The rich in britain can be a bit debauched. Because of my line of work I sometimes get an insight into how the rich and powerful of this land operate and see the sleazy and sordid things they get up to. I have witnessed secretaries screwed on desks in view of all and rentboys visit in the lunch hour.
My wife Lou and I were invited to a 'ball' by a contact I work with. From what he has told me over the years his family own most of the south east of England.
We got dolled up in keeping with the dress code on the invite and headed to the venue. It was at a large estate and was all very swanky and glamorous. After the usual meet and greet, we were treated to lovely dinner, great conversation and more alcohol then the rolling stones on tour. The guests were a broad mix of the upper end of the social scale and Lou and I felt a bit out of place. Our backgrounds are not the same as these people, we are where we are in the world through hard work not surnames.
Lou looked stunning and elegant as ever and some of the gentlemen were giving her lusting looks. She wore an elegant red dress, open at the shoulders giving a hint to her large bust. The dress hugged her perfect frame and flowed to the floor. A simple pearl drop necklace was her only jewelry save a simple matching pair of earrings.
When the after party was announced some guests took their leave. We asked our host what after party meant and he coolly suggested there might be naughtiness involved at some stage. Lou and I were enjoying ourselves, open minded and so decided to stay on.
An hour or so passed before a hunting trumpet blew.
We were all brought to the dance room were the local hunt master announced a game that would be played. The name of the game was 'leashes' and a lot of people giggled and cheered. One rule. By being in the room we were complicit with anything that happened. Legal of course.
A lady came around and gave every woman a raffle ticket. 8 numbers were called and Lous number came up. Drinks were poured and the 8 ladies ushered to a side room.
10 minutes later they returned. And my god.
All of them were nude save a belt with a tail, hold ups, a mask and collar and lead around their necks. The women stood in a line while the guests wooped. Lou looked amazing. The picture of a sub slut.
A tombola began. Each ball had a guests name on it.
A name was called and the guest would take his/her slave away for whatever they wanted.