The day started off like any other day for Cassandra. She was awakened by the soft kiss of the sunrise and the sound of the waves rolling up to her Malibu Beach home. Her husband, like always, had already left for work early and hadn't bothered to make love to her or even kiss her before leaving. She rose from her bed and went out on the balcony overlooking the Pacific Ocean. The same thoughts began to haunt her again--how had her life come to this, seemingly having everything...yet having nothing. Every day, an emptiness left her longing for more.
She took a deep breath and stared into the Pacific horizon. The sun's warmth and sounds of the ocean intoxicated her; the warm ocean breeze briefly ran through her negligee and caressed her breasts ever so softly. She closed her eyes and touched her loveliness and thought of how it could be...and should be! She lost herself in the moment, pleasuring herself. Her heart and mind raced as she continued to pleasure herself. She closed her eyes again and in those few precious moments she could finally see and hear and smell and taste and feel all that she wanted, all that she needed, all that she must have.
Cassandra explored herself with more and more passion with each passing second and then finally lost all control and collapsed from the pleasure. Those few moments seemed like an eternity of pleasure. Her lips gently parted, she opened her eyes, her skin still moist from the experience, her nipples still excited from her exploration of pleasure. She felt more relaxed than all the other times before and at the same time she felt a burning hunger deep inside for something different--a new life unlike any before. She knew the time had come for drastic change; her spirit needed to be renewed. There was no hiding from it any longer, not after today.
Cassandra took a shower and refocused. She got dressed in her best Versace and drove her Ferrari to Rodeo Drive to do some shopping and planning. As she began to walk down Rodeo Drive a sly smile lit up her face as she relished in the aftermath of her experience this morning. Her friend Roxanne, who lived in the Hollywood Hills had recently told her about a private erotic agency run by a friend of hers that she used from time to time when her husband was away on business. She gave Cassandra the owner's contact info and said, "When you’re ready to escape to a world of ultimate pleasure for a day, he’ll take care of you."
Today was the day. Cassandra got her iPhone out and dialed the private number Roxanne gave her. The owner of the agency answered and said he’d been expecting her call and that Roxanne had recommended a special pleasure adventure for her, and that if she was ready a limo could pick her up in a just a few minutes in Beverly Hills. Her heart started racing. She hesitated for a few seconds and finally said she was ready and to have the limo pick her up at Rodeo and Wilshire.
She found herself standing on the sidewalk at Rodeo and Wilshire, waiting. She took advantage of the moment to indulge herself in a little daydreaming and reminiscing about her many delights of the morning. Several minutes passed; the light changed to green and eventually cycled back to red. She felt oblivious to it all and lost in the moment.
Suddenly she snapped out of it as the long black limo pulled up by her side. She got into the limo and a very striking exotic-looking woman inside greeted her and offered her a drink. The woman told her that discretion and privacy was necessary for the agency and that the location of their final destination needed to be kept a secret. She gave her a fur-lined blindfold to cover her eyes and told her the drink she gave her contained a sedative to relax her. Cassandra felt a warm calm rush overtake her entire body and she gently drifted to sleep.
Cassandra awoke later. It was night. She didn't know where she was but something felt eerily familiar to her for some reason. She tried to get up but was immediately confronted with the fine silk restraints that were holding her in place; they were tight but stretched and allowed for movement but not escape. She didn't feel panicked but her entire body was drenched in the same nervous excitement she felt on many of the first dates she had with men she desired.
She was greeted by moonlight gently streaming through a large glass dome ceiling that seemed like it was at least thirty feet above her. She was lying on her back on a raised platform bed that was in the middle of a large medieval castle-like room that was lit with candles and she could hear the sound of a soft waterfall in the background and music that she was unfamiliar with but she immediately liked. A very sweet and spicy scent filled the air.
She heard a door open at the other end of the room and eight men entered one by one. Each of them very fit in his own way; some were very muscular others were less. Some had long hair and others, short but all had the body of Adonis in their own way. A partial mask covered each of their faces but she could still see in full view their lips and eyes. Her body immediately responded at the sight of them and she could feel a burning longing desire within her building with each passing second.
The men took their positions surrounding her. The first man stood behind her, the second was by her left breast, the third by her right breast. The fourth was by her left hand, the fifth by her right hand, the sixth was by her left leg and the seventh was by her right leg. She could not see the eighth man sitting in the distance, who nodded to the others his approval to begin.