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  1. Charles Audley

    You Asked For It | Tuesday April 12, late at night

    Charles swallowed a whimper and cringed as Juliana hauled him away by his hair. It was deeply jarring, to be dragged from the soft warmth of her thighs and the tranquil contentment of pleasing his Venus to the stinging coldness of her ire. He wanted to apologise for his failing, but he had been told not to speak and so he pressed himself flat to the floor to await his punishment. He trembled, and could not tell if it was in dread or excitement.
  2. Charles Audley

    You Asked For It | Tuesday April 12, late at night

    Charles was altogether too absorbed in his task to sense his danger, striving to make clear his abject submission to Juliana's will. It was less about the physical sensation than the spectacle of his debasement, the illustration of his place beneath his Venus. He had miscalculated there, but, focused as he was and unwilling to break character and look Juliana in the face without express permission, he could not tell. He nuzzled plaintively at her calves as his lips traced a meandering path up along the sinfully smooth flesh towards her thighs. He tarried there, not to tease, but again out of a sense of worshipful thoroughness. The lack of response was... disconcerting, and the small corner of his mind that was still wholly himself appreciated the artistry of that torment on multiple levels. The feeling he could only vaguely identify as nervousness was as delicious as it was unfamiliar. At last, though, his servile diligence was satisfied and he moved on to his ultimate goal, placing his lips at the juncture of her thighs and setting to with fervour.
  3. Charles Audley

    You Asked For It | Tuesday April 12, late at night

    Charles quailed back from Juliana's displeasure, the very image of abject, shamed despondence. He would have flattened himself to the floor if not for her hand tangled in his hair. Caught as he was, he could do nothing but whimper pathetically and stew in the shame and humiliation of his failings. It was an unutterably exquisite torment. He would have liked a moment to gather his breath and his wits when she released him, but there was no time for such indulgences. His Venus had offered him the glimmer of an opportunity to redeem himself, and so thorough was her domination of him that Charles would rather be scourged than hesitate to seize it. Head still bowed (for he did not dare to look up), he pressed his lips once more to her bare feet, paying worshipful homage as he silently worked to convince her of both his repentance and his worthiness. He was thorough in his attentions, making sure to have pressed kisses to every last inch of Juliana's feet before daring to let his lips track north.
  4. Charles Audley

    You Asked For It | Tuesday April 12, late at night

    Crack! Charles shivered and gasped as the crop drew twin lines of fire across his arse. It stung fiercely, and for a moment he allowed himself to savour the sharp sensation. It contrasted and enhanced the arousal Juliana's constructed tableau had inspired in him, and already he could feel the warm, floaty feeling he played these games for creeping at the edge of his mind. It was a little like being drunk, only better. More focused. But he could not let that sweet fog carry him off yet. Venus was angry. He cringed back, more from her words than the crop, and pressed himself further into the floor. "I, I am sorry Domina," he managed after a moment, swallowing and drawing in a shuddering breath as he composed himself. "I cannot explain myself. There is no adequate excuse. I can only beg that you show mercy to your wretched slave, and allow me to earn your forgiveness. Please Domina. I will do anything, suffer any punishment, if you will but allow me to continue to serve."
  5. Charles Audley

    You Asked For It | Tuesday April 12, late at night

    Charles had always appreciated spectacle, and Juliana had orchestrated a truly spectacular display. Everything, her costume, the candles, the silent priestesses (it was appropriate, he had decided) and most importantly she herself, reinforced the dynamic of their game and made it all too easy to fall into his role. He had told her once that she made it natural to think that his rightful place was as her slave, and the eroticism of that knowledge had him shivering, the feeling spiced further by the fact that there were others present to witness his abject submission. "Domina," he half-moaned in acknowledgement of her nod, and, unable to contain himself, crawled forward to prostrate himself before his Venus and kiss her feet.
  6. Charles Audley

    You Asked For It | Tuesday April 12, late at night

    "No, I thought as much," Charles murmured, accepting the silence as his answer, and laughed. He had not expected that they would offer any reply, and was in fact mildly impressed that they gave no reaction at all. For a moment he toyed with the idea of trying to force one from them. But no, he decided, he was all together too eager to see where this was leading. It was leading to intriguing places it seemed. Being stripped was one thing, but being forced to his knees was quite another. He went without resistance, still enjoying the game, but Juliana's attendants (would it be appropriate to call them priestesses? he wondered irreverently) were not satisfied with that. He gasped and jolted slightly as he was struck, a feeling another man might call shame coiling through him, warm and deliciously erotic. He was beginning to show it too, he realised, and the feeling redoubled. He swallowed, suppressed a shiver, and crawled up the staircase as he was bid.
  7. Charles Audley

    You Asked For It | Tuesday April 12, late at night

    Whores, Charles decided, given their obvious comfort with their state of near-undress. Juliana had clearly gone to extravagant lengths preparing for this. But what, exactly, is this? Whatever it was, though, (and he eagerly awaited the moment of revelation, anticipation coursing hot through him) it would have been churlish not to play his part as best he could. And that, it seemed, meant allowing himself to be undressed. Well, I've never had any objections to being disrobed, particularly by beautiful women... Speaking of which, it would have been as gauche to ignore the flashes of enticingly bared flesh revealed as the two women worked as it would have been to gawk at them, and so Charles paid appropriately restrained admiration. They were both well worth looking at, and he grinned playfully at the pair. "I don't suppose you can give me a hint as to what awaits, hmm?" he asked warmly.
  8. Charles Audley

    You Asked For It | Tuesday April 12, late at night

    Charles arched an eyebrow. This was unexpected. He flicked an assessing glance over the hooded figure, looking for any hint of their identity or some clue as to what might be going on. She took Danby's chits in, but she said she was sending them away for the night... There was nothing for it but to advance he decided with a mental shrug. He gave a quick smile and a nod to the doorkeeper and pressed on.
  9. "A need easily met," Charles said, "and one I am sure I will greatly enjoy meeting." Grace's doubts, though, were a serious matter, and he abandoned suckling at the pulse point of her throat to meet her eyes. "I cannot foretell the future, nor shape it wholly to my will," he admitted, "but I value this — value you — too highly to let slip. We will meet here as often as is practical, for as long as is practical, and if and when circumstances should change as to prevent us, I will make alternate arrangements that will allow us to continue these intimacies. You have my word on that, and I hope that has some value to you." And with that declaration firmly but gently delivered, it was all too easy to set reason aside and give Grace what she wanted. (OOC: et fin. Thanks for the thread!)
  10. Charles leaned in to meet Grace, kissing her languorously. In his current state even that simple intimacy seemed exquisite. The taste and feel of her was a warm, comfortable pleasure, and Charles was entirely content to spend several minutes indulging. "Is it truly such a novelty, for you to be held so?" he asked when he last managed to break off from the kissing. "That cannot stand," he decided, nuzzling into her neck. "We shall have to make up for the lack, which means you shall have to visit more often."
  11. Charles laughed softly. "I'm glad you were bold too," he murmured, eye half-lidded as he basked in their shared warmth. There was a wonderful feeling of lazy, relaxed contentment suffusing him, lying there, and he gave himself a mental nudge to remember that he could not fall asleep. "I will be as gentle in rousing you as I can," he promised Grace, and smiled. "If you are certain that you would not rather that I let you sleep." On a whim he reached down to take Grace's hand and intertwined their fingers. He had some time yet before he needed to be up and about and he could think of no better way to spend it.
  12. Charles hummed noncommittally, considering Grace's question. "I cannot speak for all men," he began after a moment, "but for myself... I suppose it is not something I consider overmuch. So long as I am enjoying myself, it does not matter where the control lies. You could argue that it is only the privilege of my position that allows me to be so blasé, and I would not disagree." He gave a slight shrug and grinned. "I will concede, though, that there is a certain... liberation to be found in abdicating any decisions, so if it would enhance your pleasure to hold the reins, as it were, I do not mind handing them to you. Quite the contrary." The uncertain frown that creased her brow displeased him, and he leaned in to kiss the tip of her nose before assuaging her doubts. "I would not have offered were I not certain, Grace," he told her gently. "If you wish to remain here, warm and comfortable, then do so. I would appreciate it, in truth. I like a warm bed." He laughed, then went on, more softly. "And you are not the same as them, Grace. Not so far as I am concerned." Her talk of welcoming him, though, brought a rueful grimace. "I am likely to be fit only for sleep when I return, alas," he said reluctantly, then brightened a little. "But perhaps we could make time in the morning, before you leave." Speaking of time, her last question brought another grimace. "Soon enough," he admitted, "but we have a little while yet." He drew her back in close again, and brushed his lips across her forehead. "It is very pleasant to hold you like this. I am glad to have the opportunity at last."
  13. Charles Audley

    You Asked For It | Tuesday April 12, late at night

    He was only a little late, Charles assured himself, little enough that it fit as part of their game. It gave Juliana cause to be displeased with him, and that would make things fun. Anticipation coiled hotly in his belly, and he could feel a hungry smile curving his lips. (He would have to douse that soon, of course, for it did not fit his role, but for now he could not help himself. It seemed an age of the world since he had last been with his Venus and he felt no shame in admitting that he had missed her.) He had made no concession to the late hour or the breeze beyond donning his justacorps, today a rich carmine. After a sedentary Easter, spent mostly indoors, he felt the need to show he could, even if only to himself. The thought was worth a self-mocking snort. He took a moment to appreciate the effect of the moonlight wreathed mansion. It looked almost fey by night, which Charles deemed wholly appropriate. Quickening his step, and shaking his head at his boyish eagerness, he hastened to the door.
  14. "Good," Charles whispered, a trifle distracted by Grace's catlike movements despite only just having mastered his breath after their last bout. Mostly, though, he felt a pleasant liquid languor suffuse him, and was quite content to pass the time kissing. "You are rather good at being in charge," he agreed, drawing her in close to his side, one hand idly stroking her scalp, "and I would not be averse to a repeat, either. That look on your face when you told me to undress... Hmm." He gave a small shudder. It was a wonderful thing, to be able to bask together in the afterglow rather than hurriedly parting, Charles mused, and the thought prompted a question. "Have you any need or reason to return to the Palace 'ere tomorrow morning?" He asked. "I have some business to attend to tonight, but I can yet linger a while, and will be back before the dawn, if you wish to spend the night."
  15. There was nothing Grace could have said that Charles would have found more welcome, especially given the effect her preceding convulsion had had on him. "Then let go," he managed to groan out through gritted teeth. "Let go for me..." Her nails dug into his arms, and the sudden sting was an exquisite contrast to the barely contained pleasure boiling through him. Then she moaned, and in that moment he did not think he had ever heard anything so erotic. He hilted himself, unable to hold back any longer, and felt his climax surge out of him. He gathered himself after some moments, blinking languorously and smiling down at Grace. His free hand came up to cup her face and he leaned down to kiss her gently. "Are you satisfied with my service, my lady?" he asked, voice still a trifle breathless.
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