My wife and her sisters are very close and once a week, they meet up for a girl’s night. The girl's nights rotate between each of the sisters’ homes and the men of the house make themselves scarce. When at our home, I usually head up to my man cave and watch a good movie or catch up with my kinky friends online.
On one such evening, my wife brought me a coffee and some home-baked muffins. She advised the girls had organised a ladies-only holiday in a couple of months. It was a three-week package holiday and such a good deal, they could not pass it up. My wife suggested that while they were on holiday, rather than remaining home alone, I should catch up with some schoolmates in the UK. "Sounds like a plan," I said.
Over the next few days, I researched travel and accommodation options and before I knew it the weeks had flown by and I was on my way.
The flight from Perth to London was long but uneventful. I caught a train from Heathrow to Hammersmith and a connecting train to Edinburgh where I had friends. The train journey was just under six hours. Upon arriving at my room, I was happy to kick off my shoes and regroup after what had been a long day.
The accommodation was an Inn centrally located in the old part of town. It was very comfortable and reasonably priced at fifty quid a night.
I lay on the bed with my iPad, contemplating how I would fill in the next day. As I lay there, I received a phone call from a friend on FetLife. He asked me if I had anything planned for the next day? He suggested we meet the next morning for coffee and breakfast in the buffet before heading out. He said he had something special in mind and to keep the entire day free.
After breakfast, we drove through and out of the city. In no time, we were weaving along narrow winding lanes through the picturesque Scottish countryside. About forty minutes later, we turned into and through a gated driveway. In the distance a beautiful old country home, gleaming white in the warm sunshine.
Upon arrival, we got out of the car and walked across the courtyard to a huge front door, the crushed limestone crunched underfoot. We entered the vestibule, then into an opulent dining room. On the far side of the room, we walked through a panelled oak door, then down a set of wide stone steps to a vaulted basement. The space having no windows was lit by flame torches in wrought iron holders mounted on the walls. The torches supplemented by numerous candles placed on oak medieval furniture around the room. In the centre of the space stood a stone altar covered with dark red velvet cloth.
As my eyes adjusted to the warm flickering light, I perceived a tall figure dressed in a red robe and matching medieval hood. I later discovered he was the High Priest. On his chest, a large round gold tree of life pendant hung from an ornate gold chain. It was only then I noticed about a dozen other male and female figures. I learned later that they were acolytes. Being of lower rank, they were dressed in black robes, each with a silver pendant, but smaller than the one worn by the High Priest. The scent of burning incense filled the air.
I looked around and realised my friend had robed up and joined the other acolytes who now formed a large circle around the altar. Two black-robed women approached me from behind. They deftly unbuttoned my shirt and undressed me. One of the ladies folded my clothes, placed them in a black velvet bag with a drawstring and took them away.