A Fine Profession (The Chambermaid's Tales Part One) (15 page)

Dreamy, seductive chimes that were barely noticeable drifted through the halls and acted as an almost silent background to the quietly chatting, nodding guests. It really did seem to be some sort of reverent gathering place for the sexually uninhibited. I felt an outsider, truly. I sought eyes that were assessing me but there were none. Everyone else seemed poised and unreserved. I had expect
ed to be treated as an interloper perhaps but I was just as any other ‒ a body there for pleasure. I did not get myself noticed in my underwear, even. I mingled in. We were all sparingly dressed, even most men. Maybe that was why Mark wore the gown, as a sign of his prestigious ranking in the hierarchy of that place.

His voice broke my thoughts.
“When we go further inside, do not be surprised by what you see. This is only where people like us find freedom to express ourselves as we wish. It's all mutual and all enjoyable. We shall let the evening run as naturally as possible.”

“
Okay,” I responded, and with the anticipation of a student heading for an exam, I was led into the realms of this so-called pleasure-sphere.

We first walked through a banqueting hall that was for group sex. Flo quietly explained that no loiterers were allowed in that chamber; everyone had to be engaged in some sort of act unless passing through. It was simple etiquette. Spectating was not allowed. The Sapphic chambers (in a library) were of course for perusal and we did indeed wander around, observing the women all enjoying themselves and each other. It was quite mesmerising. I felt this was not for me, however.

There were other chambers, occupying various other rooms in the house, and these were singled out for separate pursuits such as spanking, bondage, fellatio and masturbation. Whatever your specifications, they were catered for in those rooms, which were all marked above the door so that guests knew where to find their pleasure. I will not list all the chambers now, for they will surely all be quite imaginable and some might even creep into this tale later on…

I will say, however, that the gallery in the centre of the building captured my imagination.
Inside this place, were men and woman positioned as if furniture. Men naked with arms held aloft, grasping vases or candelabra. Women bound and on all fours, with plates of fruit on their backs. Others of indiscernible gender stood as still as statues with full leatherwear on. I was given by Flo to realise that the men flitting about with silver sheriff-type badges attached to their leather vests were the valets or servant boys who acted as aides throughout the night. In this gallery I noticed there were curtains, the like of which I'd seen in art galleries, marking the way for something beneath to be unveiled. One of the valets came to pull the drawstring of one such piece of art, and behind the glaze that was revealed, I was told, was one of the more private chambers that couples used to invite other couples or singletons in with them. The chambers lined the gallery and gave spectators all manner of obscenities to behold at their pleasure, according to the valet's choices of which curtains they drew. Soon, more windows were revealed and more scenes of debauchery drew the attention of those circling in the galleries.

I was drawn by the sight of a woman being dealt with by two men simultaneously. It seemed a tricky sport to me but she somehow accommodated both fellows. A hand cupped my elbow and
Florence whispered, “It's time.”

I was led to a room in the quieter, more private section of the house upstairs. The wooden sign above the door signalled
Bukkake
.

The heavy wooden door shut and was locked, and I realised it was only
Florence and I in the room.

“
May I tie you to this bed?” she said.

It was a wooden slab more like, with belt holds.
I nodded because she bore no fear in her eye, so why should I have done? I lay on the table and she buckled me at my wrists and ankles. She slipped the shoes off my feet and asked, “May I loosen this a little?” and I nodded, before she proceeded to unhook the top of my basque so that my breasts swelled out with the nipples on show. I panted in shock but when a door at the other side of the room opened and five naked men entered, I had no time to protest. One of them was unmistakably Mark, though they were all wearing gimp masks. They all stood around the table at equidistant spots and many of the men's penises were already swollen.

“
This is Lottie gentlemen, a rather innocent child of light who is still learning. As you can see, she is pleasing to the eye and responsive to the touch. She is here to find out more about pleasure, for pleasure it is that she seeks. She is delicate but likes to dominate, so she told me. Perhaps, I'd hazard, she might even prove a good switch, for I'm sure she'd obey an adequate cock.”

A
ll around me were men and their weapons and their singular scents that I could not distinguish, with their pheromones swirling about the room. Mark's familiar manhood was large and was slow to reach full throttle, but others were quicker. Whichever way I looked, all I saw was cock. A tiny one peered out beneath a large man's belly to my right, while a delightfully full black cock threatened to touch my feet at the end of the bed. At my head was Mark, while to my left stood what seemed like twins; two men built like rugby players and hardly an ounce of difference in musculature between them. These two and their thick swords were what drew most of my attention, and when they started rubbing themselves, I had nowhere to look. The fat man disturbed me, the black cock was too much and made me feel giddy, and I felt Mark's was too big to stare at without showing some disdain for its veiny structure.

When they all started rubbing themselves in unison, I tried to close my eyes in horror, but Flo bade me
re-open them.

“
I've experienced Lottie's pleasures and they are great,” Mark said, shuffling his hand gently around his own manhood.

“
I bet,” I heard another say. “Flo, let's have her blown open. Let's see if she can achieve the work on her own.”

“
As you wish.”

Florence
stood beside the fat man and opened my basque all the way down. She whipped it from beneath me and left me open to all the eyes of the men in there. I was panting with shock and dare not look at myself. I felt the cold air on my breasts and stomach and felt more naked than ever before. I heard the delighted gasps from some of the men however and they grew more enthusiastic in their play. Florence then took a small knife out of a drawer behind Mark and moved back toward me to slice the thong I wore at either side of my hips. She pulled it down from under me so I was only left with stockings, suspenders and the little white pinny which sat higher up on my waist.

I hadn't realised but the table was designed with adjustable parts and
Florence held her hands at my ankles, before unclipping the underside of the bed and pushing two bits of wood apart. I was splayed as far as was comfortably possible.

“
Arouse her a little,” someone instructed.

Florence
moved to my side again and bent over to start teasing my nipples. I couldn't help but moan. She knew just how to ensure I was dealt with. I looked up at the ceiling and arched my back, my breasts pointing upward and my hips offered to the gods.

“
Kiss her body a little,” another said.

Florence
swept kisses along my throat and stomach and they felt so good. They were the fluttery, feminine little caresses of a female partner worshipping me. In the background, I heard the moans and grunts of others. It was becoming too much for them. I sensed she was heading toward what the pinny hid and I finally deigned to look down on my own body. I saw Florence's head positioned above my navel, darting her tongue inside, and above that I saw the smooth curvature of my stomach bobbing up and down with my fast breathing. My breasts were still erect despite me being laid down and I decided this was the body of another woman. It looked far too beautiful and ecstatic to be mine. Laid down and prostrate, I felt possibly more attractive and sensual than I had ever done before. The pinny was becoming an excruciatingly annoying barrier over what I now needed to be unveiled and excited. I shook about in the shackles to stretch my body so that I might spread my legs wider. The men all took a sharp intake of breath. Florence knew exactly what to do. She pressed against my crotch over the pinny and I cried out. I wasn't sure if it was an orgasm, because as quickly as she had touched me, she had withdrawn her hand. I looked down and saw a distinct wet patch on the pinny. The men were all groaning and rubbing themselves in unison, quite rigorously, and the sounds of male groans and squelching was driving me insane. The twin rugby men were menacing.

Every inch of me
was on fire, and my arousal was growing ridiculous, with my own body acting as the centre of all the men's pleasure. I could feel beads of sweat building at my lower back and at the gap between my breasts. I jiggled furiously and somehow the men's eyes were not an issue for me anymore. I simply knew I was missing out on what they were themselves enjoying. Their sinister play continued until I heard their more fractured, aggressive moans start. Florence swiftly released one of my hands and I did what my instincts told me to do. I reached down immediately and tossed the pinny aside. More noise from the gentleman. I reached two fingers inside myself and gasped, feeling relief at last as I was finally able to eradicate the painful heat inside me. With no pubic hair to impede me, it was unbelievably arousing. I even had to look down at myself and I whinnied, seeing my bald, protruding pussy lips and the sight of them deep-red and swollen driving all the men insane. I kept moving my fingers in and out, up and down, round and around. I was a madwoman with a few fingers of comforting relief. I thrust my hips as well as I could.

I made myself cum so bitterly hard that I threw my head back and lay struck by pleasure. I was absolutely delirious by that point. I still felt like there was more, but Flo locked my arm again.

“Which of the men would you like?” Florence asked, and I remember vaguely pointing in the direction of one of the rugby players. They were huge mounds of man and I wanted them.

“
Both?” Flo asked.

“
Yes,” I murmured.

“
One at a time. Greedy Lottie.”

Florence
flipped another layer at the end of the bed down so that I was splayed but with nothing between my legs to stop an intruder. The other men kept shuffling their hands along their manhoods and I considered these were practised masturbators because they had already been going at it for a long time then.

One of the rugby players moved toward me and bent down, beginning to lick my pussy. It was astounding and I was totally lost in pleasure. When he touched my breasts, I became panicky. The level of arousal was setting my heart at such a pace.
Florence must have noticed. She looked a little fearful but she couldn't intervene. I came with the force of a truck slamming into my groin and screamed, shaking the table almost off its hinges as I threw myself about. The other rugby player sheathed himself and moved to the end and I really don't remember much of what happened next. The first blow of his cock inside me was exquisite, unbridled ecstasy. He moved slowly to start with before holding my hips in his hands and thrusting like a wild man. I woke up to find my groin throbbing with heat and pleasure and cum all over me. Mark had hit my breasts and throat, while the black man had decorated a foot, and the other rugby man and the fat man soiled my thighs and hips. They all left directly and Florence released me. She took a sponge and water and cleaned me, before redressing me in the basque and pinny. My stockings were ripped where I had thrashed and they were also stained a little from the men's cum.

“
Nobody will bat an eyelid,” she said, whispering.

I began to cry
softly and she held me, holding me close.

“
Lottie, it's okay, I know how you feel.”

“
I was completely lost, Flo. I've never been like that before.”

“
Of course, but it will become more normal. And it's just that you're now coming down off a powerful wave of pleasure.”

I nodded and asked her to hold me for a whi
le. She sat in a chair and I draped myself across her lap.

“
How many times did you cum?” she asked, holding me.

“
I am not sure!” I giggled.

“
Oh my pure Lottie,” she said, stroking my hair. “You are a natural. I only came twice on my initiation.”

I thought long and hard about those words afterward.
Natural
and
initiation
. What was clear to me was that I had an imagination for this. My thoughts and ideas were what gave my pleasure flight. That I was a natural whore made me baulk. I was not that. I was simply looking… for something. And really, what was I being initiated in? I suppose, it was the possibilities. They frightened me more than anything because I realised that day, I would always want more. I would seek it from then onwards and that would be it. I was a pleasure seeker.

“
How did the men last so long?” I asked Flo.

“
Practise, my cherub. With time, you will become highly trained too. You will learn to stave off and control your pleasure.
With practise
,” she repeated.