In Part 1 of the story a young woman named Sarah meets a man on the train and is enticed into becoming a member of his exclusive club. He recognizes her submissive tendencies and he and other members of the club introduce her to a whole new world of sexual pleasure. Part 1 describes the club and the things that are done to Sarah, and the things she is forced to do to others. At the end of Part 1 she has been turned over to Ian, the manager of the club in charge of training new members, and she has been told to come to the club dining room at 7 pm.
Chapter 18 - Dinner at the Manor House
Sarah had a couple of hours to rest before dinner. She took off the skimpy black dress and laid on her bed. Her pussy and ass felt tender and oh so sensitive. A shudder went through her body as she thought about the coming dinner and night with Ian. He had already done so much to her. What more could he do?
Then her mind jumped to the image of holes in the dining room wall. Poor Elizabeth was going to be put on display there and her body tortured by unknown hands in the kitchen on the other side of the wall. If that sadistic nurse Joyce were to be in the kitchen, heaven knows what she would do. Still, it was terribly exciting.
At quarter to seven Sarah got up and went into her bathroom to fix her hair. She quite liked the new "Sarah Palin" cut. It made her look sophisticated and cute at the same time. A little combing and brushing was all it took, leaving her time to try some of the eye make-up that had been left for her.
She was almost ready to put on the dress when she noticed how wet her panties were. It would not do to show up for dinner with her panties already wet and with the aroma from her past arousals so evident. Fortunately she had gotten several pair from the boutique, and she quickly changed.
To be different, she selected some scarlet red "boy shorts." She had bought them because the sales woman had shown her a picture of a girl with a small ass like hers who looked really good in boy shorts. They made the girl appear innocent, as if she were not aware of the lovely curve of her hips and ass, and the effect it would have on men. Also the loose openings at her thighs seemed to invite exploration. The shorts made her so vulnerable, just like Sarah wanted to be.
Fortunately she had also purchased a push up bra of the same scarlet color. It clasped in the front and was brief enough that it wouldn't show in the low cut black dress. Sarah knew it was likely that before the evening was over she would be divested of that dress and would be very sexy in her matching red underware.
At precisely seven o'clock she arrived at the door to the dining room. Ian was standing just inside, talking with a tall blonde. The woman turned and Sarah saw it was Joyce, the nurse who had tormented her during her medical exam. Only instead of wearing her white nurse's dress, she was dressed as a military police woman in a tight-fitting and sinister looking uniform. Black leather boots came high up on her legs, and provided a stark contrast to the white skin of her thighs before they disappeared under the short leather skirt. Her blonde hair spilled out from under her military cap and over her shoulders, and her huge tits threatened to burst the few brass buttons that held together a black top of rough cotton. In her hand she held a menacing riding crop, which she tapped against her thigh as if she couldn't wait to use it.
When she saw Sarah she gave her a knowing smile and struck the crop against a nearby table, making a loud slap.
"Ah Sarah, please come in," said Ian. "I believe you know Joyce, our capable nurse. She also serves as a kind of sergeant at arms at our dinners."
"Yes sir," Sarah said in a small voice. A shudder went through her body as she pictured Elizabeth imprisoned in the wall with Joyce on the other side.
"Sometimes the waiters and waitresses shirk their duties," he went on. "When that happens Joyce is called on to enforce discipline. She's quite good at it."
"I can imagine," said Sarah.
Joyce just glared at her, knowing that if Sarah weren't around she would have Ian to herself at the dinner. He always had good ideas about how to torment the waitresses.
"Ah, I see Isaac and Camille over at that table," Ian said to Sarah. "Would you like to join them?"
Sarah was happy to have some people she knew at her table. "That would be great."
He turned to Joyce. "See you later, sergeant. Adam will be putting Elizabeth into the stocks tonight, and I imagine you will have some things to do in the kitchen."
"For sure," laughed Joyce. "I like to be in the kitchen when someone is in the stocks and I can hear the crying and whining through the wall."
"Do you supposed they know it is you who is causing their discomfort," chuckled Ian.
"Oh, they know it's not only me. That's what makes it so delicious."
Ian laughed and led Sarah by the hand over to Isaac's table. Other members were already seated at many of the other tables, and people were still drifting in. There seemed to be roughly an equal number of men and women of various ages, dressed either very formally or outlandishly provocative. Sarah thought she recognized some of the people she had seen on her earlier tour of the mansion.
Isaac stood and greeted them. His eyes devoured Sarah, moving up and down her body openly and hungrily. Their earlier experiences had kindled a fire in him that would not be quenched until he had her. Camille knew it and did not object. She was resigned to having to share Isaac with whomever he fancied; in fact the humiliation of it was part of what turner her on.
"Good evening Isaac," said Ian. "By the way you are looking at Sarah I think you will not object if we sit with you."
"By all means," replied Isaac. "Camille and I have grown quite found of our new member."
"Excellent. After I have trained her a bit more I may turn her over to you for an independent appraisal.
"My pleasure," grinned Isaac in way that generated butterflies in Sarah's stomach.
They sat down. Several bottles of wine were on the table, and Isaac filled glasses for them.
"Take a look at the uniforms of the waiters and waitresses," said Ian. "You will see that they are all different. We have several creative members whose hobby is designing costumes for the staff. Starting tomorrow you will be our newest waitress, and you will spend the morning being fitted appropriately."
Sarah surveyed the room and saw that there were maybe ten waitresses and two or three waiters. All were dressed in a provocative way that emphasized their best assets, be it their asses, their legs, their chests, or in the case of the men, the bulges in their pants. In addition they all had colored ribbons somewhere on their bodies to signify their degree of availability—red for restricted, green for up to the wearer, and yellow for open to anyone. The women were of varying ages and degrees of attractiveness; the men were mostly young and effeminate looking.
"You will note that all the uniforms have loose openings to allow us diners easy access to body parts if we should desire to explore. Here, let me show you."
Ian crooked his finger at a comely waitress who was standing nearby. She immediately came to stand beside him. Sarah judged that the woman was about her age, maybe a little older. She had on a short skirt and a low cut peasant blouse. Blue mesh stockings encased her long legs, which were shaped nicely by four inch spiked heels. Her figure was very slender, except for her ass, which jutted out in the tight skirt like a large melon. A yellow ribbon adorned her dark hair.
"Yes Mr. Ian sir, what might I do for you," she said.
