It is an exclusive club ... men only, if the name was n't clue enough ... The Gentlemen. That 's all I know about it from you. And I 'd let never even known that lots if it had n't been for a moorage of your tongue. I had n't sought any details ... it sounded wearisome, besides you never seem to pay heed any club get together or the cabaret did not fill often..

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

Something catches my eye ... looks like a wedding invite ... amber on gray. I pick it up and see that it 's an invite to The valet '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 worry constituent is a boldness key, ornately designed and stamped with a C.

I place the key and bill back in the envelope and the envelope back next to the books on the shelf ... and I turn around and say `` So, your club 's finally meeting. '' You continue belting up and just respond with an `` Ahaan ''. Well, your response is as wearisome as I expect the club action are. I laugh and mention that probably the club is full of old, moneyed men whose top dog float up in the swarm ... looks like that from the invite.

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

vertebral column menage, all I can cerebrate of is how you fucked me on your bed, in your house. That 's like up there in my list of adventures. I get busy with work though still glowing with triumph and satisfaction. Lying down to slumber at night, I am reminded of the invite ... especially the key. I think I will ask you to give way me the key for keepsakes if you are n't attending the 'council'. With nothing wagerer to do, I run a lookup for 'The man'on Google. nil of any relevance turns up ... besides the look term is n't exactly exclusive. Then, on a hunch, I search for the address/name on the card ... I was right ... a chateau. My heart wants a new adventure.

While talking to you on the telephone, I casually ask your plans for Saturday ( the day of the council ). You tell me that you have to attend the council at 2 ... you 'd be unloose 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 Sabbatum. I have no estimation how I 'd purloin in or what the import would be if I get caught. My plan is to take to the woods the moment I see your car in the private road.

Saturday sunrise, 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 firm at 12 and drive to the chateau, all the while thinking about what punishment 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 tell anyone I know you.

I reach the chateau at 1. There are no cars around. I park mine a piddling away and walk to the gate. The safety device looks at me and asks me something in Arabic. I do n't read ... so I shake my head word. He repeats and adds the word 'party'in side. I assume he is talking about the council ... which it seems is a party. I nod this time and he lets me through. This is stupe. What am I doing here ? Does the sentry go not know that it 's only for men or maybe it is just a party and women are allowed. But why would you not narrate me that ... you take me to all sorting of political party ... why is this different ? ! I am mad at myself for coming down here. I do n't demand to know anything ... not anymore. I turn to go back, but the guard has left his post and is now guiding me towards the chateau. He crosses the front entrance and walks to a incline, and when I wait, he gestures towards a door at the side. He knocks on the room access and a Filipino maid opens it. He says something in Arabic and she looks at me and gestures me to espouse. With a suspire, I decide to see this to its end. I probably can still pinch away in to a bathroom or something if I see you. The safeguard leaves us and the maid turns to me, looks me over ... almost appraising me and then tells me that I look old. That 's a unearthly matter 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 sleeping room ... weird place to take one of your kickoff 'guests'... but I forget all about it when I see the room. It is grand, yet elegant ... screams of money ... but very neat. I love the seat. I know you would love the place. She then leaves to get me something to imbibe. She comes back with a tray with a feeding bottle of wine and a crystal glass. She tells me that it is better if I drink it all up before the effect starts. I look up at her ... confused ... why drink the whole bottle of wine-colored. She says it helps and adds that it seems it is my first fourth dimension. Frankly, the conversation is scaring me. I am about to secern her that I do n't desire to take care the party after all when this huge guy walks in. He looks like he has n't ever find out a no from anyone. Ever. He looks at the amah, then at me ... then back at the maiden and growling about me not being fix yet. Then he picks up the bottleful and thrusts it under my nose and growls that I drink it up and soon. I do take a drinkable ... what have I gotten myself into. I take the bottle from him and pour myself a glass ... the way he looks at me, I practically gulp down the wine-colored. It hits me like a caravan ... I have a trouble with debauched drinking ... maybe if I drink up, I 'll go through out and when I wake up I can just bequeath. I drink up directly from the nursing bottle ... Someone, the amah, takes the bottleful away from me. I am floating ... at least, my head is. I can sense hands on me ... gripping my arm tight ... lifting me off the electric chair. It 's the brute. I want to shout and punch him. He is easy as he starts to undress me ... I am horrified but I can barely hold up my point to protest. I think I am bare ... I feel naked. The maidservant and the brute, beaut and the fauna, are doing something to me, to my soundbox and nerve ... is it makeup. I smell something sweet. individual touched me down there ... rubbed something there. I am in and out of consciousness. When I finally wake up, my head still tactile property light, euphoric and I feel infract. I look down at myself and I am wearing a belly dancer 's costume ... except I have pasties instead of a blouse. The serail pants are string bead ... if I move my legs, they division ... revealing everything ... because obviously it 's crotch-less. I totter to my understructure and look at my reflection. I look salutary and I look young. I 'd shaved down there in the morning in anticipation of our 7 PM tryst ... but it 's never smooth and I did n't have fourth dimension to go to the salon for a Brazilian. But soul had given me one ... I was soft to the sense of touch. I wondered if it was the fauna or the amah. I hoped it was the brute.

The amah came in as I did a pirouette for the mirror. She smiled and asked me to travel along her. I was led to another room where the brute was standing over a bed on a trolley car ... it was a little wide for a hospital bed and too dilate 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 whip. He shackled my carpus on the top of the bed and my legs to the fundament 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 broadsheet curtain that 's used by magicians. Wait ... am I the magicians bunny ! ? He then blindfolded me ... tight, cutting off the slim sensation of twinkle. The entirely contraption with me in it was then rolled ... to somewhere.

Suddenly, I could hear voices, laughter ... the political party ? And as the pealing stopped, a hush fell. It felt artificial. Deprived of the sensation of spate, I felt my other green goddess were suddenly crisp. I did n't know if I was the only when woman in the way ... or hall.

I wondered if you were there. And panicked at the thought. As I bit my sass, trying to reckon of an escapism route, a Male vocalism started talking. His vocalism was ceremonial as he boomed ... `` As you all know, we have n't met in old age at the behest of our old Chancellor. Now that he has moved on we have chosen our new Chancellor and we are here today to officially acquaint him with the ring and shield. He has been sent the key which he graciously accepted. ``

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

The part continues ... `` ... as is the custom, we have the sacrificial maiden ready ... '' Wait ... what ? Sacrificial maiden ? That 's wrong on so many levels !

'' She shall now be presented to His Excellency. He shall deliver the maiden kiss and the first fuck and for his ears will be her showtime moan and her for the first time wow and her first drop of blood. Bring forth the maiden. ``

I am rolled to a stopover a picayune ahead and I just have a moment to compose my face before I hear a swoosh that suggests the curtain 's up ! And a acute uptake of breath ... which has to be yours. There is absolute muteness, and just the auditory sensation of footsteps walking towards me. And then the slide of metal against leather ... a sword, perhaps a dagger ! I guess you 'd need to belt down me now ... what with me being practically naked in social movement of your nightclub ! I suddenly feel a sharp pin cock between my breasts and I feel you close, I can smell out your scent and the cigarettes as your warm breathing spell blows on my mouth. 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 tone that there may not be any leftovers for anyone after you are through. There is laughter at that.

There is some noise like people milling about ... is everyone leaving ? I hope so. Or maybe it would be in force protective covering from you if they stay.

You are back with me and so is that pin slit which I assume is a sticker. You trace my bare breasts with it and press the tip on the right pastie. I bite my rim and whisper a sorry. With a sudden movement, you nick me below my shoe collar bone, drawing profligate. It stings but your lips cover the cut and you lick the pearl of rip. Then you kiss me and I can taste the metallic taste of my blood line. I ask you if everyone else has left the room. I can almost experience you smile dangerously when you reply that you are going to fuck me hard money box I beg and scream in front line of all those watching. You tell me that you are going to cut away what small I am wearing and let everyone see me strip. And then you are going to provide me. I am almost in tears.

You cut off the leather thongs freeing me from the shackles. I feel the rush of blood back in my sleeve. Instinctively my script move to my blindfold but you hold my radiocarpal joint and perpetrate them away from my grimace ... and you turn me around and push me towards something made of woodwind instrument by the touch ... a chair back, a guillotine ... I do n't bonk ! Then you have me deform over at the waist with the wood supporting me and snap on cuff on my wrists behind me. Your hands part the beads of my harem pants and you softly palm my peril bum cheeks. When you take your deal away the beads fall back covering me up. You mutter something and then next I feel is the dagger in the waistline band of my gasp and an up thrusting and the beaded pants slink down my legs. I cringe inside imagining all those eyes on me. I am glad that I am too scared to be wet. I whisper another apology which goes unnoticed again ... Or maybe not ... because I feel the stings of a C bees on my bum which could only mean a cat-o-nine scourger. I squeeze my eyes shut and try to will away the hurting as reverse after blow falls on my bum. Some of the string snap against my pussy back talk and it 's like my hind end is on attack. I bite my clapper to debar screaming but I ca n't hold back from whimpering aloud. When I feel your palm on my bottom again, I am almost relieved but it 's unretentive because you spank me heavy ... raining wet and meant to hurt slap. I am unashamedly crying now. You pull me up and turn me around towards you. I can barely stand. `` Hope that felt good ... as much as it felt for me. '' `` Please, drib it ... let 's get out of here ... or let me go ... I am sorry. '' `` No, you are not sad ... 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 face, stinging me at my shoe collar bone where you cut me. I ca n't serve but think that I so have intercourse to be treated roughly by you ... but not like this ... not with the great unwashed watching. It is fine in my capitulum but not when it is actually happening to me.

You are mad, furious at me and the way you slap me around is hurtful. You rip of the pasties off my nipples. It hurts like hell. I try to be stoic and rivet on pleasing you as you push your cock into my mouth. It sort of assist me gather my sens ... I love this ... I love you. When it comes to the others ... no, I wo n't remember about it now. I start to be active my tongue slowly around your cock, wrapping my sassing and bobbing my pass on your cock when you pull my haircloth and check my fountainhead in shoes while you proceed to confront fuck me at your own, extremely rough stride. When you come, you come all over my face, my neck and my knocker. I try to get up but the pants at my ankles makes me trip. You hold me before I fall ... I am tucker out ... 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 handcuff them back up in front. Then you push me till I lie flat on my spine and tie my cuffed wrists to the shackle. You push my legs far apart and when I try to close them, you tell me that you want everyone to see what a nice pussy the picayune adulteress has. I feel something heavy being pushed into my cunt ... I am hardly wet ... and it feels painful. The tone like beads, heavy unity ... maybe some sort of dildo. Suddenly, it vibrates and then block and vibrates again. Your fingerbreadth finds my clit and you tease it in sync with the vibrations. `` Come for your audience, slut ! designate them what a trained slut you are. ``

I close my eyes and try to transport us to my sleeping accommodation ... all this should have had me orgasming multiple metre then. That helps ... and I start to get wet. I am shaken from my revery when you flog my breasts. I twist and writhe to avoid it but the string land unerringly. I had managed to not scream until now but combined with the vibrator and your ministrations to my clit ... it all comes out in a scream, shuddering orgasm. I almost expect loud clapping but there 's only secrecy. I am still shuddering from that explosive coming when you untie my blindfold and slant the bed straight. There was no one in the room ... just you and me. Relief floodlight through me and almost gives me another orgasm. You lean in close as you undo my handcuffs and whisper that it is n't over for me. The genuine punishment is what I will be getting back home .