Yours2handle
07-15-2005, 2:10 PM
Author unknown.
Madame Charlotte – Part 1
Madame Charlotte gazed into the ornately framed mirror. Her deep green eyes peered intently into themselves. If only her eyes could speak of all they had witnessed and reveal the dark, sensual thoughts that lurked behind them. Her mouth moved slightly and her lips softened into a smile. Even she could not stare directly into her own eyes without feeling a shiver snaking down her back.
She turned from the mirror and went to her large walk in closet. She threw the doors open and instantly her nostrils were filled with the pungent odor of leather. She looked down the rows of different colored leather outfits and then to the shelves, which housed hundreds of pairs of boots and shoes. Each ane shone brilliantly. The thin stiletto heels, the needle sharp toes looked as though they had just been licked.
She stood admiring her collection, her eyes wandering to the far wall of her closet where they came to rest on two large, frightened eyes. She stared into those two dark pits until the body behind them was clearly outlined against the wall. It was a naked male.
"Mfffffff", was barely heard through the gag that was stuffed securely in his mouth. He was slumped, his wrists sagging. He painfully made an attempt to straighten himself.
Under his feet were tiny metal bottle caps that had been nailed into the floor upside down. The sharp ridges of the caps dug into the soft, white flesh of the bottoms of his feet.
"Is that the way you greet a lady…" she asked, shocked.
He made another attempt to stand rigid on the metal caps. This time he gritted his teeth and stood straight before her.
She walked closer to the now shivering figure of the man. She smiled broadly at him. She pulled a pair of leather gloves from the hippocket of her skintight, black leatherslacks. As she did so the male caught a glimpse of her ample breasts that filled her white satin shirt completely. She smoothed on the gloves and drew closer to the skinny, almost feminine figure of the man.
She was very excited by his body. Her hands reached out and the male by reflex drew back away from her, only to be stopped by the concrete wall. Her fingers touched his tiny nipples lightly, they seemed to linger and she allowed them to play with the growing buds. One gleaming, kid sheathed hand slid sensuously down to his heavy balls. Her strong fingers began to close around them.
The man whose name escapes me at the moment was known only as "Piggy". He had come to Madame Charlotte's house four years ago to apply for a position as a butler. At the time he knew nothing of the strange, secret desires of the tall, beautiful middleaged woman. He only sensed the overwhelming feeling of need and desire.
He was happy to take the job for he had another objective in mind; to seduce the lovely Madame of the house. But Charlotte also had her ulterior motives. Had he become aware of these he would have fled at once.
That very day he was given the job. The Madame urged him to give up his flat in the city and she gave him a room in her rambling oId house. The first step was made in securing his disappearance from society. Madame was very warm to him, flirting seductively with the young man as she asked him questions about himself. Did he have a family… A wife perhaps... No, he had many friends, but he was not in the habit of keeping in close touch with them.
The young man thought that the older woman was very attracted to him, but she shied away from his clumsy advances. He reasoned that she was just oId fashioned and that one evening she would come to his room and passionately demand him to consume the fire that burned deep within her.
Indeed, one night she did pay him a visit. And her passions were burning deeply. But it was not what Piggy had dreamed of. He was the one who was going to be consumed. He could fight her for only so Iong and then she would own his body, mind and eventually his very soul.
He lay on his back, the covers thrown from his muscled body. There was a crack in the curtains and a sliver of moonlight played across his body. He held his manhood in his hand. He was large and hard as he thought about the Madame. She had been overly seductive and flirtatious today. He slammed his fist onto the side of the bed. He had to have her. She was driving him wild with lust.
Every night he had the same thoughts about her as he stroked his huge cock until, temporarilly, he brought himself enough relief to allow sleep.
It was getting progressively more difficult. She filled his every waking hour. Only today as he was serving her her breakfast in bed, her hand accidentally (or was it…) brushed against his crotch. How embarassed he was as his erection grew before her eyes. She didn't utter a word. She looked deeply into his eyes, which were burning along with his flushed face.
He stumbled back almost knocking over her full cup of coffee. He muttered an apology and then rushed from the room. As he closed the door behind him he heard her husky laughter. That incident had put him in a state of unease for the rest of the day. His cock jerked in his hand as he recalled her soft touch.
As he lay in thought there was a light knock on his door. He jumped up and threw a robe around his naked body. It was her, he thought, it could be no one else. A pang of fear shot through his stomach as he walked to the door.
He hesitated, but his desires would not let him stop for long. He opened the door and Madame Charlotte stood before him. She was dressed in a long, glove leather gown. It was cut deeply in the front, her breasts barely covered by the thin, musky leather. Piggy stared at her dumbfounded.
"May l come in…"
"Yes, yes, I, I mean please do. I didn't expect…" he muttered.
She walked regally into his room. She carried a small black leather bag. Strange, he thought, but at the moment he wasn't doing much thinking. He was completely overwhelmed by her presence. She sat down in a large chair that was next to his bed. It was the only chair in the room.
"Sit down" she motioned that he should take his place on the floor across from her. He silently obeyed. He found himself looking up at the Madame. She appeared to be sitting on a throne. Piggy began to feel small and insignificant. He shifted uncomfortably on the floor.
Madame Charlotte sensed his feelings. She pulled a bottle of red wine from her bag. "Here, open this and we will have a drink".
His hands were shaking as he took the bottle from her. His growing excitement was visible beneath the robe as he pulled the cork from the bottle. He heard her unzipping her dress and his shaking increased. He was feeling a mixture of emotions. He was excited and almost beside himself with lust, but he was also frightened of the large woman. The first feeling he was well familiar with, but the second one was something new and his anxieties increased as he saw her throw her dress across the bed.
He turned and faced her, the sight almost made him drop the glasses of red wine that he was holding. She stood imperiously, her legs spread. She was smoothing on a pair of shoulder length, black kid gloves. He had never seen such thin, clinging leather molding itself to her smooth, white skin. She wore a red leather garter belt with black, sheer nylons attached. On her waist was a matching red leather belt. Her large breasts were bare and the nipples were large and hard. On her feet were red leather boots with the highest spiked heel that he had ever seen. He watched transfixed as she pulled on her gloves.
A number of thoughts were going through his mind. He wanted to move close to her and take her in his arms and kiss her deeply. Yet he could do no more than stare.
Her eyes met his and he saw something in them that he had only caught a glimpse of before. It was an evil, determined look, akin to the look of the huntress.
Madame Charlotte – Part 1
Madame Charlotte gazed into the ornately framed mirror. Her deep green eyes peered intently into themselves. If only her eyes could speak of all they had witnessed and reveal the dark, sensual thoughts that lurked behind them. Her mouth moved slightly and her lips softened into a smile. Even she could not stare directly into her own eyes without feeling a shiver snaking down her back.
She turned from the mirror and went to her large walk in closet. She threw the doors open and instantly her nostrils were filled with the pungent odor of leather. She looked down the rows of different colored leather outfits and then to the shelves, which housed hundreds of pairs of boots and shoes. Each ane shone brilliantly. The thin stiletto heels, the needle sharp toes looked as though they had just been licked.
She stood admiring her collection, her eyes wandering to the far wall of her closet where they came to rest on two large, frightened eyes. She stared into those two dark pits until the body behind them was clearly outlined against the wall. It was a naked male.
"Mfffffff", was barely heard through the gag that was stuffed securely in his mouth. He was slumped, his wrists sagging. He painfully made an attempt to straighten himself.
Under his feet were tiny metal bottle caps that had been nailed into the floor upside down. The sharp ridges of the caps dug into the soft, white flesh of the bottoms of his feet.
"Is that the way you greet a lady…" she asked, shocked.
He made another attempt to stand rigid on the metal caps. This time he gritted his teeth and stood straight before her.
She walked closer to the now shivering figure of the man. She smiled broadly at him. She pulled a pair of leather gloves from the hippocket of her skintight, black leatherslacks. As she did so the male caught a glimpse of her ample breasts that filled her white satin shirt completely. She smoothed on the gloves and drew closer to the skinny, almost feminine figure of the man.
She was very excited by his body. Her hands reached out and the male by reflex drew back away from her, only to be stopped by the concrete wall. Her fingers touched his tiny nipples lightly, they seemed to linger and she allowed them to play with the growing buds. One gleaming, kid sheathed hand slid sensuously down to his heavy balls. Her strong fingers began to close around them.
The man whose name escapes me at the moment was known only as "Piggy". He had come to Madame Charlotte's house four years ago to apply for a position as a butler. At the time he knew nothing of the strange, secret desires of the tall, beautiful middleaged woman. He only sensed the overwhelming feeling of need and desire.
He was happy to take the job for he had another objective in mind; to seduce the lovely Madame of the house. But Charlotte also had her ulterior motives. Had he become aware of these he would have fled at once.
That very day he was given the job. The Madame urged him to give up his flat in the city and she gave him a room in her rambling oId house. The first step was made in securing his disappearance from society. Madame was very warm to him, flirting seductively with the young man as she asked him questions about himself. Did he have a family… A wife perhaps... No, he had many friends, but he was not in the habit of keeping in close touch with them.
The young man thought that the older woman was very attracted to him, but she shied away from his clumsy advances. He reasoned that she was just oId fashioned and that one evening she would come to his room and passionately demand him to consume the fire that burned deep within her.
Indeed, one night she did pay him a visit. And her passions were burning deeply. But it was not what Piggy had dreamed of. He was the one who was going to be consumed. He could fight her for only so Iong and then she would own his body, mind and eventually his very soul.
He lay on his back, the covers thrown from his muscled body. There was a crack in the curtains and a sliver of moonlight played across his body. He held his manhood in his hand. He was large and hard as he thought about the Madame. She had been overly seductive and flirtatious today. He slammed his fist onto the side of the bed. He had to have her. She was driving him wild with lust.
Every night he had the same thoughts about her as he stroked his huge cock until, temporarilly, he brought himself enough relief to allow sleep.
It was getting progressively more difficult. She filled his every waking hour. Only today as he was serving her her breakfast in bed, her hand accidentally (or was it…) brushed against his crotch. How embarassed he was as his erection grew before her eyes. She didn't utter a word. She looked deeply into his eyes, which were burning along with his flushed face.
He stumbled back almost knocking over her full cup of coffee. He muttered an apology and then rushed from the room. As he closed the door behind him he heard her husky laughter. That incident had put him in a state of unease for the rest of the day. His cock jerked in his hand as he recalled her soft touch.
As he lay in thought there was a light knock on his door. He jumped up and threw a robe around his naked body. It was her, he thought, it could be no one else. A pang of fear shot through his stomach as he walked to the door.
He hesitated, but his desires would not let him stop for long. He opened the door and Madame Charlotte stood before him. She was dressed in a long, glove leather gown. It was cut deeply in the front, her breasts barely covered by the thin, musky leather. Piggy stared at her dumbfounded.
"May l come in…"
"Yes, yes, I, I mean please do. I didn't expect…" he muttered.
She walked regally into his room. She carried a small black leather bag. Strange, he thought, but at the moment he wasn't doing much thinking. He was completely overwhelmed by her presence. She sat down in a large chair that was next to his bed. It was the only chair in the room.
"Sit down" she motioned that he should take his place on the floor across from her. He silently obeyed. He found himself looking up at the Madame. She appeared to be sitting on a throne. Piggy began to feel small and insignificant. He shifted uncomfortably on the floor.
Madame Charlotte sensed his feelings. She pulled a bottle of red wine from her bag. "Here, open this and we will have a drink".
His hands were shaking as he took the bottle from her. His growing excitement was visible beneath the robe as he pulled the cork from the bottle. He heard her unzipping her dress and his shaking increased. He was feeling a mixture of emotions. He was excited and almost beside himself with lust, but he was also frightened of the large woman. The first feeling he was well familiar with, but the second one was something new and his anxieties increased as he saw her throw her dress across the bed.
He turned and faced her, the sight almost made him drop the glasses of red wine that he was holding. She stood imperiously, her legs spread. She was smoothing on a pair of shoulder length, black kid gloves. He had never seen such thin, clinging leather molding itself to her smooth, white skin. She wore a red leather garter belt with black, sheer nylons attached. On her waist was a matching red leather belt. Her large breasts were bare and the nipples were large and hard. On her feet were red leather boots with the highest spiked heel that he had ever seen. He watched transfixed as she pulled on her gloves.
A number of thoughts were going through his mind. He wanted to move close to her and take her in his arms and kiss her deeply. Yet he could do no more than stare.
Her eyes met his and he saw something in them that he had only caught a glimpse of before. It was an evil, determined look, akin to the look of the huntress.