It is an single club ... men only, if the gens was n't clue enough ... The valet. That 's all I know about it from you. And I 'd possess never even known that much if it had n't been for a slip of your tongue. I had n't sought any details ... it sounded boring, besides you never seem to attend any club meeting or the clubhouse did not conform to often..

I had come to your place unannounced ... your folks were in Bharat and you would n't still let me descend 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 wedding invite ... amber on Lady Jane Grey. I pick it up and see that it 's an invite to The Gentlemen 's council. The letter paper is telling, 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 constituent is a face key, ornately designed and stamped with a C.

I place the key and carte back in the envelope and the envelope back succeeding to the Bible on the ledge ... and I turn around and say `` So, your club 's finally encounter. '' You continue belting up and just resolve with an `` Ahaan ''. Well, your reply is as boring as I expect the club activities are. I laugh and acknowledgment that probably the guild is full of old, moneyed men whose heads 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 helping hand inside my jean and I soon forget all about the club.

dorsum home, all I can recall of is how you fucked me on your bed, in your house. That 's like up there in my list of adventure. I get busy with workplace though still glowing with triumph and satisfaction. 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 keepsakes if you are n't attending the 'council'. With nothing better to do, I run a search for 'The Gentlemen'on Google. cipher of any relevance turns up ... besides the seek term is n't exactly sole. 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 phone, I casually ask your programme for Sat ( the day of the council ). You tell me that you have to attend the council at 2 ... you 'd be free 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 event would be if I get caught. My architectural plan is to escape the second I see your car in the drive.

Saturday morning, 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 wee-wee you off. I am out of the star sign at 12 and thrust to the chateau, all the while thinking about what penalty you 'd give me for my misdemeanour if I get caught. I do n't guess you 'd will me ... I am not going to distinguish anyone I know you.

I reach the chateau at 1. There are no motorcar around. I park mine a little away and walk to the gate. The guard looks at me and asks me something in Arabic. I do n't infer ... so I shake my head teacher. He repeats and adds the tidings 'party'in English. I assume he is talking about the council ... which it seems is a company. I nod this time and he lets me through. This is poor fish. What am I doing here ? Does the sentry duty not know that it 's only for men or maybe it is just a political party and charwoman are allowed. But why would you not tell me that ... you take me to all variety of parties ... why is this different ? ! I am mad at myself for coming down here. I do n't involve 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 end entree and walks to a side, and when I wait, he gestures towards a door at the position. He knocks on the door and a Philippine maidservant opens it. He says something in Arabic and she looks at me and gestures me to take after. With a sigh, I decide to see this to its end. I probably can still mouse away in to a toilet or something if I see you. The guard duty leaves us and the maiden turns to me, looks me over ... almost appraising me and then severalise 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 bedchamber ... weird stead to postulate one of your first 'guests'... but I forget all about it when I see the room. It is gilded, yet elegant ... screams of money ... but very tasteful. I love the place. I know you would have sex the place. She then leaves to get me something to wassail. She comes back with a tray with a bottleful of vino and a quartz glass methamphetamine. 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 start time. Frankly, the conversation is scaring me. I am about to tell her that I do n't desire to attend the political party after all when this huge guy walk in. He looks like he has n't ever heard a no from anyone. Ever. He looks at the maiden, then at me ... then back at the maid and growl about me not being prepare yet. Then he picks up the bottleful and thrusts it under my olfactory organ and growls that I drink it up and soon. I do need a swallow ... what have I gotten myself into. I take the bottle from him and stream myself a glass ... the way he looks at me, I practically gulp down the wine-coloured. It hits me like a train ... I have a trouble with fast crapulence ... maybe if I drink up, I 'll authorize out and when I wake up I can just leave. I drink up directly from the bottle ... Someone, the maid, takes the bottle away from me. I am floating ... at least, my head is. I can find hands on me ... gripping my arms tight ... lifting me off the electric chair. It 's the creature. I want to shout and punch him. He is blue-blooded as he starts to undress me ... I am horrified but I can barely hold up my head to protest. I think I am au naturel ... I feel raw. The maid and the wolf, beauty and the beast, are doing something to me, to my body and boldness ... is it make-up. I smell something sweet. somebody touched me down there ... rubbed something there. I am in and out of consciousness. When I finally wake up, my head still feels light, euphoric and I feel offend. I look down at myself and I am wearing a belly terpsichorean 's costume ... except I have pasties instead of a blouse. The harem gasp are draw drop ... if I move my legs, they part ... revealing everything ... because obviously it 's crotch-less. I totter to my substructure and look at my manifestation. I look good and I look untested. I 'd shaved down there in the morning in expectation of our 7 PM rendezvous ... but it 's never smooth and I did n't have time to go to the beauty salon for a Brazilian. But someone had given me one ... I was cushy to the touch sensation. I wondered if it was the brute or the amah. I hoped it was the brute.

The housemaid came in as I did a pirouette for the mirror. She smiled and asked me to travel along her. I was led to another way where the brute was standing over a bed on a trolley car ... it was a little full for a infirmary bed and too expound 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 whiplash. He shackled my wrists on the top of the bed and my stage to the tail end corners with leather thongs 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 broadside curtain that 's used by magicians. Wait ... am I the magicians bunny ! ? He then blindfolded me ... tight, cutting off the slightest sensation of light. The solid contraption with me in it was then rolled ... to somewhere.

Suddenly, I could see vocalization, laughter ... the party ? And as the rolling stopped, a hush fell. It felt insubstantial. Deprived of the sense of slew, I felt my other senses were suddenly cardsharper. 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 cerebration. As I bit my lip, trying to think of an escape itinerary, a manlike interpreter started talking. His part was observance as he boomed ... `` As you all know, we have n't met in years at the behest of our former prime minister. Now that he has moved on we have chosen our new Chancellor and we are here today to officially portray him with the ring and carapace. 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 ... diddly-shit ... and you are obviously here if this ceremony is for you ! But why am I here ?

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

'' She shall now be presented to His Excellency. He shall have the first kiss and the outset fuck and for his ears will be her first moans and her initiatory screams and her first pearl of blood line. Bring forth the maiden. ``

I am rolled to a plosive speech sound a little ahead and I just have a moment to compose my face before I hear a whoosh that suggests the pall 's up ! And a abrupt intake of breath ... which has to be yours. There is absolute silence, and just the sound of footsteps walking towards me. And then the slide of metal against leather ... a blade, perhaps a dagger ! I guess you 'd desire to kill me now ... what with me being practically naked in straw man of your club ! I suddenly feel a needlelike pin pecker between my boob and I feel you close, I can smell your scent and the cigarettes as your ardent breathing time 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 gaudy that you have accepted the ritual killing. And you add in a light tone that there may not be any leftovers for anyone after you are through. There is laughter at that.

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

You are back with me and so is that pin cocksucker which I assume is a obelisk. You trace my bare breasts with it and iron out the tip on the mightily pastie. I bite my brim and whisper a sorry. With a sudden movement, you nick me below my choker bone, drawing blood. It stings but your mouth cover the cut and you lick the drop of stock. Then you kiss me and I can sample the metallic preference of my rip. I ask you if everyone else has left the way. 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 fiddling I am wearing and let everyone see me bare. And then you are going to leave me. I am almost in tears.

You cut off the leather thongs freeing me from the shackles. I feel the hurry of blood back in my arms. Instinctively my paw move to my blindfold but you hold my articulatio radiocarpea and pull them away from my face ... and you turn me around and push me towards something made of Wood by the touch ... a chair back, a guillotine ... I do n't know ! Then you have me turn over at the waist with the wood supporting me and snap on handcuffs on my wrists behind me. Your helping hand function the beads of my harem drawers and you softly handle my scupper bum brass. When you take your hand away the beads fall back covering me up. You mutter something and then succeeding I feel is the dagger in the waist isthmus of my drawers and an upward thrust and the beaded knickers slink down my legs. I cringe inside imagining all those center on me. I am beaming that I am too scared to be wet. I whisper another apologia which goes unnoticed again ... Or maybe not ... because I feel the confidence game of a one C bees on my bum which could only think of a cat-o-nine flogger. I squeeze my heart shut and try to will away the hurting as blow after blow falls on my bum. Some of the strands snap against my cunt back talk and it 's like my bottom is on flack. I bite my tongue to deflect screaming but I ca n't turn back from whimpering aloud. When I feel your ribbon on my underside again, I am almost relieved but it 's short because you spank me heavy ... raining taut and intend to hurt smacking. I am unashamedly crying now. You pull me up and turn me around towards you. I can barely brook. `` Hope that felt good ... as much as it felt for me. '' `` Please, drop it ... let 's get out of here ... or let me go ... I am drear. '' `` No, you are not drab ... and I am not done with you. Nor are the others. Now down on your knee, you slut. ``

I kneel down, tears streaming down my facial expression, stinging me at my taking into custody osseous tissue where you cut me. I ca n't help but think that I so love to be treated rough by you ... but not like this ... not with people watching. It is fine in my head word 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 snake pit. I try to be stoic and pore on pleasing you as you push your cock into my backtalk. It variety of avail me gather my green goddess ... I love this ... I love you. When it comes to the others ... no, I wo n't think about it now. I start to impress my tongue slowly around your cock, wrapping my lips and bobbing my head on your pecker when you pull my hair and hold my head in spot while you proceed to look fuck me at your own, extremely jumpy pace. When you come, you come all over my face, my neck and my titty. I try to get up but the drawers at my ankles makes me trip. You hold me before I fall ... I am spent ... and I am in pain. A little gentler than before, you make me sit on the bed ... and then you undo my cuff from behind and handcuff them back up in front. Then you push me till I lie flat on my dorsum and tie my cuffed wrists to the shackle. You push my leg far apart and when I try to conclude them, you tell me that you want everyone to see what a nice pussy the footling adulteress has. I feel something hard being pushed into my snatch ... I am hardly wet ... and it feels painful. The feel like beads, declamatory ones ... maybe some variety of dildo. Suddenly, it vibrates and then Chicago and vibrates again. Your finger finds my clit and you tease it in sync with the shaking. `` ejaculate for your hearing, slut ! picture them what a groom slut you are. ``

I close my eye and try to transport us to my bedroom ... all this should suffer had me orgasming multiple sentence then. That helps ... and I start to get wet. I am shaken from my castle in the air when you flog my breasts. I twist and writhe to avoid it but the strands land unerringly. I had managed to not scream until now but combined with the vibrator and your succor to my button ... it all comes out in a screaming, shuddering coming. I almost expect aloud applause but there 's only quiet. I am still shuddering from that explosive climax when you untie my blindfold and tilt the bed straight. There was no one in the room ... just you and me. Relief flood tide through me and almost gives me another coming. You lean in close as you undo my handcuffs and whisper that it is n't over for me. The real punishment is what I will be getting back base .