We walk down the stairs, to a dining room on the first floor. Heavy curtains block the windows. Inside, a large glass table, with 6 chairs. 3 girls, sitting around the table, their bodies, nude except for the red capes, can easily be seen through the transparent glass table. Laurie sits at the head of the table, and I sit to her left. I am completely nude. I feel embarrassed by this total nudity, when the rest of the girls are only partially covered. There is a platter of fruit on the table, white wine and cold cuts, turkey and cooked ham. Each one of us gets a croissant. A stem glass is in front of each girl. Laurie porus the wine, and introduces me.
"This is Jennny, our new girl."
"Hi Jenny"
The girls stand up in order, starting from Laurie's right, they open their capes, dropping them behind their backs.
"I am Bonnie" said the first one. A tall, blonde girl, with blue eyes, heavy breasts with large pink nipples, and a neatly trimmed blond bush. "I have been in the house for 6 months" I notice the recent whip marks on her body. Her whole front is covered with pink and red stripes. Thighs, belly and breasts, all criss crossed with angry welts. She sits down.
My stomach drops to my feet. SIX MONTHS!
"I am Coralee" said the second one, a 5 foot tall brunette, with smooth brown hair and heavier breasts. I notice that her bush is untrimmed. She also has whip marks on her body, but they seem fainter, older. "I have been in the house for 4 months"
"I am Sally" said the next, a petite girl, very fair of skin, but with long black hair and large dark eyes. Her pussy was hairless. "I have been in the house for 3 months" Old and new whip marks mix along her front.
To my surprise, Laurie also gets up, pulls her cape back, exposing her body, which also shows signs of recent whipping. " I am Laurie, as you all know, I have been in the house for 1 year"
"One year" Was all I could say.
It is hard to describe my feelings. Here is Laurie who has been here for a year. Now maybe she is Mr. Roderick's personal slave or something, but still, Bonnie has been here for 6 months. I expected a week, two at the most.
"How long do girsl stay here then?" I asked
"It depends on the girl, it depends on the master. Some girls leave soon, their training done; some girls need longer. Some (and here she gave a meaningful look at Bonnie) cannot achieve their training and need to be terminated." Bonnie, her head downcast, sobbed while eating her croissant.
"How about you"
" I have been here for a year, Mr Roderick leases me from my master. I believe that I shall stay until he finds another first girl to his satisfaction. I wish to go back to my master (her eyes fill over) but after so long, I don't even know if he will want me"
Lunch finished eventually, and after putting away the remains of the meal, we all went up to the landing on the second floor. Laurie continued my instruction on the many rules to follow.
In the morning, after breakfast we are confined to our rooms until lunch. We are responsible for the cleaning of our rooms, but not for the general areas outside our rooms. There is staff that does that, during the morning. After lunch we are free to sit on the couches, and we can read from the books in the library. I am not surprised to see that they are all erotic literature, from relatively tame pieces, like "Fanny Hill", to abominations like the "120 days of Sodom" At around 3 we are to return to our rooms and attend to our grooming. Supplies are placed in our rooms for the purpose. Then we dress again with our capes and await Mr. Roderick's pleasure. (And that of his guests if he has any).
"Mr Roderick is expected today at around 5; since it is your first day here, he'll be torturing you. He should be a long time with you; you should get ready. Drink lots of water; you don't want to get dehydrated. One or two girls will probably be around to assist or to learn." This Laurie said in the matter of fact tone of a lady making an appointment for the movies; no, that would involve at least some emotion, anticipation. She said it in the tone of someone mentioning that she would go to the cleaners to pick up her laundry.
I looked at the clock on the wall. 3:30
At 4, I am allowed into my room and told to prepare. The door is left unlocked.
I shower; there is gel and shampoo in the shower. I rapidly do my hair, and apply what little makeup is available. A thick mascara, the bottle says waterproof, so it wont run with the tears I guess. Dark red, almost garnet colored, lipstick, and that's it. Nothing else. I step to the door and check the time: 4:56, just in time. I step out on the landing, nude, shaking on my tall sandals. If I am so terrified, Why am I so moist, down there? No one else is out here, until at 4 all the girls come out, beautiful in their red capes. They sit down on the couches, and wait. I would like a shot of some of the liquor on the cabinet, but we are not allowed to serve ourselves liquor. I should have drunk more of the whitw wine at lunch.
At 4:15 Mr. Hastings comes up. He calls me, Bonnie and Coralee, and takes us up the stairs to the playroom. As we approach the playroom I find my legs getting weak, and the flutter of butterflies in my stomach approach nausea. I glance at the girls, who are preceeding me. Coralee seems somewhat nervous, but taking it all in stride. Bonnie is even worse than I am. She is openly crying, whimpering. I am sure she will fall.
Mr Hastings leads us into the playroom and kennels Bonnie in one of the cages; Coralee, he leaves standing in the room. Me, my wrists are tied together with a silk band and tied above my head to the central column, then he leaves.
I do not know how long we were left there. I was shaking with fear and anticipation; then the door opened and a man came in. I could tell it was Mr. Roderick. Coralee went to her knees inmediately, her weight on her heels, her knees wide open, her hands on them, palms upwards,slightly cupped.
I could tell he was Mr. Roderick. He is around 6 foot tall, dressed in black pants, white shirt and a dark red smoking jacket. His age, I can't tell, between 40 and 55 perhaps. His hair more salt than pepper, combed back, and a short gray goatee covering his chin. He enters the room. If he walked through a forest, he would expect the trees to move aside for him, so masterful is his stride.
He approaches me, I smell him. The aromas of strong tobacco, cigar actually, mix with rum, and a musk that I can only define as animal. Not a word. He examines me, critically. After an hour, that was actually a minute, he twirls his finger at me, I understand I am to turn, so he can see my back. I do so. I can't see him now, I can only sense him watching me, like a wolf watches a lamb. I feel like a lamb, tethered as bait for a tiger, only there is no hunter hidden in the bush to shoot the animal. I am offered as a sacrifice to the Lion God. He touches the nape of my neck, with a finger, lightly. I convulse, I am almost coming, from just one touch of his finger on my neck. His finger now traces my spine, down to its base; shudders. His hand now spreads around my cheeks, rights and left, pressing on them. I feel gushing. He moves further down; he penetrates me with one, two fingers. I am sopping wet, my breath, panting, halting. His finger touches my clit. That's it, I jump against the column, buck against his hand screaming my release. He backs off, leaves me hanging. His only word: "Excellent".