With only a torch in my hand, you follow me through the cold, stoned hallways and staircases of your families castle. Farther and farther down we go, you are starting to come to the realization that you are following me to the dungeon. A nervousness starts to set into your stomach, wondering just what is in store for you in the dungeon. At the same moments, your loins are stirring with the possibility of excitement within said dungeon. Questions flowing through your mind. What are my plans? What passion, can ignite between us within such a dark dungeon? Finally, we come to the area away from all others within this castle. I escort you inside and secure the door behind us. You wait, as I light up the dark room with the wall secured torches. As the light fills the stoned room, you look around, discovering all that has become visual to you. Your eyes engulf the various things, the chains and whips of all kinds, the branding irons, and boards are just a few things you focus on. What your eyes do not see is a bed or a bale of hay, in order to do that which is forbidden between us.
I take you in my arms and kiss your lips. While kissing, I am moving you towards the center of the room. I tell you to raise your arms straight up, and without hesitation I place your wrist in the shackles hanging from the ceiling. An overwhelming fear engulfs your body, not sure what I just have planned. I circle you, fondling whatever I desire along the way. Your fear subsiding, I rip your noble clothing from your body, exposing your most intimate and secret noble flesh. My hands roam over your body, as if you are a petty commoner. Suddenly, my hand crashes against your exposed buttocks, causing you to shriek. A mixture of emotions flows through your body. Your noble composure reemerges and immediately vanishes when you feel the cold wood cross your noble buttocks. With each strike, your inhibitions blow, as wind through trees.
Your noble stature cast aside, your utmost animalistic desires begin to emerge. You're wanting me to do more, harder, swifter, you just want more. I agree to oblige the signals of your body in every way I can. My wood laced hand is in continuous contact with your exposed buttocks, while my mouth bites at all of your exposed flesh, within its reach. Standing behind you, I free my hands of all foreign objects. You can feel the flesh of my body, as I wrenchingly intertwine my hands with your nipples. My teeth sink into your shoulder and you feel the sharp penetration between your legs. Impaling you from behind, helpless in chains, you have never felt such a rush of emotions before.
Screaming and begging for more, i start to choke you, while calling you a "common wench". Your emotions going back and forth from fear and ecstasy, while gasping for air. Your body reacting with mine, begging for me to never stop. I release my hand from your throat, and before you can catch your breath, once again you feel the smooth wood come crashing against your noble buttocks. i lower your chains slightly and order you to bend over. Time after time your flesh meets that smooth wood. Even though there is pain, there is an overwhelming feeling of lustful pleasure surging through your body at the same time. Time passes, your body becomes numb to the contact of the wood, noticing I decide to do something different.
You start to erect your body and I force you back down. You feel my hands pulling, separating your buttocks apart. Forcefully, I impale your buttocks, pain is felt throughout your body, even in your eyebrows. Pistoning your buttocks, the pain finally subsides after a few moments allowing for the animalisitic pleasures to settle within your body. My instincts take over, one hand wrapped around your throat, the other whacking away at your buttocks. I am using your body to my every delight, showing you who is the true master of this castle. You feel my body tighten, then the release of my seed within your buttocks and your own juices flow from between your thighs. The weight of my body on you momentarily before I release you from your chains. I open the door and leave you laying in the center of the cold dungeon allowing you to recompose your nobility (to perch high) once again.
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