty. Swallowing I stepped out and closed the door. It snicked with a loud click that sounded a lot to my excited brain like it had just locked closed.<br><br><em>Come on Jess, you've faced plenty worse shows than this. The Hauffschroer takeover was worse than this.</em><br><br><em>But I didn't address Herr Hauffschroer and his board with my tits out.</em><br><br>It was no use. I set off along the corridor, forcing myself to walk slowly and elegantly. It was cooler out here and my teats had hardened further to painful levels, like someone was using them for ice-play. The cool air breezed around my thighs. My bare chest bounced. At the junction of my thighs I felt the fine silk slippery with my need. I knew my cheeks were flushed. I just didn't know what I would do when I met someone.<br><br>I remembered the way here well enough and walked along corridors and up and down steps. Most of the stairs were bare worn stone and my heels clicked loudly, thundering in the silence.<br><br>I turned at the top of the main staircase and below me waiting by the front door was a butler. #1 or #2 I wasn't sure. He didn't look up but stared right ahead, his back to the stair rail looking at the opposite wall.<br><br><em>Nothing for it, Jess, it's showtime.</em><br><br>I stepped down, my heels clicking loudly on the polished marble treads. Still the butler didn't move. I was acutely aware of my body, every nerve ending was jangling.<br><br><em>You're walking around some rich strangers mansion looking like a slut who wants to get fucked!</em> my mind was screaming.<br><br>I reached the hall and breathing deeply, turned. I looked up and caught his eyes. He was watching me. I blushed the most intense blush I think I've ever done. His eyes flickered and then he held up a hand. I stopped. He said nothing but his calm butler façade was gone now. His eyes glittered and his lips curled up on one side in a sneer. His hand reached out and slid under one breast, lifting it, weighing it and squeezing. I made myself keep eye contact and bit my lip.<br><br><em>Tell him to get his hand off!</em> I should have, but I didn't. His hand squeezed harder and he ran a gloved thumb across my aching teat. Bolts of pleasure went through my body, shooting down from my breast to my liquid core.<br><br><strong>"I... I mean... mmm..."</strong> I couldn't say no, couldn't say anything, the pleasure was too great. The feeling of being humiliated scared me, yet excited me too.<br><br><strong><em>"Would you please put your hands behind your back Madam,"</em></strong> he said calmly, his gaze steady, his voice smooth as though offering me a choice of Sunday papers. He wasn't asking a question.<br><br><strong>"Uhn, yes. Sorry."</strong> His right hand still cupped and caressed my breast and I was lost, liquid fire swam inside me, melting my groin.<br><br>With his free hand he produced another little padlock and with it's open hasp, linked two of the 'D' rings on the cuffs. A little click and I was helpless, my wrists bound behind me, with arms and shoulders drawn a little back my chest was thrust out more. I felt so exposed, so lewd.<br><br>The butler made no further remark but letting go of my chest, he took the lead that swung from my collar and led me across the hall, through a beautifully appointed informal lounge to a set of wooden double doors. I followed behind, having to trot a little to keep up, my unprotected breasts jiggling.<br><br><strong>"Please, you're going to fast - uh!"</strong> I ended with a squawk of surprise as he tugged the leash harder.<br><br><strong><em>"From now on, Madam, you'll find everything goes too fast."</em></strong><br><br>He threw the remark insolently over his shoulder and I was about to bite his head off for his rudeness when the gravity of the situation struck me. He knocked twice with a gloved knuckle and without waiting for an answer, opened the door.<br><br>I had no time to prepare, I had to step forwards or fall. The leash went taut and my neck hurt. I went after him into a huge room with a gigantic stone fireplace and a roaring fire. Again, naked flames on sconces on the walls, high ceiling, tall windows covered with drapes... <em>welcome to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry...</em> things could not have been more surreal if Professor McGonagall herself had been there <em>...time to meet the Sorting Hat...</em> I blinked, knowing I was still blushing furiously, my face and neck and bosom were crimson with embarrassment. How I stayed on my feet I don't know but I did. I was led round and around and <em>around</em> (for a third time) a large table with easy chairs around it. I could half see three men sat there and could feel their eyes crawling over my body. I didn't look at them, but stared straight ahead, the cooler air on my skin making my nipples stand up stiffer than I had ever remembered them. I was afraid a tiny trickle of shiny fluid would bead on my inner thigh and give me away. They could probably smell my readiness...<br><br>The butler did his three circuits of the room, me following, high heels clicking. Then he stopped and I did too.<br><br><strong><em>"Good evening, Sir, the second of tonight's ladies is... late, Sir."</em></strong><br><br>He gave a sharp tug on the leash and with a small <strong>"Ouh!"</strong> I stepped forward.<br><br><em>Second?</em> I glanced around and for the first time noticed a dark-haired buxom woman sat on the lap of one of the men. She too wore stockings and heels and a sheer black - well it wasn't a dress. More a playsuit. She was curvaceous and pretty. Blushing even more I glanced away again.<br><br><strong><em>"Miss Jessica Markham."</em></strong> The butler handed the leash to one of the seated men, <em>they're all in silk robes! I bet they're naked underneath!</em> and then he withdrew with a serene but restrained bow, retiring backwards rapidly as he had before.<br><br>I was left standing there, exposed, bound and wet. I stared straight ahead, not daring to meet the men's gaze, my blush not stopping.<br><br><em>Never had three guys at once stare at your bare tits before, hm?</em><br><br><em>Do I say something?</em><br><br>I was too afraid to speak, so I didn't. What I did do surprised even me. I placed my ankles a few inches apart and pushed my chest out more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discipline Lessons in the Castle [Game Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rahatngt</strong> on <strong>11-07-2009, 04:48:51</strong>
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				It would be an really be an understatement saying that James was surprised to see Faith entering the room dressed like that. She was after all a professional model of some repute so to her so blatantly display her charms like that and sit on George's lap like a sweet puppy was really enlightening.<br><br>So it was with almost breathless anticipation that he was waiting for the other girls to come out specially Jessica. His outward look was rather calm as he managed to learn not to show emotion because of his profession. But his erection was clearly showing another story as his robe was making a big tent on his robe.<br><br>But better surprises were waiting for him than Faith's attire. He almost gasped out in shock as he watched the butler opening the door and lead Jessica .. Jessica Markham by a leash. That shocking little dress barely covering her crotch, those silky sheer stockings showing off her long creamy smooth legs, decadent high heels giving her hight and just a feel of naughty. But it was the top that left him breathless, corset pushing those creamy swell of her breasts beautifully upward and those large puffy nipples totally erect and exposed for everyone to watch and play with.<br><br>Then there was the way her hands were locked behind her back and the way she posed arching her back up and so many cuffs and rings everywhere, the sheer possibilities making him dizzy. He stood up smiling at her and slowly walked towards her, his erection pushing the robe like a spear still covered though. He looked at her at the eyes and raised a hand. He didn't touch her properly just flicked the nail of a finger slowly across both nipples, loving her shocked response .. "beautiful, just beautiful Jessica".<br><br>"I'm James Madsen, we never met but maybe you have heard of me", he said smiling as he slowly moved around her to her back giving everyone again a good view of her. He gently put a on her back and started to move slowly down and if finally went under the hem of the dress and he cupped her from behind, giving most a clue of what he had done. He almost moaned feeling the sheer silky panties and her wetness getting his hand sticky. He made her walk that his hands cupping her intimately and sitting back on his chair pulled her onto his erection this time making sure the flaps of the robe was open and his bare erection rubs on her underside. "comfortable Jessica?", he said with a totally calm voice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discipline Lessons in the Castle [Game Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>11-07-2009, 12:24:28</strong>
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				JESSICA<br><br>One of the men rose and walked up to me. Fearful I stared straight ahead, trying to control my breathing, but it was no use, my bosom rose and fell enticingly <em>someone designed this dress to do exactly that</em> and in my nervous state I couldn't control small shudders of fear so that my chest shook a little. From the periphery of my vision I could see the front of his robe tenting out. A lot. I quickly glanced down. <em>Wow. Big.</em> I felt reassured that I could do that to a man just by walking into a room.<br><br><em>Then again, this ain't exactly business attire dearie.</em><br><br>The man stopped in front of me. I glanced at him. His eyes met mine. He was ruggedly built and extremely good looking in a muscular way. His eyes though... gorgeous, clear and piercing.<br><br>He lifted a hand and I made a good guess where it was going. Two small parts of me always attracted male hands. His fingernail flicked painfully across both nipples and I grit my teeth at the tiny sting. My body burned at his touch. I wondered quite what the scene was here but my bondage inclined me to think I should only respond for now.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Beautiful, just beautiful, Jessica."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> I said nothing, wondering if I should respond. I held his gaze and gave a small nod.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I'm James Madsen, we never met but maybe you have heard of me."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <em>Madsen? Madsen? As in Madsen Brokerage? Is that him?</em> I said nothing but nodded again. A response in my condition wasn't really needed.<br><br>He walked behind me and I faced front, aware that others were staring. A hand touched in the small of my back then slid slowly down over my rear and under my skirt to cup me. It was gentle and warm. I was half expecting a slap but instead two fingers slid lower down my warm cleft and investigated <em>under</em>.<br><br><strong>"Mmm."</strong> I couldn't help make a small sound as the digits reached under to the lowest bulge of my sex. My body tingled more as I felt them sluice through the stickiness there. Now he knew. Now he knew I was turned on. The fingers withdrew and the cupping hand guided me forwards to the chair he had just vacated. He turned and sat and pulled me down onto his lap. I could tell at once that he'd opened his robe because a hard band of heat went between my legs. He had his knees together so I had to part mine and descending the silly little skirt covered nothing. I felt his member press against my silk-covered crotch and I pressed down fully onto him, giving him my weight. In front, if anyone cared to look, my skirt had ridden up even more and my parted knees showed the crotch of my panties, the see-through material no doubt allowing a hint of the folds beneath. I wiggled again on James' lap, squashing his flesh and getting more comfortable. My embarrassment still hadn't abated and the hot flush still covered me. I bit my lower lip a little and looked at the buxom girl sat opposite on the other man's lap. I smiled at her and nodded a silent greeting though I wasn't sure I should. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Comfortable Jessica?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Yes. Thank you, yes."</strong> There it was, my first verbal acceptance of my position. In a way it was relaxing to go with the flow and let others make the decisions. It had never happened to me before; a new sensation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discipline Lessons in the Castle [Game Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lacuna</strong> on <strong>11-07-2009, 17:25:00</strong>
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				Candice smiled moving her sunglasses up on her face as she admired the castle as her friend Tasha drove her up. Tasha was skeptical, but Candice had thought it through. Some time at The Castle was exactly what she thought she needed to relax and take an edge off of the drama of home life. She smirked gently, <strong>"Tasha, can you chill? Have a good weekend alright. I know I will"</strong> She said as she exited the car. She laughed waving at her friend as the butlers helped her take her things out of the car as Tasha waved goodbye and drove off.&nbsp; <br><br>She smiled politely at the butler amazed by the grandeur of the place. It was really something. Her house in the suburbs of Jersey was nice and all but she hadn't seen anything this grand in all her life. Everything from the grandeur flooring, extravagant chandeliers and even the perfect English buttler seemed like something out of a dream of hers. She laughed, she needed to ask Daddy for more money.<br><br>She looked towards the butler now following him towards a room as he ushered the way. She smiled looking at all the doors opening. It hadn't seemed to crowded when she had arrived, but with the number of rooms in this place, it looked like you could house a small army in here. She thought of a small army of men servicing her desires sexually, the thought of it made her wet... she licked her lips.<br><br>The Butler finally stopped at a door opening it for her and ushering her in. The room had a black wrought iron bed, four poster with a pink canopy hung over. The black satin sheets that hung over the bed were just in her tastes. She smiled. There was a large wrought iron armoire on one side and on another side a dresser with a single mirror.<br><br>The Buttler spoke n a reserved fashion as she quickly began to observe the items in the room. <strong>"Please dress for the evening in the clothes provided in here, Madam. There are additional items in the bureau. You are required downstairs in the Hall at nine. Good evening."</strong> The butler said depositing her trunk and leaving her to change.<br><br>Candice looked at her time on the clock it was already 8:30. She seemed like she had been preparing for this all day but where had all the time gone. She slowly opened the doors of wrought iron armoire, they squeaked a&nbsp; bit as they opened. It was an elaborate showy outfit, a burlesque costume. She smiled looking at it admiringly, she wished she could've owned an outfit like this, she would've been very popular with all of the men, if she had been able to perform in this. It was as if George knew exactly her tastes. <br><br>It was an blue corset lined with peacock feathers in the middle.<br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/1620/60594.jpg)</td><td>(http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/1939/60595.jpg)</td><td>(http://img268.imageshack.us/img268/9763/60591.jpg)</td></tr></tbody></table><br>She smiled the outfit was eloquent far better than she might've even chosen herself. She quickly began to undress pulling off her clothes. She had spent the day at a spa treatment waxing herself, being pampered, her skin felt soft and sensitive. She was ready to be pleased she thought to herself smirking again. She slowly began fitting herself into the costume. The actual corset she found fitted just around her breasts leaving her breasts exposed except for the peacock feathers that rose up covering them mildly.<br><br>She slowly put the black ruffled panties on and noticed as she did that a conspicuous hole remained on the bottom of them. <strong>"Easy access..."</strong> She grinned slightly slipping them on looking at her ass in the mirror. She looked good. She admired herself spinning around. She noticed the heels pulling them out of the cabinet daintily they were glass with peacock feathers embroidered on the front. They looked expensive and honestly a bit high for her tastes... but she took them as a challenge.<br><br>She opened the boudoire to admire the other things in there. In one package she noticed a pair of expensive fishnet stockings and garters and quickly put them on, wearing the high glass slippers over them. She also found a pair of long black gloves that came past her elbow and fitted her tightly. To these too there were peacock feathers embellishing the top. The boudoire contained three other items. One a choker with sequins that tightly fitted her neck, the second a small hair clip with a peacock feather. She attached one to the side of her hair letting her red hair down falling over her shoulders. She smiled at herself eying herself carefully as she reapplied her eyeliner a black with cat tail eyes and put on a fresh coat of pink lipstick. She looked stunning if she said so herself.<br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://img8.imageshack.us/img8/8091/60598.jpg)</td><td>(http://img8.imageshack.us/img8/2083/60606.jpg)</td><td>(http://img8.imageshack.us/img8/8129/60609i.jpg)</td></tr></tbody></table><br>She looked at the clock on her cellphone. Nine ten already. <strong>"Well, it's alright to be fashionably late... I suppose"</strong> She walked out of her room looking about as the Butler had suddenly arrived behind her. <br><br><strong>"Miss, you look lovely. Are you ready to proceed to the hall now for tonight's entertainment?"</strong> She nodded smiling as he walked to move in front of her. She could've sworn she felt him brush his hand against her ass but she sighed shaking her head. No she must have imagined it.<br><br>She noticed the three men as she entered the great hall and two women. Both were in lingerie though one was clearly more exposed than the other. <strong>"Miss Candice Straunsen...."</strong> The butler said leaving me in the room where the men were dressed in robes. I smiled biting my lip as I walked in watching. Two women were already being entertained it looked like. Candice looked around inquisitively wondering if she was in the right place.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discipline Lessons in the Castle [Game Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kckolbe</strong> on <strong>11-07-2009, 20:05:09</strong>
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				Kenneth watched in amazement as the women walked in one by one.&nbsp; George had so casually called the first on to his lap, and the woman had seemed delighted to do so, and Kenneth had to admit becoming more aroused by her cheerful obedience.&nbsp; Then when the second walked in, bound with her breasts and perfect nipples on display, he was too taken to even think to walk up and claim her.&nbsp; He watched silently as James walked up to her, calling her by name. <em> Did they know each other?</em>&nbsp; He remembered the folder, and how all of the women's names had been listed.&nbsp; First Faith, then Jessica, then...Candice! <br><br>He tried to follow the examples as best he could.&nbsp; He stood, the flap of his kimono draped over his erection, and slowly walked over to her.&nbsp; He tried to nonchalantly adjust it as he walked, but that only caused it to fall away, completely exposing his arousal.&nbsp; Kenneth broadened his smile, hoping to make the gesture seem natural.&nbsp; He took Candice's hand and lightly kissed it.&nbsp; <strong>"It seems there is only one seat left love."</strong><br><br>He slowly stepped back, leading to back to his chair, where he will sit down and pull her onto his lap if she follows.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discipline Lessons in the Castle [Game Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lacuna</strong> on <strong>12-07-2009, 05:16:52</strong>
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				Candice bit her lip as she looked around the room. All three gentlemen were gorgeous, though she had to admit Kenneth was not her favorite. She smiled politely though curtseying looking gently into his blue eyes. Maybe he would do the trick.<br><br>She smiled looking him in the eye as she watched him sit after taking her hand holding the black gloved hand gracefully in his palm. She looked around at what the other men were doing, they looked so possessive. She frowned at that. She had always been proud of being able to do things for herself... she hated the idea of him taking care of her... well perhaps it might not be so bad, but she wasn't sure if he was ready. He looked nervous... she smiled as she sat. She held a hand against his chest and pulled one of her smooth legs up over his shoulder in an impressive gesture.<br><br><strong>"And if I prefer to stand?"</strong> She asked. She smiled her breasts in line with his face as she admired the cute youthfulness of it. She tossled her red curls back now leaning her body into his seductively as she guided his hands onto her hips which were exposed slightly. She smirked now her glance down at the flap of his robe, his erection showing. She giggled happy by his immediate arousal, <strong>"Do you think you'll be able to arouse me as well as I have done for you?"</strong> she asked as a cocky grin lit up over her face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discipline Lessons in the Castle [Game Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rick957</strong> on <strong>12-07-2009, 07:50:09</strong>
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				Still doing his best gracious-host act, George cracked more than a few jokes to dispel the awkwardness that always attended these gatherings at the beginning of the evening.&nbsp; Between their absurdly intimate apparel and the presence of the wall hung with sex accessories, there was plenty to make light of and keep the conversation going.<br><br>Faith had started out discreetly perched on George's lap, sitting far enough forward to avoid his cock altogether, but after a few minutes of small talk he'd gotten an arm around her waist and started sliding her back.&nbsp; He positioned her carefully so that underneath the thin layers of fabric, his member lined up precisely with the crack of her ass.&nbsp; Nevertheless, he wasn't exactly unaccustomed to the company of beautiful women, so by the time Candice had shown up, he had only about 2/3rds of an erection.&nbsp; Still, at that level of expansion, his cock had already reached a size comparable to the average man's full erection, so there was no missing the swollen lump under Faith's behind. <br><br>George exchanged glances and a wordless, split-second nod with the butler who brought Candice in.&nbsp; After she was introduced to all the others, they had only barely resumed chit-chatting amongst themselves when the butler reappeared and stood silently near George's chair.<br><br>"Faith my dear, won't you excuse me for a moment."&nbsp; George politely rose and gave her his seat.&nbsp; His next movements occurred so quickly that none of them had time to react.&nbsp; They were still talking to each other when he slid a hand into the large waist pocket of the butler's jacket and produced what looked like a thin, tiny chain.&nbsp; <br><br>In fact it was a strong rope consisting of tiny, clear beads terminating in a small heart-shaped bit of jewelry, complete with an attached tassel.&nbsp; It might have passed for a necklace except it was nearly three feet long, as they all soon realized.&nbsp; In a smooth and practiced motion, George glided over to Kenneth's chair and tossed the loop of rope over Candice, immediately pulling it closed around her neck, forming it into the shape of a lariat.&nbsp; <br><br>The lariat:<br>http://elliquiy.com/wiki/File:4-22-001clearlariat.jpg (http://elliquiy.com/wiki/File:4-22-001clearlariat.jpg)<br>http://elliquiy.com/wiki/File:4-22-001a.jpg (http://elliquiy.com/wiki/File:4-22-001a.jpg)<br>http://elliquiy.com/wiki/File:How2wearlariat.jpg (http://elliquiy.com/wiki/File:How2wearlariat.jpg)<br><br>At the same time he quickly yanked her forward, up out of Kenneth's lap and onto her feet, and then further forward still, until she stumbled a couple steps directly into the wooden table.&nbsp; Her waist thumped softly against the edge, followed by a much louder plunk from her upper body.&nbsp; George had intended this result, as she hit the table at about waist level and fell forward onto it, and he immediately pinned her against it with a firm hand pressing down on her back.&nbsp; The sudden unexpected movement temporarily knocked the wind out of her, and she gasped for air in her new bent-over position.&nbsp; <br><br>The whole series of movements had occurred in a handful of seconds, like some choreographed dance -- but George was obviously the only one who was familiar with the steps.&nbsp; <br><br>He had this to say as Candice landed:&nbsp; "I must apologize to all of you for this sudden breach of hospitality, but I'm afraid there's a bit of business I must conduct as host.&nbsp; Our little engagement here was plainly scheduled for a prompt start 20 minutes ago, and neither I nor my colleagues appreciated being kept waiting.&nbsp; Someone must be held accountable for this unseemly delay, and it seems only fair to me that the last arrival should bear the brunt of the punishment."<br><br>As he spoke the butler walked across from Faith's chair to where George stood, and it became apparent that the butler had been holding something behind his back the entire time.&nbsp; He now revealed it and handed it to George, while taking George's position in restraining Candice.&nbsp; The item now in George's hand was a small black leather whip of about two feet in length, consisting of nine black leather straps:&nbsp; a traditional cat-o-nine tails but modest in size, and completed by a tasseled leather handle.<br><br>The whip:<br>http://elliquiy.com/wiki/File:PD370000.jpg (http://elliquiy.com/wiki/File:PD370000.jpg)<br><br>With a nod from George, the butler yanked Candice's panties down just part-way, enough to expose her creamy ass cheeks to the cool room air.&nbsp; <br><br>"Don't worry my dear, you'll find the sound is worse than the actual feeling," George claimed.&nbsp; "At least, for the first few strikes ... Gentlemen, I believe you are each entitled to a turn, as we were all forced to wait.&nbsp; You may proceed after me, if you like."<br><br>With a mock somber expression that barely concealed his apparent delight, George then gave her ten long, loud lashes, squarely on the behind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discipline Lessons in the Castle [Game Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kckolbe</strong> on <strong>12-07-2009, 17:43:21</strong>
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				Kenneth looked Candice in the eyes and smiled as she draped her leg over him, clearly impressed, and was about to pull her against his shaft, noting the hole that would allow him to feel her directly.&nbsp; He'd noticed her glancing around before coming with him, and was determined to make her focus on him.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"I think you will be content here."</strong>&nbsp; He lightly traced his tongue along her upper breast, unaware of George's smooth movement nearby.&nbsp; It wasn't until Candice was jerked off of him that he noticed George nearby.&nbsp; He stood up, perturbed and confused.&nbsp; It was bad enough that George had claimed Faith, the one he had been the most drawn to, but now actively stealing Candice?&nbsp; He looked at George for an answer, but he seemed focused on his task. <br><br><strong>"What-"</strong> was all he managed before seeing the whip, and then the butler jerked down her panties.&nbsp; He stood frozen, partially wanting to object for multiple reasons.&nbsp; He glanced over to James, hoping for some clue as to how he should react.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discipline Lessons in the Castle [Game Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rahatngt</strong> on <strong>12-07-2009, 18:38:15</strong>
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				James was quite impressed by all the girls not only just by Jessica. Then there was the dresses if you could call those dresses, he almost laughed out that the girls were wearing. But it was all lovely and arousing even without Jessica sitting on his lap with a sheer panty separating them.<br><br>He loved the peacock feather dress of the redhead. Each of them wearing so different sort of clothing but all of them are rather exotic and wild and he loved that. It was clear Kenneth also liked what he saw as he took her to sit on his lap.<br><br>The movement that George made was almost like a blur specially it was quite unexpected under the circumstances with Faith sitting on his lap and also considering his age. James almost gasped as that unique lariat grabbed the redhead by her throat and with a painful thud forced her in a bend over position on the desk. It was then James saw the hole in the panty thinking charming when the butler pulled it down exposing her rather lewdly in front of everyone.<br><br>But the surprises kept coming as George took the whip .. a cat-o-nine something James only heard of never really used or seen for that matter. He watched with fascination as she took those lashes one after another cracking over her pale ass making them cherry red.<br><br>He walked over behind her alongside George grabbing and pulling Jessica with her. He smiled at Jessica, "She&nbsp; had quite a sweet pussy don't you think", as he came closer and move a finger slowly along the folds of her pussy and then came over her puckered anus and circled a finger around her rim, "mmm .. such tight little things for all of us to enjoy". He was wondering how the girl was feeling, he had no clue what sort of things she liked. She could be an exhibitionist just loving being exposed like this or someone who was feeling utterly humiliated or even someone who was getting excited despite her better judgment. "She does present a fetching picture doesn't she, what does everyone thinks", he turned around to watch everyone's reaction to this sudden turn of events.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discipline Lessons in the Castle [Game Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SassyB</strong> on <strong>12-07-2009, 19:09:45</strong>
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				Faith was distracted by the arrival of the two other woman to really register George pulling her further onto his lap or the erection nestling against her bottom, but at the same time she was still aware of it and the muscles clenched in her rear.&nbsp; <br><br>Her eyes popped a little at the sight of Jessica and all her bindings, being led around the room as if she was a pet on a lead.&nbsp; She also found herself a little envious of Candice's outfit, it was so pretty.&nbsp; How come she didn't get something like that?&nbsp; She actually felt underdressed compared to the other two ladies.&nbsp; <br><br>"Huh?" she turned to George as he spoke in her ear, but he was already lifting her off his lap to stand.&nbsp; She sat down in the now empty chair not quite sure what was going on as George moved so fast.&nbsp; <br><br>Her eyes bugged as Candice was pushed down onto the table and exposed to everyone.&nbsp; If she had been a cartoon character her eyes would probably have popped right out of her head as the whip was produced and George used it on Candice.&nbsp; <br><br>Her eyes darted over to meet Jessica's but were instantly drawn to the scene at the table, she winced as the whip came down again and again.&nbsp; &nbsp;She was utterly speechless, even her internal little thoughts had dried up.&nbsp; &nbsp;Under normal circumstances she would have run to the girls aid and stopped the smacking but something had her glued to the seat, unable to do anything but watch.<br><br>She was grateful she had only been five minutes late and had been the first of the women to arrive in the hall, if her shoot had over run any later it would most likely have been her bent over the table right now.&nbsp; She vowed to herself while she was here she would make sure she arrived at least five minutes early to any summons.&nbsp; <br><br>She blushed horribly as James dragged Jessica over to further humiliate Candice.&nbsp; Oh god what had she got herself into.&nbsp; Best sexual experience of her life?&nbsp; At the moment she was starting to think it would be anything but pleasant and started to think of excuses so she could leave.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discipline Lessons in the Castle [Game Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 03:25:47</strong>
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				JESSICA<br><br>The men talked among themselves for a few minutes, the one I found out was 'G.E.', George, our host, leading the small talk with jokes and some amusing double entendres. A third woman had come in and more than her stunning peacock-plumage costume and her long-long legs it was her flaming hair I noticed. Surely hair that colour came from a bottle but nevertheless it suited her very much. She was very tall and well built, statuesque is the word and carried off her outfit perfectly. She was claimed, <em>is claimed the right word? Are these men 'claiming' us?</em> by the cute man named Ken. He was seemingly the quietest of the three and the least ruggedly handsome though watching him carefully I wondered if he might not turn out the kinkiest. Still waters and all that.<br><br>James cuddled me gently, his hands on my hips and tummy and whispered encouraging things in my ear from time to time. For my part I began to relax a little. Being half naked in a room full of strangers with my arms bound behind me had been a terribly shameful shock but even after a few minutes without anything too blatantly obscene happening like maybe a sudden mass rape <em>it's not rape, Jess, when you want to be here, it's not...</em> the dense blush over my face and neck felt like it was receding. I even experimentally moved from side to side across the hard bar of flesh beneath me, enjoying the feeling as though riding an especially hot and narrow bicycle saddle. I wondered how it must feel for him, having my soft places rolling against him all the time. By the sounds of his breathing I judged he was enjoying my weight squashing onto him as much as I was enjoying doing the squashing. My own belly was still slick and tender, the tingles of pleasure I'd been feeling since I'd dressed in this rude costume were constant and I felt my moisture deepening.<br><br>I moved my arms behind me a little, sliding my cuffed hands across his stomach. I found the edge of his silk robe and slid my hands together under it. My fingertips found warm flesh and I stroked him carefully, feeling his firmness. I'd been unsuccessful in love for over a year now, a couple of one night stands a month back had done nothing to dull the edge of my need. The toys in my bedside cabinet and my own fingers, though they brought me often to whimpering quiet pleasure were nothing like being impaled on the thick stalk of a hard pounding, skilful lover.<br><br>Looking around the room at these half-dressed women (I winked back at Faith who had given me what I interpreted as a friendly glance), and these openly arrogant, sure, successful men I felt myself begin to tingle more. Arousal. Plain and simple. <em>Jess wants a man, in her belly or in her mouth, she's not fussy. Just don't waste too much time boys. One of you, two of you or all three. I just want it tonight, long and hard, making me scream.</em><br><br>I snapped my head up at a sudden movement and watched George drag the newest arrival, Claudia off Ken's lap and force her down over the dining table <em>yeah, what did happen to dinner?</em> and holding her down with the assistance of one of the butlers who had magically returned silently to the room he began to use a flogger across her rear. Ten hard strokes at each of which she jerked and mewled in pain, leaving her rump marked red with lines and splotches. I clenched my thighs together in reaction, as though feeling those whip strokes myself, squeezing hard against the maleness under me. Despite my experience of the world I had never been hit during sex other than a few playful slaps which hardly counts. I wondered what that felt like. The redhead didn't scream and thrash about and try to rise at once so it didn't seem to hurt that much.<br><br>Still watching her reddened flesh and in my whirl of thoughts, James moved, rising and guiding me up too. He looped the leash back over my shoulder and guided me ahead of him with one hand gripping my wrists together.<br><br>We approached the table and he moved from behind me more to the side, his free hand reaching insolently out to touch between her legs as though she were nothing more than goods on a store shelf he was interested in trying. I watched, fascinated as his fingers dipped into her centre and then trailed up. Her bent over posture pulled her cheeks apart and the furrow and crinkle of her rear opening was fully exposed. James' finger played there and the held down girl shuddered visibly.<br><br>Without thinking I leaned back into him, feeling the hardness behind me pushing against my hip. I slid from one side to the other, pressing against him so as to give him pleasure.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"She has quite a sweet pussy don't you think?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> I tilted my head back, my shoulders too which only served to thrust my unprotected chest out further. Bending my head back and round I put my lips to his ear, <strong>"I think what you have is much nicer."</strong> I kissed his ear gently, and ran my tongue lip over his earlobe, my warm breath drifting against his neck.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Mmm... such tight little things for all of us to enjoy."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> I glanced back down to see his digit still teasing that rude little place while the redhead still didn't struggle under George's grip. <em>Would I struggle with one man holding me down and another complete stranger fingering that place? Would I...?</em><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"She does present a fetching picture doesn't she, what does everyone think."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> My lips returned to James' ear and neck. I kissed his warm flesh properly, <strong>"I think, Mister Madsen, that I want you to do the same to me."</strong> With a sly look I squished my bottom back again, pressing his sex firmly between our bodies.<br><br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Jess_Avatar_02.jpg)<br><br><em>You little harlot, what's got into you?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discipline Lessons in the Castle [Game Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rahatngt</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 04:48:45</strong>
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				It was quite fascinating to watch Jessica's reaction to the whole bending Candice over in public, the exposure and whipping. Her breathing turned ragged and it was quite clear she was getting a thrill out of it. How much of it was just for watching a sexy girl getting humiliated and how much because she wanted it for herself was hard to tell and not that it mattered anyway.<br><br>He felt himself tightened as she pressed her ass snugly against him and her whisper in his ear, smiling he answered back, "then I guess you will enjoy all the attention I'm going to give you soon enough wouldn't you Jessica".<br><br>He chuckled as Jessica expressed her desire to find herself under similar treatment, "George it seems I have an anxious woman here who needs some attention, maybe you and Ken should continue with Candice's discipline for a while."<br><br>He moved his hand to cup Jessica again through her panties and then pushed two fingers pushing aside the sheer garment .. "my girl has a dripping pussy it seems, I wonder what got her so excited". He turned Jessica to face him and smiling gave a fleeting brush of his lips against her as he said in a low voice but loud enough actually to make sure everyone hears clearly, "why don't you take that wet panty off and offer it to the butler so that he can make sure it gets washed Jessica".<br><br>He moved away from her after making that crude remark meant to make her feel horribly exposed but who knows how she would react to it. Its natural that the girls here must have a lot of perversion in them so its a bit tough to gauge their reaction. James went to the wall and finding the spreader bar he was looking for took it and returned to Jessica.<br><br>"Its time to show the world your asset Jessica", as he suddenly grabbed her hair and bend her over the desk just two feet away from Candice, pulling the hem of her dress up to make sure her backside is visible. But that was not enough to satisfy him. He bend down to spread her legs and cuff her legs with the spreader bar to make sure she was utterly exposed to everyone's gaze. Even her ass cheeks were spread out to make the tiny tight hole visible clearly in all its loveliness.<br><br>He circled his gaze around to look at everyone, "Now would anyone would want to volunteer in comparing both these lovely ladies exposed backside and the tight dripping holes. Any insight you have about them or you can just admire them if you fancy that", he chuckled asking that wishing he could see Jessica's face to watch her reaction.<br><br>His had cupped her lewdly open and dripping pussy a moment but soon moved to scrape against her wrinkled pucker with a nails very softly just to let her feel where he was touching and that everyone's watching. "Jessica you look rather tight up here, why don't you tell everyone how used is this hole of yours", he loved the thought of making her answer such question in such a public fashion, to voluntarily reveal things and act in such a lewd fashion. This was turning out to be a very interesting and enjoyable night indeed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discipline Lessons in the Castle [Game Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lacuna</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 14:17:48</strong>
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				&nbsp;Candice didn't even know what to say as George came behind her looping the lariat around her neck. <em>A punishment for being late? ME?!?!</em> She bit her lip wondering why he wasn't satisfied with the girl on his lap.&nbsp; She had just arrived and already had landed herself in some sort of peril... it was so like her. Always the damsel in distress when she would've preferred to be the dame.<br><br>She sighed struggling for a slight moment under George's grip, but it was tight relentless. She needed to save her energy in case she needed an escape. For now she remained quiet though to the amazement of everyone that was there. She normally wasn't one for submitting to strange men, but she had to admit the thought enticed her on frequent occasion reminding her of some pornographic material she had seen somewhere. Her pink areas glistened a little as she fell it bare now the Butlers cold hands caressing her side and ass clearly as he pulled them down in a lewd act touching her from her hips all the way to her center and down her legs as his fingers caressed her inner thighs all the way down to her calves dragging a small amount of the glistening juices with it so the stayed lightly on her inner thigh, as he pulled&nbsp; her panties down to her ankles.<br><br>She blushed, a rare occasion. Candice couldn't remember the last time she had been embarrassed, but it felt good... too good. Even more than her own body shaking she felt her pink glistening... She was sure they looked enticing but the thought of everyone staring at her was overwhelming to say the least<br><br>Then there was the crack. A noise that almost deafened her unexpectedly. Well... she couldn't tell which hit her first the noise or the pain. It seared. Poor Candice, her pristine behind, clear as a crystal ball had hardly been touched by her past lovers except for a teasing spank now and then, but now this.&nbsp; She let out a yelp after the first one unexpected. It stung... the flesh underneath the whip she felt turning hot and red as she swallowed but she looked down at her breasts noticing her nipples hard standing at attention. She was affectively aroused by all of it.<br><br><em>Crack!</em><br><br>The pain again, to her each snap sounded more like a gunshot. She felt far away from the action going on at the other end of the body as George held her down. She heard the most attractive&nbsp; man&nbsp; speaking behind her and a foreign hand rubbing her forbidden areas. A complete stranger, she did not even know the man's name touching her there! Truly she felt whorish, but it would be a lie to say she did not enjoy it. The thought of the stranger being so attractive. She heard the girl behind her too wondering if it was but found herself unable to move her neck back far enough to tell as George still held her bent over the table.<br><br>She heard the action going on in the background... another girl had wanted to be punished. She truly didn't mind the attention though the crack of the whip was horrible. She tried hard not to make a sound but a small whimper came out still each time she was hit. She was stubborn even as a tear fell down her face, the pain was different, to her it was most unbearable.<br><br>She spoke up from over her hoping the whipping might stop, <strong>"George... I've learned my lesson. I'm so sorry for being late. It won't happen again I swear to you."</strong> She said. She was breathing heavily now wishing she was being petted instead of whipped hearing the other girl who's name she did not remember bent over another desk as she spoke. The men were comparing the two. <em> Just great! </em> She hardly considered her bottom her finest asset though it had been nice enough to get a compliment or two. She bit her lip wondering what the girl next to her looked like bent over. The thought aroused her further so she let it linger noticing she was able to see the girls face pressed against the desk like her own now. She let out a fleeting wink at her and then a soft smile as her face changed to wincing again with another crack. She noticed that as much as each crack hurt as she felt each one she tingled just a slight bit more with pleasure
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discipline Lessons in the Castle [Game Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kckolbe</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 19:30:02</strong>
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				Kenneth had hoped James would do something to make things make sense, but now Kenneth was only more lost.&nbsp; He couldn't deny that he was extremely turned on by the display, both Jessica and Candice being very attractive women.&nbsp; Was he supposed to take the whip and go next, or start molesting Jessica?&nbsp; Hearing Candice plead, the last thing he wanted was to be a part of it, but then he noticed the moisture from between Jessica's legs.&nbsp; She was enjoying this.&nbsp; As frightened and shocked as she seemed, she was clearly stimulated.&nbsp; <br><br>He looked around, first to the butlers, some of whom were arranging various instruments in case George wished them available, small smiles on their lips but otherwise perfectly calm and comfortable.&nbsp; He looked to Faith and saw her almost as lost as he was, probably because George had abandoned her.&nbsp; She was here for this too.&nbsp; If he didn't do something he would embarrass himself, and disappoint her greatly.&nbsp; Kenneth grabbed a large dildo off of the table, idly tossing and catching it as he walked over to Faith.&nbsp; <strong>"Feeling left out?"</strong>&nbsp; He smiled playfully.<br><br>(Faith, feel free to describe the dildo however you like)<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discipline Lessons in the Castle [Game Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SassyB</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 20:31:28</strong>
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				Faith's eyes grew wider and wider with each passing moment.&nbsp; Having sex with a complete stranger was a big step towards doing something wild and crazy for her, this...this was just indescribable.&nbsp; She felt detached from everything, as if she was just a fly on the wall watching curiously and not a participant.&nbsp; <br><br>Part of her wanted to run away but she was welded to the chair and unable to turn her eyes away as Jessica asked James to do the same thing to her.&nbsp; &nbsp;Faith swallowed nervously, she was here for new experiences but she wasn't sure she was ready to bent over a table, exposed to the world while three men compared their neither regions.&nbsp; &nbsp; It appeared the men dictated what went on around here.&nbsp; It went slightly against the grain for Faith, she didn't consider herself a dominate person but she liked to be on an even playing field with her sexual partners, she liked being on top sometimes so to speak.&nbsp; <br><br>Movement out the corner of her eye caught her attention and her eyes darted towards Kenneth as he juggled a long pink veined dildo (http://i663.photobucket.com/albums/uu352/Anotherblondie/medium.jpg), and from the knob on the bottom she could tell it was a vibrating one.&nbsp; As he walked towards her, she unconsciously squeezed her thighs together.&nbsp; She moistened her lips as she stared at him unsure how to answer his question.&nbsp; <br><br>Did she feel left out of what was happening over at the table, no she didn't feel left out.&nbsp; Did she want someone to play with, well that was an entirely different story all together.&nbsp; She had come here to add some spice to her life and get over the dried up lake that was her sex life.&nbsp; Her eyes trailed over him, he was taller than her even with her heels on, brown floppy hair and hazel eyes.&nbsp; She couldn't make out much about his physic under the robe but there was definitely some interesting tenting of the material.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Smiling a little she stood up and walked towards him slowly, her hips swaying a little "Just a little." her eyes darted towards the foursome over at the table and then back at Kenneth wondering if asking they could go somewhere more private would result in getting into trouble.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discipline Lessons in the Castle [Game Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 22:40:25</strong>
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				JESSICA<br><br>James was talking but I was beginning to lose concentration. His voice was deep and firm, the tone husky, the sort if voice I liked. A man who wouldn't take no for an answer. <br><br>His free hand left Candice's freshly whipped body and slid up my stockinged leg, under the silly little skirt and cupped the bulge of my sex through the silk panties. His fingers pressed and investigated and to my horror I found my body responding, both with moisture and by my mind of it's own accord telling my ankles to shuffle further apart. I leaned back against him more, squashing his hardness between us and couldn't help let out a small moan as his fingers investigated under the elastic of my panties and slid easily onto my hairless flesh and... <strong>"Uhmm...!"</strong> inside, briefly and deliciously. Helpless I found myself bending my knees a little and pushing down on those fingers.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"My girl has a dripping pussy it seems, I wonder what got her so excited."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> James' hand withdrew and he turned me around. I looked up at him as he bent down... I was hoping for a kiss but he just brushed his lips lightly against mine before breaking contact again.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Why don't you take that wet panty off and offer it to the butler so that he can make sure it gets washed Jessica?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Uh. I... I... Er, yeah, yes. I mean yes."</strong> Amazed at how much this was turning me on I wiggled my hands under the skirt behind me and found the waistband of the panties and then proceeded to spend a difficult minute or so wiggling them down and twisting my hips to get them off. I had to squat somewhat which was hard, keeping my balance was difficult, all the time my breasts jiggled. Finally I lifted one leg and then the other. As the crotch of the wisp of material dragged away from my sex a long clear string of my arousal joined the two before breaking. I turned, bending my bound hands up on one side to lift the panties towards the butler. He smoothly approached and with a twinkle in his eye took the black scrap from me, raising it to his nose and breathing in before, with a further deviant look retreating with his prize... <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Its time to show the world your asset Jessica."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> I glanced at James who had moved away while I was shimmying out of my panties but had now returned. He moved fast, grabbing a fistful of my hair and dragging me towards the table, <strong>"Uhn!"</strong> I grunted as I was pushed face down over the smooth wood right next to Candice, my aching teats being squashed under me.<br><br>I turned my head to face the redhead as I felt strong hands flipping up my skirts. Hands then forced my ankles apart - wide apart - I gasped and grunted in surprise, my cuffed fingers wiggling but made no attempt to stop him. I'd decided a while back I didn't want to. No-one had ever tied me up before but ever since the butler had padlocked my cuffs together I had been getting more and more turned on. I felt a rattle and clinking and then couldn't close my legs, my ankles had been tied wide apart to something. I let out a small breathy gasp of excitement as my spread thighs let cooler air brush my most sensitive places. He - no, <em>they</em> would be able to see everything!<br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/76/Jess_Shaven_Sex.jpg)<br><br>Candice was watching me and all I could do in return to her friendly wink and soft smile was grin a lopsided, cheek-pressed-to-the-table grin back. Her bum must be so sore! A vision of me kissing it better flashed though my head but I pushed that hastily aside. I'd never touched a woman in my life, the closest I'd come was brief kisses and hugs at parties, hellos and goodbyes, never anything sexual. Her look though was warm and sultry and the chemistry in her eyes told me she was enjoying herself. I winked back, smiling too.<br><br><em>'Come here often?'</em> I silently mouthed at her though the effect of the joke was spoiled a little as I gasped my mouth a wide 'O' as a hand probed my aching sex.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Now would anyone would want to volunteer in comparing both these lovely ladies exposed backsides and the tight dripping holes? Any insight you have about them or you can just admire them if you fancy that."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Uhn,"</strong> I grunted again as his hand probed me, his fingers sliding through my moisture and then smeared the slickness up to my anus which they slithered around, gently touching. <strong>"Oh...uhnnmmm..."</strong> I let my eyes close, eyelids fluttering at the sensation of being touched there, before opening them and continuing to watch Candice. If anything having her beside me was rather more shameful than having three strange men looking at my most private places.<br><br>I shuddered and wiggled a little over the table as his fingernails scraped my flesh.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Jessica you look rather tight up here, why don't you tell everyone how used is this hole of yours."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Uh? I... uh... I..."</strong> I couldn't say anything, my face went the colour of beetroot. I even looked away from Candice in embarrassment.<br><br><strong>"I, uh... I mean, never. No-one has. Except..."</strong> <em>Except me.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discipline Lessons in the Castle [Game Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rick957</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 07:25:38</strong>
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				Still holding Candice against the table in her bent-over position, George observed cheerfully as James and Kenneth joined in on the abuse and humiliation.&nbsp; He'd invited these particular young colleagues because he had sensed undercurrents of maliciousness in both of them.&nbsp; And he always believed that there's nothing like a ripe, quivering mass of helpless womanflesh to bring out one's nastiest impulses.<br><br>Responding quickly to another silent nod from George, one of the butlers brought over to him a dispenser of lotion, which George proceeded to slather generously over the reddened areas on Candice's rump.&nbsp; A crisp fragrance of mint filled the air, while aloe vera and other emollients eased the stinging and burning of her skin.<br><br>George finally relaxed his grip on Candice and let her rise, standing next to her and fixing her with a stare of approval, his deep brown eyes glimmering just inches away from her.&nbsp; His hand reached up to the back of her head, and his fingers made their way between the crimson strands, tenderly probing inward to the warm softness of her scalp.&nbsp; With an enamored smile, he commended her show of submissiveness by granting her a single, quick kiss to the lips.<br><br>Then his capricious generosity dried right up.&nbsp; Without a word, he headed out of the meeting room, closing his fist around a bundle of Candice's hair and dragging her along with him, leaving the entranceway door open behind them.&nbsp; Tossing aside his pretensions of civility, he left the others to pursue their own whims and turned down a nearby hallway, disappearing with Candice into one of the six identical doorways on either side.&nbsp; The enormous wooden slab slammed shut behind them, sending its menacing echo back down the hall where they had passed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Discipline Lessons in the Castle [Game Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rahatngt</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 09:43:24</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Uh? I... uh... I...<br>"I, uh... I mean, never. No-one has. Except..." </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <br>He almost moaned listening about her anal virginity. He watched George making Candice stand up again and kissing her quickly took her by her hair and dragged her out of the meeting room to be private with her. It seemed Ken was also getting busy with Faith and it was time he did the same in private.<br><br>He pulled her her by her silky hair and pressed against her tightly trapping her between the table and him. The robe was open and had moved aside so his bare erection rubbed along her ass crack and lower back smearing precum. His finger circled around slowly around her waist but moved quickly enough between her things and moving upward touched her anus again.<br><br>He pulled her head backward by her hair and licked along her neck in a lewd manner ending finally licking and biting her lobe as his thumb circled and pushed against her anus not penetrating. "It was good of you to keep this virgin for me Jessica. I really appreciate it. I love introducing a virgin girl to the pleasures of butt fucking. Of course its gonna be a seriously tight fit but thats the fun of it isn't that right Jessica"<br><br>He slithered down her body and removed the spreader and stood up all while his finger teased her pussy and anus. He smiled at her turning his head to make an eye contact with her, "Now Jessica why don't you push back to take my thumb inside. Then I guide you proper with just my thumb while we walk, isn't that very considerate of me Jessica?"
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