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COMING OF AGE-1
“The unwanted journey to dominance”
Chapter Fifteen London, England
Margarete picked up the phone receiver, “yes Sir, I be right there.” Margarete hung up the phone. Margarete went to Phillip’s office. “Yes Sir, you wished to see me.” “Close the door Margarete,” he motioned her over. Phillip whispered to Margarete,” do not let on to Treasure, I want you to pack my bags and Treasure’s. I am going to surprise her with a trip to London; we are going to the Rubber Ball.” “Oh Mister Phillip she will love it, when will you be going.” “We will leave next Wednesday morning, we have a direct flight to London, and Margarete pack my toy bag, you know the travel one.” “Yes Sir.” “Oh, Missy will have such fun, her first Masquerade Ball.” Margarete thought.
Margarete would pack a little every day, when she cleaned the bedroom by Tuesday night she had packed everything except a few toiletries, which she could pack in two minutes. The bags were ready to go they sat waiting in the closet, all Margarete needed to do was carry them down the stairs, and Treasure was totally unaware of anything out of the ordinary.
Tuesday night at dinner Phillip told Treasure they were going to London in the morning, Phillip liked to watch Treasure, she would become just frightful, and “Oh what will I do? What will I pack? I have so much to do; I can’t be ready by tomorrow.” Phillip would let her fret. Then he would tell her Margarete had packed for her. Anything else she needed she would get in London. They were staying ten days,
Treasure glared at Margarete, “why didn’t you tell me.”
“I told her not too Treasure,” Phillip said.
“Yes Sir,” Treasure said.
Margarete had the luggage downstairs; she finished packing for Phillip and Treasure. Phillip had taken the passports out of the safe, he had his travel cards, and he had Treasure ID and passport. They were ready except Treasure, where was that woman. Treasure had tried on, nine dressed, seven skirts, six blouses, twenty-three different pair of shoes, several jackets. Phillip walked into the room; he was dressed in casual pants and a loose cotton shirt. “Girl Stop! Stand still!” Treasure froze; Phillip went to the dresser pulled out her favorite jeans, the faded ones with a little hole in the knee. A neat looking sweatshirt he brought her from Rio, he pulled out her sports bra and went to her, he popped her bra off handed her the sports bra, he stood there, “put it on! We are flying to London; we are not going to the White House.”
“Yes Sir, she said. He went back to the dresser rummaged thought the drawer, “Oh here they are come here.” He pulled a pair of white cotton panties from the drawer. “These too.”
“Oh Sir,” Phillip reached down took hold of her thong, snatched it off with a jerk. “Oh Sir.” He squeezed her labia,”
“Mmmm” she cooed.
“I don’t’ want it chafed, and I don’t’ want you squirming around all the way to London.”
“Yes Sir.” Treasure pulled on her granny panties as she called them then her jeans and sweatshirt. “Sir, may I wear my boots.”
“Yes baby, you may, now let’s go,” he said, handing her, her collar.
“Sir, the limo is here, I had him put the luggage in, and he is waiting.”
“Thank you Margarete,” Margarete kissed Treasure good-bye, and handed her, her purse. Phillip and Treasure walked out the door arm in arm.
Phillip and Treasure arrived at the airport. They made their way to ticketing through security and down to the gate, they stopped at the food court for coffee and a brioche.
Phillip and Treasure headed to the departure gate. The Virgin 767 boarded on time, Phillip and Treasure sat in the first class section, Treasure sat by the window, and Phillip was on the aisle. The plane taxied to the run up area, then to the runway. The 767 roared to life. The take off role began slowly, and then accelerated. Treasure felt the acceleration push her into her seat, the plane began to vibrate, the noised grew louder, and louder, the nose of the plane lifted slowly, the vibrations tapered off, there was a clunk as the gear rose. The whine of the retracting flaps subsided. The plane was quiet, the only sound was the hum of the engines; the pilot spoke to the crew and passengers. They would be in London in eight hours with the time change it would be 1:15 GMT.
Phillip; laid back in his seat, Treasure looked out the window and watched the ground disappear. Treasure could see the greenish blue hue of the water in the gulf. She sat back in her seat, she looked at Phillip, he closed his eyes, but she could tell he wasn’t asleep.
The stewardess came took drink orders, Treasure had a glass of white wine. Phillip had a scotch neat. Treasure drank hers rather quickly; the stewardess brought her another and began a conversation with Treasure, the stewardess name was Sally, she was from Leeds. Phillip leaned forward and told Treasure to trade seats with him, he was going to rest. Phillip knew Treasure, he knew she would fidget and squirm, the whole flight. They traded places, he went to sleep by, the time the flight was over Treasure, Sally would be the best of friends, and they would know about everything about each other. Phillip woke, three times during the flight, once for dinner, twice for snacks.
The flight was smooth, the weather was clear a tail wind pushed them along they made good time. They landed twenty minutes early. By the time, they cleared customs it was three a.m.
A limo took them to the Hotel Continental. They checked in to the Prince Albert Suite, a suite of four rooms and the top floor. Treasure was thrilled, she rambled around every room, looked out every window, stepped; out on the balcony in the misty chilly English air. She watched London sleep. Phillip said bedtime, Treasure; “yes Sir,” Treasure went into the bedroom, the bed had been turned down earlier in the evening.
Phillip said, “We will play tomorrow night.”
“Yes Sir.”
Early the next morning Phillip and Treasure went to breakfast. Treasure looked around, she was fascinated with everything, the dining room at the Hotel Continental was a rated five stars. Treasure could not believe the items on the menu, they were so… Treasure could not think of how you would describe them.
After breakfast, Treasure and Phillip went shopping, they went to the shops at Piccadilly, and Soho, they went to his Kings Road tailor who fitted Phillip he would have several suits made; when they were finished Phillip would fly back for the final fitting.
Treasure went to “Dior and then to Channel, she picked out several dresses and Tailored suits. Phillip also picked out several dresses and tailored suits for her. They had lunch at an out of the way place, Treasure and Phillip had classic English fish and chips.
That night at the hotel, Phillip and Treasure dined in the main salon. They ordered a chateaubriand, pommes point neuf, Caesar salad, and Cherries Jubilee for desert. Phillip had a double scotch neat; Treasure had a light wine spritzer at dinner Phillip told Treasure about the rubber ball at the Palladium Ballroom. He told her about the ball, the premier BDSM event in the World. He told her he was going as the grand inquisitor Torquemada, and Treasure would be an angel.
Phillip said he wold make her costume at the ball he had rented a space for them to change. Phillip did not go into very much detail about her costume. The ball started at noon on Friday, but the main event was on Saturday about midnight. They would go Fridays and check things out, she would wear a very reveling gown, and she would wear her dress collar with her silver and gold lead.
COMING OF AGE
“The unwanted journey to dominance”
Chapter Sixteen prelude to Rubberball
Phillip pushed the button for the elevator, once inside Phillip pushed Treasure against the wall, he reached between her legs grasped her lips, Phillip lifted her and rolled her lips between his thumb and fingers, he squeezed harder as the elevator neared the top floor. The elevator, door opened, Phillip let go of Treasures skirt, dropped slightly, it still rose in the front revealing her glistening lips.
Phillip gave her the key to the room, Treasure opened the door Phillip went in first, Treasure walked in behind him, she closed the door, the door man had brought all their packages to the from, she move d several then took off her clothes.
Phillip was seated in the main room of the suite, Treasure approached him, knelt, then crawled on all fours the last three feet, and she leaned down kissed his foot. Master I am here to serve you.” Rise girl prepare a cigar for me and a scotch.
Treasure found the package with the cigars, Phillip bought an Kings Road, Treasure opened the box pulled the ribbon and freed the 1st cigar, she then went to the door opened the bottle of Glean Kerry 50 year old scotch, poured three fingers in a glass,
Treasure carried the scotch to Phillip, “’Thank you,” he said. Treasure prepared Phillip’s Cuban cigar. Treasure turned her back to Phillip, she bent at the waist, Phillip took the cigar from her he inserted it three inches into her pussy, Phillip patted her on her ass, Treasure stood holding the cigar in her she crossed the room picked up his lighter and cutters. Treasure returned to Phillips’ side, she finished her count to 100, then she pulled the cigar out of her pussy, she clipped the end then lit the lighter holding the lighter under the unclipped end; she rolled the cigar in her fingers allowing the flame to char it. Then Treasure put the cigar to her lips, drew in the cigar smoke, and began smoking it. The end glowed red, Treasure handed the cigar to Phillip; “hmmm, I don’t know what taste better to me the cigar or you. There is no better taste than a good girl and a good cigar. Thank you, Treasure.”
“You’re welcome Master,” Treasure said
“Kneel girl and pleasure me.”
Treasure knelt before Phillip, it only took a few moments for Treasure’s dexterous and skilled fingers loosened his belt unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers and then free his cock from his boxers. Treasure slowly licked his crown, his shaft, her lips closed around his shaft taking all of his cock deep into her mouth and throat. Phillip drank his scotch, Treasure drank of him, Phillip slowly smoked his cigar, and Treasure slowly sucked him. Phillip moaned Treasure massaged his balls with her mouth. Treasure took him into her mouth, she felt his body spasm, Treasure swallowed his seed, and she continued to milk him of every drop. Phillip had finished his scotch, and his cigar. Moreover, Treasure had finished him for a while. Treasure went to the bathroom, and ran a bath for him. When she had filled the tub, Treasure woke Phillip; she undressed him, and bathed him. Phillip had not adjusted to the time change, so Treasure put him in bed sucked him hard, mounted him and rode him until they both orgasmed.
Treasure rolled off Phillip, she cleaned him then she lay next to him on her back, her legs spread, she snuggled close, he rolled over. She cupped his cock and balls in her hand, his hand lay across her chest cupping her breast.
Treasure, called down to room service, they had what was called the American breakfast, two eggs, potatoes, sausage, toast, orange juice and coffee. She ordered for three just in case Phillip was hungry, but Treasure was very hungry when the food arrived Treasure woke Phillip, she served him his coffee and his wake up head.
Today was Friday, tonight was the opening of the Rubberball. Treasure wondered all day what she was going to wear. Phillip would not even give her a hint of what she was going to wear except what little he had told her last night a very sexy dress and a collar and lead. Treasure asked Phillip if she could go down to the beauty parlor Phillip told her to go. He has nothing planned for them to do; however, he had some business calls to make. Treasure called the parlor, she hung up, she looked at Phillip, and they say they are booked.
Phillip motioned for the phone, Treasure handed it to him, he called the operator, and he placed a local call. “Hello Phillip Dubois from New Orleans calling for Sir Peter Harcourt, yes I will wait, Peter, Phillip here, how are you, that is a great I am doing well, Oh yes, we are here for the ball, that is why I am calling, yes at the Continental, Oh yes! Will be here for a week or ten days. I had planned on calling you today, Small problem have cropped up; my Treasure can’t get an appointment at the salon downstairs, Yes, Please call me back, yes, yes we will talk later, oh yes! Tomorrow night for sure, yes Peter. Thank you. About a half hour later, the phone rang. “Mister Dubois, this is George from Sassoon’s, Sir Peter said I should call you, I understand you need an appointment,”
“Yes she does,” Phillip, said, “A car will be at the Continental in thirty minutes, our driver will call for her there, oh yes. Mister Dubois a pleasure, yes anytime. Cheerio Mister Dubois,”
“Good bye George.”
Treasure get dressed, Sassoon’s will be here to get you in thirty minutes, go casual you might be all day,”
“Yes Master, will you be ok?”
“Oh, yes! Treasure I will get some work done, while you’re playing.”
Treasure hurried off she returned shortly in slacks, shirt and jacket, and her sneakers. The doorbell rang, Treasure opened it, Ms. Dubois, the chauffeur said, I am from Sassoon’s are you ready, ma’am, and “yes one minute please.” As you wish ma’am, “Good bye Phillip see you soon,” Treasure gave him a huge kiss.
“Bye Baby,” he said.
Treasure went to Sassoon’s you would have thought she was a queen in a way, though she didn’t know it. She was royalty; Sir Peter was the Queens third cousin a very rich and powerful member of the House of Lords. Treasure had her hair, washed, trimmed toned, she had a manicure, a pedicure and a Brazilian wax, they waxed Treasure from her neck to her toes, both on the front side and back, everywhere in between she had her eyebrows plucked and shaped. It was close to teatime when the chauffer drove her back to the Continental, she felt invigorated after she was waxed she was massaged and creamed. Sassoon’s had Treasure signed the slip, they would bill the Continental.
Treasure opened the door to the suite; Phillip sat in the chair at the desk working. Phillip looked up, “Wow! You are beautiful,” he said.”
“Thank you master,” she said.
“Your dress for this evening is hanging over there.”
Treasure ran to it she picked it up opened the protective sleeve it was in the dress was sheer silver silk, she put her hand inside, she could see her hand through the dress, it was somewhere between transparent and translucent, almost opalescent. It was simple, and classic, and it was the most beautiful dress she had ever seen.
“It is so beautiful,” the dress would reveal, Treasure’s beautiful body, it would leave little to the imagination, it was revealing enough, to drive any man or woman, into a fit of lust of jealousy. The tag said, Dior – London. “Oh master it is so beautiful,”
“The cloak is there,”
“Oh my god,” She cried. She held the floor length Silver Fox coat, it was beyond words to describe it, and she hung it back on a rack beside Phillip’s tux.
Phillip told Treasure they would leave about 10:30 to 11 that evening. Treasure smiled, “Master may I take a short nap please.”
Phillip said, “That is not a bad idea. I could use a little relaxation.” Treasure was pulling off her clothes on the way to the bedroom; she waited for Phillip then undressed him. “We will have a late dinner then off to the ball.”
“Yes Sir.”
Treasure gave Phillip a massage before they took their nap, Treasure curled up close to Phillip. Phillip sniffed Treasure’s hair, she smelled so good, he stroked her skin, and it was soft to the touch and so smooth. Phillip snuggled closer to her; he pulled her tight his face was in her hair. Phillip slept.
Treasure woke Phillip room service had delivered dinner. Treasure and Phillip had a leisurely dinner. After dinner, we will dress for the ball. Treasure finished her dinner first, she went to the bathroom where she put on her makeup, her perfume, and she combed, and brushed her hair. Treasure slipped her dress on, she pulled it over her head it slid down her body. The dress covered her body like a mist; the dress showed everything on her body and yet, showed nothing. Treasure walked over to Phillip, the dress followed and accentuated every curve of her body.
Treasure’s red hair was cascading off her shoulders, spilling over her breast. The dark color of her areola was barely noticeable, softened by the color of her dress and her nipples now drew the focus to her breast. The dress was tight against her belly, her navel only visible as a shadow. The dress cinched at the waist, flowing out at her hips, her pudendum was clearly defined the dress slowly tapered down her legs, the light shown through the sensuous space between her legs, showing just a hint of her cleft. Treasure completed a sweeping turn; the back of her dress a deep sweeping vee to her waist, a think strap crossed the vee around the center. The vee terminated at her waist, her firm round buttocks; and her shadowy cleft was a delight to the eye.
Treasure asked Phillip to fasten her collar, then the gold and silver leash that hung down to her mound. Phillip was dressed in his black tie and tails. He helped, Treasure with her coat. Phillip pulled his black cashmere top coat on, picked up his walking stick, and offered Treasure his arm. Together they strolled to the elevator, when they emerged and strolled through the lobby. All traffic stopped everyone turned to watch Phillip and Treasure descend the grand staircase to the lobby. The doorman called up their names and opened the door; he bowed slightly and tipped his hat. Good evening Mister Dubois, Ms. Richard. Phillip touched his stick to his hat and nodded. The doorman opened the limo door. Treasure got in the Limo followed by Phillip the doorman closed the door and tapped the hood twice, the limo pulled away from the hotel. The Chauffeur said ten minutes, to the Palladium. Phillip said, “VIP entrance,” “Yes, governor.”
At the Palladium, the people were ten deep out front waiting to enter, the limo pulled to the side door where four bouncers and two doormen stood. The doorman opened the limo door. Phillip handed the doorman his pass, the bodyguard checked the list and nodded. The doorman offered his hand; Phillip emerged from the limo followed by Treasure. Treasure’s leg came out first, her dress riding up past her knee, her arm covered in silver for then her red hair. She stood, you would have thought, these men had never seen a woman; they had never seen a woman as beautiful as vibrant, as sexy as Treasure.
COMING OF AGE
“The unwanted journey to dominance”
Chapter Seventeen the Rubberball
They were in costumes from leather to rubber to PVC to paint on latex costumes. The costumes they were wearing were very original and some were quite beautiful. Phillip told Treasure that tomorrow night would be the contest for costumes he said. There are about a dozen or so Categories. I will put you in costume, tomorrow night he said.
As Treasure walked across the floor, she looked at some of the costumes they wore. Treasure spotted a slave he was about six foot, his head covered a black hood, his brown eyes the only visible part of his head, around his neck was a wide black collar locked in the front with a lead hanging from the collar; his muscular torso had what looked like suspenders, crossed the front and back and locked to his black leather chaps; that were locked around his waist and legs; there was a small chain that was hooked between his nipples and from the center of the chair, another chair dropped to and disappeared into his leather jock strap, on the other end of the lead was his Mistress; a tiny little woman barely 5 foot tall. She wore a skintight leather body suit with thigh high black patent leather boots with four-inch heels. The woman smiled at Treasure, then jerked the lead, “Come on. What are you looking at boy?” She snarled.
Treasure saw leather men and boys, slaves, dominants, Masters, sub missives all in full costumes, some slaves and sub missives were naked, their bodies painted with latex paints, others were decorated with body piercings, every conceivable part of the body from their head to their toes; one slave had her labia pierced with rings, she was laced up like a shoe with a pretty red bow in the front on her mound. Treasure could feel the ring; she had in the hood over her vulva. She remembered when Phillip had pierced her.
Phillip and Treasure climbed the six steps to the VIP platform, they were let in by security, Phillip introduced Treasure; to thirty or forty people he knew, he introduced her to Sir Peter and his slaves; Treasure looked up at Sir Peter, he was well over 6 feet 6 inches tall; a giant of a man, he had bushy flame red hair, beard and moustache, his hands were huge, he wore his traditional Kilt, and tartan colors, his two slaves wore a kilt, slippers and a sash across their chest over the shoulder and down the back, their kilts barely covered their crotch. Both slaves had hair as red as Treasures and they were at least 6’3” in heels; they were beautiful. Sir Peter looked at Treasure then at Phillip. “10,000 pounds for the lass, Phillip, “Sir Peter said.” “No thanks, Sir Peter. She is my Treasure and mine alone.”
“Then I will make it 100,000 pounds sterling.”
Phillip laughed, “Not for 100 thousand, nor one million, nor 100 million, this one’s value is, priceless.” The giant Scot roared in laughter then leaned over and whispered in Phillip’s ear, “those two reds over there would skin me alive; there is not enough of me to go around now,” they say.
“I wouldn’t worry too much my old friend, if they ever let the gas out of you, there wouldn’t be enough to bury.” Phillip said,
Sir Peter roared with laughter, “Jolly good one, Phillip, jolly good. Treasure this is Beth short for Elizabeth and this creature here is Mary. Phillip says you are his Treasure, these Lasses are my Queens and I their King.” Peter grabbed his girls, squeezed them with a hug, he patted their asses, “go lass take this Treasure, find us some drinks and a good cigars.” Phillip nodded; the three walked away from them from the back all three looked like triplets with Treasure’s hair being deeper richer red.
“You my old friend area a very lucky man, a slave like my Treasure is a once in a life time find, and you with twins how did you come by them?”
“That is a very long story, Phillip, one day when we have the time; I will share it with you.”
Treasure and the Lasses returned with drinks and cigars, Treasure lit Phillip’s cigar for him, Sir Peter lit his own, the twins and Treasure talked, Sir Peter, and Phillip reminisced about old times. They talked, drank, smoked, and watched the crowd until well past midnight.
“Let’s go back to the hotel, the poor lasses look like they could relax some.” Sir Peter said. “Yes orgasms will relax anyone.”
“Exactly my thoughts,” Phillip said. “I will call the Limo,” Phillip said.
“No, mine is around the corner, it will be here by the time we get to the door.” Sir Peter pushed the button on his phone. “Shall we, Ok, me Lasses, come,” Sir Peter boomed,
Sir Peter and Phillip cleared the path. Treasure, Beth, and Mary followed. Phillip and Treasure got their coats. Sir Peter and the girls were at the door. Waiting outside was a silver Rolls Royce, the chauffeur was standing beside the open door. Phillip and Sir Peter got in, followed by the trio of red heads. “The Continental,” Sir Peter said; his chauffeur nodded. It was then the twins slipped on their coats.
Phillip and Sir Peter sat in the back seat, the trio of red heads sat facing them. The twins opened their coats and spread their legs; Treasure pulled her dress up past her knees and opened her legs to Phillips and Sir Peters view.
The Rolls pulled up in front of the Continental, the doorman stepped down to open the door. Sir Peter said to his chauffeur, “Clarice, I won’t need you any more tonight.” “Yes Sir, thank you Sir, good night Sir.” Thank you Clarice,” Peter said.
Phillip and Sir Peter stepped out of the Rolls followed by the twins and Treasure. Even at 2:30 in the morning, the hotel lobby became silent and heads turned to watch then pass.
Phillip opened the door to the suite. Beth and Mary dropped their coats on a chair. “Lasses,” Sir Peter said. He waved his hand; the twins took off the sash and the kilts. Treasure hung her coat, looked toward Phillip, he nodded, Treasure pulled the straps off her shoulders and slid her dress down her body; when it cleared her hips, she let it fall and stepped out of it. Treasure went to the bar fixed Phillip and Peter a scotch. Treasure put the clipped end of the Havana Churchill in her wet pussy, she turned the cigar around and made sure it was wet; Treasure put the cigar in her mouth and lit it. Treasure took the scotches and the cigar to Phillip and Peter. Peter took the scotch and the cigar, “but Sir,” Phillip cut Treasure off, thank you Treasure, light me a cigar, “yes Sir.” Treasure said. Treasure returned to the bar, she fixed another cigar for Phillip.
“Damned fine cigar Phillip,” I have never tasted a Havana cigar like this before it has a delicate sweet taste.” Treasure turn around,” Phillip said, Treasure turned around, she was rolling the cigar in her pussy, “a Treasure flavored Havana Peter, “Phillip said.” Yes, I see that now, lasses, go watch, learn from her, his girls went to Treasure. Treasure showed them there wasn’t much to it; the girls all giggled, Treasure lit the cigar and took it to Phillip.
The Lasses went to Peter Treasure kneeled beside Phillip. Peter said, Beth, Mary entertain us. Phillip looked at Treasure,
Treasure laid the twins side by side on their backs she pushed their knees up and spread their legs. Treasure began fingering them, when they were wet enough she would add a finger and within a few minutes, Treasure was fisting them. Mary let out a primal scream, her body convulsed, her legs clamped together she rolled on her side, her body shook and shivered. Treasure pushed her hand into Mary’s pussy once more. Mary screamed again her body shook, she moaned, “Oh god Treasure, please stop,” Treasure smiled, pulled her fist out, and then drove her fist in her. Her fist coming out and going back in, the sound was a wet plopping sound. Mary’s pussy contracted pushing Treasure’s fist out of her, a flood of her juices washed from her. Mary grabbed the rug and pulled her body away.
Beth was holding it back as long as she could she had raised herself up on her hands her back was arched, her head bent forward she was watching Treasure’s fist dive into her pussy and pop out she began to moan and then with a blood curdling scream she orgasmed and collapsed on her back, her body went limp the only movement was her chest rising and falling with each labored breath.
Sir peter leaned forward he looked at his lasses then he made a fist and looked at it, Mary looked at him her eyes opened wide in pure fear, “Calm yourself lass, you’re here for my pleasure, not to be ruined.” Mary lay back on the floor, and sighed.
Treasure sat on her knees, looked at the girls, than at Phillip. Phillip nodded and looked at Peter. Phillip pointed to his crotch. Treasure crawled to Peter, kneeled between his legs. She pushed up his kilt, unleashed his cock from his jock for a giant of a man he was not as big as Phillip was, she lowered her head. Peter moaned in no time. Treasure had made him cum. Treasure rose, Peter’s cum in her mouth she crawled to Beth kissed her, Peter’s cum was now in Beth. Treasure pushed her toward Mary, Beth kissed Mary, and they all shared Peters cum. Treasure was even more aroused; she went to Phillip and pleasured him with her mouth. Treasure felt hands on her; she felt a head trying to force it between her legs. She raised her butt up, spread her legs, Mary was licking her, and Beth was fondling and caressing her breast. Treasure began to roll her hips. Phillip’s cock exploded in Treasure’s mouth. Phillip said, “Cum, Treasure, now!” Treasure came, her body rocked, convulsed, spasmed, she squirted on Mary. She finished sucking Phillip; she sat up, got off Mary’s face. She kissed Beth, and then Beth kissed Mary. Treasure said, “We are sisters now, we share the seed of our masters.” Sir Peter was asleep Phillip was close to it.
Treasure told Mary and Beth to help her get Sir Peter to the bedroom and then help her with Phillip. Treasure put her hand between her legs; she was still aroused and horny.
Treasure was up, she had ordered from room service, coffee, some Danish’s and fruit, it was close to 9:00 a.m. Sir Peter and Beth and Mary were sprawled out on one bed. She woke Beth. She was the closest to the edge of the bed. She whispered to Beth, come with me, Treasure took Beth out. She explained how she woke Phillip, she asked Beth to bring him the coffee while she woke him. Beth said, “Sure.” Treasure went back to the room, crawled under the covers, Phillip moaned, his eye slowly opened, he looked at Beth, then lifted the covers, he sighed, shook his head, good girl he said, he took the coffee from Beth. Phillip thanked her, when Beth turned around Phillip slapped her butt. Treasure fondled him a little hard, “ugh,” Phillip moaned. Treasure giggled, Phillip drank his coffee and woke up slowly, Treasure got up, held the robe for Phillip, she slipped it on him. Treasure followed Phillip to the main parlor. Beth was already there, Mary and Beth were eating fruit. Treasure put on her robe, she went into the antechamber and opened the door, she rolled in two carts; room service had delivered minutes before, she pushed one into the salon, then the other they were both American breakfast and English, all set up as a buffet. “Well done Lass, here, here,” Peter said, “girls feed me.” “Yes me Lord,” Mary said. Treasure fixed Phillip’s plate, over easy eggs, bacon, toast, and orange juice. Peter and the girls had scrambled eggs, bangers, muffins, kipper, and marmalade.
Phillip, Sir Peter left around noon, they said they would be back around eight, Peter told his girls to take Treasure go shopping, whatever they wanted they had a free day. Peter handed Beth a credit card, “thank you me Lord.” Beth said. “Sir, we only have our costumes what will we wear?” Mary asked. Clarice is coming to get us; she is bringing some jeans and stuff. ‘The bellboy brought up a valise, “Gentlemen your car is down stairs.” “Thank you boy,” Sir Peter said. Phillip handed him a 10-pound note. “Oh, thank you governor, thank you very much.” Sir Peter and Phillip walked out followed by the bellboy.
“Oh! let’s get ready ad go, “Mary said.,” Treasure looked at them both, “I am going to take a nap then we go, I want to be wide awake tonight at the ball and feel good., We can go shopping anytime can’t we.” Beth and Mary looked at each other than at Treasure, “as long as we all nap together.”
“Come with me,” Treasure said.
“To the apartment Clarice,” Peter said, “I am so tired I am about to pass out. Those two will be the death of me, but what a grand death it will be.”
“We could have stayed at the hotel, and told the girls to go shopping,” Phillip said. “What and let them know they wore us out never; my good Phillip, never!”
“You might be right,” Phillip said.
“Oh Clarice, I want you to stay so you can make us look like you could use some sleep too.”
“Yes Sir,” she said.
Phillip was shown the guest room; Sir Peter went to his room, Clarice lay down in the servant’s room, “Phillip, not a word to the girls, my friend not a word.” Phillip nodded, “Clarice, wake us up about seven this evening.”
“Yes Sir, thank you Sir.”
Treasure and the girls woke around 6:00, they dressed in jeans and went to dinner, the maitre d’ told them were not dressed appropriately, Treasure called him aside, whispered in his ear. “Pardon me ladies, of course your table is waiting, this way please.” The girls in jeans and sneakers walked pass gentlemen wearing tuxedos and women in their gowns, to their table.
“Treasure, what did you tell him?” Treasure whispered, “I told him we were the daughters of Sir Peter Harcourt.” The girls laughed, “Well it worked didn’t it.”
After dinner, the girls went up stairs, Phillip and Peter had come in, “how did you girls enjoy your shopping and what not.”
Treasure said, “Oh! We had the best relaxing time you could imagine,” “Well good for you.” Peter said, Beth said, “Master, how was your day.” Phillip said we got caught up on a lot of work.” There, there Peter said.” The girls giggled. “Would you are for a drink Master.” “Yes Treasure, “I would.”
“What time does the judging for costumes begin?” Phillip said, “eleven or eleven thirty, I believe, “said Peter.
“I will need around an hour to put Treasure in costume. We will leave within the hour.” Phillip said.
“Master, what shall I wear to the Palladium?”
“What you have on will be fine,” Phillip said.
“Yes Sir.”
“I will dress my Lasses there as well their costumes are in the boot.”
“Peter you can use the room we have, to dress your girls.”
“Right-O Phillip.”
Treasure, get my travel toy bag and we will get started. “Yes Sir.” Treasure came back rolling suitcase behind her she carried their coats with her, “I am ready Sir.”
“Let’s go, shall we,” Phillip said.
The Rolls stopped behind three other Limousines, slowly they crept forward until they were at the VIP door, Clarice opened the door for Sir Peter, and the rest. She also opened the boot; took out Phillip’s toy bag and the Lasses costumes. Sir Peter said to Clarice,” I won’t need you any more tonight.”
Security unlocked the lock on Phillips room, and then Phillip opened the door, Phillip; pulled out the stool put the toy bag on the counter. Treasure, fix your face, and then take off everything. Treasure fixed her face a little; powder, a little mascara, and lipstick, she was ready. Treasure took off her clothes, Phillip handed her a pair of white lace silk thongs, a pair of white silk hose with a white lace garter, white 4” spiked heels. Treasure adjusted everything, Phillip patted the stool, Treasure looked in the toy bad, and there were feathers, white feather, and a whole bundle of them. Phillip took out a box of 20 gauge 2” hypodermic needles and a hot glue gun, Phillip said, “Now I will transform you into my angel.”
Phillip took out and put on his latex gloves, he swabbed Treasure’s back with alcohol, and he laid out the feathers. Phillip, unwrapped a needle, hot-glued the feather into the end, and then pierced Treasure’s skin. Treasure felt the chill of the alcohol, the sting of the needle; she felt the needle as it was pushed just under the dermis about 1-1/4” then back out through the skin with another stinging sensation. Treasure would feel the sting twice for each of the 64 needles Phillip pierced her with.
The first needle was positioned vertically high on her shoulder with a 6-inch feather. Phillip would make a fan arraignment of 32 feathers each side of her back in a sweeping arc. The feathers were arranged from the top of her shoulder down to the waist it made Treasure look like she had wings. With the insertion of each needle the twin sting, Treasure became more and more aroused, when Phillip had finished, Treasure begged him to allow her to come. Phillip said, “Cum Treasure.” “Oh God! Thank you master, I love you.” Treasure stood. Phillip took the scissors and trimmed a few feathers, he pulled a halo from his bag, placed it on her head, adjusted her hair; she was ready. Sir Peter’s Lasses were ready; they were dressed in sheer red body stockings and red heels. Phillip dressed in his black tie and tails. They were ready; they left the dressing room, headed to the stage. Phillip and Treasure took their places. Beth and Mary stood slightly behind her and on either side the stage lighting backlit them with white light. Treasure stood akimbo her legs shoulder width apart, the curtain opened; the crowd of 2500 went silent, on stage back lit were three silhouettes, the feathers shown like wings, her stance was that of an angel with an attitude. Slowly the front lights were raised slowly the colors of Treasure became apparent, her dark red hair flooding over both shoulders cascading around her breast, her tanned skin against the white of her thong, her hose,
The two red silhouettes of Beth and Mary appeared behind her. They wore their red mask with the little horns on the top they were beautiful little devils. Phillip walked over took Treasure leash, Peter walked up behind Treasure, took the arms of his girls, Sir Peter was dressed as the devil himself. The spot light lit them up, they walked to the edge of the stage, and the Palladium erupted in thunderous applause. The crowd parted to allow them passage, as Treasure passed the people in the crowd, they turned to look at her, the crowd in front of her was still clapping, and the crowd behind her was eerily quiet. People craned their neck and head to see her pass. When Treasure was on the VIP platform, she turned to the crowd, she smile and curtsied to them, the crowd knew about pain, they knew about piercing, they knew the delicious pain she was feeling, the crowd spontaneously erupted again in applause. Treasure curtsied. She turned went to Phillip and assumed her place.
Treasure won first place and the Lasses won second place, around four a.m. Phillip took the needles out of her back. He cut the needles off the feathers and dropped them into the Sharps container, he gave the feathers to Treasure, people formed a line asking if they could have a feather. Treasure kept one feather for herself, she gave the others to people who lavished compliments, and feeling of affection and lust on her, she thanked each one. Treasure was truly the belle of the ball. As Phillip and Treasure were leaving the ball, they were given a standing ovation. Treasure had captured the hearts of all who saw heart the Rubber Ball.
For the next week, Treasure and the Lasses shopped during the day while Phillip and Sir Peter worked on business, at night they would go out on London town to the Casino’s and the clubs and restaurants. When Phillip and Treasure called it a night and slipped between the sheets, Treasure and Phillip would make love as thought it was the last time they would.
COMING OF AGE
“The unwanted journey to dominance”
Chapter Eighteen the Garden Party
“Good Morning Missy Treasure, Mister Phillip.”
“Good morning Margarete,” Treasure said.
“Mister Phillip, how long will you and Missy Treasure be away for the Garden Party?”
“Four days Margarete, have you forgotten your going with us?”
“Oh no Sir, I wanted to make sure dat dam peachy Cat had enough food.” We are leaving Thursday morning.”
“That’s right Margarete, bright and early.” Phillip said.
Margarete set Mister Phillip and Treasure’s coffee on the table, “breakfast will be ready in a jiffy.” She said. Margarete finished making breakfast and served them.
“That was good Margarete, now it is off to work for me.” Treasure, Margarete have a good day,” he said,
“Thank you master,” Treasure said.
“You have a good day too, Mister Phillip.”
Phillip kissed Treasure patted her butt and headed to work.
“Tell me more about this Garden Party Margarete.”
“Let me see Missy Treasure,” Margarete; poured Treasure another cup of coffee, then sat down, Margarete sipped her coffee. Margarete pulled a cheroot out of her apron pocket. She offered Treasure one. Treasure waved her hand and said, “No thanks,” Margarete lit up, then pursed her lips, and blew a cloud of blue-gray smoke up in the air.
“From what I remember, the garden parties have gone on for close to 140 years in one form or another. You see, Mister Phillip’s great – great – great granddaddy; Henri Dubois who started the bank was good friends’ with Mister Fitz, Fitzgerald. Mister Fitz had the plantation and was a very rich and powerful man; he brought some of his business to the bank.”
“Mister Henri was very worried about the coming war. You know that Civil War thing; well anyway, Mister Henri got almost all his money and converted it to gold. He convinced about a dozen other men to hide a quarter to a third of their money in gold out of the country. Mister Henri took damned near all of his money and sent it with his son Charlie to France, now Charlie was a very smart man Mister Phillip said he was a financial genius. He invested the money in England and France and stayed in Europe until the war was over. When Charlie went to Europe, he had about a half million in gold. Well Missy you know how the war ended. Mister Henri and Mister Fitz didn’t touch their money at all. The rest borrowed or cashed in theirs. When the war was over, Mister Charlie came back home with seven million dollars in gold, Mister Henri made four million and Mister Fitz had made 2.5 million. Mister Henri’s bank was the only bank that was operating during the war and after the war.”
“When those carpetbaggers came down, buying up everything, they could in the south. Mister Henri and Mister Fitz stopped ‘em cold here in Louisiana, there wasn't anything from Baton Rouge to New Orleans that Mister Henri and Mister Fitz didn’t own or held mortgages on; Mister Henri and Mister Fitz saved a lot of people from losing it all.”
“The Dubois and Fitzgerald’s have been close ever since. Now when Mister Charlie, got back from France, he spent a lot of time here in New Orleans and with Mister Fitz’s boy, Ian in Baton Rouge.”
“The summer after Mister Fitz died; Ian had the first garden party, for his friends. The only times I can think of that the Garden parties were not held with everybody off fighting were during the war years.”
Treasure and Margarete put together all they were going to take with them. Margarete had packed Phillip’s clothes. By Wednesday, everything was packed in the Suburban. Margarete had even pre-adjusted the seat, she knew from experience she would drive them to Baton Rouge.
Margarete finished up all the loose ends, put food, and water down for Peachy Cat to last him the weekend. They were all set to go, Margarete would drive, and Phillip would sit in the back seat with Treasure. Margarete turned out the last of the light. Margarete took off her dress, crawled into her bed. “Come on,” she said. Peachy Cat jumped up on her bed and sat down at her side. If anyone knew you were here with he you old Peach Cat, I would never hear the end of it.” She scratched Peachy, between the ears, he yawned, and laid down, he purred, Margarete turned the light off they both settled down to a good night’s sleep.
Margarete woke at 6:00 a.m.; she and Peachy Cat were in the kitchen making breakfast. At 6:30, she served Phillip and Treasure their breakfast and by 9:00, the Suburban was headed north to Baton Rouge. Margarete heard a moan from the back seat, she glanced to the mirror, and she saw Treasure’s head bobbing up and down in Phillip’s lap. Margarete shifted her eyes back to the road and wiggled in her seat; she pushed the accelerator down a little more. It was about noon when Margarete pulled off the paved road onto a two-lane gravel road, the sides of the road was lined with huge trees, their canopies covering the road, and it was as if the trees made the road into a tunnel. There were lush green fields as far as the eye could see on either side of the road. It took ten minutes for Margarete to drive up to the house.
Treasure saw the plantation house; she marveled at the sheer size and beauty, the house sat on a knoll elevating it slightly above the surrounding land. The mansion filled the windshield of the suburban. There were 12 massive stone columns, six on either side of the two dark green doors with the palladium window above it. The house was the largest privately owned antebellum plantation house in the country.
Margarete pulled the Suburban up to the walk in front of the hose. Two figures approached the car dressed in suits of black knickers, a white shirt; black knee high boots, and black waistcoat. The two men opened the door and helped Treasure and Phillip out; the other scurried around to the driver’s side. Margarete said, “Phillip Dubois, and party,”
“Yes ma’am your luggage will be taken to your rooms.”
Margarete got out; the coachman drove the car off to the back of the house. Margarete, Treasure, and Phillip walked up the walk with the valet who announced their arrival.
“Mister Phillip Dubois.”
“Phillip, how are you?” David Fitzgerald said.
“I am good David, very good; you know Margarete of course.”
“Margarete how are you,” David said, and kissed her cheek and this must be Treasure, the angel I have heard so much about.”
“Very pleased to meet you, Mister David,” “Treasure said.”
“Yes, this is my Treasure, Phillip said.”
“We will talk more at dinner Phillip, Michelle, show Master Phillip to his room,” David said.
“Please follow me Master Phillip,” Michelle said.
Michelle started up the stairs, Phillip looked up at Michelle, and she was wearing a very short French maid’s outfit with black fish net stocking and garters, and a string back thong. He watched her climb the stairs. She took them to a large bedroom on the second floor, “if you need anything just ring.”
Their luggage was sitting beside the closet. Margarete and Treasure began to unpack; Margarete hung the dressed and Mister Phillip’s riverboat gambler his Rhett Butler suits. Phillip told Margarete to wear her maids outfit. Treasure was to wear a dinner gown. Phillip said, “I will have a scotch and a nap while you too fuss about with all of your stuff.”
Margarete took off her clothes, put on a loose fitting white camisole, and then the white pantaloons which she tied around her waist, next was a long grey dress that buttoned up the front.
“Oh” Margarete, you look so drab in that costume, can’t we give it a little color,” Treasure said.
“No Missy this is what dey wore back dem.”
“Now, help me dress please.”
Treasure took off her jeans and shirt while Margarete rolled Treasure’s hair up and put it in a black mesh knit bag and tied it. Treasure slipped the camisole on and finished buttoning it up the front, she pulled it down just enough to reveal her breasts; then she pulled on the white pantaloons with yellow trimmed ruffles, she tied them at the waist. Margarete handed her a pale yellow whalebone corset. Treasure oscillated the corset up her legs over her butt to her waist; she centered it and raised it to the mid-line of her breast, the upper half of her areola plainly exposed. Margarete started lacing the corset beginning in the middle pulling the laces tight then working up and from the middle down, Margarete laced Treasure into the corset. Treasure breasts pushed up and together, Treasure bounced on the balls of her feet, her breast jiggled like Jell-O. “This is going to be fun,” she said.”
Treasure sat down pulled on the knee high white silk hose and then pulled the pantaloons down over them before tying the red garters around her calves. Treasure sat down, "I’m tired,” she said. We have only been at this for an hour and a half; you can rest while you put your make up on. Treasure put her make up on; she powdered from her breast to her neck and adjusted her breasts in bodice of her corset. Treasure finished her makeup.
Margarete held up the petticoats Treasure put on the first of four petticoats, tying each of them to the corset around her waist. Treasure was pulling her dress on over her head when Phillip entered the room. Treasure slipped her arms into the sleeves and pulled the dress down over her breast. Margarete used a button hook to pull the white lace covered buttons through the buttonholes in the back, and then she tied the drawstrings of the sleeves under Treasure’s arms and puffed the sleeves up. She slipped the yellow silk slippers on her feet. Treasure stood in front of the mirror admiring her, for a moment she felt as though she was living in the 1800’s. She glanced at Phillip, he was nodding and smiling, “Come here beautiful, Treasure and Margarete started to him, they looked at each other, Margarete shooed her on Treasure ran to Phillip. She hugged him. Phillip was dressed in black trousers a pair of calf high polished black leather boots, his black jacket hung open revealing a white ruffled shirt covered by a red silk vest with a gold chain draped across the front, the fob was a carved lion’s head of solid gold. The vest buttoned from top to bottom, with only the last button undone. Around his neck, he wore black bow tie. Treasure reached up and straightened it, “there now, your perfect she said. Phillip smiled and kissed him, he pulled down the front of her bodice to reveal a little more of her breast. “There now you are perfect Phillip said.
“Shall we,” Phillip with Treasure on his arm walked to the Grand staircase, Treasure lifted the front of her dress and Margarete picked up the back of her dress. The trio descended the stairs to the other guest waiting in the entrance hall. Phillip and Treasure milled around talking and meeting people.
David appeared on the staircase with his slave Michelle. “Good evening, to you all, welcome to my house, I know we are going to enjoy the weekend, he chuckled, I know the gentleman will anyway. Now it is time for dinner.” He said crossing the foyer, He pushed open the door, in the formal dining room, the table was set for 32 there were placards on very plate inscribed with the name of the guest. Phillip and Treasure found their seats, Treasure pulled out Phillip’s chair seat after all the Masters took their seats, and the women took theirs.
Master David rang a little crystal bell, eight women filed out the door of the butlers pantries wearing their French maid outfits each had a bottle of wine, the maids poured wine for each of the Masters then the ladies. They served them, their dinners and cleared away the dishes, they were served a seven course dinner which included desert. Treasure ate like a bird, remembering what Margarete had once told her.
The conversations were light and gay the tone of the dinner was one of festivity and merriment. However, there was an undertone that one could feel, of sensuous sexual tension was just under the surface, the maids made things even more interesting with their low cut bodice providing an ample view of their breasts, and their short skirts barely covering their bare bottoms. When they served their breasts always pressed against a shoulder or an arm of the diners. Treasure watched across the table as a maid served him more wine, the master had put his hand between her legs, she was holding onto the table as he masturbated her, his submissive had pulled the servers breasts free of her bodice she was groping her.
Phillip leaned over and whispered to Treasure “ahem, new comers, it happens every year.”
After dinner everyone moved to the parlor, David Fitzgerald made a little speech declaring the start of their garden party weekend. David’s slave followed him to where he decided to sit, once seated she kneeled beside him after brandy and cigars or coffee. David got up, “gentlemen, shall we proceed to the study, and the ladies will remain here. We have a lot to do this weekend.” The gentlemen adjourned to the study, Margarete was in the study she had the beverage cart loaded with coffee and brandy and cigars. Margarete served each master addressing him as Master she served Phillip, “where is Mister Lloyd and Mister Paul,” she asked.
“Lloyd was in court today, he is bringing Paul with him.”
“Is Mister Paul bringing Dorothy?”
“Yes, he is,” Phillip, said. Margarete finished serving them and left the room.
“Gentlemen, I believe it was George who last year suggested that we portray ourselves as Yankee scum, raiding the plantation and finding those poor ladies all by themselves and helpless and then we rape and pillage those same poor helpless Southern belles; and their servants of course. Is there anyone who can’t ride a horse? Ok everyone can ride. Tomorrow after breakfast, we will drive over to the lodge. I have the horses there and the uniforms, once we get back here all we need to do is turn the horses loose they will all go back to the barn. We will make plans there on what we will do next. There are too many ears here. The staff that is here is not new to all this they have agreed and they are ready. Each of you will instruct your belle that they will be in formal protocol this weekend and in costume.
“If you are in doubt about what the belle or servant will or won’t do ask her or her owner. Their limits are listed on their cards. Oh, and gentlemen no broken furniture or doors and don’t break any of your toys, now I believe Phillip has something to say.”
Phillip stood, “gentlemen, I know Treasure is new she is fair game to all however, be fair you have other belles here plus servants. I am sure all of you will have a chance at her this weekend. As far as Margarete goes, she is fair game too; she will be the mistress to the belles this weekend.” Phillip rang the glass bell. Margarete came in. “Margarete,”
“Yes Sir.”
“Formal protocol,” Phillip said.
“Yes master,” Margarete responded.
“You will be mistress, to the girls this weekend.”
“Yes Master Phillip,”
“You will be included in this week’s activities, tomorrow, you will give the belles and the servants their dance cards, we have prepared card for each belle, and servants have them tie them to their wrists. Tomorrow, we will leave early; make sure everyone is up and in costume before 9:00. We will arrive here sometime after 12:00. At noon, you will tell the belles this weekend will be force play
“Yes Master Phillip.”
“Do you have any questions Margarete?”
“No master Phillip.”
“Does anyone have any instructions for Margarete to pass on?”
“Margarete, you may go.”
“Yes, master Phillip.”
“Gentlemen, I think that is all, let us return to the parlor, I suggest we turn in early, we are going to have a busy weekend,” David said as he opened the door to the hallway.
Phillip was dancing with Treasure when someone tapped him on the shoulder he turned to see, Paul and Dorothy, she said, “Hi I am Dorothy, you must be Treasure.”
“Yes I am Treasure Phillip will get around to introducing you, in a while.”
“Until then let’s go get a drink, Dorothy drug Treasure to the bar, they chatted like old friends, Dorothy finished her third drink when Paul and Phillip came up to them.
Margaret came up, “Dorothy how are you?”
Paul shook his head, “Oh great!”
“Now we are in trouble,” Phillip said.
Dorothy stuck her tongue out at Phillip and laughed; Dorothy hugged Phillip and kissed him. “Where have you been you old bear,” she cooed, in his eat.
Phillip, patted her butt, “around,” he said.
“We we have missed you,” she said.
“Thank you Dorothy,” Phillip said. “Margarete, Treasure, keep Dorothy occupied, while I go talk to Paul.”
“Hey Paul, Phillip,” Lloyd said,
Phillip turned, “hello stranger.”
Phillip this is Brenda.” “Brenda this is Phillip,”
“Hello Mister Phillip, very nice to meet you,” Brenda said.
“Brenda this is Treasure, Margarete, and Dorothy.
“Hey how are you,” Dorothy asked. “Come on lets have another drink.”
“Let’s go talk about the weekend,” Phillip said, and have a drink and a good cigar.
“Sure let’s go,” Lloyd said.
Phillip explained the weekend plans “Let’s Go join the women.”
“There you are,” Phillip said. Brenda and Treasure were talking.
“Where are Dorothy and Margarete,” Paul asked.
“Margarete is helping Dorothy get dressed.” Treasure said.
“Margarete said she would find something for Brenda to wear even a maid’s outfit.”
Margarete and Dorothy returned, Dorothy was dressed in a green spring dress she was beautiful,
Margarete said she cheated; she didn’t put on her corset.
Treasure laughed, I wish I hadn’t either; I haven’t taken a full breath since this afternoon. “You will be fine Missy Treasure,”
Margarete said, “I have found her some clothes to wear. I will dress her out tomorrow morning. But now I have to go and talk to the staff.”
The staff was up at 5 a.m. cleaning and preparing breakfast, the table was set, the buffet was dressed there were eggs, sausage, bacon, country ham, hash browns and grits, biscuits and jelly; at 7 the guests were awake and beginning to eat, by 8 everybody had been fed. All the Masters along with the coachman and valets headed off to the lodge. Margarete made sure all the ladies were dressed and in costume.
At the lodge, Master David said there were no officers in this group; the highest rank was Sergeant, the rest corporals and privates. They drew lots to see who the leader would be, Lloyd won the draw, he would be the sergeant, they all dressed, and they put on their leather belts and hooked their sabers and knives to the belts. The valet and coachmen saddled the horses. The horses were all well ridden and very gentle, Lloyd and Phillip devised the plan of attack, they would attack the house from all four sides, four men to a side, then they would capture everyone inside. After that, they would play it by ear. Lloyd said, “This is force play gentlemen. Phillip you take three men and take the front of the house, Paul you take three men and take the east side, David you take, the west side. I will take the back, remember search every room up and down and in the cellar.” David said, “Look behind the curtains.”
“Let’s go,” Lloyd said. The men left the lodge mounted their steeds; they formed up and moved out towards the house. The trail cut through a section of woods then a large field after twenty minutes, they could see the house about a mile away.
“We’re going to split into two groups. Phillip you and Paul go around the other side, behind the smoke house. I will take David, we will move in behind the carriage house, when I give the signal we go, “I will whistle, when we are in place and ready,”
Phillip, Paul and six others moved out at a walk they were in no hurry. They stayed close to hide behind the tree line or the fence line. When Phillip’s group got behind the smoke house and hidden from the main house they rode toward the house and within twenty minutes, they were behind the smoke house. Hold onto the horse until we are ready to go, we will ride up to the house and storm the house. Phillip whistled; that they were ready. Lloyd whistled back. Phillip heard the pistol shot “ok let’s go,” they rode around the smoke house, riding the horses at a gallop to the front and side, they dismounted ran up to the door and burst in. Phillip entered the front door, Paul entered the sunroom, Lloyd entered the back door, and David entered the doors at the ballroom.
Phillip said, “Bill stays here cover the front, the rest of fan out Come on Mike, you and Jerry take the rooms over there, search them good. Paul’s group split up and began their search. Lloyd and his men entered the kitchen, the women in the kitchen began to scream and run towards the front of the house, they grabbed the women and pushed or drug them to the parlor, the Yankee’s with their sabers drawn herded the women like sheep to the slaughter, the women screamed and pleaded and cried. David and his group went up the servants stairs, they rousted the belles out of their beds, they pulled them screaming into the hall and marched them to the stairs, Paul had gone up the servants stairs on his side; they moved toward the center.
Paul sent one man up to the third floor the maid’s quarters to search; he found four servants and three belles hiding. He prodded them forward and down the stairs with his saber. They searched the entire house; they found 17 belles and 8 servants.
Lloyd said, move this Southern trash into that ballroom over on the other side. The Yankee’s with sabers drawn herded and prodded the belles into the ballroom. “Line them up against the wall corporal,” Lloyd roared. “Come on you Southern trash you whores move now! Come on whores, single file,” against the wall, “the Yankee soldiers, pushed them against the wall, the women were screaming, yelling and cursing the damned Yankee’s “you murdering Yankee trash get out!” “Get out of here; wait until your general hears what you have done here.” “We don’t have a general, David roared,” we are deserters. “You scum,” Dorothy shouted, a soldier slapped her face, “shit up rebel trash,” he yelled. Lloyd pulled a chair up and sat.
You he said pointing his saber at one woman, “come out here.” She hesitated. Briggs gets her out here.” Briggs grabbed her and hauled her out in front of Lloyd, Now you Southern trash; take off your clothes, all of them. She yelled – no! I won’t you bastard. Rip her fucking clothes off. Johnson you and Briggs rip her clothes off. Briggs began ripping her clothes, he ripped her bodice open, and then her skirt, her petty coats, Briggs, cut the laces on her corset. She only had on her camisole and pantaloons, Miller come, and help Johnson hold her, Briggs ripped open her camisole, then cut the straps on her pantaloons, they fell to her knees. She was screaming and trying to cover herself, Johnson Miller and Briggs groped her and finished ripping off her clothes, they pushed her back to the wall, “whose next?” Lloyd said. It didn’t matter one by one the women were pulled from the wall they passed through a gauntlet where all their clothes were ripped off then they were groped and beaten, the women who were still dressed formed a line in front of the naked women trying to protect the others. From the time, it began until the last piece of cloth fell to the floor from the women’s bodies took over three hours.
Lloyd got up called four of the men to gather, the men left only to return carrying several table. The other men returned holding a coil of rope. Four pieces of rope for each of the tables, Lloyd pointed to one of them, bring her and two more out, they tied the women to the tables. Their hands bound to the tabletop and ankles bound to the table’s legs. Lloyd took his saber like a paddle and spanked the first one. Then he stood behind her, unbuttoned his pants, pulled his cock out, he began fucking her, the other soldiers lined up behind the three others. Lloyd stopped humping the first one. “Hey there are a lot of them; we will gang fuck the rest tomorrow.” He went back to raping the screaming Southern trash bitch. The soldiers pulled out the women and threw them on the floor, bent them over the tables, 12 were being fucked while four soldiers guarded the rest, the belle screamed, cursing, and the men.
Treasure had been thrown on the floor, she had been raped twice, and the third had just crawled between her legs, Treasure screamed and struggled, the soldier hadn’t pumped his cock in her 10 times before he came, he crawled off, Treasure without speaking a word. Treasure looked up, a man with grey hair in his 60’s was holding and stroking a mammoth cock, its head was purple and looked like a fireman’s hat, he was big, he dropped to his knees put his cock against Treasure’s pussy. She rolled her hips up, he pushed in and filled her, he stretched her, his strokes pushed against her cervix, he wasn’t all the way in, and he was twice the size of Phillip and longer. He rammed his cock into her hard, Oh god, she said, “I ain't god,” he said, but you will think I am by the time I am done.” He stroked harder, faster, Treasure rolled her hips up taking him in, her body shook with each stroke. Treasure came hard, her body shook, she pulled his head close to her mouth, she said, “harder you bastard, fuck me like you have fucked no one else.”
Clyde grabbed her legs with his arms. Treasure’s legs were against her chest. Clyde was driving his cock into her. The others began to watch, Clyde was about to meet his match. Clyde rammed his cock into Treasure, rocking her body with each massive stroke. Treasure came again spraying his nuts with her cum. She was wet, Clyde couldn’t believe that she took all of him and wanted more; the old man began to slow. Treasure rolled him over and mounted him, she took all of him into her, and she ground her hips, rolled her hips, and fucked him until he went soft. Clyde laid on the floor his once mammoth cock lay flaccid between his legs. Treasure lay on her back, with her knees up; her legs spread waiting for the next cock. The rapes continued until late at night.
They raped all the women at least once, they left them on the floor where they lay; they lay on rugs and clothes, most lay cuddled together. The soldiers lay about the room except, three that watched the women. Paul was getting head from Dorothy. Treasure lay between Margarete and Brenda.
Lloyd looked around spotted Brenda, he went to her, rolled her on her belly, he mounted her, and Lloyd kicked her legs apart. Brenda was looking at Treasure, Treasure could see and hear Lloyd’s body slamming against her, then she felt a hand fumbling between her legs, she opened them, and looked to see who was masturbating her, Brenda’s thumb was stroking her clit. Brenda smiled and winked at Treasure. Lloyd was pounding Brenda, every stroke. Lloyd would say, take that you Southern trash, slut, or he’d call Brenda a whore. Treasure moved a little closer to Brenda and Brenda found her spot. Treasure felt her body come alive. Phillip found Treasure and Margarete. Treasure had her legs spread; Brenda was fiercely rubbing her slit as Lloyd pounded her. Lloyd thrust one last time, driving himself deep into Brenda. Brenda groaned and came and Treasure felt Brenda’s hand squeeze her hard, another hand joined Brenda’s hand. Treasure looked it was Phillip. Treasure rolled on her back, lifted her legs; Phillip pulled her to him pushing himself into her, Margarete was awake and sitting, she had her hand between his legs playing with his nuts while he pumped his cock deep and hard into Treasure’s wet wanting pussy. Lloyd lay on Brenda watching. He said, “Fuck that slut corporal, and fuck that Southern slut.
Treasure heard the words and felt Phillip’s cock crash into her cervix. Treasure’s pussy exploded with a gushing orgasm, her body shook, Treasure squealed, loud enough to wake everyone who wasn’t already awake. It startled Margarete and she pulled hard on Phillip’s sack. Phillip came with a howl. “Yes! Fuck that bitch corporal, fuck her!” Lloyd said. Treasure orgasm again, Phillip’s cock hitting her bladder and her orgasm. Treasure peed all over Phillip and herself, “yes, you fucking bitch pee.” Phillip said in her ear, “piss you bitch.” Treasure orgasmed again. By now, everyone in the room was watching Margarete, Phillip, and Treasure. Phillip was now on his knees, holding Treasure’s legs to his chest, he was pounding her body. Brenda crawled over nuzzling Treasure’s breast then she began to suckle her.
Margarete was on all fours when she felt a hand on her hips. She looked over her shoulder, “Oh Mister Clyde.” Clyde slid the top of his cock up and down Margarete’s slit; he found her pussy and pushed. He pulled Margarete back, in all his years Margarete was the only one who took all of is cock, until now. Treasure was the other. Margarete’s body was rocking back and forth, her pendulous breast swinging to and fro. Clyde was slowly pushing her away then pulling her back watching his mammoth cock disappear and reappear. Margarete dropped to her elbows, her tits settled onto the floor. Margarete let it flow adjusting her rhythm, her body to his strokes.
Lloyd had rolled off Brenda. Phillip lay exhausted. Treasure lay on her back while Brenda sucked her tit and had her hand between Treasure’s legs. Clyde was slowly stroking Margarete. Phillip, Lloyd and the rest watched amazed at what they saw. Brenda had moved down, she was cleaning Treasure; Brenda’s butt was high in the air. Lloyd patted it, said, “That is good ass,” David came over and knelt down, he said, “We will see, won’t we.” David pulled his cock out. He pushed his cock against Brenda’s butt. Brenda relaxed and David slid in, then Brenda tightened her muscles, squeezing David’s cock. “Oh fuck,” David said. He pumped his cock harder into Brenda, each time David would slam into Brenda, Brenda would butt her head against Treasure’s pudendum, and each time Brenda would nip at Treasure’s labia and clitoris.
Phillip and Lloyd shrugged, I guess out little force play scenario is kind of kaput don’t you think? Well we can still have fun when Clyde and David are through, assemble the men in the library, “Yes Sergeant.” “Come on you rabble, up and at ‘em, come on you bastards, get up.” Slowly the men began to stir into life. “You there, yes you, to the kitchen.” Miller go with them, if they try anything, take care of them; now go! Hurry up! You, Red, get off your ass, go help them. Treasure got up, followed the others to the kitchen.
Miller told them to cook breakfast, coffee, eggs, bacon, ham, taters, be quick about it. Treasure asked Miller, “May we put something on so we won’t get burned.” “Yea, Red go get something for you all to wear, if you’re not back in five minutes. I will beat every one of you fucking whores.” Treasure scurried off, she found sheets in the butler’s closet, and she wrapped a sheet around herself and carried the rest to the women in the kitchen.
After breakfast was served, the table piled high with dirty dishes, Margarete, Treasure, Brenda, and Dorothy and Michelle cleared the table and cleaned the kitchen. “You know, I have a sink full of dishes at home Brenda said, other than having my clothes ripped off, groped, raped, spanked, I could have stayed home, and had this done to me. I came over a hundred miles to have this done and still have to do the dishes. Brenda giggled, she looked at Treasure, but at home, I would have never been able to make love to the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. For that Treasure, I would do the dishes of a hundred people. Treasure smiled and hugged Brenda. Thank you Brenda, you are most kind Treasure said.
Miller, who was sitting at the table drinking coffee, sat up and said, “ok, ok enough of this emotional crap, come on let’s get busy,” All five women dropped what they were doing and turned at the same time and glared at Miller, Miller got up turned and said, “time for me to go,” he scooted out the door. The girls laughed. Dorothy said, “Wow a smart Master,” and they laughed even harder. The women were done in the kitchen about time to start Supper. Margarete straightened up, stretched her back.
“It is time for us to play. I will go find the staff, they can finish this.”
Treasure raised her hand, “nope you don’t, ladies sit, take a break – relax. They are all off playing let them play.” Treasure said.
“But what about our needs,” Dorothy said.
“Ladies, unlike our Masters we can have more fun together than they can. We won’t be left out, now who wants something to drink.” Treasure said.
“I’ll fix them,” Margarete said.
“Is it too early for a beer,” Michelle said. “Nope, not today it isn’t.”
Margarete handed her a cold beer.
Several of the masters came into the kitchen to see the girls sitting around the table. The Masters left just as quickly, as if they read a sign that said, “Danger exotic animals, do not disturb or feed the Tigress.” It wasn’t until Phillip came to the kitchen that anything changed.
Phillip came to get Treasure, he needed a bath, and a nap, Treasure got up, Margarete started to follow. Treasure told her to sit and enjoy the day. By 2:00 in the afternoon all was quiet, just a few people scattered here and there, were up, the rest were sleeping. Around four Margarete made her rounds gathering up the staff from room to room waking some, pulling others and from a pile of writhing, squirming, bodies, she found two of her staff, tied delicately together laying on Mister Clyde. Margarete untied them, “come on,” she said,
“We have work to do, go upstairs; get your showers, clean up, you girls smell like a bunch of damned whores.” One girl giggled, “Aren’t we.” “You know what I mean now go get cleaned up, dress and come to the kitchen.” “Yes ma’am,” they answered, climbing the stairs to the third floor.
Margarete turned to leave, she looked where she heard a noise, standing I an open door way was Mister Clyde, he was stroking his mammoth erection, and he curled his finger and said, “Come here my pretty.” Margarete shook her head, walked over to him. She reached down, grabbed his cock in her hand, “come on Mister Clyde, let me fix that for you,” she said. Margarete stroked him until he head of his cock glistened with his precum. She licked the head of his cock; she pulled up her skirt, bent her over the table. Mister Clyde was standing there holding his cock and said, “oh goody, goody, goody.” Margarete looked over her shoulder, “come on old man, and show Margarete what you got.” Mister Clyde stepped up to Margarete; he pushed his mammoth cock into Margarete, “Oh Margarete,” Clyde exclaimed,” I love you so, I always have, you know.” Margarete thought, “how come he only says that when his cock is buried in me?” “Now, don’t take all day Mister Clyde, I have work to do you know,” she said. When Mister Clyde had finished, Margarete stood and kissed him. Clyde, why didn’t you tell me twenty years ago you loved me; I would have married you then.” “Well we still can,” he said. Nope, you’re too old, and I am smarter than I was twenty years ago. I still love you though, you fill me you know.” Margarete turned walked out the door, “bye my love he said.” Margarete smile and left the room.
By six in the evening all but a few were dressed and in the parlor. Margarete sent one of the staff to find out who wasn’t there and go find them if she could. Drinks were served. Margarete said dinner would be ready at 7:30. She stood at the door and listened, she heard the low-pitched voices of the men and their raucous laughs, the higher pitched voices of the women, their giggles, and laughs, and the occasional squeal of delight. Margarete smiled.
Margarete stepped into the parlor and motioned to Mister David that dinner was ready. “Ladies and Gentlemen, May I have your attention please. Dinner is served,” announced David. The party moved to the dining room. The staff seated everyone; they served dinner, beverages, and a cold salad, soup, followed by a slice of Crown Rib Roast and oven-browned vegetables, and for dessert a Crème Brûlée.
As the last of the dishes were cleared from the table, David stood; may I have your attention, this is quite an auspicious occasion, not only have we had a very good garden party but one of us had been presented a title by the Society. Grand master Phillip Dubois will do the honors. Phillip stood and looked around, he rang the bell for service, “have the staff and Margarete come in her please,” he said.
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