“Mildred, Graduation is two weeks away, what shall we plan as festivities?”

I answered my adorable husband, “It’s all taken care of, James. Don’t worry your head about it.”

“What do you mean? How can’t I worry about it? Do you realize that this will be our showpiece which will set the tone and demonstrate our capabilities? It’s critical that our patrons see us at our best so they can spread the word.”

“Relax, James. Your role will be to do what you do best. All the rest is taken care of.”

“What I do best? What’s that?”

“Well, glad-hand the bigwigs who will be there, flirt with the ladies and…help His Highness pass out the diplomas.”

“What diplomas? Why are we not discussing things together? And who is taking care of things? Why am I not included?”

“Now there is a heap of questions. Okay… let me fill you in but on one condition.”

“What condition?”

“That you not interfere. James, I love you. You are a great headmaster; however, your sense of taste is abysmal.”

“Abysmal?”

“Stop asking questions, James. Let me tell you what we are doing.”

“Uhh… very well.”

“I have organized the students and other instructors into a Graduation and Yearbook Committee. They will do the planning and organization under my supervision. When the agenda is ready, it will be submitted for our review. So do you agree?”

“Let’s get back to abysmal.”

“Abysmal, dreadful, awful, terrible, frightful, atrocious, disgraceful, deplorable, shameful, hopeless, lamentable. James, your taste in women, is sublime and what you do to them and with them is truly masterful. However, your taste when it comes to clothes, decoration, and things of the sort is all abysmal. If I did not lay out your clothes in the morning, you would wear a boater with tails and maybe spats and knickerbockers to complement your look.”

“Now, Millie, it’s not that bad.”

“Yes, it is. So leave the esthetics to the students and me.”

“Can I at least see the agenda?”

“Yes but no modifications without my authorization.”

“Bossy woman! Just wait till I get you in the dungeon.”

“You know how much I love what happens in the dungeon. I’ll look forward to it, but for now here’s the proposed agenda.”

Graduation Exercises

The Sexual Academy

Reception of dignitaries by Headmaster and Headmistress (Champagne Cocktails) Main Foyer

Address to graduates by His Royal Highness the Prince of Wales

Light Entertainment by diva Marie Lloyd singing ‘Wink the Other Eye.’

BDSM Presentation by Master Jonathan (Dungeon)

Presentation by Mlle. Emmanuel (Selected Patrons to Participate)

Music, Dancing, Refreshments, Etc. (All attendees and graduates to participate)

“So what do you think, my love?" I asked, “Is that satisfactory?”

“What the hell is the, Etc.?”

Use your imagination, darling. Remember who the guests are. Now, what do you think the, Etc. will be?”

“Oh! Oh my, I get it. So you foresee a group orgy?”

“Absolutely! Now come here and give me my reward.”

With that, he scooped me up in his arms and climbed the staircase to our bedroom. By the time we were at the top of the stairs, James had managed to strip off every vestige of my clothing, and he was well on his way to being in the same state. He burst into our bedroom and threw his me on the bed, causing Snuggles, our pet Corgi, to scamper off the bed where he had been enjoying a postprandial nap.

With James, there were no half measures when it came to sex. A more enthusiastic lover no woman could imagine. He was in my arms in seconds using his whole body to further arouse my senses.

James was indeed a master at the art of love in that to him it was the joy of his life. To reach that joy he was a supreme strategist. He had once told me he had studied Sun Tzu’s famous text ‘The Art of War’ and to him, each lovemaking bout was a battle to be won. “When the enemy is relaxed, make them toil. When full, starve them. When settled, make them move,” was one of his favorite quotes and he indeed employed those tactics while playing women like a violin.

Lying next to me, James used his lips and fingers to relax me with long sensuous kisses and gentle stroking of my stiff nipples. The more I relaxed, the more I wanted him. I reached down and grasped his long thick cock and started stroking it. He pulled away and kept toying with my breasts and pussy with no apparent haste.

Each time I moved, he pushed me back flat on my back. I was now just a bitch in heat. I wanted him inside me. What I wanted was James to ravage my naked body, but he was merciless and kept up the teasing for what seemed to be hours with fingers and lips at my most intimate parts.

Sensing him relax, I rolled him onto his back and straddled that marvelous cock, impaling myself to the hilt. I felt every glorious inch thread its way into my soaking pussy. Riding him like one of the furies, I attempted to milk his essence. He lay back and toyed with my nipples as I humped up and down until I finally exploded in a climactic orgasm.

I just sat there exhausted and panting while he just lay back and smiled at me. My pussy was starved and wanted to feel his seed fill me. No sooner had I stopped when James rolled me onto my back; splaying my thighs, he started his attack.

He drove his cock into my dripping sheaf with fury. Here was a man whose only thought was conquest. With single-minded fury, he attacked my pussy reaming every inch with his magnificent cock. I could feel every ridge, every vein as it thrust in and out of my core. I immediately started to cum.

As he ravaged me, I rode wave after wave of bliss. My body was a writhing mess under him, my ass lifting to meet his every thrust. After my third consecutive orgasm, I lay panting flat on my back. My body felt like jelly and must have looked the same as I quivered from head to foot.

His cock was still rock hard and pinning me to the bed. James got that look in his eyes as he slid his hands under my hips and grabbed my ass. James was incredibly strong. He proceeded to stand with me in his arms and impaled on his cock. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his hips and my arms around his neck as I felt his pelvis slamming into mine.

Despite myself, I felt my needy pussy begging for more. James drove into me repeatedly with piston-like strokes arousing me to new heights. I could feel him throbbing deep inside as his cock brushed my cervix with each thrust.

He was cupping my ass when he suddenly thrust a finger into my rectum, sending me over the moon. I could feel his cum coating my tender inner tissues as he came. My own orgasm contributed to the flow of juices dripping out of me.

He had again conquered all my defenses. When he set me down weak-kneed, I clung to him and kissed him with all the passion of a thoroughly sated and satisfied woman.

ooOOoo

The big day was finally here, the Academy’s First Graduation Ceremony. The excitement was palpable in the students. After today’s rite, the graduates would rejoin the patrons who had sent them to us. They were eager to demonstrate their skills and talents.

The guests started to arrive and were welcomed to the main foyer by James and myself while selected students served flutes of champagne and canapes. In the midst of this assembly Lord Abercrombie, Shelagh’s original patron arrived, much to our surprise.

He proceeded to confront Shelagh, demanding that she go with him. The poor girl looked flustered and almost in tears when James went to handle the disturbance.

Snuggles barked and snapped at Abercrombie as he sensed this was not a friend of his new best friend.

“Abercrombie, I’ve said you were not welcome back into these premises,” James stated.

“It’s Lord Abercrombie to you,” he retorted.

“Whatever it is, you are no Lord in my humble opinion. I want you out of here. If you do not leave, I will have you escorted out.” James fumed.

Abercrombie made to lay his hands on James when from behind him came an, “Ahem! What seems to be the problem?”

Abercrombie snarled without turning, “Whoever you are, mind your own business.”

The voice said, “But it is my business if it concerns Shelagh.”

In a rage, Abercrombie turned and stood there slack-jawed as he recognized who had intervened.

“Your Royal Highness!” He gulped as he recognized the Prince of Wales.

“Abercrombie, I know who you are and what you did to that poor girl. You are unfit to be a Lord of the realm. I will be keeping an eye on you from now on. Make no mistake; what you did is abhorrent to me. Any repetition will see you sent to gaol. As for Shelagh, she is now my protégé. You will be reimbursed for the fees you paid for her training. Now be a good lad, have some champagne and sit and watch the graduation. You might learn something.”

Red under the collar, Abercrombie was left with no choice but to slink to a remote corner and grouse.

ooOOoo

James went to a raised platform at one end of the hall and rang a small bell to capture everyone’s attention.

“Lords, Ladies, and Gentlemen. Graduates and others,” he intoned casting a baleful eye on Abercrombie, “I have the pleasure of introducing our guest speaker His Royal Highness, The Prince of Wales.”

To loud applause and cries of, “Bravo, Bertie,” he stepped up to the platform.

“Lords, Ladies, Gentlemen, it gives me great pleasure to be here among you. I realize that my sainted mother the Queen would, to say the least, be scandalized to see me here. So remember mum’s the word. I seek to liberate as many of us from the false morality that surrounds us. Yes, I am a hedonist and think this whole world would be a better place if no false guilt and shame would attend the acts of joy and pleasure undertaken by all consenting adults. That said, it pleases me to present the graduates with their diplomas.”

With that, James started calling the graduates up to the stage. They were a sight to behold. Their robes were colored to match their preferences. Pink to indicate they were lesbian, blue to indicate bisexual, black to show a preference for the opposite sex. Also, the tassels on their mortarboards were colored white for submissives and black for Dominants.

The boys wore tight black trousers that left nothing to the imagination as to the size of their penises. Meanwhile, the girls wore thigh-high stockings and bustiers color coordinated to their gowns. They had made cutouts to permit their nipples to be exposed.

The assembled guests applauded wildly as they filed in to take their places in front of the dais where Bertie was waiting to present them with their diplomas. This, to the accompaniment of Marie Lloyd, star of the stage, singing her trademark song, ‘Wink the Other Eye.’

As James announced each name the graduate came up and received his or her diploma from the hands of His Royal Highness. The boys got a warm handshake while the girls got a hug and sometimes a tweak of the nipple or a pat on the arse from him.

When Shelagh came up to collect hers, she was accompanied by Snuggles, our Corgi. The dog sat at her feet and looked up at the Prince until Bertie got the hint that more than a pat on the ass was required. The Prince smiled down at Snuggles and gave him a wink before embracing Shelagh, culminating in a passionate kiss.

I glanced over at Abercrombie standing in the corner of the room. The man seemed as if he was going to have an apoplectic fit.

The graduates then returned to sit with their sponsors while James took to the center stage.

“Lords, Ladies, and Gentlemen, let the festivities begin,” he announced. “The Grand Salon is now open, you will find a cozy atmosphere where you can celebrate with your protégé. Please note that there are refreshments and a hot-and-cold buffet for those who need or will need sustenance. Feel free to indulge your passions subject to only one rule. If you wish to interact with any other person, please do. However, remember that you need to ask and that a 'no' means No!”

“Before you go, let me call onstage Master Jonathan, our dungeon master and Mlle. Emmanuel, our resident lesbian submissive slut. Both of them will be available for your pleasure. Come up and show yourselves to our guests.”

Master Jonathan strode up looking very debonair in tight-fitting black trousers, a snow-white shirt, and glistening black shoes. Emmanuel wore her signature black skin-tight latex panties and bustier which molded every inch of her sensational body. Her long legs were clad in sheer black hose, and open-toed sandals shod her feet.

Jonathan addressed the assembly first. “I invite those of you who might be interested in joining me in the dungeon, where I will demonstrate the ancient art of Shibari, also known as Japanese bondage. Participants who wish to experience this will be guaranteed to reach peaks of passion they will not have experienced before.”

Emmanuel spoke next. “I will be more than happy to submit myself to the pleasure of any Lady who wants to experience the joy of having a female slave at her disposal. Please note, Ladies only. We will be in the small dungeon next to where Master Jonathan will be working. As a special and one time only favor I will allow His Highness to join us for a brief moment at the end. I promised him I would show him how I get into this costume,” she announced with a broad wink at Bertie.

As the guests proceeded to the different venues, James came up to me. “Congratulations, darling, our guests seem to be enjoying themselves,” he said.

“Well thank you, kind Sir, now what shall you and I do? Would you like to participate or spectate?”

“How about a little of both. Let’s visit the dungeons first and then decide.”

With that, we made our way to the larger dungeon where Master Jonathan was explaining some of the subtler points of BDSM to an already assembled group. As we walked in, he gave us a wink and continued to tell the group his thoughts on the subject.

“So as I have clearly explained, BDSM is not about pain. It is about sexual stimulation. The submissive wants to be controlled and made to feel her vulnerability. She must want to be bound and edged until she finally is allowed to have her release. Men or women who indulge in the practice end up with much stronger orgasms than they would normally have. Now, do I have any volunteers who would like to have this experience?”

There was a murmur of voices from the group and some discussion when one of the patrons who had sent us a young man to be trained spoke up, “I’m willing as long as Thomas my protégé can take part in the exercise,” she said pointing out a tall, handsome, dark-skinned young man.

“I see,” said Master Jonathan. “And what is your name, my Lady?” 

“Lady Harriet Mordaunt,” she answered.

“Well, Harriet, if you want to be serviced by the two of us I will be most happy to accommodate you as I am sure this young man will be. Take off your clothes!’” Master Jonathan instructed with a broad wink to Thomas.

“What? Here in front of all these people?” Harriet expostulated.

“Yes! Right here right now. You are going to show us what a slut you can be. Now strip.”

Red-faced, Harriet started to take off her clothes revealing her charms to all of us. She had an exquisite body exhibiting long legs with a nicely rounded arse, breasts that were full and capped by prominent pink nipples. Her face was suffused with shame as this picture of typical British beauty with high cheekbones and doe-like eyes, which at that moment were downcast, obeyed her instructions.

She was attempting to shield her charms by covering them with one arm crossed over her breasts and the other shielding her mons.

“Hands at your sides and legs spread,” ordered Master Jonathan.

She demurred till Jonathan gave her a sharp slap on her arse cheek. She yelped at the impact and reluctantly obeyed, revealing a delightful pussy with full lips which were glistening with a sheen of wetness. Her pubic hair was sparse and blonde and the same shade as her hair which Master Jonathan proceeded to undo till it cascaded over her shoulders. He walked around her, surveying her body while licking his lips lasciviously.

Reaching down, he lightly fingered her pussy and coated it with some of her juices. Bringing his fingers up, he presented them to her mouth and held them there until she parted her lips and cleaned them of all traces of herself.

“Now, slut, I’m going to tie you up so Thomas and I can use you as we see fit. If at any point you want to halt the proceedings, all you have to do is say the word ‘Red.’ You are not allowed to cum until I give you permission to do so. Understand?”

“Yes.”

“You are to refer to me as Master or Sir from now on. Understood?”

“Yes.”

Five quick slaps on her rounded behind later, Master Jonathan asked, “Yes, who?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Now isn’t that a Good Girl?” he asked Thomas, who grinned widely and with a gleam in his eye nodded back to him.

“Now, slut, lie down on the floor here. We will proceed to bind you.”

Harriet promptly complied. Master Jonathan proceeded to bring out ropes and wind them around her body. Her legs were spread wide. Each leg was tied to her arms which were stretched out behind her. Her back arched and a collar was attached to her neck and fastened to ropes around her midriff forcing her to hold her head up.

Master Jonathan attached more ropes which hung from a pulley in the ceiling to the harness he had created around her belly and pulled her up till she was hanging from the ceiling entirely bound and exposed.

He stepped back and explained to the watching audience that now she was ready for whatever he and Thomas wished to do to her. He could raise and lower her as he required and her holes were fully available for whatever they wanted to do to her.

“Now, slut Harriet, we are ready to begin. Just remember, no cumming until I tell you that you may. Thomas, you go stand in front of her and play with her tits. I want you to pinch those nipples and make them ache. You’ll see she'll love it.”

With that, he moved between her splayed thighs and started fingering her pussy. Soon she started moaning; her whole body swayed on the ropes as both her tits and her pussy were toyed with by the two men.

Meanwhile, James had slipped his hand up under my dress and was fingering me with enthusiasm. Glancing down at him, I could see his cock tenting his pants. What’s good for the gander came to my mind as I undid the buttons of his fly and popped his cock out of his pants. I fondled him lovingly as I reveled at the feeling of what his fingers were doing to my pussy and arse. Soon I could feel the head of his cock leaking pre-cum while my hand glided up and down his shaft. “Don’t make me cum now,” he whispered to me. “I think I am going to need all my energy tonight.”

“You have plans, have you?” I asked.

“Yes, darling and some of them include you,” he sniggered.

We both looked over at Harriet as now her moans intensified. Master Jonathan had two fingers ravaging her fully open pussy while Thomas was now similarly treating her arsehole. Juices were dripping from her and forming a puddle under her body. The way she was moaning we could tell that she was very close to having an orgasm.

Without warning, Master Jonathan pulled out his fingers and started spanking her butt. That seemed to cool off her ardors in a trice. He motioned to his assistant to keep frigging her arse as he stepped in front of her.

Lifting her head, he looked her in the eyes. “Are you enjoying this, Harriet?”

“Yes, Master, but I need to cum,” she answered.

“You’re not ready yet. Before I permit an orgasm, you will have to plead and beg as you never have in your life. Now open your mouth; my cock needs relief and that you will provide by sucking it into that pretty mouth of yours.”

“But I have never done that. I don’t know how.”

He looked at his assistant, Thomas, and told him to spank her now-reddened arse some more.

“Now that is for not saying Sir to me. Now open your mouth and get ready to take my cock.”

“Sorry, Sir.”

She gingerly parted her lips as Master Jonathan stroked his cock across her face before placing it between her lips. “Use your tongue and lick it till it glistens with your saliva.”

He proceeded to use her tongue as a washrag to lick every inch of his rampant erection. Slowly, when it was thoroughly wet, he fed his cock into her mouth. We saw it disappear into her inch by inch till her nose was resting against his pubic hair. When she started to gag he withdrew to give her a chance to breathe before repeating the operation. Each time he did, those watching could see the shape of his cock in her throat, and each time she managed to hold it down for a longer time.

Tears were streaming down her face and saliva was drooling from her lips when her Master started to stroke it in and out of her mouth faster till we heard him give a massive grunt and saw her throat muscles swallowing what must have been a gigantic load of cum.

Pulling out he said to her, “Good Girl. That was an excellent beginning. Now your Thomas is going to need the same service performed for him. Come here, lad.”

Thomas extracted his fingers from her butt and went to stand in front of her. It was apparent he was ready to have his cock sucked. His glistening black cock was fully erect as he extended it towards her mouth. This time she needed no urging and gobbled it down in an instant.

For the first time, I really noticed the other people in the room and smiled. The spectacle was having a substantial effect on all of them as they were now joined together in pairs and threesomes. The sexual acrobatics being performed would have inflamed even the most jaded.

Master Jonathan was now positioned behind Harriet and was inserting lubrication into her gaping arsehole. His fingers were rubbing it in thoroughly. Done, he returned to toying with her dripping pussy and this time was also pinching her clit which was fully extended from her hood. Each time he felt she was close to cumming he would alternately spank either her arse cheeks or her pussy.

Her pussy lips were now dark red. As Jonathan spanked her clit, you could hear her yelp though her mouth was stuffed full of cock.

Young Thomas came with a massive grunt and filled her mouth with his essence. She swallowed valiantly but it was too much; some of it spilled out from her parted lips when he withdrew. A long string of cum connected her mouth to the tip of his penis. He ordered her to clean him thoroughly.

“Did she do a good job, Thomas?” asked the Dungeon Master.

“Yes, it was excellent, Master Jonathan. I loved her warm mouth around me. I feel she is going to spend many hours in the future with her mouth around my cock. Did you like that, Harriet?”

”Yes,” she mumbled.

A flurry of slaps to her behind elicited a stream of cries from her. Master Jonathan asked, “Yes. What?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. Now, Thomas, we are going to untie her and set her down on the floor.”

He proceeded to lower her to the ground and untied the knots and removed the ropes from around her body. He handed her a damp washcloth to wipe her face. When she tried to use it to clean her pussy, he stopped her and told her just her face and upper body which by this time was coated with her sweat.

He told her to kneel on the ground with her legs spread and her arse in the air. Producing a spreader bar, he clamped her ankles to each end of the bar and then her wrists to her ankles. He instructed Thomas to slide his body under hers and to line his cock up with her pussy. Once Thomas was in position he spread the bar even further which lowered her pussy down till everyone could see  Thomas's cock sliding into her tight sheath.

“Now, slut, you are going to get fucked like you never have been before. You are not to cum till you are told you may. Stop squirming. Since both of us have already cum, we are going to pound you for a long time. Understand, no cumming before you are told.”

“Yes, Sir. Both of you, Sir?”

“Yes, both of us. You have two holes we can use. I assure you both will be well used.”

With that, he positioned himself behind her and thrust his cock into her gaping arse. She gave a muffled cry as his cock passed through her tight sphincter muscle and he kept pressing forward till he was wholly ensconced in her well-lubricated rectum.

Soon both men were thrusting into her warm holes from opposite directions. What had started as pain now transformed itself into pleasure as evidenced by the wriggling of her bum. She was moaning continually and at the same time kissing Thomas who was lying under her.

Each time she seemed to get close to cumming Master Jonathan spanked her now rosy red arse.

“I need to cum, Master," she pleaded.

“Not yet, slut. Not till I tell you.”

Her body was visibly quivering as she fought to hold herself in check. Both men were now pounding fiercely into her and judging from their reactions were not that far from their own climax.

“Please, Sir, let me cum,” she pleaded over and over to be answered by silence only punctuated by the grunts of both men.

Finally, Master Jonathan let out a roar and yelled, “Now cum, you slut.”

With a wail, Harriet came. Juice spurted out of her pussy as both men drenched her holes with their hot seed.

The three of them were panting and trying to regain their breathing. Master Jonathan released her, and the three of them lay on the floor enlaced in each other’s arms.

I turned to James and told him I had better check on Emmanuel. As he turned to join me, I said to him he was not invited to that venue and that he had better supervise what was taking place in the main salon.

His features took on a wide grin as he suddenly realized what was happening upstairs and the benefits he would enjoy. I, in turn, scuttled to the smaller dungeon, dropping my clothes as I went, in search of some much-needed relief for the tingling in my pussy.

As I opened the door, my jaw dropped. Mlle. Emmanuel was tied flat on her back to a bench with three women around and on her. Her arms were bound to the bench’s legs while her own legs were parted open for the enjoyment of her tormentors.

Lady Catherine was sitting on her face and rubbing her pussy across the bound woman’s face. Emm’s tongue was doing its best to climb deeply up Catherine’s pussy. As this was going on Lady Agatha had a double-ended dildo stuffed in her pussy with the other end firmly ensconced up Emm’s arsehole, which she was rogering with enthusiasm. Cum was dripping out of Agatha’s pussy and leaking out of Emm’s which served to lubricate the dildo.

Emm’s luscious titty flesh was being mauled by Lady Susan who alternated between sucking those magnificent nipples and tweaking Emm’s prominent clit with pinches and slaps. The moans and cries which were escaping from Emm’s mouth filled the room when Catherine changed position and freed Emm’s mouth from her pussy.

It was apparent to me that the four of them had been at it for the whole time I had been watching next door. They looked up as I entered. “Ladies, are you enjoying yourselves?” I asked.

Catherine eyes glazed at that moment and she sprayed a torrent of cum into Emm’s upturned waiting mouth. Panting, she responded, “Millie, where did you find her? She is absolutely fantastic. I think we all have cum at least three times.”

She stood up, getting off Emm’s face. Cum was dripping down her thigh. Emm lay there mumbling, “Please… Please… I need to cum so bad.”

“Not yet, you slut. First I need you to service me. If you do a good job, maybe we will let you cum,” I said.

I took the three women aside and gave each of them their instructions.

Returning to Emm, I straddled her face with my pussy over her mouth. Before I could lower myself, she asked, “Am I going to be allowed to cum, Mistress?”

“As I told you before, slut, that will depend on your performance. Don’t you even think of cumming till I permit it.”

She did not respond but took my hips and moved them up till my arse was lined up with her mouth. I felt Emm’s velvety tongue lick and probe my rear hole. I soon found myself opening up as the tongue slowly forced itself into my arse.

Emm simultaneously wrapped her hands around my thighs, pulling me tight and allowing her fingers to play with my pussy and clit. I was in heaven.

The three fellow tormenters were busy edging the poor girl. They had taken a position in front of her and beside her. Catherine was running a feather around and into her pussy tickling her sensitive inner tissues, while Agatha was rubbing and teasing her clit making our victim writhe in ecstasy, however, giving her pussy a sharp slap from time to time to stop her from having a climax.  

Susan was at the side and was alternating between kissing and licking Emm’s bountiful breasts and nipples while kissing me passionately. I knew that she could not last for long given the stimulation of this evening. I felt my juices well up in my pussy and was at her edge.

“Now make me cum, you slut,” I yelled. I felt Emm redouble her efforts and her tongue was entirely swallowed into my now gaping arse hole. Emm’s fingers redoubled their fury on my pussy and clit.

I ordered my acolytes to make Emm cum. They too now furiously worked their magic on Emm’s pussy, clit, and arse as I moaned.

My whole body arched back, and in the midst of my moans, I flooded Emm’s mouth with a downpour of my juices.

“Cum, you slut,” I ordered and watched as the three assistants lapped at both of Emm's holes as she exploded in the most violent orgasm I had ever witnessed. Emm’s lower body was heaving against their mouths as she sprayed their faces with her hot cum.

I climbed off of Emm’s face to join the others in sampling that thick creamy mixture that was gushing out. We rewarded the poor girl with a new tongue, mine, to keep her cumming. We took her through four successive orgasms when finally she pleaded with us to stop.

Her body was coated with sweat and cum as she lay there utterly exhausted. The partners in crime untied her arms and lavished kisses on her telling her she was fantastic.

Emm responded to the kisses and slowly stood up on shaky legs.

“Thank you. You all were marvelous lovers. I am so happy that I was afforded the opportunity of pleasuring you,” she said. We all took turns hugging, kissing, and caressing her.

There was a knock on the door to the dungeon. “Who’s there?” I called out.

“Bertie and Shelagh.”

I cast an inquiring look at Emm. She blushed and said, “Well, I told him he could see me put on my outfit. I guess I’ll have to.”

“Come in,” I called out. Bertie walked in, arm in arm with Shelagh, followed by Snuffles who seemed to be following his best friend wherever she went.

Emm, blushing, did a small curtsy. “Your Highness, I am a woman of my word, so if that is your wish, I will now show you how I don those latex garments.”

“Thank you, my dear. I appreciate it. I must say that seeing you this way I regret that your orientation is what it is as you have a truly delightful body. I respect your wishes, but just let me feast my eyes on your charms for a few moments.”

He proceeded to walk around her while scrutinizing her. She smiled, and the exhibitionist streak in her took over. She posed lasciviously for him, presenting every facet of her charms to his lustful eyes.

Lady Catherine, who was one of his paramours said, “Bertie, you must have her come to your parties. We would adore having her there to take over when you men are too exhausted to keep up with us women.”

Both Agnes and Susan chimed in to voice their enthusiasm at the idea.

Bertie looked at them raising his eyebrows, “That good?”

“Oh yes,” the three voiced in unison. “Better than good.” 

“Would you enjoy that?” he said turning to Emm.

“Your Highness, I am yours to command as long as my role would be pleasuring and being pleasured by the ladies.”

“We have a deal then. Now show me how you perform this incredible feat of fitting yourself into those incredibly tight items.”

Emm wiped her body down with a wet towel, dried herself and proceeded to apply talcum powder to her body. She shimmied into her latex panties one inch at a time, giving the group an incredible reverse strip show. Once on, every detail of her arse and pussy were accentuated by the panties which were so tight they seemed painted on. Slipping the bustier over her head, Emm repeated the process until it was on. Her tits were presented to everyone in their full glory. Her nipples were tenting the latex most delightfully.

Bertie shook his head in amazement. “My dear, you are delectable both naked and clothed. Thank you for permitting me to see this,” he said graciously as he took Shelagh’s arm and walked out the door.

I followed Bertie, leaving Emm and the other women sitting amicably on the sofa and quaffing flutes of champagne as they recovered from their exertions.

Going up to the main salon, I found that the lights had been lowered and that couples and threesomes were entwined throughout the room. The scene was reminiscent of a Roman orgy. Glancing around, I would swear that all the positions of the Kamasutra were being portrayed by the guests and students.

The band was playing soft music and any dancing being done was in the horizontal position. Moans and cries kept time with the music. The air was redolent with the smell of sex.

I found James sitting on a sofa with Lady Jennie and Bertie. Shelagh was at Bertie’s feet and playing with Snuggles. Joining them, James looked up at his me. "Did you have a good time, my love?”

“Yes. That Emm is extraordinary. How about you, my darling?”

“Absolutely! Jennie was most kind in comforting me in your absence,” he said with a devilish gleam in his eye.

“I’ll bet,” I responded with a smile. “Did Jennie leave you enough energy to take care of me?”

“Millie, James is inexhaustible. I feel worn out while he is still raring to go,” she said pointing to his erection straining the front of his trousers. “Well, we have to go. Bertie is taking me home. Thank you both for a most enjoyable evening.”

“Before we go, I would hate to see Shelagh deprived of her friend,” said Bertie pointing to Snuggles who was on his back with his belly being rubbed by Shelagh. “How would you feel if he spent part of his week at my place? I would bring him back to visit his lady love periodically.”

James looked at me then turned his eyes to Shelagh, whose big eyes were pleading. I knew that his answer would be affirmative. He gave his assent, and Shelagh leaped up and smothered him with kisses.

Finally, the four of them left for Bertie’s waiting carriage. We accompanied them to the door and watched the coach draw away. Bertie positioned himself in the middle with an arm around each woman’s shoulder.

I turned to James. “Come, my inexhaustible darling. Show me what you can do for me.”

Joining hands, we retired to our bedroom.

Edited by JefferyB