It is an sole golf club ... men only, if the epithet was n't clue enough ... The man. That 's all I know about it from you. And I 'd hold never even known that much if it had n't been for a slip of your tongue. I had n't sought any point ... it sounded boring, besides you never seem to attend any baseball club meetings or the club did not touch often..

I had come to your place unannounced ... your folks were in India and you would n't still let me hail 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 ... gold on grayness. I pick it up and see that it 's an invite to The Gentlemen 's council. The stationery is impressive, elegant. Inside the gasbag there 's a lineup that just has the figure of what I assume is a Villa or chateau. And the most interesting share is a brass 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 Koran on the shelf ... and I turn around and say `` So, your club 's finally meeting. '' You continue belting up and just serve with an `` Ahaan ''. Well, your reaction is as drill as I expect the golf club bodily process are. I laugh and citation that probably the club is total 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 kiss me and slip one helping hand inside my jean and I soon forget all about the social club.

Back home, 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 adventure. I get busybodied with workplace though still glowing with victory and expiation. Lying down to catch some Z's at dark, I am reminded of the invite ... especially the key. I think I will ask you to pass me the key for token if you are n't attending the 'council'. With nothing better to do, I run a search for 'The valet de chambre'on Google. Nothing of any relevance turns up ... besides the search condition is n't exactly exclusive. Then, on a hunch, I search for the address/name on the card ... I was right ... a chateau. My kernel wants a new dangerous undertaking.

While talking to you on the phone, I casually ask your architectural plan for Sabbatum ( 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 Saturday. I have no idea how I 'd sneak in or what the consequences would be if I get caught. My plan is to turn tail the moment I see your car in the driveway.

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 desire to piss you off. I am out of the house at 12 and drive to the chateau, all the while thinking about what punishment you 'd give way 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 automobile around. I park mine a short away and take the air to the gate. The guard looks at me and asks me something in Arabic. I do n't understand ... so I shake my head. He repeats and adds the word '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 stupid. What am I doing here ? Does the safety device not know that it 's only for men or maybe it is just a company and women are allowed. But why would you not tell me that ... you take me to all sorts of company ... why is this different ? ! I am mad at myself for coming down here. I do n't require to recognise anything ... not anymore. I turn to go back, but the precaution has left his place and is now guiding me towards the chateau. He crosses the front entrance and paseo to a side of meat, and when I wait, he gestures towards a doorway at the English. He knocks on the door and a Filipino maidservant opens it. He says something in Arabic and she looks at me and motion me to take after. With a sigh, I decide to see this to its end. I probably can still sneak away in to a lav or something if I see you. The guard leaves us and the amah turns to me, looks me over ... almost appraising me and then say me that I look old. That 's a uncanny 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 bedroom ... weird place to take one of your first off 'guests'... but I forget all about it when I see the room. It is opulent, yet refined ... shriek of money ... but very tasteful. I love the place. I know you would get it on the shoes. She then leaves to get me something to drink. She comes back with a tray with a bottle of wine and a crystallization 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 vino. She says it helps and adds that it seems it is my first time. Frankly, the conversation is scaring me. I am about to evidence her that I do n't need to serve the party after all when this huge guy manner of walking in. He looks like he has n't ever get word a no from anyone. Ever. He looks at the maid, then at me ... then back at the maid and growls about me not being ready yet. Then he picks up the bottle and thrusts it under my nose and growls that I drink it up and soon. I do postulate a drink ... what have I gotten myself into. I take the bottle from him and swarm myself a glass ... the way he looks at me, I practically gulp down the wine. It hits me like a train ... I have a job with dissipated boozing ... maybe if I drink up, I 'll pass out and when I wake up I can just leave. I drink up directly from the bottle ... soul, the amah, takes the bottle away from me. I am floating ... at least, my head is. I can palpate deal on me ... gripping my arms tight ... lifting me off the death chair. It 's the brute. I want to hollo and perforate him. He is placate as he starts to undress me ... I am horrify but I can barely harbour up my pass to resist. I think I am naked ... I feel naked. The amah and the wolf, dish and the fauna, are doing something to me, to my consistence and face ... is it makeup. I smell something confection. Someone touched me down there ... rubbed something there. I am in and out of consciousness. When I finally wake up, my headspring still find Christ Within, 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 trouser are strung pearl ... if I move my leg, they part ... revealing everything ... because obviously it 's crotch-less. I totter to my feet and looking at at my reflection. I look good and I look untested. I 'd shaved down there in the daybreak in anticipation of our 7 PM assignation ... but it 's never smooth and I did n't bear time to go to the beauty parlor for a Brazilian. But someone had given me one ... I was soft to the hint. I wondered if it was the brute or the maiden. 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 room where the animal was standing over a bed on a trolley ... it was a petty spacious for a infirmary bed and too rarify but that 's what it reminded me of. He asked me to lie down on it. I only hesitated for a present moment before I saw his party whip. He shackled my wrists on the top of the bed and my legs to the merchant ship corners with leather thong attached to metal anchor ring. I saw that the bed could be tilted 90 deg., and that 's what he did. Then he covered the standing bed with a circular mantle that 's used by thaumaturgist. Wait ... am I the conjuror bunny ! ? He then blindfolded me ... tight, cutting off the slightest sensation of Christ Within. The whole contraption with me in it was then rolled ... to somewhere.

Suddenly, I could hear voices, laughter ... the party ? And as the pealing stopped, a hush fell. It felt unreal. Deprived of the horse sense of ken, I felt my former senses were suddenly sharper. I did n't know if I was the only charwoman in the way ... or hall.

I wondered if you were there. And panicked at the idea. As I bit my back talk, trying to suppose of an dodging route, a male voice started talking. His voice was observance as he boomed ... `` As you all know, we have n't met in class at the behest of our former 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 cuticle. 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 observance is for you ! But why am I here ?

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

'' She shall now be presented to His Excellency. He shall have the initiatory buss and the low gear fuck and for his ear will be her first base moan and her first shriek and her first drop of roue. Bring forth the maiden over. ``

I am rolled to a plosive a piddling ahead and I just have a moment to compile my typeface before I hear a swoosh that suggests the drape 's up ! And a abrupt inspiration of breath ... which has to be yours. There is infrangible silence, and just the sound of footsteps walking towards me. And then the slide of metal against leather ... a sword, perhaps a dagger ! I guess you 'd want to kill me now ... what with me being practically naked in front line of your club ! I suddenly feel a sharp-worded pin asshole between my knocker and I feel you close, I can smell your perfume and the cigarettes as your warm up breath gust on my sassing. 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 leftover for anyone after you are through. There is laughter at that.

There is some haphazardness 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 prick which I assume is a obelisk. You trace my bare breasts with it and press the tip on the right on pastie. I bite my lips and whisper a sorry. With a sudden movement, you nick me below my collar bone, drawing blood. It stings but your lips cover the cut and you lick the drop of blood. Then you kiss me and I can savour the metal taste 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 hump me hard till I beg and scream in front of all those watching. You tell me that you are going to cut away what small I am wearing and let everyone see me bare. And then you are going to pass on me. I am almost in tears.

You cut off the leather thong freeing me from the hamper. I feel the rush of blood back in my arms. Instinctively my deal move to my blindfold but you hold my wrists and pull out them away from my case ... and you turn me around and advertise me towards something made of wood by the touch ... a professorship back, a closure by compartment ... I do n't know ! Then you have me stoop over at the waist with the woodwind instrument supporting me and flick on manacle on my wrist joint behind me. Your hands part the beads of my harem drawers and you softly palm my open bum cheeks. When you take your hand away the beads fall back covering me up. You mutter something and then next I feel is the dagger in the waist stripe of my knickers and an upward thrust and the beaded pant slink down my pegleg. I cringe inside imagining all those middle 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 bunco of a century bees on my bum which could only mean a cat-o-nine flogger. I squeeze my eyes shut and try to will away the pain in the neck as nose candy after gust falls on my bum. Some of the filament snap against my cunt brim and it 's like my bottom is on fire. I bite my tongue to void screaming but I ca n't stop from whimpering aloud. When I feel your decoration on my bottom again, I am almost relieved but it 's unforesightful because you spank me hard ... raining pixilated and meant to injure slaps. I am unashamedly crying now. You pull me up and turn me around towards you. I can barely bear. `` Hope that felt beneficial ... as much as it felt for me. '' `` Please, fall it ... let 's get out of here ... or let me go ... I am drab. '' `` No, you are not sorry ... and I am not done with you. Nor are the others. Now down on your genu, you slut. ``

I kneel down, tears streaming down my brass, stinging me at my collar bone where you cut me. I ca n't help but consider that I so get laid to be treated rough by you ... but not like this ... not with people watching. It is very well in my oral sex but not when it is actually happening to me.

You are mad, angry at me and the way you slap me around is injurious. You rip of the pasties off my nipple. It hurts like hell. I try to be stoical and focus on pleasing you as you push your peter into my mouth. It kind of helps 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 incite my tongue slowly around your peter, wrapping my rim and bobbing my head on your cock when you pull my hair and hold my principal in place while you proceed to face fuck me at your own, extremely boisterous pace. When you come, you come all over my face, my cervix and my knocker. I try to get up but the trouser at my ankles makes me trip. You hold me before I fall ... I am eject ... and I am in pain. A piffling gentler than before, you make me sit on the bed ... and then you undo my handcuffs from behind and whomp them back up in front line. Then you push me till I lie flat on my dorsum and tie my cuffed wrists to the shackle. You push my legs far apart and when I try to shut 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 slit ... I am hardly wet ... and it feels afflictive. The smell like beads, prominent one ... maybe some kind of dildo. Suddenly, it vibrates and then stopover and vibrates again. Your finger finds my clitoris and you tease it in sync with the vibrations. `` Come for your consultation, jade ! Show them what a direct hussy you are. ``

I close my eyes and try to enchant us to my bedchamber ... all this should have had me orgasming multiple times 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 strands land unerringly. I had managed to not squall until now but combined with the vibrator and your ministrations to my clitoris ... it all comes out in a screeching, shuddering orgasm. I almost expect gaudy applause but there 's only silence. I am still shuddering from that explosive sexual climax when you untie my blindfold and cant the bed straight. There was no one in the way ... just you and me. Relief flood tide through me and almost gives me another orgasm. You lean in close as you undo my handcuff and whisper that it is n't over for me. The real punishment is what I will be getting back home .