The Club – part 1
Anna Roy
looked up from her desk, wondering who this client was that her boss Steve DuMorass has shown in as if he was the Prime Minister. For a slime ball, he had been especially
slimy in the way he welcomed and ushered him in.
It was late
April, and she was actually looking forward to a weekend with her daughters
before she drove her youngest back to college on Sunday. As the door opened, and she heard Steve say
“Everything will be as you asked,” she stood up and shook the hand of the
visitor. His grip was strong, and his smile
warm – both totally unlike…
“Anna
- a moment please."
“Ok Steve,”
she said as she stood up, straightened her grey skirt, and walked into his
office, closing the door behind her and sitting on the other side of the desk.
“I’ll get
straight to the point,” Steve said, “Anna, I need you to take a trip on
Monday."
Rolling her
eyes, Anna at least smiled as she said “Really? I have some high paying
renewals coming due next week Steve…”
“I know, but this
is important - I had word today of new regulations, and you need to go to a
seminar to bone up on them.”
Anna was
beginning to get a little angry. “I know
I get a salary, but I also get commissions and I have 7 business renewals next
week - including Swance Construction, and you know
half the reason Wayne deals here is he loves my legs and my cleavage.”
Steve smiled,
the smile that made her itch, and said “You’ll’ just have to delegate them -
this is of vital importance, and I need you to go. I'll keep Wayne happy - get him tickets for
the game or something.”
Anna threw
her hands up in despair. “OK - OK but
YOU are calling the clients and I get the commissions agreed?”
“Agreed -
-it's in Montreal, and it's all week."
“Montreal???” Anna shook her head – he’d done it to her
again. “Fine - but I get a room at the
hotel of the conference this time, and I get my expenses in advance. Where
is the plane ticket or am I driving?”
Steve looked
at her and said "Come to the office at 7 on Monday - I'll have your plane
ticket, reservation and expense card ready for you. And don’t worry - it's at the same hotel.”
Anna really
was angry now. “You’re so damn cheap
sometimes Steve, well I am taking the rest of the day off - see you Monday
morning.” Anna got up, shaking her head
as she left the office.
"Fine -
enjoy the conference" he called out as the door slammed. The smile left his face as he picked up the
phone. "It's done - she'll be here
seven on Monday."
Anna got
behind the wheel of her 2014 Chrysler 300 – part of her recovery process. It had been a year since her husband John had
been killed, and the grief had taken a long time to heal.
Driving home,
she called her daughter Reba at home and told her they would go out to dinner
with her sister Jennifer that night.
Over the meal, she explained about the trip, and that they were not to
call unless it was an emergency. Her
expenses would not cover personal calls, and the roaming charges were a killer for
the young girls.
Her Saturday
became a cleaning day, and preparing for her trip as well as helping Reba to
get ready to return to college on the Sunday.
An early drive to the college on the Sunday morning left the house
empty, as Anna helped Reba to unpack and then called at the mall in Oakville on
the way home to pick up some new pantyhose and other supplies.
Returning
home at 4, Anna settled in for a quiet evening.
As she sat in her front room, a drink in her hand, she looked
round. She didn’t like being alone in the
house – it made her feel uneasy, and for some reason she did not think
everything was where it should be.
Shaking her head, and putting it down to the fact with John no longer
around she was alone, she started to work on her personal accounts.
His death,
tragic as it was, had allowed the house to be paid for, and there was security
in that, but as she looked at the car costs,
the recent bills for house alterations, and the down payments for Jennifer’s
House and Reba’s college fees, she could see her savings starting to dwindle.
“He’d better
pay me those commissions,” Anna said to herself, “I could use the funds for my
cruise.” Eventually, however, she locked
everything away, and went to bed.
The alarm
going off at five woke Anna, and she got out of bed, showering and shaving her
legs, arm pits and between her legs.
“Why on earth am I still doing this,” she said to herself as she took
the razor up her legs, “John’s gone, nobody else even notices except for my
clients.” She stopped for a moment, and
then cleaned herself up and towelled herself dry.
Sitting at
her makeup table, she looked at herself in the mirror, and then finished her
hair and makeup, before she applied some lotion to her skin, waiting ten
minutes until she stood up, and opened a new pack of pantyhose.
She then put
on a bra, and slipped a black silk blouse on, with a knee length skirt. Sitting on the bed, she slipped on a pair of
black pumps, and then headed for the kitchen, grabbing a coffee and Danish
before she went to her car at six thirty.
Putting her
case in the trunk, she locked the house up and drove off, debating whether or
not to stop for coffee on the way.
“Nah,” she finally said, “I’ll have time at the airport.”
Arriving at
the office, she got out of the car, locking it with her purse in the leg well,
and walked to the office.
“Fuck, Steve,
where are you,” Anna said as she found the door was locked. Using her keys, she walked in, as the sun
started to appear over the horizon. She could see
nobody else around, as she entered the office.
As she
approached Steve’s office, her cell phone pinged, and she looked at see a
message from her boss.
"Check
your mail"
Shaking her
head, she went instead to her office and fired up her
computer. Finding the e-mail from
Steve, she opened it up and read.
"Anna -
sorry, I've been held up. Go to the
filing cabinet next to you - second drawer.
There's a file marked Anna's trip - everything is in there. Steve."
“AGAIN?” she cried
out to no-one. “Sure, you’ve been held
up – getting out of bed, you lazy…” She stood up and
opened the filing cabinet, the alarm on her phone going off to say she
needed to leave for the airport.
“I really
hope everything is in here,” she said as she sat down and
opened the file. She stared at the
contents for a moment, before a large hand was clamped over her mouth, and a
deep voice said "Don't say a word, lady," taking her completely by
surprise.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," Anna screamed as she let go of the
file - the single sheet of paper saying “I am sorry Anna” falling to her
desk. She reached up and tried to pull
the hand away, screaming
“mmmmmmmmm” into the hand as she was pulled out
of her seat.
"Do as you’re
told, and nobody gets hurt, understand?
You don't want to get hurt, do you?"
Anna shook
her head, as out of the corner of her eye she saw a second man, dressed in
black with a balaclava covering his head, smiling as he pointed a gun at her.
"If I
take my hand away, will you scream?"
Anna shook
her head, her eyes wide with fear as she said “MMM” and looked at the gun.
"Good,"
the voice said as the hand was removed, but a second gloved hand gripped her
arm. “Where are you car keys?"
“On the desk
with my cell phone,” she said quietly, “what is this about?”
"No questions, Anna, just do as you’re
told. Put your hands behind your
back."
Anna slowly
complied, as she felt the man put her hands together, back to back, and
then lash them tightly together with some sort of rope. Whoever this was knew what they were doing,
as she felt the rope around and between her arms.
"Now, stay calm, and do exactly what we
tell you."
“Okay,” Anna said as she
looked round the office, “but please, what is this about?”
A gloved hand
reached round and picked up her car keys and cell phone, handing them to the
second man. "Get the car out of the
way, and tell him to bring the van round.
I'll be ok now."
Anna’s eyes
opened wide as she screamed “VAN? WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON????”
"Did I not tell you to be quiet, Anna?"
“OH GOD,” she
screamed, “YOU’RE… YOU’RE KIDNAPPING
ME?”
"All will be explained - open wide" She saw the gloved hand in front of her,
holding a pair of her dirty hose, wadded up into a ball.
“OH GOD…” Anna thought for a moment about resisting,
but the second man looked at her, her car keys in one hand, the gun in the
other… Slowly, she opened her mouth, the man behind her
saying “Good” as he pushed them in, “Now keep them in there, Anna."
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmm,” Anna said as she tasted her own perfume and
scent – someone must have been in her house over the weekend to have got
these… She made a face and grimaced
slightly, the tears starting in her eyes as she realised she had been set up –
by Steve?
She saw the
man hold a long white scarf in front of her, and then pull it tightly over her
mouth, knotting
the ends tightly together at the base of her neck. “Mamdfmadsmfasmdfma”
she called out as the man pushed her forward and said “All right, Anna, let's
go."
She stopped for a
moment, and then felt a cold metal circle against her back. "Do as we say,” the voice behind her
said calmly as the second man pocketed her cell phone, “we have a timetable to
keep to, you know."
She was walked
through the office to the back door, and as they stepped into the private
parking lot she saw a grey van, the door on the side open. The second man walked away as the voice said “Get
in, Anna. Get her car out of the
way."
Anna looked
at the man and said “mamdfams mamdfm
madmf,” looking down at her legs and then at the
door.
"Well, I
asked," he said as he lifted her up and carried her in, sitting Anna on a
folding mattress. As the van door
closed, he said “Let’s go” and sat opposite her, the gun trained at her the
whole time as he smiled.
Anna sat
still, wondering what the hell was going on.
The windows were grimy, but she could see buildings flash past, until
after fifteen minutes the van stopped and the side door opened again.
"Get up,"
the man said as he helped her to her feet and jumped out, helping her out
afterwards. Anna saw she was in a large
hangar, and a private jet was parked nearby.
She was incredibly confused now, wondering why she was bound and gagged
in a hangar with a private plane…
“Walk to the
plane, Anna." She felt a push in
her back, and slowly walked over, her heels clicking on the concrete. As they approached the plane, the door opened
and a tall, good looking man in a black jumper and slacks walked down the steps.
“Welcome,
Mrs Roy," he said as Anna approached. "Help her
into the plane and secure her"
Anna walked
up and entered the jet, looking at the furnishings as she was sat in a leather
chair. "Lean forward, Anna,"
the masked man said, and as she did so her wrists were untied, and then re-tied
in front of her, the knot out of reach of her fingers and mouth. He then knelt down and tied her ankles
tightly together, the rope going around and between her legs as well as around
her shoes, the band sitting under her heels.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” she said as he then bound her legs below
her knees, and secured her wrists down to that band of rope. Anna squirmed round – the seat was
comfortable, but she would have preferred it if she was untied, even with the
masked man strapping her into the chair.
"Enjoy
your flight," he said with a smile as he got off the plane, and the
unmasked man got on, strapping himself into the other seat. A second man, obviously the pilot, smiled at
her as he went to the front of the plane, and the doors closed.
“Mmmmmmm?”
"Please,"
the man said as the plane started to move, "Relax - I will explain
everything shortly."
“Mamdfasmadsmfsa,” Anna said as she felt the plane taxiing,
and then suddenly accelerating, leaving the ground and climbing faster than any
commercial jet she had ever been on.
After only a few minutes, the plane levelled off, and Anna watched the
man unbuckle and walk over. He looked at
her, gave a small bow and said “On behalf of The Club, welcome aboard, Mrs Anna
Roy"
Anna stared
at him – it could only b3 half past seven, and thirty minutes ago she was in
the office – and now here she was, bound, gagged, strapped in a seat on a
private jet, and going who the hell knows where with a man who knows who she
is? Her fear rose as she screamed “I amdfmasmdfmasdmfmasMMMMMMMM.”
"Allow me to explain - I am employed by a
very exclusive organisation, known as The Club, and we provide a very special
service to some of the richest men - and women - in the world.”
“Mamdfamsdmasdmf,” Anna said as she looked at him.
"In
return for an annual fee, we arrange for some very special women, such as yourself, to spend some time with them, alone, to do what
they desire. Today, we are flying with
you to Prague."
“PPPMMMDSFDFSMFDM,”
Anna screamed out again. Prague?
"Hush, Mrs Roy,” the man said, “you will
come to no harm. So long as you do what
they say, then it will be a pleasant experience, and you will be handsomely
rewarded. You are one of a very special
group, Mrs Roy - I believe you know a Ms Darla
Crane?"
Anna nodded,
wondering why she was still gagged in a plane at 35000 feet with only this man
and maybe two others around.
"Well, I
had the pleasure of escorting Miss Crane to Paris two weeks ago. I have spent some time looking at your work
as well Mrs Roy - or may I call you Babs?"
Anna stopped
complaining and looked at the man, slowly shaking her head as she heard a name
she had not heard for over ten years.
“Oh - so this
is not you, Mrs Roy?" He switched
on a screen, and then a film started - a film called “The Hostage Housewife
with Bound Babs.”
Anna sighed –
she had been a bondage model for a couple of years when they bought the new
house and John had left his job as a engineering technician
to become a cop. The money was great
after 4 years but half of what it was in the beginning in 2000. She had become
a bondage model as it was just and extension of their
sex life. No sex- just her tied up in business clothes
or lingerie or partial nude but no sex
She nodded as
she saw herself on screen, tied up in her kitchen in a Sunday house dress,
pantyhose and heels. The masked man tied
her up and then stripped her of the dress, as she squirmed round.
"May I
say, firstly I was sorry to hear of your husband's death, and secondly you
still look very beautiful."
Anna looked
at him as he smiled back at her. The
compliment was obviously genuine.
"Now,
the members of The Club pay to have people like you visit them. We ask you to do whatever they ask you to do
- with the guarantee that they are not allowed to physically harm you."
“Mmmppphhh,” Anna said, staring at the man.
"And you will do as they say, Mrs Roy -
because there are incentives."
“Amsdfmasmfamsefamsd,” she said, shaking and nodding her
head as she tried to get the gag off.
"Your
daughter Brea - doing well at college?"
Anna stopped
nodding and stared at him, she knew he was toying with her now – and it wasn’t
a game she was enjoying.
"And
Jennifer - enjoying her new home?"
She still
stared back.
“You see, Mrs
Roy, if you fail to co-operate with us, they may both be relocated - to Mexico,
perhaps, or Cuba."
“
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM,”
she screamed as she looked at him. "Oh, forgive me," he said as he removed the scarf, and
then the hose from her mouth, “Would you care for a drink."
“
It’s about time
damn it,” Anna said as she worked her jaw.
“Yes, please may I have a drink and then could we go back to the
beginning of this conversation.”
"Of
course - water or something stronger?"
“Water
with a shot of rye whisky.”
He went to a
bar and mixed the drink, holding it as Anna took a sip. She gulped down the fluid, washing the taste
from her mouth, and then looked at the smiling man.
“Let me see
if I have this straight. You and the 3 masked men plus the pilot here are
employees of an organization known as The Club?”
“That is
correct,” the man said as he allowed her to have another drink.
“This Club is
a group of Rich…” She paused and looked
round the plane. “No – make that uber-rich playboys and playgirls who pay you to kidnap
current and former bondage models, semi-celebrities but not like seriously rich
and famous? They bring these women to
your members for - what three days?”
“The time can
vary, but three days is the norm.”
Anna shook
her head. “They get my company, and I
will do what they ask? And am I going to
a man or a woman?”
Her mind was
ticking over what she was hearing. This
was an incredibly well organised group, whoever they were.
“A
man in your case.”
“So, if this man says
suck my cock, or wants to fuck me or fuck me in the ass, or spank me, flog me
nipple, clamp my tits, play genie from I dream of genie for him - I am to do it.”
“
I see you get the
idea Mrs Roy,” the man said. “I can see
you are a practical and level headed woman.”
Anna nodded,
and then said “and in return for my doing this, you will not kidnap my
daughters and have them sold to some brothel somewhere
in the 3rd world? And I get some kind of
reward?”
“Exactly - we
have no wish to use such extreme measures, and as you say, a reward. Would you…”
“I don’t care
what you do,” Anna shouted, “NO ONE IS PISSING ON ME, SHITTING ON ME, MAKING ME
DO THINGS WITH ANIMALS OR CHILDREN!! If
that is what this man has planned, just kill me now.”
“Well, I sincerely
hope that is not what he has planned,” the man said, “because of they did, we
would kill them.” Anna stared at him,
realising he was sincere, before she said “where and to whom am I going?”
He pressed a
button, and the face of a grey haired man appeared on the screen. "This is Count Petr
Kellner "
Anna looked
at the picture. “I know him - he is a Czech
billionaire, he is into banking, insurance, and real estate. So what are his kinks?”
“Nothing as
you just described - he likes to see women bound and helpless, and he asks them
to please him. Occasionally, he's into
spanking as well. Be assured, Mrs Roy, I
meant what I said - if he did anything to harm you in any way, he would be dead
the next day.”
Anna nodded,
and then said “What is the reward you speak of?”
“Ah yes - the
reward - in return for your full co-operation and secrecy, we will deposit one
quarter of a million dollars into an account of your choosing.”
Anna looked
hard at the man. “Two
hundred and fifty thousand US Dollars?”
“Correct - and
we will do it as we fly there, if you agree to the terms.”
Anna thought
for a moment. They had scared the crap
out of her, and she was still tied, but they had not hurt her – and as a
business proposition, the money would be very helpful indeed. “I have one question,” she said, “What if I
do not agree?”
“Well, as I
say, your daughters would be re-located - and as for you...”
Anna
nodded. “I see - so I really have no
choice. Deposit 271,000 Canadian dollars
into this account,” she said, reciting the number of her account at the Scotia bank
of Canada. “That is 250,000 US dollars
at current exchange.”
She watched
as he opened a laptop and typed for a moment, turning the screen so that she
could watch the transfer take place.
“Thank you - now that I have agreed, can you untie me?”
“For a while,
yes,” the man said as he unfastened the belt, and then knelt to release her
hands, “but do anything to cause trouble, and you will be bound and gagged for
the rest of the journey.”
“Don’t worry
– I won’t” Anna said as she removed the rest of the ropes. “I have a few more questions,” she said as she crossed
her legs and crossed her wrists.
“Of course –
ask away.”
“What is the
time frame = how long will this man will have me and when will I be returned
and where?”
“Let’s see,”
he said as he handed Anna her drink, “We arrive in Prague at about 2 am local
time. You will be taken to his home, and
remain there for three days in total. We
will return you to your office by lunchtime Friday.”
“I see - and
I assume that in any place where I can alert anyone I will be bound and gagged? What if there is a family emergency with one
of my daughters?”
“We will be
informed if that happens, but I assure you we will be watching them as well. As for how often you are bound and gagged -
that is at the discretion of the Count.
We deliver and collect you bound and gagged.”
Anna nodded –
these people had thought things through very well indeed. “My question is if on Wednesday god forbid
there is an accident will I be sent home?”
“Should it be
that serious, then yes, with no questions, and the money is yours now.”
Sipping her
drink, Anna thought of other possible issues.
“Does the
count have a maximum number of times per day I can be bound or at least will he
release me between – sessions?”
“He sets the
rules - but previous visitors tell us it tends to be once or twice a day, and
then he leaves you alone. His palace is
quite well furnished, and he provides well for his visitors.”
“He provides
all clothing?”
“Yes,” the
man said as he walked to a galley, “would you care for some lunch?”
“Well, that
explains why I thought someone was in the house,” Anna said as she got up and
walked to a table, “so you could get my dress, pantyhose, bra and shoe size.” Sitting down she looked as the man said “and
you toiletry requirements. I trust prawn
fettuccini is acceptable?”
“Very much
so,” Anan said as he brought two plates over, “but there is one last question.”
“And that is?”
“What is
Steve getting out of this, I know that slimy bastard
would be getting something.”
He looked at
Anna and said “Your employer? I believe
he is getting something, but may I say something?”
“Yes,” Anna
said as she started to eat.
“You can do
so much better, Mrs Roy, so much better.”
Anna smiled
at that. “Yes well - since you have
dealt with him I want something more than the 250 grand. I want
you to make him give me next week off paid so I can look for new employment.”
“Consider it
done – some wine?”
“Thank you,”
Anna said as he poured a glass of Chardonnay.
“One more thing.”
“Next time,”
Anna said as she sipped her wine.
“Next
time?"
“Next time,
just call me and ask me to clear my schedule for a week.” Anna ate some of the pasta and wiped her
mouth. “You can still kidnap me if it is
policy, it would actually be fun, but please ask. I may
be a lady but I am also a practical business woman who knows that I am still
good looking at 43 and probably will look good for another 5 - 7 years. I know
I am not Darla Crane, but I have heard rumours that Monica, Itty Bitty, Vesta, Sandra Silvers, and Gloria Gams
had all been ‘just gone for 3 days to a week’.
All of them are girl next door models and one man is not taking them all.”
“You are
indeed astute,” he said with a smile, “The Club has been in existence for
nearly fifty years now, with great success.
The way you were invited is common to all first timers - but if you
enjoy the experience, and we invite you again, we will deal with you -
directly. And be assured - your wishes
will be taken fully into account.”
Anna put her
napkin down and sat back, looking at her lunch partner as she sipped her
wine. “I’m curious now - Gloria Gams is my height, my weight, my breast size, the
difference is I have nicer legs, I look 35 not 43 and I am a brunette with red
highlights she looks her 44 years and is a red head. How many invites for
Gloria? Or should I call her Gerri
Davidson?”
“Gloria? I would have to consult with my superiors,
but she has a dedicated client list. And
you may call her Gerri, if I may call you Anna.”
Glancing at
the clock, she smiled as she said “you may call me Anna, but I see we will
probably be landing in 30 to 45 minutes.
I assume you do not invite a lady for her first time unless there is
more demand than just ONE client?”
“Well, yes –
we have had a number of requests for you.
And now, with deep regret, I must prepare you for arrival. Please, stand up.”
Anna
smiled as she stood and turned, feeling
the man bind her wrists behind her back as professionally as her first captors.
“I must say
if there are requests from ladies I am a little worried as I have not been with
one in over 20 years.”
“As I say, if
you wish to return, your tastes will be taken into account. I trust that is not too uncomfortable?”
“No it’s
fine,” Anna said as she looked over her shoulder. “Well, if those requesting me are into
stockings, pantyhose, bondage, gentle rape play and somewhat gentle s & m the
no it doesn’t.”
“We can
discuss that on Thursday on the flight back,” he said as he picked up the damp
pantyhose.
“Do they have
to go into my mouth?”
“Regretfully,
yes - the client's request.” Anna nodded and opened wide as the damp
nylons went back in, and the scarf was re-tied around her head. Sitting herself down, she nodded as the man strapped
her in, and then sat himself in the seat for the
landing.
“Mmmmmmmmmmm,” she said as the plane went down. She did not like what had happened, but for a
quarter of a million dollars – and she might even enjoy it.”
“Amdfmasdmf,” she said as the plane touched down, getting a
little nervous as it slowed and eventually stopped. The man got up and opened the door, then
unstrapped her and helped her to stand on her 4 inch heels.
“Please,
allow me,” he said as he walked Anna to the door, and out into the pitch black
night. As she walked down the steps, she
saw a limousine waiting, the uniformed chauffer by the door.
To one side,
a guard in military uniform was watching, smirking as the man helped Anna to
sit in the car and closed the door. He
looked at Anna as if she was a piece of meat, like he had seen many women get
off this or similar planes in a similar state.
The door on
the other side opened, and her travelling partner sat down, strapping her and then
himself in before the car set off. “Amsdmfasdfmasdmf,” Anna said as she crossed her legs and
looked at him.
"I will
accompany you and see you safely arrive, and then leave you." He looked at her and smiled. “The next time I will see you is when you
return on Thursday, and I take you home - barring any emergencies."
Anna nodded,
as she realised she was going to spend 3 days getting fucked by a total
stranger - and she really had no choice.
She nodded nervously as she looked at him again.
"Be
calm, Anna," he said as he laid his hand on her knee. "As I say, do as you are told, and you
will come to no harm. If you are harmed,
the price will be paid."
The car
travelled along dark roads and through a forest, before Anna saw a castle
appear on the horizon, surrounded by a huge wall. She stared at it as they approached a set of gates, which
opened inwards as they drove through and up a torch lined avenue.
As it came to
a stop at a set of stone steps, Anna could see the doors open at the top, and a
butler come out, walking slowly down the steps.
“Amdfmasd,” she said as she watched the young man exit the
car, and then open her door.
"Welcome,
Mrs Roy - you are expected," the butler said as he helped her out "If
you will come with me?" Anna nodded
as the young man bowed.
"Here I
leave you - enjoy your stay, Mrs Roy."
"One
moment, sir - my master requires a slight adjustment to Mrs Roy. He wishes her to be more - exposed, and requires
you to make the adjustment. I believe
the instructions were sent on.”
Anna looked
at the young man as he consulted his tablet.
“Ah yes - my deepest apologies to the client," he said as he
checked the tablet, and then turned to Anna.
"Forgive me," he said as he started to unbutton her blouse.
“Amdmfasmdfmasdfm,” she mumbled as she felt the cool air on
her chest, and then calmed down as he smiled at her. Walking behind her, he pulled her blouse
down, and then started to secure her elbows together with more rope, making
Anna call out “MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM” as her chest was forced out.
The man then
passed some rope around her waist and knotted it in front of her, before he
knelt behind her and said “open your legs please."
Anna did as
he asked, looking down as he reached between her legs, and then pulled the rope
up, and tying the ends to her wrists as her skirt was hiked up. As the rope pressed against her crotch, Anna
felt the specially placed knot pressing on her, and let out a loud
“MMMMMMMMMMM” at the feeling, and the fact her legs were almost totally
exposed.
"One
last thing," he said as he looked at the tablet, and then eased her bra
down and off her breasts, the cold air on her nipples making her moan “amdfmasdfmasdfm” at the sensations.
“Perfect,"
the butler said as he looked at her, and the young man said "Until
Thursday, Mrs Roy."
“Mnmnmnjhmnjh,” she said as she watched him leave, and the
butler said "this way, Mrs Roy," taking her by the arm as they climbed
the stone stairs to the doors. With each
step, the rope rubbed against her, and she felt sensations she had not
experienced for over a year now. By the
time they reached the top of the stairs, she was softly moaning “mmmmmmm” with each step.
“If you will
follow me," he said as they walked into a magnificent marble entrance hall. Anna nodded, moaning “mamadmfs… mamdfs…
mmm” with each step.
“This
way," he said as they started to climb a large staircase, with three sets
of stairs, each step making the knot rub more and more, so that as they reached
the top Anna was aroused, and moaning as she blushed.
The butler
smiled, and said “I trust you are all right, Mrs Roy?" She nodded, he face
flushed as he said “this way,” and walked her down a long corridor, her moans
getting louder and louder with each step.
We enter a bathroom,
and the butler said "Please stand still" as he started to run a bath
adding some bath salts, with an aroma she recognised.
The door
opened and a tall, grey haired man walked in.
"Good evening, your Excellency," the butler said as he bowed,
and Anna looked at Count Petr Kellner.
“Leave us,”
he said, and the butler bowed and left the room, closing the door behind him.
“Welcome,
Anna,” Petr said as he bowed as well, “I trust you
had a pleasant flight?”
“Hmmmmyysss,” Anna moaned, the moist rope now rubbing even
more against her clit.
“Good,” he
said as he
gently stroked his hand over her chest, and then squeezed her breasts, making
Anna moan even more as her knees slightly buckled. “You are aware of the terms? You do what I ask, when I ask, and then you
are returned home?”
“MMMMSSSS”
she moaned again, as she felt her nipples harden even more at his touch.
“Excellent –
I look forward to playing with you,” he said, and then he leaned forward,
gently kissing her chest as his hand pressed the rope against her clit and
rubbed. That was enough to make Anna
close her eyes and scream into her gag – After such a long time, she wanted a
release so bad…
“There now,” Petr said as he continued to rub the rope against her, “let
it all come out, all the tension, all the fear…”
“PLLSSLSSMMMKMMCCMMM”
she screamed, as he dropped to his knees and untied the crotch rope, and then
kissed her crotch, using his lips and tongue to being her to a rapid and
overpowering climax. She threw her head
back and screamed “YSSMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM” as the waves washed over
her.
“There,” Petr said as he stood up, and looked at Anna. “Was that not good?”
She nodded as
she slowly opened her eyes and looked at him, while he walked round and untied
her arms.
“You will
remove your clothing and gag, and cleanse yourself, body and mind,” he said as
he walked to the door, “a maid will come in due course and take you to your
room. You will remain there until I send
for you.”
Anna nodded
slowly as he left, closing the door behind himself. Reaching behind her head, she untied and
removed the scarf, and then the hose from her mouth, before she stripped and
lowered herself into the warm, aromatic water.
“Holy…” she
said to herself as she closed her eyes and relived the experience, and felt her
body warm and relax.
Sometime
later, there was a knock on the door and a maid appeared, carrying a towelling
rope.
“IF
you will come with me, M’am.”
Anna nodded
and stepped out of the bath, putting on the robe and stepping into a pair of
slippers before she was walked to a room – a very well furnished room with a
large bed.
“Please,
relax for now,” the maid said as Anna looked round, “I will return when you are
required.”