tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11328463717407150252024-03-13T20:15:14.162-07:00Chambre et Petit-DéjeunerHere you will find tales of men in loving, respectful, and consenting gay discipline and D/s relationships. If you are under 21, please go away...if of age...please, enjoy.tarabeth1210http://www.blogger.com/profile/14902928357845152351noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132846371740715025.post-29771275275221891102011-09-19T17:49:00.000-07:002011-09-19T17:49:36.179-07:00Everyone's Happy<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="yiv40977106apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.22em;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.22em;">Laird sometimes found it difficult to please both his boys at the same time—often this wasn’t an issue as the three men had different schedules and different libidos.<span style="line-height: 1.22em;"> </span>Since the threesome was attending the weekend of debauchery and depravity, Laird had come up with some ingenious new ideas to allow all three men the pleasure they wanted.<span style="line-height: 1.22em;"> </span></span></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="yiv40977106apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.22em;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.22em;">“Turn around, back up, and bend over,” Laird instructed.<span style="line-height: 1.22em;"> </span>Each of the men braced themselves on one of their dominant’s legs.<span style="line-height: 1.22em;"> </span>Laird slipped two fingers into each of his partners, causing them to writhe and moan with pleasure.<span style="line-height: 1.22em;"> </span>When he felt that both men were well prepped, Laird commanded, “Turn back around, spread your cheeks, and slowly impale yourselves.”<span style="line-height: 1.22em;"> </span>As each of the men lowered himself onto the slick and waiting dildo, Laird undid his fly and released his raging hard cock.<span style="line-height: 1.22em;"> </span></span></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="yiv40977106apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.22em;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.22em;">Each of the three men took hold of their own erection.<span style="line-height: 1.22em;"> </span>Laird, Yves, and August added their grunts and groans of pleasure to the other sounds of men fucking that filled the dungeon, until they all shouted their climax as they spilled their cum over one another.<span style="line-height: 1.22em;"> </span></span></span></span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132846371740715025.post-16151419486907554332011-09-06T01:36:00.000-07:002011-09-06T01:36:12.412-07:00Doms are so easy...<i>This is a short snippet from a new Steve and J.J. story Mel and I are working on...and it worked well for the September 2011 Tea Room Leather Challenge, so I thought I would put it out early. </i><br />
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<b><i>Title: Doms are so easy...</i></b><br />
<b><i>Characters: Cruz and Morgan</i></b><br />
<b><i>Author: Tarabeth</i></b><br />
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“OWE!” Morgan yelped, and clasped both hands over the now red hot handprint on his ass.<br />
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“Go change,” Cruz growled.<br />
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“I’m appropriately dressed.” Mischief sparkled in Morgan’s eyes. He wore a very tight and short tank top which read, “( · ) – Before and (O) – After,” and a leather snap cock ring.<br />
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Cruz landed another sharp smack.<br />
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“Boy, you have two minutes to change into something made of leather which appropriately covers your genitals and ass. The guidelines for server attire were clearly laid out in the service sub contract you signed. Now, if you refuse to change, I will spank you and then put you on a bus back to Toronto. I believe that was also spelled out in your contract.”<br />
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“Fine. Changing.” Morgan snapped.<br />
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Cruz landed another firm swat.<br />
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“What was that for?”<br />
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“Attitude.” Cruz answered. “Oh, and boy, I finish my shift at midnight. Want to play?”<br />
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Morgan smiled. These working Doms were so easy.<br />
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132846371740715025.post-68307160402002275132011-05-29T19:54:00.000-07:002011-05-29T19:58:38.913-07:00Epilogue - Le Chef, Le Mineur, les Aubergistes Dominants, et le Chien<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; tab-stops: 443.0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i></i></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><span lang="EN-GB">Authors: </span><span lang="EN-GB">Mel and Tarabeth </span></i></b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i> </i></b></span><br />
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</span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"Using only your thumb spread the precum around the head of your cock. Do not do anything else,” Steve ordered. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"No, don't push; just rub your finger back and forth while you stroke your cock. Use the same motion over and over." <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A groan of frustration filled the air as Jean-Jacques fought to hold back and to obey his Dom. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Hanging onto the sound of Steve's voice, J.J. continued to stroke himself. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"Picture me as I am dressed in well worn leather-- smelling like leather and sex. Find my scent, J.J.--focus on your hands and my scent. Know that you belong to me." <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"Oh, yes." <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"Tease your hole with your finger and think about me kissing your ass and imagine my hands surrounding your dick." <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Behind the blindfold the vision was so real Jean-Jacques could feel and smell the things just as they had been described--Steve dressed in black leather, riding crop ready to strike, reeking of sex. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"Harder, Jean-Jacques, pump yourself harder." <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Jean-Jacques’ breathing was ragged, and he arched his back. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"Stop!” Steve ordered, "leave your hands where they are, don’t move them!" <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"Please...,” J.J .begged. He laid still, his hands where his lover had ordered them. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">“Beautiful baby, you’re so beautiful.” Steve moved closer and let his finger lightly ghost over his sub’s lips. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Immediately the lips parted in anticipation, and Steve slowly slid his finger into the warm wetness until it was sucked in deeply. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Jean-Jacques nursed on the finger; he wanted so much more, but knew it would only come at his Top’s pleasure. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Steve cruelly raised the riding crop and brought it down in a stinging strike across the back of J.J.’s thighs. He pulled his finger from his sub’s mouth, and the boy let out a pained and startled gasp. “Sit up!”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Cock still raging and startled from the sudden pain on his thighs Jean-Jacques fought to obey the order. Steve took firm hold of the boy’s bicep and guided him off the table. “Move, boy.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Steve led the shaking boy a few steps to the spanking horse. It had been designed to his own personal taste with padding and restraints where he wanted them; it would support his boy so that his body was not straining anywhere. It stood at the proper height so that Steve didn't have to bend unnecessarily during scenes, and it was bolted to the floor allowing no possibility of movement. Steve knew even a well trained sub like Jean-Jacques would give into the urge to squirm during a scene.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"I love you," Steve promised J.J. before he assisted his boy to lay face down on the spanking horse. Steve tucked Jean-Jacques’ genitals carefully inside a padded hole. He fastened the restraints around his sub’s ankles and wrists and secured a wide padded strap over J.J.’s lower back to protect his kidneys. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Steve took a long wide black plug and greased it before he pressed it against Jean-Jacques’ quivering hole. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"Ooooo," J.J. groaned and wiggled on the table. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Steve slapped the exposed ass. “Silence, boy.” He continued to work the plug into his lover. Once it was well seated, Steve stood back to scrutinize his work. He adjusted the lighting, focusing three lights on Jean-Jacques’ body, so his boy could feel their warmth on his back.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"Are you ready, my pet?" Steve asked while caressing his boy's ass. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"Uh-huh." <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Steve turned on a low rhythmic music which filled the room. He kissed each of Jean-Jacques’ butt cheeks. He began to swat J.J.’s ass to the beat of the drum. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Steve’s hand fell again and again, and Jean-Jacques' breathing now aligned with the beat of the drum. The music changed to something gentle and the insistent drumbeat disappeared. Steve kissed the reddened flesh of Jean-Jacques’ ass and sprayed a mist of cool water on it. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Jean-Jacques moaned. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Moving to the pegboard, Steve selected a ping-pong shaped leather paddle. When the music changed for a third time, Steve swung the paddle. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Jean-Jacques sobbed. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Steve knelt so his face was close to his boy's. "I'm gonna take you flying, baby." <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">He continued to swat again and again<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-GB">"Mon titan!"</span></i><span lang="EN-GB"> Jean-Jacques pleaded. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"I'm here, just like always. Relax into the pain. Be one with your body." <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">J.J. stifled a sob with the next blow. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"No, baby, let it go." Steve waited until after the next blow, and then continued his soothing litany. "Breathe, baby, deep breaths, count one, two, three, and let it go." <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Steve struck again and talked through the breathing exercise. After another five swats, Jean-Jacques’ breathing had found the rhythm, and he was moaning as the paddle struck his ass hard. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Steve paused and ran his fingers under the lamb’s wool and leather blindfold covering J.J.'s eyes. He carefully checked the wrist restraints, ensuring all was safe comfortable. He lifted a cup of water and placed the straw between Jean-Jacques’ lips. "Easy, baby, just drink a little." <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">When Steve took the straw away, Jean-Jacques whispered, "Pee, I need to pee." <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"Okay, baby, I'll take care of you." He kissed his sub's forehead. "You're such a good boy, and I love you." <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Steve returned the paddle to the pegboard and reached under the spanking horse for the urinal, he got down on his knees under Jean-Jacques and slipped the plastic jar around his cock. “Let it go baby.” When J.J. finished, Steve quickly took the jar and emptied it the en suite bathroom. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">When he returned he picked up a heavy leather tawse. “Okay. baby?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Jean-Jacques let out a soft moan of affirmation. The sound of music changed again, and Steve raised the tawse bringing it down in a solid strike across the flaming buttocks before him. He gave ten strong well-spaced blows before stopping. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Steve knelt down and whispered, "I love you, baby, you're so good and so strong. I'll release you soon, and it'll be so good." He leaned over to massage Jean-Jacques’ shoulders. He stood and donned a pair of examination gloves, snapping the latex, causing the room to ring with its distinctive sound. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Jean-Jacques flinched. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Steve reached into the bucket of ice he had placed under the spanking horse prior to the session. He grabbed several ice-cubes in his gloved hands and ran them over J.J.'s abused fleshed. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Jean-Jacques whimpered and shivered as Steve ran the ice along the inside of his legs and around his balls. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Steve dropped the ice back into the bucket, and then he removed the butt plug from Jean-Jacques’ ass. Taking a tube of cold K-Y from the refrigerator, he squirted the cold gel into his hand before he slipped his gloved fingers inside J.J.'s body. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">J.J. let out a gasp. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Steve took a long thick dildo from the pegboard and smeared cold lube over it. He slowly inserted the dildo half way into Jean-Jacques. Once his submissive had accepted the rubber bulk, Steve began to fuck him with it. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Jean-Jacques was gasping for air when Steve removed the dildo and placed it in the bucket with the butt plug. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Steve gave J.J. more water through the straw, and took another dildo from the toy display; this one had a battery pack attached by a thin white wire. He eased it into Jean-Jacques’ ass and turned the small dial, causing the boy to call out to him<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"Easy, baby, soon, very soon." Steve slowly rubbed warmed massage oil into Jean-Jacques’ shoulders while the vibrator continued to work in the sub’s ass. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Jean-Jacques was wild from the heat of the whipping and the stimulation of the vibrator on his prostate. It was only Steve’s hands on his shoulders that kept him grounded. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Steve moved in behind J.J. and slowly pulled the vibrator from his body. He began to release the restraints and pulled the compliant body up. He hefted the smaller man up into his arms and carried him over to the satin sheet covered bed. Steve gently laid Jean-Jacques on his back, and the boy murmured nonsense words as Steve gently positioned a wedge pillow under his butt. Steve opened the codpiece on his leather pants to release his raging cock. He lifted his boy’s legs up onto his shoulders and aligned himself at the rosy entrance.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">“Now, baby!” He cried plunging his hard cock deep into his lover. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Jean-Jacques was euphoric from the endorphins and adrenaline. His need for sexual release was driving him out of his mind. It took only a few strokes before both men were screaming out their release: Jean-Jacques’ shooting across his abdomen, and Steve’s pouring deep into his lover. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="NormalWeb1" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A while later, Steve gently washed his lover’s body and Jean-Jacques looked up at him. “<i>Tu fais me voler plus haut que les étoiles. Je t’aime plus que les mots peuvent dire.”</i> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3e77cc; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132846371740715025.post-15572618469946694602011-05-20T14:20:00.000-07:002011-05-20T14:20:55.419-07:00Le Petit Déjeuner au Lit<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Written for the <a href="http://www.lsfiction.com/main" style="color: #298bd5; text-decoration: none;"><i>Loving Swats</i></a> May 2011 <i>Breakfast in Bed</i> Drabble Challenge</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhazjQUitGJb5gta-uvmuNVT-8vxwjqWALP7XlFShjBq1Cg6HDbERPoyHfbPEkm8fJGnRzPFzTGFnKXkQ1cMPLlot1N3boXNg4P_Q0b5ZwpuAC-N2YTxVpCWnSu-SfJIy4Oygpx0Kf5xs/s1600/IMG_2465.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhazjQUitGJb5gta-uvmuNVT-8vxwjqWALP7XlFShjBq1Cg6HDbERPoyHfbPEkm8fJGnRzPFzTGFnKXkQ1cMPLlot1N3boXNg4P_Q0b5ZwpuAC-N2YTxVpCWnSu-SfJIy4Oygpx0Kf5xs/s320/IMG_2465.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Le Petit Déjeuner au Lit </span></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><b><i>by Mel</i></b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 15px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="apple-style-span">Jean-Jacques carefully arranged the last of the items on the tray. Belgian waffle, fresh raspberry compote, maple syrup, whipped cream, crispy bacon, café au lait, vase with a single yellow rose from the garden, and the morning paper. Perfection!</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 15px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="apple-style-span">He opened the door to the bedroom and lay the tray down on the night table and knelt submissively beside the bed to await his dom’s return from the en suite. <o></o></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 15px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="apple-style-span"><o> </o></span>Steve entered the room and smiled at the sight that greeted him, kneeling naked sub, cock encased in a chastity device, head bowed, hands behind back, freshly spanked bottom. Perfection!</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0