Lost Rider

[Chuckdom19]

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.

[Miss_Red]

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….

[Chuckdom19]

"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.