Lost Rider

I wake up lying across the back of my horse at full gallop....my eyes barely able to focus...I grab for the reins and pull back hard....he slows his pace and the pain worsens....

Up ahead my blurred vision cannot deny the monstrosity of a dwelling we are ascending upon. Appearing to be built of huge logs...a quite assuming place.
With beautiful trees and shrubberies meticulously planted....it was beautifully handsome...

I stopped my horse at the huge entry doors and slid off slowly. Wincing at the pain and holding my back in agony...I shuffled inside the building.

There were deer and fish and small game hanging all over the walls...
Trophies of the members, I'm sure. It gave the place a sort of eerie presence...

*Hello Miss, may I help you?" a voice came from behind the counter.

"Oh yes...I am hurt and lost and need to use your phone if you would, kind sir...?"

I was surprised to see the rather disheveled-looking woman walk through the front doors. Our isolated location usually served to keep us free of surprise guests.

The auburn-haired lady looked as though she were in distress, wandering into the building in a stagger. She seemed taken aback by the many game trophies mounted on the walls as she approached my desk. An apparent spasm of pain seized her as she was walking.

*Hello Miss, may I help you?" I greeted her.

"Oh yes...I am hurt and lost and need to use your phone if you would, kind sir...?" She suddenly paled, and grasped at the edge of the desk.

Running around the counter, I caught her as she fell, unconscious. Carrying her to the couch, I put her down and checked her breathing. A mirror held to her nose showed deep, rapid breathing.

I picked up the phone and called the club officer upstairs. "Sir, we seem to have a situation here in the lobby. Would you step down and assist me for a moment, please?"

I awoke to find myself in a dimly lit room, rather large in size, the likes of which I had never seen before. As I tried to rise, I found my hands and feet were all bound to the posts of the bed by heavy metal restraints of some sort…and attached to about 18 inch chains so I had a little freedom of movement. My heart immediately started racing a thousand miles an hour. I looked around the room and tried to adjust my eyes to see what my surroundings held…as they focused I froze….not wanting to believe the things my eyes were seeing.

Strategically placed above the bed were several chains hanging from the ceiling with various O rings and large hooks attached to the ends.

In one corner was a large rather industrial looking table/bench with various hooks and o rings on it as well….It looked as though this thing could be used as a method of torture to me…I was getting very nervous and my knees began to shake uncontrollably….

How in the world did I get myself into this mess?? All I did was come in to use the telephone…
Think…think….what happened…..where was I????….
I was riding that horse….that beautiful horse…..I am on vacation……..yes….ooooo my head…he got spooked….I hit my head on a low branch while he was running so fast and fell off….(rubs my sore back) ….and he brought me here.

Where in the hell am I???

I paid caring attention, as always, to the instructions of the Club Officer present, as befit my Gentleman's Gentleman training. My duties as receptionist, desk attendant, and general go-fer here at the club included many duties, some pleasant, some not-so. This was one of my more enjoyable responsiiblities.

Carrying the woman to one of the playrooms, I removed her riding boots and outer garments, leaving her in her frilly red-laced black underthings. Quite expensive garments; this verified by the Platinum Amex and Gold Visa in her pack. I also put her phone into an insulated metallic case, as we did not wish the GPS inside to help any trackers find her. Her horse was taken, without any personal effects other than the rental saddle and tack it came with, far away from the club, nearly 20 miles from the stable that had rented it in another direction. My staff was efficient.

I had to search her for any other information, so I did a close physical search on the lady before replacing her garments. Her high, firm breasts appeared natural, and her close-trimmed bush (in the shape of a heart... what an affectation!) indicated an ongoing interest in the 'friendly sport'. These would serve her in good stead here at the Club, where her interests would likely be taken advantage of. It was her bottom that attracted me, however; nicely rounded and firm, it would be a lovely target for one of my implements. The tawse, perhaps; those double tongues of leather would wrap lovingly around those cheeks. But first, a fine warmup with one hand, while I encouraged squirming with the other hand by pinching and teasing.

But that was a dream, of course. Unless the Club Officer required me to, I was only permitted to do as instructed.

I laid there for what seemed an eternity….thoughts racing through my mind. I am an intelligent, educated woman. I am here with my friends on the vacation I have been wanting for so very long….

We had been looking for quite a while, my girlfriends and I, for a place to go and have the kind of fun we have only dreamed of…what we like to call “big girl fun” . The three of us, being a bit mature for the bar scene, had been hosting parties at each others homes, and various private venues for about a year now, and had great turnout and feedback from every one that we had thrown. We had a large following already, and each of us our own personal flair to what we liked to add to the “ambiance” of the scene.
These parties were specifically designed to bring together like minded, mature adults.
A sort of match making service, but with a little twist…
We liked to make it interesting, so at each party, there was usually some sort of erotic theme….once we used a harem theme, and all the women dressed as harem slaves, another time we did a Renaissance theme, yet another time, we did an S and M theme…and this one really seemed to be a favorite of a lot of the partygoers. I myself loved the S and M theme also…..something about those whips and chains really made a fire burn inside of me.

But I suddenly snapped back to reality and pulled on my arms…the cuffs around my wrists digging into my flesh. I had a feeling I wasn’t going to see my friends again… not for a long time. I pulled harder at my restraints, angry, frustrated, kicking, crying, and mad that I was in this predicament. Damn…who are these people and what are they going to do with me? How far am I from the resort where I was supposed to live out my fantasies???? And where are my friends? Have they tried to call me? Have they even noticed the fact that I am missing yet??? I had no idea what time of day it even was…

Just then I hear voices outside of my door. Two men talking. “Prepare her for this evenings events” one deep stern voice says. “If she gives you any problems, use this on her.”
“Yes Sir.” The other voice replies…”as you wish Sir.”

“Prepare her for this evenings events," the Club Officer said. “If she gives you any problems, use this on her.” He handed me a Tazer and a hypodermic needle, already filled and ready.

“Yes Sir,” I answered. ”As you wish Sir.”

Entering the playroom, I noticed the woman was awake and obviously agitated.

"WHERE AM I? LET ME LOOSE!" she shouted at me.

"I *am* sorry, madam. I may not do that. My task right now is to prepare you to meet the Club Members tonight. To do so properly will require me to place hands upon your body and to perform some unfortunate invasions on your person. I do apologize in advance." I used shears to remove her bra and panties, to the sound of shrill protests. Standing back, I was positively tapping my foot in distress.

"Madam! If you persist in creating such a ruckus, it will be my duty to inject you with this tranquilizer or to shock you with this Tazer until you choose to cooperate. Do you wish me to do so? I am NOT going to be hurting you, although your space will not be your own for a few minutes. Now if you PLEASE!" She truly had miffed me.

Collecting the shaving needs, I began to check her body for stray hair; armpits were clear and without stubble; obviously she had had electrolosis in many places. She had no other extraneous hair, other than the 'heart' around her privates. My razor made short work of that, although there was some serious squawking when I searched the entire general area, front and back, for hairs which might be hiding from me. It was necessary to place a short Tazer burst on her abdomen; this led her to quiet down.

I then proceeded to bathe her, having taken her to the shower and tying her to the ceiling hook there. There was an additional fuss at the necessary enema and douche, but a quick threat with the hypo and the Tazer held against her nipple served to calm her mind for the moment.

Rebinding her to the bed for comfort and safety, I carefully applied a subdued blend of cosmetics. Her hair would need straightening later, but there was no sense to try while she was laying down.

I laid there, my body now void of any hair, I myself, stripped of any dignity I may have had left. I had no idea what was in store for me, but by the looks of things, I had a feeling it was going to be something I had never experienced ……

I looked up at myself in the mirrored ceiling…my face was white…red lips…eyeliner applied perfectly…my hair deep auburn…the short locks fell around my eyes. Not bad I thought…for a woman of my age. I had taken very good care of myself and always tried to keep a minimum of sun exposure to my face…and it had paid off…I was pleased and smiled a second at my own reflection, forgetting for just a moment about where I was….
Where I was…I still didn’t know. Some big lodge in the middle of this island. And something is going on here. Why else would they be holding me here against my will??

Just then, voices outside the door……and the click of the lock opening.

Two men appeared. They walked inside and the one who had shaved me approached me. He said nothing, but held up the tazer he was holding and I nodded. Carefully, he unlocked my bindings . I sat up in the bed and rubbed my wrists, and he politely handed me a pair of red panties and a sheer red top to put on…very delicate and pretty…I did as he asked and put the articles on. He then took my right ankle and attached a red metal anklet …..it was heavy …and about an inch wide….studded with blue and amber stones…and he locked it onto my ankle.

He then took my hand…and assisted me to my feet. I was very wobbly and almost fell over….and the other man put his arm around me and helped me to get my bearings…

“Come now my pretty Red Head Lady….you must be strong for this evening…let’s get you a bit of dinner miss.”

As with all people, it was obvious the lady's nudity was a concern. Thus, before accompanying her to her next destination, I asked her to don the red lace-trimmed chemise I had fetched along, as well as the matching panties. While many women this age would not be able to wear such slinky, tiny panties, this woman had maintained her figure with care, and appeared quite alluring.

The Club Officer handed me the anklet all our 'guests' are garbed in, and attached the bejeweled copper device to her ankle. She stopped momentarily to admire the device, and then allowed me to fasten the lock. I handed the electronic key back to the Club Officer, as that was not under my purview.

Assisting the lady with donning her matching red heels and locking them into place, I took her hand and helped her stand. The heels, being nearly four inches high, made her quite unsteady walking the first few steps. I kept my hand near her elbow that I might steady her further as we progressed out into the hall. The Club Officer, more forward, slipped his arm around her waist to help her advance.

To help alleviate her fears... and perhaps enhance the experience, I told her, "come now, my pretty Red Head Lady. You must be strong for this evening! Let’s get you a bit of dinner miss.”

Proceeding to the private dining room, the Club Officer seated the lady while i busied myself with the appropriate service. Although the table was set properly for two, the Officer would not be dining. I provided each with water, allowed him to sample and approve the split of wine chosen to go with the meal I had prepared. A simple meal, I served a nice spinach salad with a hot bacon dressing and crumbled egg for the first course.

She appeared quite hungry, and ate with satisfaction, commenting on the quality of the first course. I served the entree next, Braised Lamb with Garlic Parsley New Potatoes and Buttered Julienne Carrots. For the last, I brought her a simple bread pudding with raisins and cinnamon, lightly teased with a white sugar frosting. Simple fare, perhaps, but truly enjoyable, as shown by her relish in dining. While she did not clean her plates, she ate heartily. She showed no sign of noticing the few additives the Club policy required me to add to her meal.

When she had finished her repast, the Club Officer assisted her to the rest room in the corner so she might use it as needed while I cleaned up the remnants of her dinner.

As I finished the delicious dinner that was prepared for me by this unique but mysteriously kind gentleman, I was allowed to use the rest room for a few minutes, and was happy to be able to relieve myself like a human being. For the first time, I realized that my tiny little heart shaped bush…that I had meticulously been working on growing for the last few months…was gone!!! OH NO!! This can’t be so…I had grown and trimmed my little heart for a very specific reason… and now it was gone. I hung my head. And here I was in some place…where I am being held captive…like some slave.
Damn…it almost sounds like a male version of what Sheila and Brenda and I came here for….but there must be some mistake…surely they don’t think I’m one of their girls!
I have the heart….I had the heart….oh god…I must be wrong. I am delusional. There is a mix up.

I stand up and go to the sink to wash my hands. I open the door. The gentleman is waiting for me. He leads me to another room and there I wait. I look around the room and it looks like a big library. There are books of all kinds lining the walls. I walk over to see what these men are reading. There are books on all kinds of sports….sailing, hunting, rugby, golf, baseball, then as I look more closely I see other things such as how to hog tie your slave….proper etiquette between masters….whips of the seventeenth century.
I sit and stare in horror. Oh my….I have to get out of here. My heart starts to race very quickly. I don’t have any idea what to do. I am not tied or anything…..so I begin to case the room out….looking for vents….or any way to crawl through an opening to get outside….I spot a return air vent in the wall….hmmmm. It is on an outside wall too…
I take a book off the wall….walk slowly over towards it, and sit down by it. I open the book, and begin looking at the vent. It looks fairly large, and I know I can fit through; but, will it get me outside??

Well, I guess anything is better than in here…..I look to see what type of screws are holding it in… and it looks like Phillips head screws….hmmmm .that won’t be easy either. My eyes case the room looking for something to take the screws loose with…
Just then the door handle turns and the door opens….

"The lady will escort me, if you please?" I greeted her after her rest stop. I had been directed to guide the woman to our library, where she would wait until the Club Officer was ready to speak with her. She looked around as we walked the hall, seemingly surprised by the rich carpeting, the art on the walls, the statuary. There was a history to each piece, some of which were many hundreds, some even over 1000 years old. Each donated by Club Members, and by grateful Guests.

The Club has a history well over 700 years; it has always been a private organization. Our membership was increased by invitation only, with approval of the majority of existing members. Privacy was a matter of some concern, and all members were sworn such on admission. Knowledge of the Club's membership and activities at its several locations around the world could be harmful should it become general knowledge.

A group of men with similar needs, desires, and beliefs, the Club was formed by Nobles during the late 1200's as an organization for education and fellowship. The Club changed over the years, and spread to locations on every continent. Some years of growth and change followed, and the interests of the group changed. Education became formalized, help for the poorest became available from social service agencies... many started by our members. The organization made many anonymous contributions to schools and libraries, as well as to care organizations such as Red Cross/Crescent or the Salvation Army.

Once the major efforts of assisting growth and welfare of society in general were taken care of, the needs and desires of the members came to the forefront of the Club members' attention. Society's progress had brought with it some unfortunate changes not foreseen by the members, among them the Emancipation of women and slaves. Certainly, as the then-upstart nation said in its early documentation, "All men are created equal." But that had nothing to do with *women*! At least, not in the eyes of the membership. The group so long focused on the betterment of humanity had had no interest in raising the level of slave women... after all, did not all the various holy books of the religions of the world raise man to a level above women? Were they not to be subject to the needs and desires of their male superiors?

Such was the firm thought of the membership. And thus, so were the directives of the Club Officer to me regarding my responsibilities at the Club. As a gentleman's gentleman, I had been trained never to put my needs or beliefs above those of my employers. And I never had.

These ruminations ceased about the time I arrived with Lady Red (so I thought of her) to her destination. I admitted her to the library and checked that the water carafe was full, then exited and locked the door behind me. The lady would now await attendance of the Club Officer.