****AUTHOR'S NOTE**** this chapter mainly explains about the Guild of Hedonists, the token system and lays the foundations for the rest of the story. If you want to get off quickly this chapter will not be the best for that purpose but hopefully you will want to read it anyway to continue Suzy's story - there is some hot action towards the end though.
Thank you all so much for your votes and comments, there's still so much more to come from Suzy and her Guild friends...
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Suzy finally reaches her door, soaked to the skin. The Friday evening rush hour tube and surface train had both unbearably packed and humid so she is glad to emerge into the cool misty drizzle at Hornsey station. She takes her time over the half mile walk home to her second floor flat in a converted red brick house close to Alexandra Park, enjoying the fresh air despite the fine rain penetrating her clothing and soaking her hair; chilling and yet refreshing at the same time. The flat is a quality conversion done by the former owners of the house who had decided to divide it into flats on their retirement fifteen years earlier and who till live in the basement flat now. Being aware of how noisy flats could be they had ensured only the best insulation and soundproofing materials were used and now when she closes and locks the door behind her she can enjoy perfect quiet or the loudest music without either being disturbed by or disturbing her neighbours.
The entire top storey of this narrow Victorian villa is hers, owned outright, mortgage free, the final payment made three years ago sealing the deal. The faded grandeur of Alexandra Palace just visible from her bedroom dormer window in the eaves, the view she is hoping to grow old with. Tonight Suzy closes the solid fire door with a sigh, happy to shut out the turmoil of the outside world, needing time to think about the events that had unfolded earlier that afternoon. There have been many similar encounters in the past five years but today was different; Alex felt different, showed potential that outshone his years. Flipping the light switch near the door she steps into her compact kitchen, dumping her handbag, shopping and the mail on the counter top then unzipping her boots she carries them into the bedroom, dropping them in a corner.
She takes coat hangers from the wardrobe and sheds her soaked skirt suit hanging it up on the curtain pole over the radiator to dry, she peels off her wet blouse, lace bra and unsnaps her stockings from the red satin waist cincher, rolling them off her sturdy legs. Unhooking the busk front of the corsetry to expose her soft flesh and the tight fitting thick silver chain at her waist biting into her skin, leaving red marks, a pattern she will wear for hours after she releases the chain.
This waist chain she has worn daily for the past four years, the first year against her will the other three willingly, not feeling complete without it's caress around her. It anchors the eight fine chains that connect to her labial piercings, six fanning out from either side of her waist, three left, three right and two running down from the rear over her full buttocks, slacker than the front ones to accommodate sitting but all eight tensioned perfectly to keep her splayed and available.
Suzy runs her hands over her silky flesh, warming up now that she's out of her wet clothes, her finger tips stroking lightly under the chains feeling the indentations they have left, snagging on the tackiness left behind by Alex's copious cum shower, a wistful smile on her face as her nipples stiffen involuntarily at the memory and the thrill of her own touch on her sensitive skin. Reaching for a remote controller on her night stand Suzy clicks on the twenty seven inch iMac that hangs on the wall opposite her bed, acting as both TV and internet port. She settles on the king size bed arranging pillows behind her as the broadband connects, automatically loading the sleek black white and red GoH homepage. A looping gif of the same silvery spurting cock device used on the holographic twenty token piece that the old man in the cafe had given her flipping over and over in the centre of the page as it loads.
The page steadies and using the remote cursor Suzy clicks on the news feed to find out why her friends have been up to. Unexpectedly seeing her performance with Alex there, pinned to the top of the feed, constantly streaming. Skilfully edited to a thirty minute hardcore entitled "lush cougar Topsy B Fox schools hung cub." The action switches between the five cameras hidden in the room to show the most tantalisingly explicit detail; of course she knows how to play to this particular room, where the cameras are and what the coffee shop clientele like to see. The stream cuts in at the point where she has dropped her skirt and Alex's eyes are bulging as he takes in the full glory of her.
Suzy chuckles and settles back against the pillows to assess the editing job and also to have another look at that gorgeous boy and his delicious eager young cock that is now filling the screen as it springs up onto his belly in slow motion. Moving the cursor to the toolbar above the vid window she clicks on the word 'EDIT' to show her appreciation of the editors skills; above the word the number 21 clicks over to 22 registering her vote, glancing across the row of scores she notices the 'PERF' score is climbing steadily, at 89 already and the stream has only been live for an hour.
A comment ticker scrolls across the bottom of the screen, colour coded to indicate which area the comment relates to, performance feedback shows as a bright violet colour and there seems to be a lot of comments relating to her: "Topsy is spoiling this boy", "he'll never settle for a quickie again."
"Watched this twice now, cum twice, still rock hard."
"Topsy for home cumming queen!"
"Saving this! Damn! I'll never be token rich while she teases like this!"
"Let's have more of the boy, he really brings out something great in Ms Fox:"
Being examples of the more eloquent ones.
The fact that a scene so recent and impromptu is front page news is amazing, especially as the ever popular Friday Dungeon Club is in full swing at various locations around the city, featuring GoH elite and international guest performers. A warm glow washes over Suzy as she watches her virtual token (VT) count climb in the top right corner of the screen as viewers elect to download her vid, the tokens it costs them swelling her VT coffers. Not knowing yet what she'll spend her new found wealth on but very happy to be able to have a wider choice than ever before; maybe she'll earn enough to afford a bespoke latex outfit from one of the more exclusive designers the GoH has to offer, or perhaps some more jewellery?
She muses, absently stroking and tugging the rings on her labia sending a sweet thrill to her core making herself squirm, her cunt spasming around the dildo buried deep, juices flowing to coat her folds once more. She feels she would find a ladder of bars along her perineum, a guiche ladder, very stimulating or maybe a tongue stud....
Suzy suddenly shivers and realises that the room is chilly. Leaving the video of herself and Alex still streaming in the background she gets up to close the curtains and opens the wardrobe next to the window. On the backs of the wardrobe doors are twin red velvet pads fitted with hooks and pegs to hold jewellery, the left hand side pad is empty, four hooks evenly spaced along the top. Wanting to get in the bath to warm up Suzy reaches down and unclips the eight slender chains from the rings in her fleshy lower lips, she sways softly side to side allowing the chains to brush against her soft flesh as her labia slowly descend to their natural alignment, making a soft tinkling sound as the two rows of piercing rings clash together.
Suzy's hands now travel behind her to unscrew the clasp that fastens her waist chain, the larger link with a cylindrical screw lock and the two attached elliptical links that can hold a padlock across the crew lock. The weight of the chain in her hands now, finally releasing it's grip on her flesh after 14 long hours, a glance in the dressing table mirror confirming the deep patterning of her skin. Suzy hefts the chain, it always feels much heavier in her hands than in it's proper place, carefully she loops it over the four vacant hooks on the velvet pad, tuning her eye catches the exquisite silver items on the opposite velvet pad; the gifts from her mentor Niall, Silver Wolf in GoH parlance, this jewellery is so intricate, so beautifully made it still takes her breath away despite her mixed feelings concerning it's donor.
Her eyes roam over the three small filigree padlocks, so detailed, appearing to be more holes than metal and yet so strong in use with their corresponding fine silver keys. Two other items adorn the red velvet, the first a delicate silver hawser. The finest silver wires plaited into cords which have then been braided together and twisted to give strength and flexibility in use, the ends of which have slim loops sheathed in solid silver to facilitate being locked by one of the padlocks, so much work is in this piece but yet the hawser is a mere 3mm thick. As she looks at it Suzy's hands involuntarily travel to the rings in her outer lips and she recalls being sealed and locked shut by this strong silver cord and a filigree padlock. She shivers at the memory a dull throb settling deep in her as part of her yearns to belong again................