27 Jun 2008
by chyldeofthenorns
in stories
Mistress told me the idea behind one of her stories tonight A sweet story about love, centered around a masquerade ball. I love the idea of masquerade balls. Like anything could happen there. Everyone shrouded in the mask of mystery. Everything heightened, lost in itself, perception altered. It reminded me of one of my fantasies. One of my favourites. I feel it in special moments. When the energy is right. It first came about after reading my favourite book for the first time back when i was 18. I’m going to share it with you all 
It’s already late, I am that heady side of tipsy, happy, giddy almost. Mistress has left the finalising the rest of her ball to her servants. She has kept my outfit tonight a complete surprise even though i am dying of curiosity. She has lead me to the bathroom. A rich room, with old frescoes on the wall and a sunken bath in the marble floor. Its cold on my feet and i run over it slightly, naked and giggly. I step into the bath as Mistress smiles watching me, the warm water rushing over my pale skin. I turn to her and smile, as she undresses, slowly removing the long silk gown she is wearing, her dark hair falling from the knot she had it in, in waves soft as ravens wings down her back, making her pale skin look like snow. I love watching Mistress undress. i sink into the water letting it cover me, the scent of jasmine heavy in the steamy air sinking deep and letting the water cover me, rush around me as the sound of Mistress’s footsteps are muffled by the water as she gently steps down into the baths.
She moves over to me, every step she takes causing waves around me as i hold my breath and let the water just flow around me, losing myself in my element. She entwines her hands in my loose floating auburn hair. Every touch sending electricity through me until she pulls me up from under the water, Pain coursing through me making me gasp, my body shaky from headrush from the warm envrionment. She doesn’t let go, but tightens her grip making me shudder. She pulls me close to her, sitting next to her in the raised seating, the water lapping around us she holds me tight, my head unable to move even as i pull against it. She enjoys my defiance, it makes her want to break me, have me completely even more. She pulls me to her and we kiss passionately and i let my hands wander over her soft skin as our bodies rub against each others in the water. Her skin is so soft, and warm and it makes me shake with ecitement at every touch as i let my hands wander to her breasts, her nipples. Soft and intoxicating. I lose myself in Mistress as she loses herself in our kiss, my submission to her. She moves her free hand down my body , teasing me, every touch designed to leave me hankering for more. She moves her hand down between the folds of my pussy, as she rubs at my clit, pulling me away from her kiss watching me with an amused face as she watches me writh against her, moaning. Wanting so much more. My hips grinding against her touch as ripples of pleasure wash through me. She pulls me down under the water, pushing my face into her breasts. I quickly gasp for air before i sink under the water, moving to her breasts and taking her nipple in my mouth my other hand on the other nipple squeezing and flicking it. I hear her moaning, muffled by the water. She holds me there, for her pleasure. I can’t breath, i can only cause her pleasure, even as she takes enjoyment in my own. The blood in my head starts pounding, i feel weak, heady and i start to shudder and still she holds me down as i feel my orgasm start to peak, my body shuddering against hers. She pulls me up and lets me sit for a minute resting on her, catching my breath and coming down.
She starts to wash me, rubbing soap into my hair. gentle, adoringly. It feels strange to me, i usually wash her and she whispers in my ear, her amusement tinged with a steely edge.
” You will be a good little girl tonight my sweet because you will be on show to all. You are mine my angel and tonight all shall see that.” She smiles pulling my hair to look at one of the benches by the water. While we were entwined together one of the servants had brought out a dress of shimmering see through opalescent gauze covered with diamonds and i know that tonight i will be hers. Completely.
24 Apr 2008
by Dominant Muse
in stories
She stood at the edge of the housee, the witness to the light shining across the river to the field. She saw the young woman, felt her dawning recognition, the rememberance of that which was forgotten. She smiled then, a smile of immense warmth that practically glowed with yellow and orange hues such as the sun. She put down her pen, still in hand from when she had exited the house to be the witness.
Closing her eyes, a song of angelic hymn whispered from her lips, she opened her arms wide, stretching with her mind to reach the girl across the stream, her guest and friend even though neither of them had ever spoken or done more than hold each others hands. She slowly, meticulously unlocked the padlock the container behind it holding her most prized possession…her heart. From within she began to glow and merge with the starlight that the Goddess vision above her had all around her. Her song became whispered all around her as others recognized her song. Building momentum, gaining speed her glow began to weave its way to it’s intended recipient who stood transfixed as the mirror image of her true self began to take root. LIke a thousand shimmering butterflies, her silvery light, the etheric bond that would continue to bind them reached her and gently, lovingly stroked her shoulder bare against the cool night breeze. It was the touch of an angel, and would remain etched forever in the woman’s darkest hours, as the reminder that no matter what; she was never alone.
She pulled her arms back into her chest, hugging herself on one side of the stream, hugging the woman across the way whos tears slipped from her eyes with silver drops. And there she stood, the connection profound even to her…
In time, when reality claimed the woman as reality so often does, she lowered her arms and though the woman could not see her face, she smiled at her. And as a final act of witness, she watched the energy of the spirit inside this woman whose heart bore such deep scars, shoot into the night sky in a display of magnificent proportions. It nearly took her breath away.
She sent her love to her, and whispered to her mind of all the things that her darkness would never take away. And she swore as she did the moment she opened her heart to her, that she would always be safe…
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For feather, you were not alone that night, you were not alone in darkness so long ago, and you are not alone now.
With tremdous love for my little flower…
Dominant Muse
23 Apr 2008
by chyldeofthenorns
in stories
I sit on my bed, awaiting my tasks with joy, for love of my Mistress. My collar proudly on my neck display’s her name and signifies i will alway’s be hers, with all my will, my freedom, my body and heart. My leash attached to my collar, the chain tied to the bed. I have the freedom only to move to serve Mistress . I am not usually allowed on the bed other than in my normal duties but today is special. mistress is to be here in person and wants perfection. I tend to his hard, muscular body . Adding the sweet oils and massaging in the smell of jasmine into his body. Rubbing my hands over his naked flesh as he lies on his front and i straddle him, my hands deftly moving over his back , feeling his warm skin as he sighs contentedly. He lies naked under me ever ready for Mistress as i on him; only my silks cover me, my body naked under them ever ready for my Mistress’s touch or for my service to the boy. As i sit astride him already does that familiar warm feeling of arousal spreading like tendrils over my body knowing that i please Mistress in this job. Knowing that his very body and Mistress’s touch and needs are enough for me as i blissfully go about my work preparing him for Mistress. I rub the oil into the whole of his body his strong , powerful legs taking care around his inner thighs and groin area not to arouse until it is time, i rub oil into his back and as i straddle him he can feel my wetness on his tight ass knowing that when the time comes i will be ready to please my Mistress in keeping him ready for her. The sweet torture of frustration a joy to me; a powerful tool in my arousal as my training by Mistress has been complete. Tending to the boy gives me joy and pleasure. The anticipation of my Mistress’s inspection and the burning desire to please her, be with her, adds to that sweet trembling joy I hold as it sweeps around my body making my exposed nipples encased in a top of filligree and rubies hard, the goosebumps on my soft pale skin adding to my heightened pleasure of Boy.I rub the oil into his strong muscular arms, one of my favourite parts of Boy’s body. i take the oppurtnity to take in his skin, his scent , the warm musk of his body mixed with the jasmine i so lovingly rub in. I ste off turning him over before straddling his front feeling his arousal under me start by the clinking of my chains, rising just slightly knowing he will not get aroused until he hears the ring of my Mistress. I rub the oil into his smooth chest, the hard muscles of his pecs like silk under my fingers work as i move down over his abs rubbing in the sweet jasmine. I step down and as he lies stil for me watching every move i take the razor Mistress provided for her girl’s use i kneel between his open legs i kneel on the soft silk of his sheets and as i kneel in i smell his sweet musk adding to the chains of pleasure that run through me. I run the razor gently over his ballsack, cleaning off the fresh growth of hair making sure he is clear for my Mistress, taking loving care not to damage the purebred stallion she so adores. I shave his groin around the base of his shaft to make sure Mistress is not displeased. Thinking of how close she will inspect my work makes me tremble. My body and my heart do not wish to displease her.
I leave the bed and wait Mistress turning my eyes to a book as my desire is to grow and learn from wise words. My hair, long and red falls down my back and across my face like a curtain of ruby. My hazel eyes fixed intently in front of me. Boy returns to slumber, breathing deeply his breathing contenting to hear. I lye, the silk caressing the lines of my body the transparent fabric showing my woman hood as i lie with my legs apart crossing at the feet and my arms crossed as i lie on them my nipples hidden but my cleavage there for all to see. I am delicately shaved, not a hair on my body and my skin pale standing out against the scarlet slave robes. I lie ever waiting, ever alert.
I hear harsh footsteps outside and Mistress enters the room, her heels echoeing on the floor beneath. At the very sight of her my entire body trembles overcome by her very presence , her stern eyes looking my body over as she never says a word, i sit back on my heels my knees open wide and my back straight waiting , watching for her reaction. She smiles at me, her benevolent eyes shining and my heart soars knowing i please her. Boy stirs, Knowing what Mistress wishes i crawl towards the bed never standing in her presence. I crawl onto the bed and slowly up, barely making a sound, my job to get the boy ready for her. Mistress’s voice rings out clear to the boy and he rises his 9 inch cock already stiffening.He watches her, not paying me a single bit of attention. i lower myself to my knees taking his shaft into my mouth , his whole cock pushing back into my throat i gag slightly never stopping as i hear Mistress’s words telling boy to watch her as she slips out of her emerald dress. the shawl and bodice falling revealing her naked body perfect in every way. Her curves, her tan, her pert nipples and breasts everything there for boy to take in as my mouth works on his cock bringing it to stiffness i taste his moisture and wonder what Mistress does behind my back but i never faulter my job clear . My long hair tickles boy’s abs and i hear him breath to my ministrations, it gets heavy and Mistress adds fuel to his already roaring fire. When he is ready i sit up his cock standing to attention, tall proud and waiting for his Mistress. I slowly remove my silks knowing as i do that Mistress watches Wanting , waiting, taking in her slaves body with lustful preying eyes.i tie his hands to the posts of the bed tight , so he cant get out of the knots My large breasts brushing his arms as i tie each knot. I tie his feet with 2 silken cords to the other posts enjoying restraining him in perfect anticipation of Mistress. i see him shiver with the excitement within him building like pressure behind a dam. I smile at his sweet toruture knowing Mistress feels the same.
I turn to face Mistress knowing what she desires, standing over Boy my pussy glistening and sticky with my already plentiful juices i slowly lower myself onto him i feel his head push throuh my lips into my tight hole as I slowly lower myself onto his full length. I tremble to hold the position as Mistress watches critical of my every move, any slip and i shall be punished. My breathing controlled I am careful not to arouse myself or lose control knowing my place. I never release, i am hers completely my pleasure comes from serving my Mistress. I feel his hips start to stir under me as he gains full conciousness and i know it is the time to rise. I rise up and off the bed in one graceful move crawling back to my bed as i crawl i make sure Mistress can see my soaking mound, he juices glistening on my thighs as i crawl before i lie down and leave the Stallion prepared and ready for her. I lay back down on my bed on my side so as Mistress can have full view if it please her and i hear her take her pleasure from Boy smiling knowing that later it will be time for this Girls inspection. Knowing Mistress will lead me hard by my leash to another room with some interesting .. toys and have her wicked way with her devoted slave.
