April182012
theoriginalbloodcountess:
vampiresantiago:
“One,” Santiago tensed and let himself calm and lean into khayman’s touch. He whined as the second swing came down. “Two.” He hissed, eyes falling shit. He never thought he would really like pain, but something about all of this was driving him a little mad. His toes curled and he let out a whine, moving to lean into his master.
If it were her, she would have given fifty lashes to thoroughly redden a human’s bottom and have them ache each and every time they went to settle themselves on a flat surface. For Santiago, she doubted he would ever lay with a pillow between a chair and his bottom. Nevertheless, she enjoyed seeing the red stripes bloom on his skin, her cup rising up to nod her pleasure at the acts. Even her own hunger was pushing up to claim another, but it was pressed down to watch and partake of the visual pleasure.
After each strike of the cane, Khayman would leaning and kiss the red mark that was created by the blow. He knew that his Santi wasn’t the biggest fan of pain, so he rewarded each stripe with a pride filled touch or kiss. He paused just after stripe 12 when he caught a particular buzz from teh Countess.
“The total number of strikes that my Sweet will have is likely to reach fifty, Countess. Just not all will be with the cane. That he has endured this much, with the promise of more, makes me very proud of him. And prounder still to see his enjoyment of it.” He fondled Santi’s erection then, his fingers cloyingly teasing. He resumed delivering the last few strikes.
Khayman then laid the cane aside and, keeping the selection hidden from Santi, selected the soft leather flogger, folding the straps in half to make it more solid. “Sweet, you will continue counting, starting on the number 16.” with that as the only warning, Khayman struck, the leather striking Santi’s right arse cheek with an echoing smack.
(Source: steward-khayman)
8PM
theoriginalbloodcountess:
theoriginalbloodcountess:
I am done with work, and going to make the trek back to the apartment. Will reply to the several threads I saved in drafts. The Countess wishes I had wings to take me there quicker.
The Countess and I have returned to reply once more.
-Rubs her hands together-
show thread, love ^^
6PM
theoriginalbloodcountess:
vampiresantiago:
Oh this was going to drive him mad. He turned to look at Khayman, nodded slowly and licked his lips, letting out a little whine of need. His hand moved to tug gently at his restraints. His muscles tensed as he waited for the first strike.
More and more, she was becoming impressed by their handling of pleasure and pain. She could hear the whimpering, but it could be heard as one of need and desire, instead of fear and confusion. Yet, there was no confusion, Santiago tensed his muscles by the giving of his flesh quivering and she waited for the strikes to hit.
Khayman kissed Santiago, possessing his lips for a short moment, his tongue sliding in and occupying his mouth. “Good boy.” With that he walked around to face Santi’s back. As he did he struck out suddenly with the cane, leaving a stripe across the small of Santiago’s back. he touched it, measuring it with his fingers before he nodded in approval. “Beautiful. and because this looks so beautiful, let us say… at leas fourteen more stripes. I might give more, depending on our audience and how sweetly you sing for me.” He started to swing again.
(Source: steward-khayman)
April162012
theoriginalbloodcountess:
vampiresantiago:
Santiago bit his lip as Khayman spoke. A shiver again ran up his spine. He wanted all of that. His arms were taunt, any higher and he would have been forced up on his toes. The delicious ache in his shoulders was already settling in. He let out a soft sigh and spread his legs just a little further.
“The thin wicker cane, for I wish to see his skin brightened red and his muscles tense for the future cane whippings,” she stated, her eyes following the lines of Santiago’s bottom. He had a supple rear, one most women would have wanted in her time. Now, the women were ashamed of their fullness. If only they realized to have a full bottom would be ample space to hold and rut upon.
Khayman nodded, his delighted grin both out of place and perfectly in tune for the setting. It was going to be a fun. He placed a kiss on santi’s cheek as he passed him to pick up the cane. It slashed through the air, renting it with a whispered swoosh.
“Sweet,” Khayman placed the end of the cane under Santi’s chin, adding pressure to have him turn his head. “I’ll allow you to make noise as you wish, but you are not allowed words, except to count out the stripes that I shall be giving you. Nod your head if you understand.” Khayman moved the cane to let Santi do that, gazing into his eyes with pride.
(Source: steward-khayman)
12AM
theoriginalbloodcountess:
vampiresantiago:
He was trying hard not to shake at the feeling. His eyes fought to fall closed, but he didn’t have permission. Instead he let the feelings wash over him. The tease to his cock made him twitch before the toy slid home. The metal was cool, but quickly warming. It was surprisingly comfortable, but more than a little arousing.
With the next command, Santiago extending his hands, allowing himself to be tied. The silk was heaven against his skin, made him tremble even more. He loved the strength behind it, also loved knowing he could rip it easily, but that he chose not to.
Santiago licked his lips and waited, unneeded breath uneven.
The Countess had seen such a device used when she had come across individuals who pledged themselves to the teachings of De Sade. In a dungeon of a Los Angeles brothel, a man walked about with the device inside of his shaft. These two men could set all into a twitter of hunger and arousal from the way they held one another. They way they spoke to one another, or, as to what Khayman ordered. Even now, she felt her own hunger which would find itself needed to be assuaged after this viewing was over.
Khayman swung the longer end of the silk up through a hook that was arranged to hand from the ceiling. It wasn’t screwed in, no need to put holes in teh Countess’ home, but it was arranged that it could bear a goodly amount of weight. He tied the knot tight so that Santi was forced to stand with his hands lifted above his head, but he was allowed to keep his footing. “Countess, as our lovely hostess for the evening, will you do me the honor of choosing the first intsument that I shall use against my sweet’s back and thighs?”
Khayman gestured grandly to the arranged instruments: A riding crop, a flogger of soft leather, a short three headed whip of weaved cotton, and a thin wicker cane. “I plan to use most of these, I do like to keep some surprise of what I might do. All the better to keep my sweet on edge, as it were. Will tonight just be the buttery soft leather that warms his skin like drinking a full hot meal? or will I end up going to the cane, and leave a swath of stripes to kiss? Or both.”
(Source: steward-khayman)
April152012
theoriginalbloodcountess:
vampiresantiago:
steward-khayman:
They had gone through their usual power giving ritual back at him, and Khayman was glad of it, especially in this new environment. he wasn’t nervous per say, but it would be the first time that he had ever done a scene in front of another person.
Khayman double checked the toys and where they were placed again, nodding in his own satisfaction. it was a perfect as could be. He gave a small bow to their viewer, smiling a slick little smile. He pushed his hand into Santi’s hair, gripping and tuggin gently as he pushed back Santi’s head, exposing his lover’s deliscious throat. Khayman nipped at the center of that flesh before he said, “Sweet, strip, quickly. But make it a good showing for our audience.”
Santiago’s mouth fell open at the bite, at the feel of the hand in his hair. He gave a small sound of agreement and stood, bowing his head as he worked his way out of his clothes. He unbuttoned his shirt, fingers nimble, but the satin material catching first on his chest, then his shoulders, and finally on his arms before slipping off.
He made short work of his belt and slid from his trousers, wiggling his hips in small circles before letting the slacks fall to the floor. He was bare, a choice of his own for the evening, and he stepped out of his clothes, spread his legs, and clasped his hands behind his back. Santiago put himself on display and awaited his next order. He was going to be good for his sir, show off his lover’s talent.
His task was to earn respect and admiration.
The viewer in question was The Countess, amused at the flurry of commentary over her voyeuristic nature. Yet, here she was, being indulged by two males to let her partake of their intimate nature and to let her see Santiago become vulnerable. Such a gift to be given, and The Countess would cherish such a moment. A moment to watch Khayman lean forward to place lips to his Master’s, but for the moment, his submissive’s throat. If Marquis was at her side, he would have enjoyed such a feat, but this was all for her.
It made her vanity gleam with pride as she watched Santiago undress for all to see. Her own eyes honing in on the lines of his dark skin, his hair, his musculature, and then towards lower lands. An impressive organ and one to surely split his lover in two, but her attention went back to seeing Santiago place hands behind his back. A very good task and she nodded to Khayman.
Khayman grinned, pride sufficing his face and posture. This gorgeous creature was his, his alone to enjoy Others may watch, yes, but they could never really enjoy as khayman could. “You’ll remember this,” he said with cheer, holding up the simple silver penis jewerly. “You will be getting hard around it,” khayman’s voice was smoother than silk as he teased the slit of Santi’s cock with the cold, slick metal, before sliding it in, slowly, his eyes carefully watching for distress of any sort. “You’ll enjoy the glimmer, countess, once this is around him solidly enough. it is something like a sounding rod, but can be left in and used while not in play.”
He didn’t look at Santi as he gave the next order. “Sweet, arms before you, wrists crossing over each other.” Only after waiting a second for the order to be complied with did Khayman start to tie them together with a long scrap of silk.
10PM
They had gone through their usual power giving ritual back at him, and Khayman was glad of it, especially in this new environment. he wasn’t nervous per say, but it would be the first time that he had ever done a scene in front of another person.
Khayman double checked the toys and where they were placed again, nodding in his own satisfaction. it was a perfect as could be. He gave a small bow to their viewer, smiling a slick little smile. He pushed his hand into Santi’s hair, gripping and tuggin gently as he pushed back Santi’s head, exposing his lover’s deliscious throat. Khayman nipped at the center of that flesh before he said, “Sweet, strip, quickly. But make it a good showing for our audience.”
