My heroine's use of a pseudonym in the previous chapter seems to have caused some confusion. My character's name is Beverley but she used the name Brenda when auditioning and subsequently taking part in the making of the porn film. I hope this clears things up. As my story continues, I must confess I haven't yet decided on the final resolution of the story. Any suggestions would be welcome and acknowledged.
Delicious Punishment
When Beverley got back to the house it was after seven. This time there was no security guard on the gate and she drove straight in and up to the front door. Michael was standing there waiting to greet her.
'Hello Brenda, I'm so glad you decided to come. You haven't eaten have you? I thought we could have supper together.'
Inside the main entrance a beautifully decorated staircase spiralled up to the first floor. Michael took her case and steered her up the stairs and along a landing that had been roped off during the day. Beverley assumed that it lead to their private quarters. Near the end of the landing Michael ushered her into a small exquisitely decorated room where a table was set for two. There was an open door leading off from the dining room.
'If you want to freshen up there is a bathroom through there', Michael said, pointing to the open door.
Beverley entered what turned out to be a lavishly appointed bedroom containing a four poster bed with a mirrored canopy and mirrors on the surrounding walls. On racks mounted on one wall were an assortment of whips, manacles and handcuffs. There were four life size nude oil paintings of couples engaged in various forms of sexual intercourse. Beverley noticed an exquisite fine black Janet Reger silk negligee lying on the bed. She assumed she was meant to put it on,
She walked on through to the adjacent fully mirrored bathroom which contained a Jacuzzi as well as a huge walk in bath, bigger enough for at least six people, which was already full of hot water. Beverley slipped out of her clothes and walked down the steps into the expensively scented bath water. There were stone seats to accommodate four people comfortably and perhaps six people with some intimate squashing together.
'So what do you think of my playroom?'
Michael was standing in the doorway of the bathroom holding two glasses of champagne.
'Very decadent; I suppose you have orgies in here with the film crew and actors?'
'Actually no; by the end of filming there all shagged out. We sometimes hold auditions in here though; they can be great fun. Anyway, I'll leave you to your toilet; my butler will be serving supper in ten minutes.'
Michael turned to leave then came back.
'I strongly recommend you take one of these with your champagne.'
He held up a dark blue tablet.
'What is it?'
'Viagra!'
After Michael had left Beverley picked up the tablet he had left in a glass beside the bath. Neither she nor Graham had ever felt the need to use Viagra but it was understandable that a man of at least seventy-five might find it helpful. Curiosity got the better of her. She popped it in her mouth and swallowed it down with a mouthful of champagne. Nothing happened; feeling rather disappointed she climbed out of the bath and dried herself before returning to the bedroom and slipping on the negligee. Her reflection in the mirrored walls confirmed that she was decorously naked. She added a g-string and stockings to her ensemble and stepped into her high heels. Returning to the dining room she frivolously wondered if Michael employed a special blind butler for these intimate occasions.
Michael turned from the window as she entered.
'Ah how absolutely delicious', he exclaimed as he settled her in a chair at the table. 'You can serve now Richards'; he instructed a man about the same age as himself who was hovering in the background. 'We're starting with caviar; its supposed to be a great aphrodisiac but I find Viagra much more reliable. Did you take your little blue pill by the way?'
Beverley nodded.
'Oh good I do really want you to enjoy yourself while I am enjoying myself.'
'Well it doesn't seem to be doing anything for me', Beverley replied.
'Give it time my dear, give it time', Michael responded.
After the butler had served the main course he discretely disappeared.
'I think we'll manage better on our own from now on; don't you agree?'
Beverley smiled in agreement.
'Shall I tell you of my plans for this evening?' Without waiting for a reply he continued. 'We're having strawberries and cream for desert, I'll wait while you have yours because I want to eat mine of your naked body. After that I'm going to manacle you to the bed before fucking you. Then perhaps I could tie you up before giving you a thrashing and afterwards buggering you. I do hope some of this excites to you Brenda?'
While Brenda was listening to Michael's description of his sexual intentions she began to feel extremely horny and realised that her blue pill was kicking in.
'I hope you going to find the time to fuck me from behind; that really is my special favourite.'
'Anything to please a lady; just be aware that because of the effect of Viagra I will be erect for at least two hours and I intend to spend most of the that time fucking you.'
'I think I'd better get undressed; I don't want to get any strawberries and cream on this beautiful negligee of yours.'
'It's your negligee now to do whatever you like with it. Before you undress I'll just get Richards to come back and clear the table for my desert.' Beverley discretely retired to the bedroom with her strawberries and waited while the butler carried out Michael's instructions. When she heard the butler leave she undressed and returned to the dining room in her high heeled shoes. The beautiful Georgian table was now covered with a rather mundane plastic cloth. She stretched herself out full length on the table and watched as Michael undressed to reveal a rock hard seven inch cock. He picked up a jug of cream from the side board and began to pour it liberally over her breasts and vagina before standing back to admire his handiwork.
'Now for my desert', he murmured and began to lick the cream of her breasts before moving down to her vagina. When he had completed his desert he dragged her down to one end of the table, lifted her legs onto his shoulders and eased his prick into her cunt. He began to fuck her and continued to do so with evident pleasure for at least twenty minutes giving Beverley the most ecstatic orgasms. When he finally withdrew Beverley was surprised to see that he was still erect.
'Let's go into my sexual playroom' Michael suggested. 'But first perhaps first we should take a bath.'
He took her hand and led her back into the bathroom; this time he joined her in the pool and began intimately fondling the cream off her body. High up in the corner of the bathroom video cameras recorded their activities. Beverley felt no desire for conversation and just allowed Michael to treat her as his sexual slave. Back in the bedroom he manacled her arm and legs to the bed posts so that she was spread-eagled with her legs wide open. Again he paused to savour the seductive sight before climbing on top of her. This time he fucked her steadily for half an hour; Beverley began to scream and shout with ecstatic pleasure, a pleasure enhanced by the Viagra tablet she had taken earlier. Even now his erection showed no sign of slackening. Everything was being recorded by video cameras mounted in the four poster canopy.
'What shall I do with you now?' he pondered aloud. 'Have you ever been soundly beaten?' he enquired.
Beverley shook her head; all other movement being impossible because of her manacles. Michael unlocked her chains and pulled her to her feet then ordered her to lie across a large leather gym vaulting horse supported at each corner with a wooden leg. He tied her arms and legs securely to the legs so that she was once more immobile. Beverley watched as he selected a leather cane from the rack and wished it through the air. She shivered with a mixture of fear and urgent sexual desire. Michael began to beat her across the buttocks, gently at first but with ever increasing intensity. She began to scream and squirm around; she found the rough texture of the leather rubbing against her vagina very stimulating. As the intensity of the thrashing increased until she thought she could bear it no longer, she began to have the most intense orgasms she had ever experience. Now she was screaming with sexual pleasure. Finally he stopped.
