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  My breathing is getting deeper and more rapid. I’m so aroused. I’m blind-folded, naked, sprawled and bound to a table. Five beautiful women are all seducing me. I feel like my senses are firecrackers, snapping and sparking all of their own accord.

  I have no control and I love it…

  I can feel my juices flowing freely. My pussy is ablaze with a life all its own. I’m aching to be touched, caressed and pried open.

  I start to moan and hearing myself, I’m even more aroused. “Please… someone…”

  I feel the probing caress of a hand parting me and then blowing on my engorged clit. I squirm and apparently this displeases someone as I feel my ankles being bound to the other corners of the coffee table. Naked, spread eagle, my pussy is completely exposed, my wetness revealed for all to see.

  Thank goodness I shaved myself bare in the shower before dinner!

  Writhing a bit, pulling gently on my binds, the instinct to want to be free and unrestrained collides with my desire to submit and be subdued. Whatever free will I had walking into this room is now gone.

  When I first feel a tongue lick me, I pull my hips up and forward to meet the mouth that is exploring my pussy.

  God yes…

  Again, many hands caress, pet, tweak and rub me. Only this time, they’re all over my breasts, my ass, my groin and pussy. Overloaded, I begin to beg.

  “Please, please, please…” I beg softly.

  The agony of my pussy has a life all its own. She’s been denied human contact and pleasure for so very long. My last lover never returned the luscious favor of oral sex. He only took, never wanted to orally explore my pussy.

  One delicious mouth tends devotedly to my pussy and clit. Swirling, sucking, tormenting then probing inside. I begin to buck but am pushed down to stop moving.

  As my orgasm builds, I can feel the ever-so-slight tickle of tears on the corners of my eyes. This is exquisite. I’ve never experienced anything so delicious in all my life. I have no idea who is mouth-fucking my pussy and it doesn’t matter. I don’t know whose tongue or lips are sucking and tasting my swollen, aroused nipples. I have no idea who is sweetly tormenting my neck and ear with grazes of kisses.

  Truthfully, I don’t care any longer.

  They can all have me, any way they like.

  Feeling my will slip away. Disappear. Melt away.

  Surrender.

  Then, my orgasm is overtaking me. Pleasure is in every cell, and I’m in blissful agony. Unwillingly pulling against my restraints, my entire body reaching heavenward for my pussy’s oral pleaser. I’ve never had an orgasm such as this in my entire life. It leaves me near speechless.

  Gasping, I scream as I come. My limbs tremble and shake as my orgasm takes me over.

  “Wow.” I hear Amber say. I’m not sure why or how I know, but I believe it’s her that has just eaten me out.

  Fuck! Girl’s got skills…

  “My turn.” I hear Caitlin say. Before I know it, I hear the buzzing sound of a vibrator or vibrating tool. Only it sounds like a mammoth vibrator.

  Warm hands begin to caress, tease and please me again.

  “Have you ever experienced the pleasure of a Hitachi magic wand, Celeste?” Caitlin asked.

  A Hitachi what?!

  “No… what’s that?” I asked, a bit worried.

  Then I feel it. A large, dense vibrating head is placed against my pussy lips. The vibrating sensation is unlike anything I’ve felt or experienced. At first, Caitlin just gently massages my groin area, pussy lips and ignores my overly sensitive clitoris. She rubs it slowly around. Then up and down. She applies just a wee bit of pressure. A pleasing sensation unlike anything I’d ever felt before.

  “Oh. My. God.” I pant out, squirming with desire. This is beyond amazing. I’ve never, ever experienced anything so gloriously exquisite.

  How did I not know about this vibrating tool? What rock have I been living under?

  For what feels like forever, Caitlin torments and teases my pussy with the dense vibrating sensations. I’m straining against my restraints. My body arching agonizingly for release. For relief.

  “Give it to her, Caitlin. Make her come.” Carmen says, her soft, feminine voice sounds hungry. Eager to witness my pleasure.

  The vibrations immediately move to hover very near my clit. Applying a bit more pressure, my clit is in a frenzy of frantic stimulation I can barely comprehend.

  Holy mother of all that is holy and… OH. MY. GOD!!!!!!!

  Gasping, sucking in big breaths of air, my limbs feel like they’re going to break my bindings. Every part of me is twitching, my pussy is clinching and I’m so wet, I feel like I’ve been doused by a gallon of saline liquid.

  I don’t know my name anymore. It doesn’t matter. All that matters is my pussy, my clit and this amazing vibe-toy.

  The room erupts in mischievous giggles and remarks that I can’t clearly make out who is saying what. Nor do I care. I just want them to continue.

  “More…” I pant out.

  “More what?” Anna said.

  “More, please.” I responded, remembering my place.

  Again, the buzzing divinity is placed against my extremely over-stimulated pussy and hungry clitoris. I can’t believe I want more. These are orgasms of a lifetime. And I haven’t even been penetrated.

  And then, just like that. I felt the tip of a dildo being eased into my overly wet vagina. It’s large too and being eased into me slowly.

  I grunt at the penetrative invasion of my pussy. “Yes…” I manage to whimper out. “Fuck me…”

  The dildo is plentiful in length and girth. I crave every centimeter of me that it pries open, exploring and invading my tight snatch. Then, it’s being plunged in and out of me rhythmically.

  I’m beyond an animal state. I don’t care what they do to me. I’ll take it. Anything they can throw at me, I want now. I want it all.

  Reveling in the sensation. My legs spread open, blindfolded, bound at my ankles. Bare as the day I was born. Hands all over, mouths suckling my tits, fingers tweaking, pinching or tormenting and tongues licking me everywhere. Covered in sweat from ecstasy, surrounded by beautiful women and being fucked with a large dildo and a vibrating monster of a toy tormenting my clit.

  Fuck.

  I never want to leave Cardiff Manor.

  Ever.

  My new home.

  ~ ~ ~ ~

  The trans-Atlantic flight was long, but the entertainment which Sebastian Earl was enjoying currently kept his spirits up, his member hard and time was flying by most conveniently.

  On his computer screen, the new maid of Cardiff Manor was nude, spread-eagle, blindfolded and bound on a coffee table in one of the dens. His girls were treating her to a wonderful welcoming party and a proper introduction to their pleasure-filled and frolicking ways.

  She was more homely and simpler than the usual exotic beauties he hired, but she had a spark of something in her that intrigued him further.

  The way she was submitting. A novice, but she just fell right into it. A natural. An eager natural at that. A true pleaser.

  He admired her slender curves, naked limbs, and the look of ecstasy on her face. Her long, brown hair was spread out across the table-top.

  Pink, he thought to himself. Her thong and accents color will be pink.

  Earl hadn’t had a ‘pink’ in his maid collection for a couple years. It was time. It was time to indulge in a boundary-breaker. A true submissive feminine.

  “Celeste.” Earl said out loud to no one but himself in the privacy of his family’s jet. He peered at the time. Halfway there.

  It would be best if he got some rest before he landed. His Mother, the matron of the Cardiff family and estate was dying after-all. He would need to be in tip-top shape. It was time. It was time for him to take the position at the head of the family crest.

  Time to be the Master and Lord of the estate his Mother had groomed him to become,
for the entirety of his life.

  ~ ~ ~ ~

  Touching down, the runway created a bit of lurch on the Cardiff family’s private jet, which stirred Sebastian Earl awake. Rousing himself as the plane rolled to a gentle trot, he peeked out the window and sighed.

  More drizzle, as usual. It was one of the reasons why he’d left the country to begin with, to get away from the near-constant grey, wet, rainy weather.

  The vintage Bentley was waiting, his Mother’s aging driver standing dutifully by, awaiting his Lord and Master.

  Sebastian groaned inwardly.

  So much pomp and circumstance, roiled from traditions made tedious with time and practically nonsensical. He was a much more modern man than his family could ever appreciate. Hence the advantage of having an ocean between them and a life lived on an entirely different continent altogether.

  At the time he’d never known how much of a god-send it was that his Father’s sister, his Aunt Ruth, shared his eccentric ways and preference for the more modern world. It was she who’d fled the British Isles for the States thirty years earlier. When Earl needed a place to escape his own rigid up-bringing, it was Aunt Ruth who’d opened her doors to him and invited him to come live with her. When she passed, having no children of her own – Earl remained at her estate in New England. She’d made the arrangement with his late Father, unbeknownst to him. A gesture that had surprised him. One that he’d been incredibly grateful for.

  Instead of attending Cambridge as his family preferred, he’d chosen Harvard and started a new life in the States. He never looked back. Other than visiting two or three times a year, he’d kept that distance between his family and himself – figuratively and literally, with an ocean between them.

  Naturally, living amongst Aunt Ruth and her servants had made him privy to just how eccentric her life was. She wasn’t passive or subservient like many women. Unmarried by choice, highly educated and a stone-cold beauty in her own right. She wasn’t a warm, bubbly, Marilyn Monroe type. No, she was the tall, slender, and stoic icon of calm, poised, feminine strength and will. A true Mistress. A Venus in Furs type…

  She was regal, strong, and had many interesting proclivities. One of which included male servants in barely-there attire, with collars and the evidence of lashings on their exposed bottoms.

  Earl remembered the first time he’d witnessed his Aunt delivering punishment to a willing servant. He was eighteen, it was the summer before he started Harvard and he’d only been in her Manor for a couple of weeks. She had a near-ecstatic, but firm expression on her face. The, then perceived, unfortunate butler was bent over the arm-end of a sofa and taking the lashing in stride.

  Hiding behind the heavy brocade curtain, in which he’d taken quick refuge when the two had entered the quiet and private reading room, Earl had placed a hand over his mouth so that he could keep from gasping as he witnessed her administer the punishment. Hoping he hadn’t been detected, he’d felt many things – all conflicting.

  Initially, confused – Earl had been dumb-struck and muted in complete silence. He was startled to find himself aroused as the lashing session continued. His own erection creating discomfort in his trousers. He wasn’t aroused by his Aunt specifically, per se, although he couldn’t help but notice her strict type of beauty. She was certainly an attractive woman. Granted, much of his life had been spent with an ocean between him, so the correlation of a relative in his midst didn’t weigh heavy upon his intelligent mind.

  The distance between them was so effortless and natural from sheer circumstance and geography. She was the exotic, eccentric, peculiar relative in the family that all talked about in hush-hush voices, hardly ever involving him in the conversation. Certainly, none had ever allowed him to be privy to manners such as this behavior.

  Rather, he was aroused to witness and hear one of his secret fantasies being administered. He’d always wondered about why adults would role-play this way sexually, and do such things to one another.

  It wasn’t until his Aunt Ruth dismissed the servant that she called him out.

  “Earl, you can come out now.” She said, her dark eyes flashing in amused satisfaction.

  When Earl stepped forth, he was both utterly self-conscious of his own aroused state and mortified that she’d known he was there. Speechless, all he could do was make a gesture and then sit down on a nearby opulent chair, waiting for what he hoped, would be an explanation.

  And explain, she did. He remembered her first words as if she’d spoken them yesterday. “If you’re old enough to be aroused by it, you’re old enough to have it explained to you.”

  Over the next few months, Earl’s innocence slipped away under Aunt Ruth’s watchful tutelage. Managing to maintain a comfortable distance, while grooming him from afar with a handler she’d hired, having anticipated the need in advance, he was shown the ways of kink, BDSM & role—playing.

  Grateful that she’d figured out how to introduce him to the cultivated and sophisticated ways of adult relating without marring their own familial relationship, he’d quickly found his own way into the sexually taboo arena of Domination, submission and kink.

  In time, as the two lived together – the estate had been split so that they could comfortably co-exist without any moral compromise. Aunt Ruth gave Earl the East wing of the estate and he eventually established and cultivated his own form of eccentric adult-play.

  There were advantages and disadvantages to such a lifestyle, granted. Nonetheless, Earl knew how to best enjoy one of the most amazing aspects of being human – his sexuality. What his Aunt had managed to share with him was the very defining lines of passion, lust, eroticism and love.

  The latter being brought down to something that he viewed far more realistically than his peers and counterparts. Earl had felt devotion, admiration, tenderness, possessiveness, and lust for many women. He had yet felt the tender stirring of love. The desire to love or be loved having not yet been experienced.

  It wasn’t to say that he didn’t want the experience.

  No, just that he was patient. Patient enough to wait. He’d already resolved himself that if it happened this year or in his forties or in his sixties, he would wait. Unlike most who craved the experience of love like they needed oxygen, Earl didn’t feel compelled that it be a priority. His resolve was reinforced every time he noted how often his friends complained about their relationships, short-term and long-term.

  He heard about game after game after game from his peers.

  It was simply that it was preferred and easier for him to secure sexual intimacy in other ways. And so he did.

  Settling into the Bentley, he found himself wondering how his new maid was doing at the Manor. He checked his tablet and accessed his surveillance account. Sure enough, Celeste was asleep. Sprawled across her bed, a blanket barely covering her. He admired her serene, sweet face. A simple and pleasing beauty. Some might think her a bit plain even.

  Earl saw something else altogether.

  Uncomplicated.

  It was what he liked most about her, so far. She didn’t seem to have the need for drama that many women had. Each of them believing themselves princesses.

  He preferred a humbler type of woman. One who was intrinsically non-fussy, uncomplicated and true to herself. A fresh and natural beauty. Something rare, as it turned out.

  Earl observed her sleeping for a while before minimizing the window to tend to business. Although he would never have needed to work a day of his life, he preferred to put his talents towards productive endeavors – a large portion of which went towards philanthropic and charitable endeavors. Most of which were done under the cover of his organization and that allowed him the privacy he needed. He hated unwanted attention or speculation. It was crucial that the world really never know who he was.

  Reading email, he occasionally looked up to observe the passing scenery of his homeland. His heart was heavy with the realization that he was arriving home to tend to his Mothe
r’s soon-to-be passing.

  It had been a long-time coming. He hoped, for her sake, it wouldn’t be much longer. Despite their differences, he never wished to see her in pain. The sooner that death put an end to her suffering, the better.

  ~ ~ ~ ~

  Waking that morning was both wonderful and entirely embarrassing. Lying there, the sun peering through the curtain and blinds, I found myself chuckling out loud, in self-amusement as I thought about the events from the night earlier.

  The things I’d done?!

  The things I’d allowed to be done to me?!

  That amazing vibrator?!

  It was one of those moments when you can’t believe what you did or have done or who you’ve done it with… It’s so outside your normal perimeter and behavior. Your only hope is that everyone else was as stupid drunk as you were, that way – the chance of all the details being remembered are nothing but a fuzzy memory for all involved.

  I needed coffee.

  I reached for a pink robe that was conveniently draped across the ottoman at the end of my bed. Now that I knew where the kitchen was and how to get there in this mansion of a home, I made my way into the chilly morning air of the hallway.

  The Manor was quiet and I was grateful for this. The closer I got to the kitchen, the more noises I heard indicating that I wasn’t the only one awake. Entering the warm kitchen that smelled like good food being cooked, I saw Lupita working over the stove preparing herself breakfast.

  “Good morning Lupita.” I said gingerly as I reached for the brewed coffee pitcher. “May I?” I asked politely.

  “Of course! Good morning Celeste. My, aren’t you an early bird. I thought for certain you’d be out for at least a couple more hours. The rest of the girls have yet to stir.” Lupita chatted away, focusing on her cooking.

  “New surroundings,” I murmured while doctoring my coffee with a healthy amount of cream and a bit of sugar. “I tend to always rise early the first day I’m somewhere new. Unfamiliar surroundings.”