And So It Begins

"Enter," a feminine voice called out from the other side of the heavy wooden door after Marcel, the Valet knocked. When the door opened, Madame Desclos jumped up from her chair, exclaiming as she rushed around the desk, "Emilia!"

"Madame!" Emilia responded, scurrying up to embrace the older woman. A rapid flow of compliments and courtesies followed, which would probably have gone on interminably if Marcel had not coughed and cleared his throat to get the attention of the Chatelaine of the Chateau.

"Before he drove off, Master Largo told me to relay his request that we take the girl down to the basement before we show her up to her room."

Mme. Descols, whose arms were still outstretched, her hands gripping Emilia's shoulders, looked at the 'girl' (Emilia was thirty-one) in question. With a look of sadness in her eyes, she Chatelaine said in a soft voice, "And so . . . It begins. No?"

Leading Emilia down the long hallway with the arched ceiling, they sat the luggage down by the rear stairway. The male guests used the front set of stairs; the Chattel used the back stairs. As the trio descended the stone steps into the basement, and Emilia looked around, the memories of her past visits flooding her thoughts. Politely, Marcel asked Emilia to sit in a wooden armchair. All the Valets always couched their orders in exaggerated politeness. A fact that they would not hesitate to drive home to the Chateau with a backhanded slap, a violent slam down to the floor, or the whip.

She lifted the back of her thin, loose skirt when she sat down, exposing her backside to Marcel as he stood behind her with a pair of handcuffs at the ready. Emilia's bare legs were widespread, the sheer skirt draped over her crotch.

Once her arms were secured behind her back, Marcel reached around to un-button and untie her blouse. Then he stepped around to stand in front of the woman, his semi-erect cock pointed towards her. Emilia leaned forward, gripping the back of the chair for balance, and parted her lips. A few bobs of her head, her lips sealed around the phallus as she sucked on it, and the Valet's half-hard dick grew and hardened into a full blown, raging erection.

As she fellated him, she could not help wondering how many dicks she had sucked off since entering the lifestyle of The Society. Many of the men that she had blown she had not known. Not even their names. For some reason this blowjob did not feel as humiliating. Marcel had used Emilia's mouth numerous times in the past to obtain his sexual gratification. And her vagina. And her anus.

When the Valet's powerful hands reached out to cradle her head, she was not the least bit surprised. She even anticipated that he would soon be clenching his fingers, gripping her head tightly, violently jerking her head back and forth as he mouth-fucked her.

For now, she continued seesawing back and forth, her exposed breasts jiggling as she sucked the dick currently in her mouth.