karela

       A Night In The Garden

I can't help but think about you doing your dance for me tonight slave.
In fact, I have thought of it all day, having you here in my garden, filled with freesia in bloom, with a fire pit in the center.  You will be the entertainment for my luau, and we snack on fruit as we await your arrival…….

**** karela}Th walks out of the lighthouse, away from the beach, into the woods...into a clearing where there is a great feast going on.  She walks to a quiet spot where the moon is very bright on the green grass and inhales the faint smell of freesia which wafts in the air to her.  She begins to pound her right heel into the earth over and over, continuously pounding to a beat in her head that matches her pulse, which throbs faster and harder as each second goes by.  Soon, she raises her hands to the sky, stretching her arms as high as they will go, grasping at something no one else can see, frantically trying to pull it down.  Still she pounds her heel into the ground, her light silk shift clinging to her damp body.  karela}Th closes her hands into fists and brings them down to her sides, as she closes her eyes.  She leans her head back, her lips parting slightly, a faint moan escapes.  Her breathing is ragged as she stares up at the full moon which moves straight overhead.   Crying out, she raises the shift over her head and tears it from her body, throwing it to one side.  The cool night air hits her damp body, creating a chill, making her shudder….her body shakes, yet she pounds the earth harder.  karela}Th reaches up to the sky once more as a cloud covers the moon and screams out in anguish falling to the ground as the area darkens.  She writhes in the grass, moaning loudly, then becomes quiet as the cloud departs.  She lays quietly, catching her breath, shivering in the cold.  She reaches for her shift, and trembling puts it on, slowly making her way to the fire, thinking of her Mistress and smelling the freesia.  Her Mistress offers her a blanket and she gratefully accepts, cuddling at her Mistress' feet, smiling in the light of the full moon.***

You were not to rest comfortably for long, destined to be my complete slave this evening, I had you bound, and mounted, off to the side of the circle, available to delight the eyes of my guests.  I have had a special sculpture prepared for this, so when I say you were mounted...I mean mounted.  I had showed it to you earlier, a marble sculpture of a beautiful, naked, fully erect young man.  You had complemented me on his beauty, and I had caressed the smooth cock…..commenting on its perfection.  Little did you know then what was in store for you, and now, after your dance, you have been impaled on the impossibly hard cock.   Almost like a work of art, you appear, and the center of attention.  Having been lowered firmly onto the cock, your ankles have been bound to the lower legs of the statue, your head, tipped back into the crook of his arm, so your eyes look up to his cold marble ones...your collar chained to that position.  Your nipples have also been clamped, with chains attached....the long ends wrapped around the stone fist of the statue.  A sight I can hardly tear my eyes away from.

My old friend Paul has joined me at the head of the table, the artist who has created this fine statue for me, he cannot ignore you either.  As we share bites of fruit, we discuss the unusual tableau you make.  I make note of the fact that you have closed your eyes, I suspect that you have removed yourself in some way...trying to pretend you are not on display.  I speak to cecrops, who has been kneeling at my side: "pet...take my leather flogger, and go wake your sister...tell her I said to keep her eyes open."  I watch carefully as he runs to do my bidding, hear your slight moan as he begins his flogging. I smile at Paul as you open your eyes....looking in our direction.  "She is a smoldering beauty" he says, sliding a strawberry between his lips.  I reply softly, never taking my eyes off of you, "You think so?  Perhaps you would like use of her sometime this weekend?".  As cecrops returns, I tell him to administer a flogging every half hour, and turn to discuss the particulars of what sort of fantasy Paul has in mind for you.

Paul and I continue talking for some time, feeding each other fruit and discussing old times with you mounted on the statue in easy view.  We are lingering over our supper, but others have finished and one at a time have gone to inspect you, hands moving over your body in admiration.  Watching, I can only think that you must be relieved to have your cunt full, inaccessible to the prying fingers around you, which are freely exploring your body.  I smile, noticing that your eyes have closed again, and snap a short command at cecrops who hurries over to
tend to his duties again.

"He enjoys it too much" I say, watching my slave flog your pink ass, guests circling, letting his hand move slowly and sensuously up your left leg and whispering things to you that I cannot hear.  Paul lets his eyes caress you,"And who can blame him?" he says softly "She is rather special. I had no idea when you commissioned this work that you had such plans!  Still, she adds a wonderful aspect to my greek boy, and what a novel idea!"  I have to turn my
eyes from the spectacle of my impaled sub to look at Paul's face.  All the years since I have met him he has shown no interest in any of my subs, and I cannot help but wonder if it is the way you have melded with his own creation that has sparked this interest in his eyes.

I smile, sip my wine and speak slowly and seductively "She is my own little animal.  She will do anything I wish.  Perhaps you would like a taste of her? My own special thank you Paul, for such a fine job done.  She is well trained, and has a  mouth you would be bound to appreciate.  It has been a long time since you took advantage of my hospitality."  He turns to face me, his face a study...obviously considering it.  "Come" I say, "we will have coffee….and consider it.  karela slept late today, she has hours of use left in her.  We will put her through her paces, and once we have exhausted her, she will warm your bed tonight.  It will do you good" I signal to cecrops, instructing him to have you prepared with tail and leash, and to have coffee sent over.  Paul and I savor our coffee while cecrops supervises your removal from the statue, and I watch as he gathers the chains attached to your nipples and leads you away.

I have left the remainder of the party in my dear friend Serena's capable hands, but feel compelled to move inside and circulate a little with Paul, greeting other guests as Serena conducts a waxing demonstration in the ballroom of the main house.  We wander, mingling, sipping champagne...my hand through Paul's arm.
He is interested, as he always is, to observe the things going on in the different rooms of the house.  I however, cannot keep my mind off of the thought of you, and can barely wait to take him to the garden room.  I am delighted when at last we say our goodnights and move down the hall and into the garden room.
It has been named thus, because of the setting, with many plants, opening into a greenhouse full of gardenia's, the walls were painted in a forest green, and the air perfumed with the scent of those seductive gardenias.  I am pleased to see that cecrops had set the atmosphere ...the room darkened, and lit with candles, and all of my toys displayed in splendor.  My eyes move immediately to the corner post, where you are chained, kneeling, your ankles and wrists tied behind you.  Cecrops has dressed you lovingly in a black leather harness...your breasts lifted in corsett-like ashion...but
completely exposed, and nicely clamped with your new clamps…the dangling beads matching your eyes.  Your only other accessories are the matching leather ankle and wrist cuffs...and, to my surprise, the black leather thigh cuffs...buckled on high on your thighs..in sharp contrast to your pale skin. I smile softly as I realized he has oiled you, your breasts glimmering.  I know by this that he has massaged you thoroughly.  And I know with a surety that he has not let you cum, though I am convinced he has used his hands on you to arouse you to a pitched fever.  Your head is bowed demurely, so I cannot see your eyes, but I know that they are glazed with passion.  After
taking you in with a long glance...I lead Paul into the room and offer him a spot on the couch while I move to the bar to mix drinks.  His eyes land on you immediately.

I indulge in some small talk with him while I mix the drinks, and take him his glass...catching his attention, I speak to him.  "She is lovely isn't she?" "yes" he agrees softly.  I stand and move to the post, walking slowly around you...and tracing your shoulder with my fingertip.  I hear you moan very softly in response to my nearness as I lean over to unbuckle your cuffs from each other, releasing your limbs, then standing and unhooking the chain from your collar.  "Come slave" I say, and return to the couch. Sitting, I notice with some pride that you have crawled gracefully behind me and stopped, slipping into your quiet kneeling position.  "Kneel up slut" I say, and am gratified to see you kneel up, your thighs wide, your hands
moving behind your back, breasts thrust out proudly, eyes downcast demurely. I reach up and lay my hand on your cheek, sliding my hand gently over your face, into your hair..."see how she blushes, looking so innocent".  I sit back, noting with pleasure the desire evident in the eyes of my old friend. He reaches forward and snaps the beads hanging from your nipples.  "These are clever, did you make them?"  I confess that I did, and watch as he rubs the tip of his thumb over the tops of your nipples protruding from the clamps, I see you stiffen.  "Her nipples are very responsive" He reaches into his glass and slips out an icecube, and touches the tip of each nipple, then circles each nipple with it, and I hear you gasp, but note with pride that you do not jerk away.  Finally, he slips the sliver of ice between your lips, his fingers lingering there for a moment.  I watch quietly before I stand and walk slowly
over to my newest acquisition.  "Paul...look at this fabulous new spanking stool. Miguel made for me I point out the tie down spots, and the wide kneeling step "What do you think, shall we try it out?"  I see you shiver slightly, and watch as Paul lifts his hand to your chin...lifting it till you are forced to look into his eyes...a slow smile spreads on his face and he answers me, never taking his
eyes off of you..."yes Thea...I think we should"

"Kari!...Attend littleone!" you turn to me, looking into my eyes, I cannot help but notice how your skin glows from this small attention he has given you, and I laugh softly.  "What a slut you are" you blush and answer "yes Ma'am".  "karela" I say, "go over there...and choose the thing we shall use for your spanking...choose thoughtfully."  I look to Paul and smile slightly...watching you crawl gracefully across the room...wondering quietly
what you will choose....