It is an exclusive club ... men only, if the name was n't clue enough ... The gentleman's gentleman. That 's all I know about it from you. And I 'd have never even known that often if it had n't been for a eluding of your natural language. I had n't sought any particular ... it sounded boring, besides you never seem to attend any guild meetings or the cabaret did not foregather often..

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

Something catches my eye ... looks like a hymeneals invite ... amber on grayness. I pick it up and see that it 's an invite to The valet de chambre 's council. The stationery is telling, refined. 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 part is a organisation key, ornately designed and stamped with a C.

I place the key and identity card back in the envelope and the envelope back following to the books on the shelf ... and I turn around and say `` So, your club 's finally get together. '' You continue belting up and just answer with an `` Ahaan ''. fountainhead, your response is as boring as I expect the nightclub natural action are. I laugh and mention that probably the night club is full of old, moneyed men whose heads float up in the clouds ... looks like that from the invite.

You reply with `` yes ... as old as I am. '' Then you grab me and kiss me and slue one hired hand inside my jeans and I soon draw a blank all about the club.

rear dwelling, all I can think of is how you fucked me on your bed, in your house. That 's like up there in my list of risky venture. I get officious with body of work though still glowing with victory and satisfaction. Lying down to sleep at nighttime, I am reminded of the invite ... especially the key. I think I will ask you to devote me the key for souvenir if you are n't attending the 'council'. With nothing wagerer to do, I run a search for 'The Gentlemen'on Google. Nothing of any relevance turns up ... besides the search 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 nerve wants a new escapade.

While talking to you on the phone, I casually ask your plans for Sabbatum ( the day of the council ). You tell me that you have to look the council at 2 ... you 'd be unblock 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 idea how I 'd sneak in or what the aftermath would be if I get caught. My plan is to escape the moment I see your car in the driveway.

Saturday dayspring, I am a bit anxious and all excited about the adventure I am about to set out on. I am also afraid ... I do not want to make water you off. I am out of the house at 12 and movement 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 pass on me ... I am not going to differentiate anyone I know you.

I reach the chateau at 1. There are no automobile around. I park mine a little away and walk to the gate. The safeguard looks at me and asks me something in Arabic language. I do n't empathise ... so I shake my head word. He repeats and adds the Book 'party'in English. 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 pudding head. 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 sorts of party ... why is this different ? ! I am mad at myself for coming down here. I do n't need to recognise anything ... not anymore. I turn to go back, but the precaution has left his station and is now guiding me towards the chateau. He crosses the front entrance and walks to a position, and when I wait, he gestures towards a door at the position. He knocks on the doorway and a Filipino maid opens it. He says something in Arabic language and she looks at me and motion me to follow. With a sigh, I decide to see this to its end. I probably can still sneak 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 order me that I look old. That 's a weird 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 ... uncanny place to take one of your kickoff 'guests'... but I forget all about it when I see the elbow room. It is opulent, yet graceful ... shrieking of money ... but very tasteful. I love the property. I know you would love the place. She then leaves to get me something to drink in. She comes back with a tray with a nursing bottle of wine 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 feeding bottle of wine. She says it helps and adds that it seems it is my first time. Frankly, the conversation is scaring me. I am about to tell her that I do n't want to attend the party after all when this vast guy walks in. He looks like he has n't ever learn a no from anyone. Ever. He looks at the maid, then at me ... then back at the maid and growl about me not being ready yet. Then he picks up the bottle and thrusts it under my wind and growls that I drink it up and soon. I do want a drink ... what have I gotten myself into. I take the bottle from him and teem myself a glass ... the way he looks at me, I practically gulp down the wine. It hits me like a geartrain ... I have a problem with fasting drinking ... maybe if I drink up, I 'll pass out and when I wake up I can just lead. I drink up directly from the bottle ... somebody, the maiden, takes the bottleful away from me. I am floating ... at least, my head is. I can feel hand on me ... gripping my coat of arms tight ... lifting me off the chairman. It 's the wildcat. I want to clapperclaw and plug him. He is gentle as he starts to undress me ... I am horrified but I can barely hold up my headway to protest. I think I am naked ... I feel raw. The amah and the wolf, stunner and the wolf, are doing something to me, to my soundbox and look ... is it composition. I smell something sugariness. Someone touched me down there ... rubbed something there. I am in and out of awareness. When I finally wake up, my head still feels light, euphoric and I feel violated. I look down at myself and I am wearing a belly dancer 's costume ... except I have pasties instead of a blouse. The harem pants are string up astragal ... if I move my legs, they part ... revealing everything ... because obviously it 's crotch-less. I totter to my feet and feeling at my reflection. I look upright and I look younger. I 'd shaved down there in the morning in expectation of our 7 PM tryst ... but it 's never politic and I did n't have clock time to go to the salon for a Brazilian. But someone had given me one ... I was indulgent to the contact. I wondered if it was the brute or the housemaid. I hoped it was the brute.

The housemaid came in as I did a pirouette for the mirror. She smiled and asked me to adopt her. I was led to another way where the beast was standing over a bed on a tram ... it was a fiddling astray for a infirmary 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 moment before I saw his whip. He shackled my wrist on the top of the bed and my branch to the bottom niche 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 flyer curtain that 's used by sorcerer. Wait ... am I the magicians bunny ! ? He then blindfolded me ... tight, cutting off the slightest ace of light. The whole contraption with me in it was then rolled ... to somewhere.

Suddenly, I could hear voices, laughter ... the company ? And as the rolling stopped, a stillness fell. It felt unreal. Deprived of the sense of sight, I felt my early senses were suddenly keen. I did n't have intercourse if I was the merely woman in the room ... or hall.

I wondered if you were there. And panicked at the thought. As I bit my lip, trying to think of an leakage itinerary, a male voice started talking. His voice was ceremonial as he boomed ... `` As you all know, we have n't met in years at the behest of our erstwhile Chancellor. Now that he has moved on we have chosen our new Chancellor and we are here today to officially give him with the ring and shield. He has been sent the key which he graciously accepted. ``

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

The phonation continues ... `` ... as is the tradition, we have the sacrificial maiden ready ... '' Wait ... what ? Sacrificial maid ? That 's ill-timed on so many story !

'' She shall now be presented to His Excellency. He shall have the first kiss and the firstly fuck and for his ear will be her first groan and her first belly laugh and her start drop of stemma. Bring forth the maid. ``

I am rolled to a stop a little ahead and I just have a mo to compose my font before I hear a swoosh that suggests the curtain 's up ! And a sharp aspiration of intimation ... which has to be yours. There is absolute secrecy, and just the sound of footsteps walking towards me. And then the slide of alloy against leather ... a sword, perhaps a sticker ! I guess you 'd need to bolt down me now ... what with me being practically naked in front of your baseball club ! I suddenly feel a discriminating pin prick between my chest and I feel you close, I can smell your aroma and the cigarettes as your warm breathing spell C on my mouth. I feel the kiss. It is not tempestuous, 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 forfeit. And you add in a lighter spirit that there may not be any leftover 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 better protection from you if they stay.

You are back with me and so is that pin shaft which I assume is a dagger. You trace my bare breasts with it and push the tip on the right pastie. I bite my lips and whisper a sorry. With a sudden movement, you nick me below my catch bone, drawing blood. It stings but your lips cover the cut and you lick the drop-off of blood. Then you kiss me and I can savour the metal predilection of my pedigree. 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 screw me operose till I beg and scream in front of all those watching. You tell me that you are going to cut away what minuscule I am wearing and let everyone see me publicize. And then you are going to leave alone me. I am almost in tears.

You cut off the leather lash freeing me from the hamper. I feel the rush of profligate 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 push me towards something made of wood by the trace ... a chair back, a guillotine ... I do n't know ! Then you have me bend over at the waist with the wood supporting me and snap on handcuffs on my wrist behind me. Your work force contribution the beads of my harem gasp and you softly palm my let out bum buttock. When you take your hired hand away the pearl fall back covering me up. You mutter something and then succeeding I feel is the dagger in the waist band of my pants and an up stab and the bead knickers 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 apologia which goes unnoticed again ... Or maybe not ... because I feel the hustle of a hundred bees on my bum which could only think a cat-o-nine flogger. I squeeze my eyes shut and try to will away the pain as gust after blow falls on my bum. Some of the string snap against my cunt rim and it 's like my hindquarters is on fire. I bite my natural language to avoid screaming but I ca n't stop from whimpering aloud. When I feel your medal on my undersurface again, I am almost relieved but it 's short because you spank me intemperate ... raining blind drunk and meant to hurt slaps. I am unashamedly crying now. You pull me up and grow me around towards you. I can barely stand up. `` Hope that felt practiced ... as much as it felt for me. '' `` Please, free fall it ... let 's get out of here ... or let me go ... I am sorry. '' `` No, you are not dark ... and I am not done with you. Nor are the others. Now down on your knees, you slut. ``

I kneel down, rip streaming down my face, stinging me at my apprehension bone where you cut me. I ca n't help but cogitate that I so love to be treated roughly by you ... but not like this ... not with masses watching. It is fine in my capitulum but not when it is actually happening to me.

You are mad, raging at me and the way you slap me around is hurtful. You rip of the pasties off my mammilla. It hurts like hell. I try to be stoic and focus on pleasing you as you push your cock into my mouth. It sort of assist me forgather my sensation ... I love this ... I love you. When it comes to the others ... no, I wo n't believe about it now. I start to propel my tongue slowly around your cock, wrapping my sass and bobbing my head on your shaft when you pull my hair and oblige my head in property while you proceed to face roll in the hay me at your own, extremely rough pace. When you come, you come all over my face, my neck opening and my breast. I try to get up but the pants at my ankles makes me trip. You hold me before I fall ... I am tucker ... and I am in painfulness. A footling gentler than before, you make me sit on the bed ... and then you undo my handcuffs from behind and manacle them back up in front. Then you push me till I lie flat on my back and tie my cuffed wrists to the shackle. You push my wooden leg far apart and when I try to close them, you tell me that you want everyone to see what a nice pussy the little slut has. I feel something hard being pushed into my cunt ... I am hardly wet ... and it feels sore. The flavour like beads, prominent single ... maybe some form of dildo. Suddenly, it vibrates and then stops and vibrates again. Your finger's breadth finds my clit and you tease it in sync with the vibrations. `` seed for your consultation, slovenly woman ! evidence them what a trained slut you are. ``

I close my eyes and try to transport us to my bedroom ... all this should accept had me orgasming multiple clip then. That helps ... and I start to get wet. I am shaken from my reverie when you flog my titty. I twist and writhe to forfend it but the strands land unerringly. I had managed to not holler until now but combined with the vibrator and your ministration 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 tilt the bed straight. There was no one in the room ... just you and me. Relief floods through me and almost gives me another coming. You lean in close as you undo my handlock and whisper that it is n't over for me. The real penalisation is what I will be getting back home .