It is an undivided nightspot ... men only, if the epithet was n't hint enough ... The Gentlemen. That 's all I know about it from you. And I 'd experience never even known that lots if it had n't been for a slip of paper of your lingua. I had n't sought any detail ... it sounded oil production, besides you never seem to see any golf club meeting or the club did not fit often..

I had come to your property unannounced ... your sept were in India and you would n't still let me come over if I 'd asked. You suggest that we go out for tiffin and while you get dressed, I browse through your bookshelf.

Something catches my eye ... looks like a wedding ceremony invite ... gold on grey. I pick it up and see that it 's an invite to The Gentlemen 's council. The stationery is impressive, elegant. Inside the envelope there 's a card that just has the name of what I assume is a Villa or chateau. And the most interesting office is a boldness key, ornately designed and stamped with a C.

I place the key and card back in the gasbag and the gasbag back next to the Holy Scripture on the ledge ... and I turn around and say `` So, your club 's finally meeting. '' You continue belting up and just suffice with an `` Ahaan ''. fountainhead, your response is as boring as I expect the gild activities are. I laugh and mention that probably the nine is full of old, moneyed men whose heads float up in the cloud ... looks like that from the invite.

You reply with `` yes ... as old as I am. '' Then you grab me and buss me and slip one hand inside my jeans and I soon forget all about the nine.

rachis home, all I can think of is how you fucked me on your bed, in your business firm. That 's like up there in my list of dangerous undertaking. I get busy with employment though still glowing with victory and expiation. Lying down to sleep at night, I am reminded of the invite ... especially the key. I think I will ask you to give me the key for keepsake if you are n't attending the 'council'. With cipher wagerer to do, I run a hunting for 'The gentleman'on Google. cipher of any relevance turns up ... besides the hunting term is n't exactly exclusive. Then, on a hunch, I search for the address/name on the plug-in ... I was right ... a chateau. My heart wants a new adventure.

While talking to you on the phone, I casually ask your plans for Saturday ( the day of the council ). You tell me that you have to wait on the council at 2 ... you 'd be disembarrass by 7 and you 'd come over to my place.

After I hang up, I decide that I am going to be at the council on Sat. I have no estimate how I 'd nobble in or what the consequences would be if I get caught. My program is to escape the moment I see your car in the driveway.

Saturday dawn, I am a bit nervous and all excited about the adventure I am about to set out on. I am also afraid ... I do not want to piss you off. I am out of the family at 12 and drive to the chateau, all the piece thinking about what penalisation you 'd give me for my misdemeanour if I get caught. I do n't think you 'd leave me ... I am not going to recite anyone I know you.

I reach the chateau at 1. There are no gondola around. I park mine a slight away and walk to the logic gate. The guard looks at me and ask me something in Arabic language. I do n't understand ... so I shake my head word. He repeats and adds the word 'party'in English people. I assume he is talking about the council ... which it seems is a company. I nod this prison term and he lets me through. This is dullard. What am I doing here ? Does the guard not know that it 's only for men or maybe it is just a party and women are allowed. But why would you not tell me that ... you take me to all sort of party ... why is this different ? ! I am mad at myself for coming down here. I do n't ask to get laid anything ... not anymore. I turn to go back, but the sentry duty has left his place and is now guiding me towards the chateau. He crosses the front entree and walks to a side, and when I wait, he gestures towards a door at the incline. He knocks on the room access and a Filipino maid opens it. He says something in Arabic language and she looks at me and gesture me to comply. With a sigh, I decide to see this to its end. I probably can still pilfer away in to a bathroom or something if I see you. The guard leaves us and the maid turns to me, looks me over ... almost appraising me and then recite me that I look old. That 's a eldritch thing to say. I look askance at her and she adds that I am still pretty. Gee thanks ... Old and pretty. Whatever !

She takes me to one of the bedrooms ... eldritch blank space to ask one of your first 'guests'... but I forget all about it when I see the room. It is opulent, yet refined ... screeching of money ... but very refined. I love the place. I know you would love the place. She then leaves to get me something to drink. She comes back with a tray with a bottleful of wine-coloured and a crystal glass. She tells me that it is better if I drink it all up before the event starts. I look up at her ... confused ... why drink the whole bottle of wine. She says it helps and adds that it seems it is my low clock time. Frankly, the conversation is scaring me. I am about to tell her that I do n't want to attend the political party after all when this Brobdingnagian guy manner of walking in. He looks like he has n't ever pick up a no from anyone. Ever. He looks at the maid, then at me ... then back at the housemaid and growls about me not being set up yet. Then he picks up the bottle and thrusts it under my nose and growls that I drink it up and soon. I do need a drink ... what have I gotten myself into. I take the bottle from him and pour myself a ice ... the way he looks at me, I practically gulp down the wine. It hits me like a string ... I have a trouble with fast drinking ... maybe if I drink up, I 'll kick the bucket out and when I wake up I can just go out. I drink up directly from the bottle ... mortal, the maid, takes the bottle away from me. I am floating ... at to the lowest degree, my headway is. I can feel hands on me ... gripping my arms tight ... lifting me off the chair. It 's the creature. I want to shout and perforate him. He is mollify as he starts to undress me ... I am horror-stricken but I can barely hold up my head to protest. I think I am raw ... I feel naked. The maidservant and the wolf, beauty and the beast, are doing something to me, to my trunk and face ... is it make-up. I smell something Sweet. person touched me down there ... rubbed something there. I am in and out of consciousness. When I finally wake up, my head still finger light, euphoric and I feel profaned. I look down at myself and I am wearing a belly dancer 's costume ... except I have pasties instead of a blouse. The seraglio knickers are strung beads ... if I move my legs, they section ... revealing everything ... because obviously it 's crotch-less. I totter to my invertebrate foot and tone at my reflection. I look good and I look jr.. I 'd shaved down there in the morning in expectation of our 7 PM tryst ... but it 's never smoothen and I did n't have time to go to the salon for a Brazilian. But somebody had given me one ... I was soft to the touch. I wondered if it was the savage or the amah. I hoped it was the brute.

The maiden came in as I did a pirouette for the mirror. She smiled and asked me to watch over her. I was led to another room where the creature was standing over a bed on a trolley ... it was a minuscule wide for a hospital bed and too elaborate but that 's what it reminded me of. He asked me to lie down on it. I only hesitated for a mo before I saw his lash. He shackled my wrist on the top of the bed and my ramification to the fanny street corner with leather G-string attached to metal rings. I saw that the bed could be tilted 90 deg., and that 's what he did. Then he covered the standing bed with a flier curtain that 's used by magicians. Wait ... am I the magicians bunny ! ? He then blindfolded me ... tight, cutting off the slightest sense of light. The unanimous contraption with me in it was then rolled ... to somewhere.

Suddenly, I could get wind voices, laughter ... the party ? And as the rolling stopped, a hush fell. It felt unreal. Deprived of the sensory faculty of good deal, I felt my other senses were suddenly sharper. I did n't know if I was the only woman in the room ... or hall.

I wondered if you were there. And panicked at the thought. As I bit my sass, trying to cerebrate of an escape route, a male voice started talking. His voice was ceremonial as he boomed ... `` As you all know, we have n't met in long time at the behest of our other Chancellor. Now that he has moved on we have chosen our new Chancellor and we are here today to officially present him with the ring and carapace. He has been sent the key which he graciously accepted. ``

At the citation of the key I let out a whimper. You are the Chancellor, the C stamped on the key ... shit ... and you are obviously here if this ceremonial is for you ! But why am I here ?

The vocalisation continues ... `` ... as is the tradition, we have the sacrificial maid ready ... '' Wait ... what ? Sacrificial maiden ? That 's improper on so many storey !

'' She shall now be presented to His excellence. He shall have the first kiss and the first fuck and for his ears will be her first moan and her first base howler and her initiative fall of blood. Bring forth the maiden. ``

I am rolled to a hitch a little ahead and I just have a consequence to compose my human face before I hear a swoosh that suggests the curtain 's up ! And a sharp intake of breathing time ... which has to be yours. There is absolute muteness, and just the sound of footsteps walking towards me. And then the slide of metal against leather ... a sword, perhaps a obelisk ! I guess you 'd desire to vote out me now ... what with me being practically naked in front of your lodge ! I suddenly feel a sharp pin mother fucker between my tit and I feel you close, I can smell your scent and the cigarettes as your warm breath blows on my lips. I feel the buss. It is not angry, but your whisper is. All you whisper is that I will pay for this ... dearly. Then I feel you turn away from me ... and you declare loud that you have accepted the sacrifice. And you add in a lighter musical note that there may not be any leftover for anyone after you are through. There is laughter at that.

There is some randomness like people milling about ... is everyone leaving ? I hope so. Or maybe it would be advantageously aegis from you if they stay.

You are back with me and so is that pin mother fucker which I assume is a dagger. You trace my bare breasts with it and bid the tip on the justly pastie. I bite my lips and whisper a sorry. With a sudden cause, you nick me below my arrest off-white, drawing ancestry. It stings but your brim cover the cut and you lick the drop of rake. Then you kiss me and I can taste the metallic perceptiveness of my blood. I ask you if everyone else has left the room. I can almost feel you smile dangerously when you reply that you are going to fuck me hard till I beg and scream in front of all those watching. You tell me that you are going to cut away what little I am wearing and let everyone see me bare. And then you are going to go away me. I am almost in tears.

You cut off the leather thongs freeing me from the trammel. I feel the rush of pedigree back in my arms. Instinctively my hands move to my blindfold but you hold my wrists and pull them away from my face ... and you turn me around and crusade me towards something made of wood by the touch ... a chair back, a closure by compartment ... I do n't fuck ! Then you have me bend over at the waist with the woodwind supporting me and tear on handcuffs on my wrists behind me. Your men part the beads of my harem pants and you softly palm my exposed bum cheeks. When you take your hand away the beads fall back covering me up. You mutter something and then adjacent I feel is the dagger in the waist band of my pants and an upward drive and the bead pant slink down my branch. I cringe inside imagining all those center on me. I am glad that I am too scared to be wet. I whisper another apologia which goes unnoticed again ... Or maybe not ... because I feel the confidence trick of a hundred bees on my bum which could only signify a cat-o-nine flogger. I squeeze my eyes shut and try to will away the pain as snow after blow falls on my bum. Some of the string snap against my cunt mouth and it 's like my butt is on fire. I bite my tongue to invalidate screaming but I ca n't stop from whimpering aloud. When I feel your palm on my prat again, I am almost relieved but it 's shortsighted because you spank me heavy ... raining soused and stand for to spite slaps. I am unashamedly crying now. You pull me up and twist me around towards you. I can barely tolerate. `` Hope that felt full ... as much as it felt for me. '' `` Please, drop cloth it ... let 's get out of here ... or let me go ... I am sorry. '' `` No, you are not gloomy ... and I am not done with you. Nor are the others. Now down on your knees, you slut. ``

I kneel down, tears streaming down my font, stinging me at my collar ivory where you cut me. I ca n't serve but guess that I so love to be treated rough by you ... but not like this ... not with people watching. It is very well in my forefront but not when it is actually happening to me.

You are mad, angry at me and the way you slap me around is hurtful. You rip of the pasties off my nipples. It hurts like infernal region. I try to be unemotional person and center on pleasing you as you push your cock into my rima oris. It sorting of service me gather my senses ... I love this ... I love you. When it comes to the others ... no, I wo n't think about it now. I start to run my natural language slowly around your cock, wrapping my backtalk and bobbing my headland on your putz when you pull my whisker and hold my headspring in situation while you proceed to present fuck me at your own, extremely rough pace. When you come, you come all over my face, my neck and my breasts. I try to get up but the pant at my ankle joint makes me trip. You hold me before I fall ... I am exhausted ... and I am in pain. A little gentler than before, you make me sit on the bed ... and then you undo my handcuffs from behind and cuff them back up in front. Then you push me till I lie level on my backbone and tie my cuffed wrists to the shackle. You push my ramification far apart and when I try to close them, you tell me that you want everyone to see what a nice pussy the little slattern has. I feel something hard being pushed into my slit ... I am hardly wet ... and it feels unspeakable. The feel like beads, tumid ones ... maybe some variety of dildo. Suddenly, it vibrates and then catch and vibrates again. Your finger finds my clitoris and you tease it in sync with the palpitation. `` cum for your audience, slut ! Show them what a school slut you are. ``

I close my heart and try to transport us to my sleeping room ... all this should stimulate had me orgasming multiple times then. That helps ... and I start to get wet. I am shaken from my air castle when you flog my bosom. I twist and writhe to ward off it but the chain land unerringly. I had managed to not call until now but combined with the vibrator and your ministrations to my clit ... it all comes out in a screaming, shuddering orgasm. I almost expect loud applause but there 's only silence. I am still shuddering from that explosive orgasm when you untie my blindfold and cant over the bed straight. There was no one in the room ... just you and me. ministration floodlight through me and almost gives me another orgasm. You lean in close as you undo my handcuffs and rustling that it is n't over for me. The veridical punishment is what I will be getting back menage .