The Stately Home

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The Stately HomeI’d made the mistake of booking a two week holiday at an English seaside resort, mostly because I hate flying, but that’s by the by.After three days of damp grey weather, and no discoverable night-life, I’d talked to the woman at reception, with whom I would have liked to spend a lot more time. She was gorgeous, but she didn’t seem to respond to my feeble chatup lines, and instead said I should book a tour of the nearby Stately Home. Not really my scene, but it would get me in out of the weather. About a dozen of us were paraded round one grand room after another, and I dawdled behind looking at some of the paintings which featured rather more nudity than the others – and got lost. In the distance I saw a woman busily polishing a table and went over. I noticed as I got closer that she had a lovely bum, in a pair of rather tight trousers. My interest perked up.“Keeping you hard at it are they? I said in a cheerful voice.“Sorry?” she said, standing up, and I noticed how tall she was.“Whoever runs that place” I said “Keeping you hard at work!”A pause. She really was very attractive. “Oh” she said. “Well, no, not really, I am whoever runs the place you see. I’m Antonia. Lady Antonia if you want to be formal about it”. Her grey eyes appraised me coolly.“Oh, Lady Antonia, I’m very sorry, I just didn’t expect to find the boss polishing the furniture. My apologies. I’m sorry, but I’ve got a bit lost. Could you show me the way out?”Another pause. She leaned against the table, crossed her arms – my, that blouse was a bit tight – and looked me up and down. “No problem at all. I’m sure I’ll be able to help you find your way. I do live here after all. Follow me”.I sensed something, but I didn’t know what. Any time with this aristocratic beauty would be well spent, and I dutifully followed her through a curtained door into a stone passageway. She walked ahead, her remarkably high heels raising echoes on the stonework, her hips swaying in that old, old rhythm. The little gentleman in my trousers was becoming interested.“It is really difficult keeping the great barn of a place going” she said “but the house has its compensations”.She led me down a flight of stone stairs.“Is this the old servants’ quarters” I said.“Yes it is” she replied. “Most of it’s unused, but we’ve done a little work in some of the rooms. Would you like to see?”This sounded a bit like a veiled invitation, and I agreed.A few more steps and she pushed open a heavy wooden door. I followed her in, and as she pushed the door shut behind me, I saw the woman from the hotel. Her hair was piled elegantly on top of her head, and she was wearing a necklace, long black latex gloves, tight thigh-length boots and nothing else at all.She was leaning against a heavy wooden St Andrews cross in what the BDSM enthusisiast would artemisbet yeni giriş probably have called heaven. All sorts of dungeon equipment were s**ttered across the big low-ceilinged room, with other toys and devices racked neatly on one stone wall.The room had a thick red carpet and my astonished assessment was cut short when Lady Antonia put one hand on my shoulder from behind and spoke into my ear.“You’ve met Beverly of course. She and I like to entertain gentleman callers here from time to time, and she though you might be suitable. Polishing the table was my way of making sure you were cut out from the herd as it were, but you made that unnecessary”.“It was the paintings”. I said in a slightly distant voice. I was still staring at Beverly and the contents of the dungeon.”All those naked women”.“Ah yes, the paintings” she said, her breath warming my cheek. “My husband has some rather, ah, sophisticated tastes. He may be joining us later. That is if you want to stay. Beverly and myself know how to give a man an exciting time, but our little games are not, as you may have guessed, for the prudish or those too boringly fixated on specific gender stereotypes”.Oh my. Gorgeous, elegant, intelligent and perverted. She moved to face me.“So” she said sharply, “do you want to stay and play? Giving you too much information about what’s going to happen would spoil it, don’t you think? What do you say”?“Without knowing just what you’re up to” I said carefully “saying yes could be a really dangerous thing to do, so yes I will please”.“Take a seat” she said, indicating a solid wooden armchair near one wall. I sat. Lady Antonia leaned over me, I caught a waft of perfume, and she buckled a cuff onto each wrist, effectively immobilising me. “For the moment you can look but not touch. These are to make sure.”She left the room.Beverly swayed towards me. One gloved hand stroked my cheek, and then moved down to unzip my trousers. She gently extracted my cock, and knelt down and took it into her mouth.As I started to harden, she stood up again, very close, straddling my legs, her shaved cunt only inches from my face, and started to stroke herself. Moving forward, she gently pinched my nipples through the material of my shirt before pulling them towards her. Nothing cruel, but I winced at the sudden sensations. My cock became that little bit more erect. Beverly let go and moved back before turning away from me. Her legs spread and she slowly leaned forward giving me a chance to watch her buttocks as they spread slightly and her finger appeared before starting to slide slowly back and forth along her now-exposed lips. Her anus seemed to wink lewdly at me.My cock grew harder still, and I tugged against the cuffs. Now I knew why I’d been secured to the chair.Beverly turned her artemisbet giriş head to give me a sly grin, stood up and moved away. She stood facing me, her head slightly to one side and a mischievous glint in her eyes. A door-latch clicked and Lady Antonia walked back into the room. She’d changed into a tightly laced black corset, stockings and high heels, with long black satin gloves. The corset had a line of buckles up the centre. Her breasts were thrust up and out and her nipples stood out proudly. Her lips and nails were scarlet and her red hair tied back with an emerald green ribbon.“Hello again” she said. I feel much more the part now. I love the way a tight corset makes you aware of its presence with every breath. I see Beverly has been keeping your ah, interest up. But you look so untidy with your clothes all over the place. Let’s have you out of that chair.”She undid the shackles and led me forward, to stand facing Beverly.They moved to stand each side of me, and started to remove my jacket. Beverly placed it neatly on a chair, and then the two women moved to stand on each side again, but this time pressed closely against me. Their hands moved over my body, though this time they kept away from my erection, and as they slowly undid the buttons on my shirt, they rubbed and pinched my nipples. Off came the shirt, and then hands slid down my chest to my beltbuckle. Once that was undone, my trousers slid down to my ankles, and my underpants, the front already tucked under my balls soon followed. I stepped out of the pile of clothing, and the two of them slid their bodies down my torso and knelt beside me to help me off with my shoes and socks, pausing to take a firm hold of my buttocks.“Nice tight arse” said Beverly, “I wonder if it would enjoy a spanking”“It’s not the only bottom that will get a spanking” said Antonia “If you don’t behave yourself”.Beverly just grinned.“Now we need to restrict your movement again” said Antonia. “I don’t want you getting out of control”.Again cuffs went on my wrists, cords through the cuffs, and the cords to ringbolts in one wall. Beverly tied them off so that I wasn’t uncomfortable, just unable to move more than a few inches. Antonia checked that the knots were secure, and cupped my right buttock with her left hand before wrapping the fingers of her satin-gloved right around my cock. A squeeze and a stroke and she moved away. She took a long silky rope from the wall, and brought Beverly over to stand in front of me. Finding the middle of the rope, she placed it behind Beverly’s neck, so that the two ends trailed down the front of her body. She tied a knot that nestled neatly between Beverly’s breasts, and drew the two ends of the rope between her legs.“We bring the rope up again, and through the loop at the top” she said. “Then artemisbet güvenilirmi bring the ends round to the front, like so, thought this neat little knot, back around again, and voila! Lovely firm breasts ready for whatever we might want to do to them!”Another couple of turns, and Beverly’s breasts were in a harness of soft rope, her cunt under constant stimulation from the rope between her legs. She was trussed but still free to move.“Now” said Antonia “ I need you to come and join the fun”Off came the cuffs, and I was led to a padded bench shaped to fit somebody in a kneeling position.Beverly was placed on it, and Antonia asked me to help tie her down. Cuffs for wrists and ankles, and broad straps over back and thighs. Face down, her head hung over one end, while the shape of the bench ensured that her bottom was raised and vulnerable.“Now Beverly” said Antonia “Take the nice gentleman’s cock in your mouth”.I shuffled forward into position and Beverly started to suck and lick my penis. I placed my hands on her shoulders and started a gentle in and out motion.“Don’t get carried away” said Antonia “ we’ve only just begun”.She moved to a shelf full of toys and selected a vibrator, which she slowly inserted into Beverly’s cunt, and used the rope to ensure it was kept snugly in place. Beverly made a “Mmmmmm!” of pleasure round my cock.Antonia then selected a crop and laid light rapid strokes onto Beverly’s backside. She squirmed and her mouth started moving more urgently on my cock.“I want to see you on the bench before long” she said to me “I’ve got some surprises in store for you. But now come round here. Beverly needs to be fucked.I was more than happy to move so that I was standing between Beverly’s legs, but Antonia, as I was beginning to suspect by now, wouldn’t be happy with just straightforward sex. She pulled down a sort of t****ze device, and, once again, my wrists were shackled, but with enough movement that I could grab the bar of the t****ze. Antonia crouched down, and my ankles were secured to another pair of cuffs attached to the end of the bench. Antonia then came round and stroked cool lubricant on my cock, before guiding it into Beverly’s arse.“Stand still” she said firmly.I couldn’t move my head much, but I heard Antonia taking down more equipment of some sort, and after a few moments I felt her hands on my arse. The gloves had gone, and she pulled my buttocks apart before sliding a finger into my bottom. I squirmed at the unexpected touch, and pushed harder into Beverly.“Stand STILL!” said Antonia, and, removing her finger, gave my backside a couple of swats with the crop.Once again her hands separated my buttocks, and then she pushed forward, sliding what could only have been a strapon dildo into my arse.“Now you’ll move only when I do” she said, and started to fuck me with long slow strokes, each time pushing me hard into Beverly, who by now was squirming herself, and making small noises of pleasure from all the different stimulation she was receiving.Then I heard the door-latch, the door opened, and a figure stepped into the room.

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