Note: This story is about scene setting and exploring ideas, it may form the basis of future stories (perhaps from others?), but if you are horny and after a quick wank it is probably not for you. (May I recommend Descent chpt3).
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Sarah climbed out of her classic Mercedes in the twilight of what had been a warm sunny day. The sound of an approaching car caused her to look up. Its wheels crunching on the gravel driveway reminded her of the sound of car wheels on snow, although it was early autumn now.
It pulled into a parking space across the driveway from her; to the front of the gothic mansion presented above the box-bush garden that she had chosen to park in front of. She recognised the Aston and made her way towards it, past the lichen covered stone fountain with a trickle of water flowing from it. The water emerged from the dinky penis of a cherub, and cascaded onto a voluptuous naked woman lounging at the Cherub's feet.
"David," she called as she approached the broad shouldered man who was emerging from his DB9. He looked up as she approached, bright brown eyes and a beaming white smile. He wore a long leather coat that appeared almost like a robe. His trousers too were leather, while the boots now crunching into the gravel appeared to be some form of crocodile skin. It crossed Sarah's mind that he should have been wearing a cowboy hat to complete the effect, but she kept that little quip to herself.
"Sarah, my darling. What a delight to see you here," he responded with perfect elocution and opened his arms to offer a hug to the approaching woman. "It's been too long, it really has."
"I've been busy," responded Sarah pulling away again and noticing David's eyes ever so briefly checking out her physique. She smiled, knowing that her custom made Burberry suit hugged her smooth curved hips and flattered her even stomach, while stretching seductively across her breasts. Still it wasn't perhaps the natural choice for this venue.
"But didn't you know, I have rooms here now." She continued hoping to sound blas'e while at the same time setting the scene for a change of clothing.
"Really!" exclaimed David, crouching down to try and look in Sarah's eyes to better judge the truth of the statement whilst stretching an arm around her back to indicate they would walk together to the entrance.
"That's fantastic," Standing up again to offer a crooked arm, which Sarah obligingly took as they ascended the stone steps to the main door.
"How long have you had those? When did you get on the waiting list? Come on you sly thing, what favours did you do to get away with that?" He barraged her.
Sarah laughed, "Really David, you know a lady never reveals her methods. I'll confess they've only just become available to me. And it's just the basic, bedroom, ante-chamber, wardrobes." She waved a hand dismissively.
Now David laughed, "Well, I insist that you show me them once you've settled in. It really has been a long time hasn't it?"
As they reached the top of the stairs a broad stone veranda opened, ivy hugged the pillars to their sides, directly across from them stood a pair of large wooden oak doors.
"Must be two years if not more?"
As they entered beneath the stone covering a servant emerged from a wooden structure to one side. He was naked, and muscular. He wore a collar about his neck and attached to the front of this was a chain, it stretched across his six-pack-stomach to straps that wrapped themselves around his cock and balls, pulling his genitals up tightly. Sarah noticed the glistening line dripping from the tip of his cock. He was carrying a handheld.
He approached them with head bowed, "May I take your names if it pleases you?"
"Master Raven." Said David
"Mistress Brayton." Said Sarah, and turned to look at David who she knew would be looking at her in mocked incredulity at the banality of her chosen name.
"I don't like stereotype," she said, and then eyed David head to foot with one eyebrow raised, before walking after the servant, who having entered their details now approached the doors.
This time David mocked offence before laughing and taking a few quick steps to catch up with Sarah. As he arrived the servant pulled wide open the two carved wooden doors and a flood of warm light splashed across the stone portico and embraced both of them.
Inside was a rich entrance hall, with marble floor and skirting. A huge chandelier cast sparkling light onto various pedestals holding naked sculptures or pot plants, also the ancient but erotic oil paintings that covered the walls. Directly in front, across a woven rug rose a grand mahogany staircase, which branched to each side, turning back on itself to reach the higher levels.
Sarah's eyes were drawn to the two substantial banister posts at the base of the stairs where two female forms were attached. Their legs and arms were tied behind them, on either side of the solid wooden posts. Their hips appeared thrust outward by some unseen protrusion.
Naked except for courtesan masks that covered their faces and wrapped around their heads, the bodies were completely hairless. Sarah could not tell if their head hair was contained within the masks, or simply shaven clean. Her expert eye observed the gentle swells and lobes of their perfectly smooth pussies. The breasts too, were of perfect shape, these two had clearly been picked for their symmetry.
Sarah experienced a familiar yearning on seeing such perfect, soft smooth bodies. The yearning to touch them, to lick and eat them. To the point of wanting to actually bite and consume them. Things so perfect so delicious seemed destined for the mouth.
She remembered that there was a gallery room somewhere here, on the second floor or something. Where dominant artisans display their creativity, and sometimes their cruelty, with the human form. Perhaps on walls, floors or ceilings; a myriad of ideas from subtle silhouettes to complex combinations. Those who are attracted to the erotic helplessness of bondage and are aroused by the nature of exhibitionism present themselves as raw materials.
The main door was pushed shut behind them. Archway's led off in all directions. To the left they could hear music playing, to the right the dull murmur of talking voices. To left and right of the door knelt more servants.
One was male and dressed in the same manner as the servant outside. The females had nipple clamps on each breast that were both chained to their collars, then one further chain that stretched down between their breasts, pulled tight between their crotches and up between their arses before being attached again at the back of the collar. All three were knelt upright, hands behind their backs, heads bowed.
David turned to one of the girls.
"My boots are dusty", he pointed out to her.
"Yes Master." She responded without looking up and reached for the dusting cloth hooked on the wall behind her.
"Uh, uh, uh" David dissented and the servant left the cloth, returning to bend down and lick David's boots clean with her tongue. Turning to Sarah he remarked "they do get soft on these sluts sometimes don't they."
As the servant went about her job a man entered the hall from an entrance under one of the stairway arms. He wore a silk shirt and velvet tunic, pleated beige trousers ended in well-polished brogues. He had black hair with hints of silver at the temples, in reverse his beard was silver but had streaks of black still at the sides.
He clasped his hands together as he entered, "Ah, Mistress Brayton, how good to see you. Welcome back to The Ghetto. Mistress, here is the key to your rooms, I cannot tell you how happy I am to welcome you to my residents list." And with that he handed her a key ring of several copies of small bronze keys. Clearly he had been alerted to their arrival. David still looked vaguely surprised, as though it was only now that he fully believed her claim of having rooms here.
"You know I am here, if you desire anything at all, or if there is anything the mansion can provide. Your luggage has already been placed in your wardrobes." He looked at her sideways and batted her arm effeminately with his hand, "Some nice gear if I do say so myself," and then a look of exaggerated guilt "I hope you don't mind me checking as they unloaded."
Sarah smiled indulgently, "Sammy, you know I trust you implicitly. And as house keeper here," she gestured to indicate the hall and the mansion, "If you like my 'gear' then I must be honoured."
Sammy beamed before being distracted by the servant at David's feet, informing him that she'd finished, "I hope I have served you well Master, I must be punished if I have not completely satisfied you." He noticed David.
"Master Raven, how good of you to return to us." David ignored the servant as he turned to shake Sammy's hand. "My pleasure old fellow, my pleasure." He replied.
"Oh, I'm sure it will be," answered Sammy with a grin. But then his grin became fixed as his eyes took something in; darkness crossed his face.
The jovial Housekeeper turned sharply with a scowl, a previously unnoticed riding crop was snatched from his belt and he struck the exposed cock of the kneeling servant with it. The man yelped, as surprised as anyone at the stroke, due to the chain attached to his cock it could not bounce very far and a red mark soon emerged.
"Why does this man still have his coat?" hissed the Housekeeper and fear crossed the servant's face as he realised the mistake. Him or the remaining girl could have been guilty, but the wrath had fallen to him. He moved quickly crouching towards David, pleading.
"I'm sorry Master, his boots were being cleaned I didn't..."
