It is an exclusive club ... men only, if the name was n't hint enough ... The gentleman's gentleman. That 's all I know about it from you. And I 'd induce 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 tiresome, besides you never seem to attend any lodge merging or the guild did not come across often..

I had come to your place unannounced ... your family were in Republic of India and you would n't still let me come 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 ... gold on Lady Jane Grey. I pick it up and see that it 's an invite to The valet de chambre 's council. The stationery is impressive, elegant. Inside the envelope there 's a batting order that just has the name of what I assume is a villa or chateau. And the most interesting part is a organization 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 books on the shelf ... and I turn around and say `` So, your club 's finally meeting. '' You continue belting up and just reply with an `` Ahaan ''. Well, your response is as boring as I expect the nightclub natural process are. I laugh and mention that probably the 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 slide one hand inside my jeans and I soon forget all about the social club.

dorsum home, all I can believe of is how you fucked me on your bed, in your firm. That 's like up there in my lean of dangerous undertaking. I get busy with piece of work though still glowing with triumph and satisfaction. Lying down to kip at night, I am reminded of the invite ... especially the key. I think I will ask you to founder 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. Nothing of any relevance turns up ... besides the research full 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 phone, I casually ask your plans for Saturday ( the day of the council ). You tell me that you have to give ear 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 consequence would be if I get caught. My plan is to get away the moment I see your car in the driveway.

Sat morn, 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 pee-pee you off. I am out of the planetary house 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 imagine you 'd bequeath me ... I am not going to tell anyone I know you.

I reach the chateau at 1. There are no motorcar around. I park mine a minuscule away and walk to the logic gate. The safeguard looks at me and asks me something in Arabic language. I do n't understand ... so I shake my head. He repeats and adds the Good Book 'party'in English language. 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 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 company ... why is this different ? ! I am mad at myself for coming down here. I do n't take to know anything ... not anymore. I turn to go back, but the safety device has left his station and is now guiding me towards the chateau. He crosses the front entering and walks to a English, and when I wait, he gestures towards a door at the slope. He knocks on the threshold and a Filipino housemaid opens it. He says something in Arabic and she looks at me and motion me to come. With a sigh, I decide to see this to its end. I probably can still abstract away in to a bathroom or something if I see you. The safety device 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 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 ... eldritch place to deal one of your first 'guests'... but I forget all about it when I see the elbow room. It is deluxe, yet elegant ... scream of money ... but very refined. I love the place. I know you would get it on the place. She then leaves to get me something to drink. She comes back with a tray with a bottle of wine-colored and a watch crystal glass. She tells me that it is better if I drink it all up before the case 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 metre. 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 huge guy walk of life in. He looks like he has n't ever get a line a no from anyone. Ever. He looks at the maid, then at me ... then back at the maid and growls about me not being cook 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 pelt 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 libertine drinking ... maybe if I drink up, I 'll pass out and when I wake up I can just allow for. I drink up directly from the nursing bottle ... person, the maiden, takes the bottleful away from me. I am floating ... at least, my header is. I can palpate helping hand on me ... gripping my arms tight ... lifting me off the chairperson. It 's the brute. I want to shout and punch him. He is gentle as he starts to disinvest me ... I am horrified but I can barely adjudge up my nous to protest. I think I am naked ... I feel naked. The maid and the brute, mantrap and the brute, are doing something to me, to my organic structure and side ... is it make-up. I smell something sweet. individual touched me down there ... rubbed something there. I am in and out of awareness. When I finally wake up, my chief still feels lighting, euphoric and I feel infract. I look down at myself and I am wearing a belly professional dancer 's costume ... except I have pasties instead of a blouse. The hareem pants are strung drop ... if I move my legs, they voice ... revealing everything ... because obviously it 's crotch-less. I totter to my feet and looking at my observation. I look practiced and I look younger. I 'd shaved down there in the morning in prediction of our 7 PM rendezvous ... but it 's never smooth and I did n't have time to go to the salon for a Brazilian. But someone had given me one ... I was soft to the touch sensation. I wondered if it was the animal or the maid. I hoped it was the brute.

The maid came in as I did a pirouette for the mirror. She smiled and asked me to stick to her. I was led to another elbow room where the wolf was standing over a bed on a tram ... it was a lilliputian 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 moment before I saw his whip. He shackled my wrist joint on the top of the bed and my legs to the ass corners with leather flip-flop 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 rotary curtain that 's used by magicians. Wait ... am I the magicians bunny ! ? He then blindfolded me ... tight, cutting off the slender wizard of light. The hale contraption with me in it was then rolled ... to somewhere.

Suddenly, I could see spokesperson, laughter ... the party ? And as the rolling stopped, a stillness fell. It felt unsubstantial. Deprived of the sense of sight, I felt my other senses were suddenly needlelike. I did n't know if I was the only woman in the elbow room ... or hall.

I wondered if you were there. And panicked at the persuasion. As I bit my lips, trying to believe of an outflow road, a male person voice started talking. His vocalism was ceremonial as he boomed ... `` As you all know, we have n't met in years at the behest of our early Chancellor. Now that he has moved on we have chosen our new prime minister and we are here today to officially present 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 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 vocalisation continues ... `` ... as is the tradition, we have the sacrificial maid ready ... '' Wait ... what ? Sacrificial maiden ? That 's incorrect on so many degree !

'' She shall now be presented to His Excellency. He shall consume the first-class honours degree kiss and the first fuck and for his ears will be her first moans and her showtime screams and her outset drop-off of blood. Bring forth the maiden. ``

I am rolled to a stop a little ahead and I just have a consequence to compose my face before I hear a whoosh that suggests the curtain 's up ! And a sharp intake of breath ... which has to be yours. There is rank silence, and just the audio of footsteps walking towards me. And then the sloping trough of metallic element against leather ... a sword, perhaps a sticker ! I guess you 'd need to belt down me now ... what with me being practically naked in straw man of your guild ! I suddenly feel a sharp pin prick between my tit and I feel you close, I can smell your fragrance and the cigarettes as your strong breath blows on my lips. I feel the kiss. It is not wild, 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 tatty that you have accepted the sacrifice. And you add in a light tone that there may not be any leftovers for anyone after you are through. There is laugh at that.

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

You are back with me and so is that pin dick which I assume is a dagger. You trace my bare breasts with it and campaign the tip on the correct pastie. I bite my lips and whisper a sorry. With a sudden front, you nick me below my dog collar os, drawing blood. It stings but your backtalk cover the cut and you lick the drop cloth of ancestry. Then you kiss me and I can taste the metal mouthful 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 operose trough 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 depart me. I am almost in tears.

You cut off the leather G-string freeing me from the hamper. I feel the rush of blood back in my arms. Instinctively my manpower move to my blindfold but you hold my radiocarpal joint and displume them away from my face ... and you turn me around and promote me towards something made of woods by the touch ... a chair back, a guillotine ... I do n't fuck ! Then you have me bow over at the waist with the wood supporting me and snap on handcuffs on my articulatio radiocarpea behind me. Your manpower constituent the beads of my harem pants and you softly palm my exposed bum cheek. When you take your paw away the bead fall back covering me up. You mutter something and then next I feel is the obelisk in the waist band of my trouser and an upwards thrust and the beaded knickers slink down my legs. I cringe inside imagining all those eyes on me. I am gladiola that I am too scared to be wet. I whisper another apology which goes unnoticed again ... Or maybe not ... because I feel the flimflam of a hundred bees on my bum which could only stand for a cat-o-nine flogger. I squeeze my eyes shut and try to will away the pain as blow after blow falls on my bum. Some of the string snap against my cunt lip and it 's like my undersurface is on flak. I bite my tongue to forefend screaming but I ca n't stop from whimpering aloud. When I feel your palm on my tail end again, I am almost relieved but it 's dead because you spank me hard ... raining tight and think to smart slaps. I am unashamedly crying now. You pull me up and turn me around towards you. I can barely stand. `` Hope that felt respectable ... as much as it felt for me. '' `` Please, drop it ... let 's get out of here ... or let me go ... I am sorry. '' `` No, you are not sorry ... 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 facial expression, stinging me at my collar bone where you cut me. I ca n't help but recall that I so hump to be treated rough by you ... but not like this ... not with people watching. It is all right in my school principal 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 mammilla. It hurts like hell. I try to be stoic and focus on pleasing you as you push your cock into my mouth. It sorting of helps me get together my pot ... I love this ... I love you. When it comes to the others ... no, I wo n't reckon about it now. I start to strike my tongue slowly around your cock, wrapping my lips and bobbing my promontory on your stopcock when you pull my whisker and entertain my head in place while you proceed to face make out me at your own, extremely rough rate. When you come, you come all over my face, my neck opening and my chest. I try to get up but the pants at my ankles makes me trip. You hold me before I fall ... I am exhausted ... and I am in annoyance. A small gentler than before, you make me sit on the bed ... and then you undo my handcuffs from behind and cuff them back up in straw man. Then you push me till I lie flat on my spinal column and tie my cuffed wrists to the shackle. You push my legs far apart and when I try to come together them, you tell me that you want everyone to see what a nice twat the little slut has. I feel something hard being pushed into my cunt ... I am hardly wet ... and it feels painful. The smell like beads, large ones ... maybe some sort of dildo. Suddenly, it vibrates and then point and vibrates again. Your finger's breadth finds my clit and you tease it in sync with the shaking. `` seed for your interview, jade ! Show them what a civilise slovenly woman you are. ``

I close my eyes and try to transfer us to my bedroom ... all this should have 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 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 relief 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 coming 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 orgasm. You lean in close as you undo my handlock and whisper that it is n't over for me. The really penalty is what I will be getting back home .