It is an exclusive club ... men only, if the name was n't clew enough ... The valet. That 's all I know about it from you. And I 'd birth never even known that lots if it had n't been for a slip-up of your tongue. I had n't sought any details ... it sounded boring, besides you never seem to attend any society encounter or the club did not adjoin often..

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

Something catches my eye ... looks like a wedding invite ... gold on grey. 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 card that just has the name of what I assume is a Villa or chateau. And the most interesting part is a cheek key, ornately designed and stamped with a C.

I place the key and card back in the envelope and the envelope back next to the al-Qur'an on the shelf ... and I turn around and say `` So, your club 's finally meeting. '' You continue belting up and just answer with an `` Ahaan ''. wellspring, your response is as boring as I expect the club activities are. I laugh and mention that probably the club is good 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 slew one hand inside my jeans and I soon forget all about the club.

Back home, all I can call up of is how you fucked me on your bed, in your star sign. That 's like up there in my list of adventures. I get officious with employment though still glowing with triumph and atonement. Lying down to log Z's at night, I am reminded of the invite ... especially the key. I think I will ask you to generate me the key for token if you are n't attending the 'council'. With cipher bettor to do, I run a search for 'The gentleman'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 wag ... I was right ... a chateau. My heart wants a new adventure.

While talking to you on the telephone set, I casually ask your plans for Saturday ( the day of the council ). You tell me that you have to take care 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 effect would be if I get caught. My design is to escape the moment I see your car in the driveway.

Sabbatum morning, I am a bit unquiet and all excited about the risky venture 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 menage 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 forget me ... I am not going to state anyone I know you.

I reach the chateau at 1. There are no machine around. I park mine a piddling away and walk to the gate. The guard looks at me and asks me something in Arabic. I do n't read ... 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 clock time and he lets me through. This is stupid. What am I doing here ? Does the guard not cognize that it 's only for men or maybe it is just a party and women are allowed. But why would you not enjoin me that ... you take me to all sort of parties ... why is this different ? ! I am mad at myself for coming down here. I do n't require to know anything ... not anymore. I turn to go back, but the guard has left his station and is now guiding me towards the chateau. He crosses the front entrance and manner of walking to a side, and when I wait, he gestures towards a door at the side. He knocks on the doorway and a Filipino maid opens it. He says something in Arabic 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 john or something if I see you. The guard 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 ... weird billet to take one of your first of all 'guests'... but I forget all about it when I see the room. It is opulent, yet elegant ... screams of money ... but very tasteful. I love the place. I know you would love the place. She then leaves to get me something to drink. She comes back with a tray with a 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 bottle of wine. 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 tell her that I do n't require to attend the party after all when this huge guy pass in. He looks like he has n't ever discover a no from anyone. Ever. He looks at the maid, then at me ... then back at the housemaid and growls about me not being gear up yet. Then he picks up the bottleful and thrusts it under my pry and growls that I drink it up and soon. I do need a drink ... what have I gotten myself into. I take the nursing bottle from him and pour myself a looking glass ... the way he looks at me, I practically gulp down the wine-colored. It hits me like a string ... I have a trouble with fast drinking ... maybe if I drink up, I 'll legislate 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 fountainhead is. I can feel hands on me ... gripping my branch tight ... lifting me off the chair. It 's the animate being. I want to abuse and punch him. He is gentle as he starts to undress me ... I am horrified but I can barely arrest up my caput to resist. I think I am naked ... I feel naked. The maidservant and the savage, beauty and the animal, are doing something to me, to my consistency and human face ... is it make-up. I smell something sweet. individual touched me down there ... rubbed something there. I am in and out of knowingness. When I finally wake up, my head still feels visible radiation, euphoric and I feel violated. I look down at myself and I am wearing a belly professional dancer 's costume ... except I have pasties instead of a blouse. The harem pants are strung beads ... if I move my legs, they section ... revealing everything ... because obviously it 's crotch-less. I totter to my feet and flavour at my reflection. I look trade good and I look younger. I 'd shaved down there in the morning in prevision 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 individual had given me one ... I was indulgent to the touch. I wondered if it was the savage 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 play along her. I was led to another room where the brute was standing over a bed on a trolley ... it was a little full for a hospital bed and too refine 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 party whip. He shackled my carpus on the top of the bed and my legs to the bottom box with leather thongs attached to metal doughnut. 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 magicians. Wait ... am I the magicians bunny ! ? He then blindfolded me ... tight, cutting off the slight sense impression of Christ Within. The solid contraption with me in it was then rolled ... to somewhere.

Suddenly, I could see voices, laughter ... the party ? And as the rolling stopped, a still fell. It felt artificial. Deprived of the sense of ken, I felt my other Mary Jane were suddenly sharper. I did n't get laid if I was the only woman in the room ... or hall.

I wondered if you were there. And panicked at the thought. As I bit my brim, trying to imagine of an leakage road, a male spokesperson started talking. His vocalisation was ceremonial as he boomed ... `` As you all know, we have n't met in days 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 present him with the closed chain 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 ... shit ... and you are obviously here if this ceremony is for you ! But why am I here ?

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

'' She shall now be presented to His excellency. He shall take the initiatory osculation and the first of all piece of tail and for his capitulum will be her first-class honours degree moans and her starting time screams and her first drop-off of blood. Bring forth the maiden. ``

I am rolled to a stop consonant a little ahead and I just have a mo to indite my face before I hear a whoosh that suggests the curtain 's up ! And a shrill breathing in of intimation ... which has to be yours. There is absolute silence, and just the strait of footsteps walking towards me. And then the slide of metallic element against leather ... a sword, perhaps a dagger ! I guess you 'd want to kill me now ... what with me being practically naked in social movement of your club ! I suddenly feel a sharp pin dickhead between my bosom and I feel you close, I can smell your perfume and the fag as your warm intimation blows on my brim. I feel the candy 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 trashy that you have accepted the sacrifice. And you add in a lighter shade 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 better security from you if they stay.

You are back with me and so is that pin asshole which I assume is a obelisk. You trace my bare breasts with it and weightlift the tip on the rectify 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 back talk cover the cut and you lick the drop-off of blood. Then you kiss me and I can savor the metal preference of my blood. I ask you if everyone else has left the room. I can almost finger you smile dangerously when you reply that you are going to hump me operose money box 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 provide me. I am almost in tears.

You cut off the leather thongs freeing me from the shackles. I feel the rushing of blood back in my arms. Instinctively my hired man move to my blindfold but you hold my articulatio radiocarpea and pull them away from my nerve ... and you turn me around and bear on me towards something made of Natalie Wood by the spot ... a chair back, a guillotine ... I do n't sleep with ! Then you have me stoop over at the waist with the wood supporting me and snap on handcuff on my wrists behind me. Your hands part the string of beads of my harem pants and you softly handle my exposed bum cheeks. When you take your hand away the bead fall back covering me up. You mutter something and then future I feel is the dagger in the waist band of my trouser and an upward thrust and the bead knickers slink down my leg. I cringe inside imagining all those oculus on me. I am gladiolus 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 one hundred bees on my bum which could only mean a cat-o-nine flogger. I squeeze my oculus shut and try to will away the pain sensation as blast after blow falls on my bum. Some of the chain snap against my cunt lips and it 's like my bottom is on attack. I bite my clapper to avoid screaming but I ca n't intercept from whimpering aloud. When I feel your medal on my bottom again, I am almost relieved but it 's short because you spank me hard ... raining tight and imply to hurt slaps. I am unashamedly crying now. You pull me up and bend me around towards you. I can barely stand. `` Hope that felt good ... as much as it felt for me. '' `` Please, drop cloth it ... let 's get out of here ... or let me go ... I am drab. '' `` No, you are not good-for-nothing ... and I am not done with you. Nor are the others. Now down on your human knee, you slut. ``

I kneel down, tears streaming down my human face, stinging me at my choker os where you cut me. I ca n't help but intend that I so lie with to be treated raspy by you ... but not like this ... not with mass watching. It is fine in my head 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 nipples. It hurts like hell. I try to be stoic and centre on pleasing you as you push your turncock into my sassing. It form of aid me garner my grass ... I love this ... I love you. When it comes to the others ... no, I wo n't think about it now. I start to move my tongue slowly around your pecker, wrapping my lips and bobbing my chief on your prick when you pull my fuzz and hold my head in piazza while you proceed to front have it off me at your own, extremely boisterous pace. When you come, you come all over my grimace, my neck opening and my breasts. I try to get up but the pants at my ankle joint makes me slip. You hold me before I fall ... I am exhausted ... and I am in bother. A trivial gentler than before, you make me sit on the bed ... and then you undo my handlock from behind and cuff them back up in front. Then you push me till I lie flat on my spinal column and tie my cuffed wrists to the bond. You push my pegleg far apart and when I try to shut down them, you tell me that you want everyone to see what a nice pussy the lilliputian slut has. I feel something hard being pushed into my cunt ... I am hardly wet ... and it feels unspeakable. The look like pearl, bombastic 1 ... maybe some sort of dildo. Suddenly, it vibrates and then arrest and vibrates again. Your digit finds my clit and you tease it in sync with the vibrations. `` Come for your consultation, slut ! Show them what a trained slovenly woman you are. ``

I close my eyes and try to transport us to my sleeping accommodation ... all this should sustain had me orgasming multiple times then. That helps ... and I start to get wet. I am shaken from my daydreaming when you flog my breast. I twist and writhe to avoid it but the strands land unerringly. I had managed to not yell until now but combined with the vibrator and your ministrations to my clit ... it all comes out in a screaming, shuddering orgasm. I almost expect flashy clapping but there 's only secrecy. I am still shuddering from that volatile climax when you untie my blindfold and careen the bed straight. There was no one in the room ... just you and me. Relief overflow 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 existent punishment is what I will be getting back domicile .