It's a Halloween
An Excerpt from Captain My Captain; Club Decadence Book 1
When
they arrived at The Club, the party was already in high gear. To Megan, it looked like any
other nightclub holding a Halloween masquerade. The guests were in costume and the decorations consisting of spider webs, jack-o-lanterns, and witches gave it a spooky and festive
feel. Upon closer inspection, Megan
quickly changed her opinion as she saw a cheerleader dancing in an extremely
short skirt, bouncing and grinding against her partner, while exposing her long
legs and quite a bit of her saucy bare bottom.
The
Doms and Dommes were wearing role appropriate costumes of powerful real and
mythical creatures; sorcerers, pirates, vampires and even a Viking wearing what
looked like a very realistic animal pelt.
The subs wore mostly skimpy, sexy costumes that complimented their Dom’s attire. She saw Robin Hood with a
sexy Maid Marian, a pirate with his scantily clad captive, a headmaster and
schoolgirl, and a caveman with his cavewoman.
The caveman wore a short animal hide draped across one shoulder exposing
his fabulous physique. His sub wore a
matching outfit with the same off the shoulder style, but her furry pelt exposed one
full breast. With respect to her barely
considered modesty, she also wore some sort of bejeweled clip covering her
nipple.
Wow!
Grinning broadly, Tony
gently placed a finger under her gaping jaw and closed her mouth. “Told you it would be fun, Angel.”
Later
that evening, Tony gave her a full tour of the members only areas, including the private rooms upstairs. They ended up in a Victorian-themed room. Not coincidentally, it matched
their period costumes of handsome Lord and housemaid—perfectly. Over the past few months, Megan had shared
many of her sexual fantasies with Tony and it appeared he planned to make the Number
One on her list come true tonight.
Megan found herself standing before the Lord of the Manor in an excellent recreation of what appeared to be a 19th
century study. A huge, gleaming,
wooden desk, almost an exact replica of the one in her fantasy, was the
predominant piece of furniture in the room.
She remembered telling Tony that she often imagined that she was a serving wench in
love with the Lord, a handsome, but lonely widower. In her fantasy, she was a down on her luck
aristocrat who had no choice but to become a servant to one of her own
class. It must have been a plot of one
of the many romance novels she'd read over the years. In her case, she dreamed of a happily ever
after where the Lord, after having his way with the beautiful servant girl, fell
madly in love with her and took her away from all of her troubles, marrying her in the end. Of late, the plot had
twisted somewhat and the servant girl found herself brought to the Lord’s study
for some much needed chastisement.
“Stand
in front of my desk, wench.”
Startled
by Tony’s commanding voice echoing through the chamber, Megan spun around to
face him, her eyes searching his. Tony
winked at her and smiled. His voice fell
as he said in a stage whisper, “Here at Club Decadence, your wildest fantasies can come true, my
love.”
Slipping
back into his role he frowned at her. “Come along now girl, do as you’re told
or it will be all the worse for you.”
Megan
moved to stand in front of the large, ornate desk. The top, she noticed, was free from any
clutter; the only item was a blotter and a feather quill that sat next to
it.
“Now
turn and face me. Put your hands behind
your back.”
Exhilarated
with the new role-play, Megan unquestioningly followed his commands.
“It
has been brought to my attention that you have been very naughty of late, my
girl. What do you have to say for
yourself?”
“But,
my Lord, I have not. I have done all of
my duties.”
“Hmm,
that is not what Mrs. Hennessey has told me.
She said you were downright sassy, slow about completing your tasks,
flirting with the groomsmen and that you even broke one of the antique vases in
the parlor.”
“I
did break the vase and I am very sorry, sir.
You can take the cost out of my pay.
As for the rest, it is certainly not true. I am slow because I am unused to my tasks,
never before having to scrub or clean.
And never would I flirt, my Lord.
My heart belongs to another.”
“Mm-hm…”
Tony murmured as he sauntered across the room, stopping a hairsbreadth away
from Megan. Looking down on her from
his imposing height, he smiled as he admired her skill at the game. He enjoyed role-playing with the right
partner. It was yet another way in which
Megan was perfect for him. “Who owns
your heart, wench? Is it the Frenchman
that I have seen loitering outside my door?
Or how about the handsome Major who has called for you several
times. Are you here to court or to
serve me, woman?”
“I
did not ask for their attention, my Lord.
Please, forgive me.”
“Well,
you certainly have been a disruption around here. Your behavior has most definitely been that
of a flirt. Why just the other day while dusting in here, I am certain you were
flaunting your breasts before me. All
that bounty can be very distracting, wench.”
Tony’s
long finger traced the low neckline of her peasant blouse, curling around the
ruffled edge and lightly dipping his fingertip into her cleavage.
“Yes,
my Lord,” she breathed, arching her back slightly to encourage him to explore
further.
“So,
you admit it… You were flirting. What about this man you profess to have given
your heart to?”
“It
is you, my Lord. I love you.”
Tony
pressed against her lush body and lifted her so she was seated on the large
desk behind her. He stepped between her
legs, spreading her knees as he slid her forward until her butt perched on the
very edge of the desk. The only thing
keeping her in place was his strong thighs and hips as he pressed his raging
erection firmly against her.
“So,
you love me, do you, sweet wench?”
She
gasped as he pulled her blouse down, securing the elasticized neckline in place
below her bare, sumptuous breasts. He
captured them both in his strong hands and bowed his head to take one firm
nipple between his lips. She arched her
back, further inviting him to take more.
“I
have to admit I love you too, wench. Why
ever would I have brought such an incompetent servant into my home
otherwise? You can’t clean, you can’t
cook, so I sure as hell hope you can fuck!”
He
laughed as she hummed with embarrassment, enjoying how easy it was to keep his
shy little Angel off guard. Smiling against
her skin, his mouth moved to her other breast and sipped at the rigid peak.
Suddenly,
he reached behind her and swept the desk clean with one fast swish of his arm. “I’ve always wanted to do that,” he whispered
in Megan’s ear, slipping role for just a second.
She
giggled, thrilled at his playful mood.
He then stood and flipped his naughty wench over so that her stomach and
bare breasts were against the smooth mahogany surface.
“Oh,
my Lord.” Megan groaned with pleasure, having no problem keeping up her
role of submissive housemaid. “It will
be my pleasure to serve you and receive your discipline.”
She
sighed as she felt her skirt slide up in the back, the cool air hitting her
warm thighs and ass and wafting across her pussy that was encased in damp, blue
fabric.
“Very
well, but it you want to serve and please me, we will need to establish some
rules. Number one—undergarments are not
allowed.” He quickly pulled them
down and off her as he spoke. Megan gasped as his
hand instantly returned to grab handfuls of her flesh, tapping the large anal plug he'd inserted several hours earlier. “Such an obedient
lass. You look good enough to eat.”
“Yes,
please, my Lord.” She begged.
Laughing, Tony slapped her exposed ass in a playful, but stinging swat. “Greedy little wench, no treats until after
your punishment. Then I will see to your
pleasure. I want to take it slow and make
this an evening we’ll not soon forget.”
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Don't forget to visit the other blogs for some sexy snippets and some longer Halloween treats. Enjoy it! The headmistress doesn't bend the rules often.
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