If you are under 18 years of age, kindly leave and do not read any further. All individuals in my tales, both real and fictitious, are themselves, over the age of 18 years old.
The stories in this series are intended to be read in chronological order if they are to make sense to you, the reader. If you are just beginning here, I invite you to go back to chapter 1 and join Violet at the beginning of her story.
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I have used the notes in my journals to tell the story of Violet's coming out into the world of the alternative morality. It has been nearly 13 months since Violet first approached me with her request to be trained in the style of the slut and that year has generated significant enjoyment for both Violet and myself. It is my goal to keep these accounts interesting and a turn-on to read. With that in mind, I have elected to make this the final chapter in the Violet story. I will endeavour to leave you with an intoxicating cocktail of evocative vignettes of this lovely Asian girl's dalliances of the most lewd variety. I hope you enjoy!
Vignette #1
I briefed Violet as we drove. This house we were going to was more like something out of Eyes Wide Shut and the people... hardcore partiers, hardcore fuckers. She was going to have to go through an interview when we arrived and she was going to be plunged right into the fantasy she'd been working on in her head for years. She would know after tonight, if she really wanted to be the slut princess she thought or if she was just going to go back to Mom and Dad's and play with her vibrator.
I had her pack an overnight bag that she put in the trunk and I helped her choose her outfit for the night. We'd chosen classic-simple. Strappy red stilettos --my favourite, a matching coloured thong and for a touch of class... a pearl necklace. For the drive she had on a sundress that was going to get added to the bag in the trunk when we arrived. Her makeup was glamorous and I loved how the front of her panties split her camel toe and drew our attention to her netherland. Simple and slutty. Lovely.
When we arrived, I introduced her to Theresa, our hostess for the evening.
"St. John, darling... how nice to see you this evening," she cooed as I presented Violet. "You explained to her about our little procedure?" Her eyebrow raised as she asked.
"We're good," I replied. "I think you're going to love Violet."
Theresa took us to a room that was more office like and closed the door. She gestured for us to be seated in two leather chairs in front of a very ornate desk and she stood resting her backside against the front of it. Theresa was tall and for her age, in remarkable shape. Her figure and most of her legs were hidden beneath the silk robe she wore, but on her feet were her trademark high, high heels --tonight they were black patent leather.
"It's a privilege to belong to the Pinnacle Club, Violet and even as a guest, you are expected to follow all of the rules... which there aren't many of," she began. "St. John, I'm sure has filled you in on all of them, but I want to emphasize two while we chat. Are you okay with that, dear?"
"Yes, Ma'am," Violet replied respectfully.
"Everyone here holds privacy and hygiene in the highest regards. Violating the secrecy of our little club and its members will get you banned for life and maybe something worse. Some of our members may even be called fanatical about their private business. Need I say more?"
Theresa's tone was very businesslike... even daunting. She was good at playing the In Charge role.
"No Ma'am."
"Goood. That leaves us at hygiene... do you need me to explain that for you?"
Theresa came off more like a Head Mistress at a girls boarding school, but she had to be. The club was her life and people liked the fact that there were consequences for flaunting the rules and the code of behaviour... even at an orgy club. Sitting and watching the little chat play out, was a little weird, to say the least. The tone, however, was set, as were the expectations. Now, she just had to kiss the ring and the fun could begin...
"Now, darling, welcome to our little party! Why don't you come and give me a kiss and we'll get you out there where the real fun is!"
As Violet stood, Theresa dropped her robe and stood there in all of her sensuousness. She took Violet in her arms and gave her a deep kiss. Theresa aggressively pushed her tongue into Violet's mouth. After a very intense few minutes, the older woman guided her head down to her breasts and slipped one of her nipples into Violet's mouth. Theresa's breasts were large and although not as perky as they once were, they were still impressive nonetheless! Not knowing all that Shirley had subjected Violet to, I thought these might be the first pierced titties Violet had suckled. Theresa had large pink areola and long thick nipples, but through each of those nipples were rings that looked like they could have been chain links!
From her breasts to her pussy... Theresa pushed Violet to her knees.
"Eat my cunt, you sweet little bitch," Theresa cooed.
She pushed her shaven quim out and held Violet's head in her hands as she fed her.
"Is she pet material, St. John... or just a slut?" Theresa asked as Violet ate.
"I can't say at this point... we're still in the early stages of her training," I replied honestly.
"We'll have to see about that..." she replied, her voice trailing off. "Fuck, she eats cunt nicely!"
After a few minutes of lesbian fun we were ready to join the party.
"Go in there and fix yourself up, Love," Theresa said pointing to a door in the corner. "You look like you've been eating out a Dyke all night!" She laughed as Violet scurried away more mouse-like than woman.
"Jesus, St. John! Where'd you say you found her? Shirley is right --she eats pussy like a pro! Are you sure she is bi?"
"She's bi all right," I replied. "She'll do both you and Philip and then you're going to want to give me a lifetime membership to thank me!" I laughed.
"We'll see, darling, we'll see about that, but for now, save a little of that swagger for me... I may want to take you out to the tree house for a little fun later!"
Joining the party that was already well underway, we mingled and I introduced Violet to the various people we met. Naked girls carried trays of canapes or champagne and we helped ourselves between introductions. In one largish room, music played loud and naked go-go dancers danced in cages in the 4 corners. Lights were flashing and bouncing all over the walls and ceiling. Quite a number of guests were there dancing, but it was obvious that these folks hadn't been at the party too long... the guys were still dressed and a number of the women still had their street clothes on. The beat was great, but we were on a mission and I didn't want to waste too much time getting into the music.
The next room was quieter with smaller groups of people sitting around on various chairs and couches. The men were naked and the ladies had on what is commonly called... slutwear. This is where the party really starts and then spills out through the various doors into other rooms. I took Violet to introduce her to the couples who were still just sitting about and talking to each other. Everyone welcomed her and we received various invites to join the little groups now or perhaps later. The last group were people I knew, but not well. This was a good time to abandon Violet and let her swim on her own into deeper water. I gave her a little confidence talk, then went and made myself comfortable and settled back to watch the show. Everyone knew the routine with a guest and it took only a moment before she was taken by the hand and pulled into their little klatch.
She sat on the knee of one of the fellows, her nearly naked ass on his very naked leg. He was touching her moments after she sat down and her effect on him was instant! I had not introduced Violet to this little group when we first made our rounds, but I certainly knew the fellow that had latched onto my little student. He was an older fellow, ex-military, who was known around the Pinnacle Club as Colonel Markus. Quite a character actually and quite likeable... all prim and proper looking. Pip! Pip! But, I have to tell you, this guy was solid gold with the ladies! More than one wobbly-kneed gal went on and on about the Colonel's prowess in the bedroom and it had piqued my curiosity in him.
Here he was now with Violet and I could hardly wait to see what would develop. As I sat off to the side, sipping a sherry, I watched the old badger circle his prey and charm her right out of her thong. Like a large red rubber band, he fired them at a wall sconce across the room leaving them hanging for all to make note of his staking claim to Violet... at least for an hour or so.
There was more chit chat and stroking of bare flesh when suddenly the Colonel shouted at me.
"St. John! St. John! Can I have a word with you?"
I thought, oh know... what has Violet said that has aroused this fellow to such a degree. I rose from my very comfortable chair and went prepared to put out a fire...
"St. John, Violet tells me that she is being tutored by you and this is her first party like this! Is that true?"
Good God man, I thought to myself. If Violet told you that, you can take her word for it... she's not some kind of liar.
"Indeed, Colonel, this is Violet's first party," I said cheerily.
"Well! That calls for a bit of a celebration!"
