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The week passed, some days galloped, some crawled, Mark missing only three night of passion in the whole seven days though she blew him anyway, refusing him full access by saying, ”it was her period” and that “it was timed to perfection!” He arrived early from work on that Friday, packed the necessary items in a small suitcase into his range rover, then after a meal neither really had the stomach for, he bathed her gently, noting her period had dried up rather conveniently. It was he knew well timed as she would be at her most fertile on the night of ‘the wedding.’ Neither saying much, so after drying her with those big fluffy towel`s she so loves, he talcum powdered her lovely body, both knowing full well it would be the last time for a whole month that he would handle her soft breasts, or caress her lovely clitoris.
She dressed in lacy white underclothes, that she had picked with me Alibodge Eddy her scribe, my one sexual titbit when she is going on an adventure, (her having enlightened me in strict confidence that morning, knowing I fret over her in her absence and no doubt loving the thought), she having told me over “coffee by PM” of her worries, hopes and sadly of her fears. It was a great honour to be so trusted, us never having met! It was further a joy to pick these things from her wardrobe both for today and for the special occasion to come, the wedding ceremonial insemination.
It was going to be a long hard road for Marc and myself, though in his case he was going to have a sexual companion to ease the waiting. I, like Marc, knew that we would have no contact for four or five weeks, though Marc would see but not be allowed to communicate with Mya, on that mid-term club night, and would no doubt, I hoped, enlighten me as to her situation, on his return home.
The next part of this story I have had to piece together from the whole months disjointed memories Mya has now given me, and scraps, ( she couldn’t keep notes or a diary) and odd bits I have gleaned from Marc, who`s good man, but not the world`s best communicator, well not with me anyway… hint, hint Marc…
A track suit was to be the covering to the soft white underclothing, for propriety sake on the journey and Marc, at her insistence mailed me picture`s both with and without the suit before they left. (don’t bother asking, I`m not sharing them, they are especially for me!)
According to Marc later, the drive was all Friday night traffic, which with the butterflies and so on, it was a long, long trip. They turned into the estate, him driving, and near the gate off came the track-suit, then she sat quietly awaiting her fate as he drove into the yard and was met by ‘The Whip’ stood in the waiting to meet them. He parked the car so it could leave easily, and, Mya was asked to stand naked but for her underclothing so the members could see her. This she did standing in bra and knicker only, in the middle of a busy yard as members arrived, parked, then went off indoors. At the little man`s insistence, they followed him into the building through the kitchen entrance, the two cooks eyes following them, or at least her, all the way out of their vision.
He made them wait in a big anti-room, the surgery in one direction, and the main meeting room in the other. They, had seen ceremony’s here before, one a real wedding, vicar and all! but three had been vasectomies, the secured young men finding the pain of the vasectomy op more in the mind than fact, each having injections of pain killers first though it had been to Marc`s mind, brutal and there had been a tattoo or two, the tattoos much more civilised! This time though, they were the ‘stars.’
Nerves were on edge, as they sat, holding hands and exchanging glances as numerous voices assembling in the big room next door, soon the little man returned, fitted a collar and lead to Mya, then made them stand nervously waiting, till the door was knocked. The little man then leading the pair into the bigger room, Marc towing his wife like a dog on a leash.
Sat round was every member of the committee and some of their partners. Eyes bored into the pair, as the little man stepped off to one side.’ The Pole` stepped forward, ‘Alex’, standing off to one side and a stunning naked brunette on the other carrying a tray of leather cuffs and small brass padlocks. Marc`s eyes distracted for a moment, lingering as he eyed up this wonderful woman, it was not un-noticed by Mya.
‘The Pole’ took Mya`s hand and ‘The Whip’ slid one of the cuff`s around her wrist, clipping it in place and locking it with a padlock from the tray. Each extremity was treated in the same way, Mya presenting arms and legs one after the other, willingly it must be said! A short chain between the ankle cuffs, now stopped her from taking a full-length step, ‘The Whip’ removing her bra, (his one show of enjoying his work,) before her cuffs were clipped together to secure her hands behind her.
Marc stepped forward, then knelt handed the lead to Alex, saying “Yours sir for the whole month, do to her as you will, but please return her unharmed, though if she is pregnant by you or another, It would be my pleasure sir!”
Alex nodded, saying, “She is a hansom woman, if we can inseminate her believe me, we will, her belly will be flooded well, and it will be a pleasure to use her bareback. I, and after the final wedding night, some of the other male members of this committee will do our utmost for you in that regard and she then will be returned full, regardless of her discomfort, I suspect marked as well used, but otherwise not permanently damaged!”
Marc replied that, “he thanked her tempory husband and the committee, then in exchanged received the lead of a ‘lady for the month,’ a tall brassy looking blond, named ‘Nina’ who was one of Alex`s regular partners! She was a volunteer, a lady of 41 summers, who was known to go like a rabbit and loved being used, shared and degraded. She was naked bar a pair of thin panties. The heavy misuse as such of a lady of course, not being Marc`s line, he being a voyeur, but he knew of folks he worked and traded with, who would love to oblige and help him out, it would do the company no harm to share a few gratis gratuities in the form of Nina, and it would help out as it oiled the wheels of business!
However, meantime there was a ceremony to ‘enjoy’. The committee being a bunch of perverse souls had decreed, that to mark the beginning of what they termed, ”a short marriage”, such as this, the main couple would consummate their commitment before the assembled group of guests, (the committee and their partners!) it would be hard and ritualistic. Luckily for Marc all he had to do was hold Mya secure for one last time while Alex took her over the altar like table, hard and analy, the only time for the duration of the loan he was allowed access to that particular entrance!
At the actual wedding ceremony, in this club, perversely marking the end of the loan and marking the subject being passed from her tempory husbands care, back to her real husband, full and hopefully fertilised. It would of course be scheduled to take place on her most fertile night of her cycle in front of a congregation of members who would then, like the luckless husband, be made to watch his woman being ‘filled,’…violated, in fact ...sacrificed! while secured on a communal bed attended by her two maid`s in waiting! She would be ‘taken’ by numerous members of the committee, the number of actual donators picked at the ‘altar’ beforehand by the lady herself. All this before them allowing her husband to take her home, well filled with their (hopefully potent) seed. The maids being there to deal with those of the committee members on the list, not engaged with the actual ceremonial act, that way no one on the committee`s list misses out!
‘The Whip stepped forward and lead ‘Nina,’ pinched by her right nipple, away to one side, he could not use the lead, as it was the club way… that was Marc`s individual and personal privilege!
For the same reason, Marc stepped forward took Mya by the hair and led her to the low altar like table, he bent her over the wooden top and eased his tool into her mouth holding her down by her shoulders. Alex administered some lubrication to her puckered anal ring pushing her panties down to her shackled ankles. Then turning a full circle to ensure the other women in the place could see what he was using, he placed himself at the sacrificial opening. His un-circumsized penis thick and a good 8” long, the helmet just engaged, he paused. there was a silence, Marc could feel her mouth drying, he knew she was fearful knowing what was to come, and so was he that she would clampdown on his own tender parts when the pain arrived.
The audience began chanting “three…two…one…GO!”
On their command he thrust himself forward savagely, red hot pain shot through her body and to Marc`s relief, as Mya felt the thick penis plunge up into her bowel in a way that she would never have dreamed possible she screamed rather than bit down! The scream vibrating around his tool fetching him near to an orgasm. Alex began his ride, her mouth pushed onto her husband tool and then receding with every stroke, Marc`s seed springing into her throat as Alex`s filled her bowel, her arse still burning from the initial invasion, but the overall effect one of erotic magnificence that was beyond her wildest dreams, the audience`s interest adding to the effect in some strange and exciting way.
As the two men withdrew, they received a round of applause, like some strange circus act. It was over, Marc zipped up his trousers, then blew Mya a kiss, she smiled weakly he body as yet not settled, and stinging from the anal assault, as he retrieved Nina`s lead, turned and without another glance left, determinedly striding along the corridor his naked prize in tow, back through the kitchen, the two ogling cooks treated once more to a passing woman this one near naked and on a lead. ‘The Whip’ following, clutching a cloth Gladstone bag, her bag, Marc gave her Mya`s tracksuit to cover her on the journey, and with a cloud of dust, they were soon away homeward.
The evening turned into an orgy, after Mya had gone, led away by Alex, having been walked through the old house, and away up the main staircase, tottering along, suitcase in hand, up past large erotic canvases of sexual scenes of pain and debauchery and up to the apartment she was to occupy till the next meeting night, and again then till the wedding night. She later said that at that moment, she felt lonely and abandoned.
The week passed, some days galloped, some crawled, Mark missing only three night of passion in the whole seven days though she blew him anyway, refusing him full access by saying, ”it was her period” and that “it was timed to perfection!” He arrived early from work on that Friday, packed the necessary items in a small suitcase into his range rover, then after a meal neither really had the stomach for, he bathed her gently, noting her period had dried up rather conveniently. It was he knew well timed as she would be at her most fertile on the night of ‘the wedding.’ Neither saying much, so after drying her with those big fluffy towel`s she so loves, he talcum powdered her lovely body, both knowing full well it would be the last time for a whole month that he would handle her soft breasts, or caress her lovely clitoris.
She dressed in lacy white underclothes, that she had picked with me Alibodge Eddy her scribe, my one sexual titbit when she is going on an adventure, (her having enlightened me in strict confidence that morning, knowing I fret over her in her absence and no doubt loving the thought), she having told me over “coffee by PM” of her worries, hopes and sadly of her fears. It was a great honour to be so trusted, us never having met! It was further a joy to pick these things from her wardrobe both for today and for the special occasion to come, the wedding ceremonial insemination.
It was going to be a long hard road for Marc and myself, though in his case he was going to have a sexual companion to ease the waiting. I, like Marc, knew that we would have no contact for four or five weeks, though Marc would see but not be allowed to communicate with Mya, on that mid-term club night, and would no doubt, I hoped, enlighten me as to her situation, on his return home.
The next part of this story I have had to piece together from the whole months disjointed memories Mya has now given me, and scraps, ( she couldn’t keep notes or a diary) and odd bits I have gleaned from Marc, who`s good man, but not the world`s best communicator, well not with me anyway… hint, hint Marc…
A track suit was to be the covering to the soft white underclothing, for propriety sake on the journey and Marc, at her insistence mailed me picture`s both with and without the suit before they left. (don’t bother asking, I`m not sharing them, they are especially for me!)
According to Marc later, the drive was all Friday night traffic, which with the butterflies and so on, it was a long, long trip. They turned into the estate, him driving, and near the gate off came the track-suit, then she sat quietly awaiting her fate as he drove into the yard and was met by ‘The Whip’ stood in the waiting to meet them. He parked the car so it could leave easily, and, Mya was asked to stand naked but for her underclothing so the members could see her. This she did standing in bra and knicker only, in the middle of a busy yard as members arrived, parked, then went off indoors. At the little man`s insistence, they followed him into the building through the kitchen entrance, the two cooks eyes following them, or at least her, all the way out of their vision.
He made them wait in a big anti-room, the surgery in one direction, and the main meeting room in the other. They, had seen ceremony’s here before, one a real wedding, vicar and all! but three had been vasectomies, the secured young men finding the pain of the vasectomy op more in the mind than fact, each having injections of pain killers first though it had been to Marc`s mind, brutal and there had been a tattoo or two, the tattoos much more civilised! This time though, they were the ‘stars.’
Nerves were on edge, as they sat, holding hands and exchanging glances as numerous voices assembling in the big room next door, soon the little man returned, fitted a collar and lead to Mya, then made them stand nervously waiting, till the door was knocked. The little man then leading the pair into the bigger room, Marc towing his wife like a dog on a leash.
Sat round was every member of the committee and some of their partners. Eyes bored into the pair, as the little man stepped off to one side.’ The Pole` stepped forward, ‘Alex’, standing off to one side and a stunning naked brunette on the other carrying a tray of leather cuffs and small brass padlocks. Marc`s eyes distracted for a moment, lingering as he eyed up this wonderful woman, it was not un-noticed by Mya.
‘The Pole’ took Mya`s hand and ‘The Whip’ slid one of the cuff`s around her wrist, clipping it in place and locking it with a padlock from the tray. Each extremity was treated in the same way, Mya presenting arms and legs one after the other, willingly it must be said! A short chain between the ankle cuffs, now stopped her from taking a full-length step, ‘The Whip’ removing her bra, (his one show of enjoying his work,) before her cuffs were clipped together to secure her hands behind her.
Marc stepped forward, then knelt handed the lead to Alex, saying “Yours sir for the whole month, do to her as you will, but please return her unharmed, though if she is pregnant by you or another, It would be my pleasure sir!”
Alex nodded, saying, “She is a hansom woman, if we can inseminate her believe me, we will, her belly will be flooded well, and it will be a pleasure to use her bareback. I, and after the final wedding night, some of the other male members of this committee will do our utmost for you in that regard and she then will be returned full, regardless of her discomfort, I suspect marked as well used, but otherwise not permanently damaged!”
Marc replied that, “he thanked her tempory husband and the committee, then in exchanged received the lead of a ‘lady for the month,’ a tall brassy looking blond, named ‘Nina’ who was one of Alex`s regular partners! She was a volunteer, a lady of 41 summers, who was known to go like a rabbit and loved being used, shared and degraded. She was naked bar a pair of thin panties. The heavy misuse as such of a lady of course, not being Marc`s line, he being a voyeur, but he knew of folks he worked and traded with, who would love to oblige and help him out, it would do the company no harm to share a few gratis gratuities in the form of Nina, and it would help out as it oiled the wheels of business!
However, meantime there was a ceremony to ‘enjoy’. The committee being a bunch of perverse souls had decreed, that to mark the beginning of what they termed, ”a short marriage”, such as this, the main couple would consummate their commitment before the assembled group of guests, (the committee and their partners!) it would be hard and ritualistic. Luckily for Marc all he had to do was hold Mya secure for one last time while Alex took her over the altar like table, hard and analy, the only time for the duration of the loan he was allowed access to that particular entrance!
At the actual wedding ceremony, in this club, perversely marking the end of the loan and marking the subject being passed from her tempory husbands care, back to her real husband, full and hopefully fertilised. It would of course be scheduled to take place on her most fertile night of her cycle in front of a congregation of members who would then, like the luckless husband, be made to watch his woman being ‘filled,’…violated, in fact ...sacrificed! while secured on a communal bed attended by her two maid`s in waiting! She would be ‘taken’ by numerous members of the committee, the number of actual donators picked at the ‘altar’ beforehand by the lady herself. All this before them allowing her husband to take her home, well filled with their (hopefully potent) seed. The maids being there to deal with those of the committee members on the list, not engaged with the actual ceremonial act, that way no one on the committee`s list misses out!
‘The Whip stepped forward and lead ‘Nina,’ pinched by her right nipple, away to one side, he could not use the lead, as it was the club way… that was Marc`s individual and personal privilege!
For the same reason, Marc stepped forward took Mya by the hair and led her to the low altar like table, he bent her over the wooden top and eased his tool into her mouth holding her down by her shoulders. Alex administered some lubrication to her puckered anal ring pushing her panties down to her shackled ankles. Then turning a full circle to ensure the other women in the place could see what he was using, he placed himself at the sacrificial opening. His un-circumsized penis thick and a good 8” long, the helmet just engaged, he paused. there was a silence, Marc could feel her mouth drying, he knew she was fearful knowing what was to come, and so was he that she would clampdown on his own tender parts when the pain arrived.
The audience began chanting “three…two…one…GO!”
On their command he thrust himself forward savagely, red hot pain shot through her body and to Marc`s relief, as Mya felt the thick penis plunge up into her bowel in a way that she would never have dreamed possible she screamed rather than bit down! The scream vibrating around his tool fetching him near to an orgasm. Alex began his ride, her mouth pushed onto her husband tool and then receding with every stroke, Marc`s seed springing into her throat as Alex`s filled her bowel, her arse still burning from the initial invasion, but the overall effect one of erotic magnificence that was beyond her wildest dreams, the audience`s interest adding to the effect in some strange and exciting way.
As the two men withdrew, they received a round of applause, like some strange circus act. It was over, Marc zipped up his trousers, then blew Mya a kiss, she smiled weakly he body as yet not settled, and stinging from the anal assault, as he retrieved Nina`s lead, turned and without another glance left, determinedly striding along the corridor his naked prize in tow, back through the kitchen, the two ogling cooks treated once more to a passing woman this one near naked and on a lead. ‘The Whip’ following, clutching a cloth Gladstone bag, her bag, Marc gave her Mya`s tracksuit to cover her on the journey, and with a cloud of dust, they were soon away homeward.
The evening turned into an orgy, after Mya had gone, led away by Alex, having been walked through the old house, and away up the main staircase, tottering along, suitcase in hand, up past large erotic canvases of sexual scenes of pain and debauchery and up to the apartment she was to occupy till the next meeting night, and again then till the wedding night. She later said that at that moment, she felt lonely and abandoned.
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