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A Very English Weekend
Chapter 3
Learning to Walk
The Maitre'D shows us to our car, thanking Sir for his custom, and
hoping that he would see us back soon. The big black Mercedes is
waiting, the driver by the back door, holding it open. He watches as I
get in, making no secret of enjoying the sight of my very short dress;
he can presumably also see that I am wearing no knickers. He smirks at
me and lays the dress in the boot of the car, then gets into the
driver's seat; I see that he has adjusted his mirror so that it is
looking directly at me. Sir gets into the back seat beside me and looks
over at me, smiling. He strokes my legs, then traces his fingers up my
side to my breasts, teasing the nipples poking so clearly through the
fabric of my dress. Gently he coaxes my right leg, the one closest to
him, wide open. the driver still concentrating on my sex.
"Let's just drive around for a while, wherever you think interesting,"
he says to the driver.
The car starts moving, but I am not paying attention; I am relaxed from
the alcohol and turned on from Sir's hands. I feel something clip around
my right ankle and feel my legs now fixed lewdly open, as he leans down
quickly and clips my left ankle in the same way. I automatically start
to try and pull my short skirt down a little. Sir looks at me and says
not to touch; he quickly cuffs my hands together, then he runs a small
but strong chain behind the headrest and raises my hands up beside my
left ear and clips them there.
"So tell me, whore, how does that feel?"
"I feel vulnerable and exposed Sir. I feel open, and I feel embarrassed
that your driver can see my sex with my legs wide open, Sir."
"Good, wide open for my pleasure. Lucky you are so good with the
superglue isn't it?," he whispered in my ear "I'm sure the driver
doesn't know or care that you are still somewhat male. He would just
turn you over and fuck you in the arse, you have him so turned on.
Shall we ask him?"
"No Sir, please not."
"Alright... not yet."
I feel Sir's hands on the zip at the side of my dress and feel it run
down to my waist; I am watching the driver's eyes in the rearview mirror
as the top of my dress was slides down to my waist. Sir carries on
teasing my nipples as he has been doing while my dress was done up.
"Mmmmm, I still wonder if I should pierce your nipples... What do you
think?"
He isn't asking me.
"I think her tits look magnificent, Sir. Of course pierced nipples are
fun, but you wouldn't be able to play with them for a while."
"Good point, then maybe just before I drop her off then."
With that he puts a clip on both nipples and sits back, getting out his
phone. The humming started again in my arse. It is driving me crazy. I
am close to the edge. Beside me I hear the window gliding down and the
cold air on my naked skin, I turn and look out of the window and see we
are close to the city centre. It's late, so quiet, but I realise that
people will be heading home soon, so it won't stay quiet. A couple look
straight in the window as we drive past, they see my tits with the
nipple clamps, my wrists cuffed and fixed up close to the headrest. They
smile at me. I feel the humming intensify. Sir looks at me smiling then
kisses me deeply, invading my mouth with his tongue. I welcome him
opening my lips and then INTENSE PAIN as he pulls off both clamps at the
same time. I slump in the seat slightly, and Sir sits back smiling. The
driver is watching intently. I realise how I look, legs spread wide, my
sex open to his hungry eyes, my dress merely a decoration around my
waist, my wrists clipped to the headrest.
I realise I am more on heat than I have ever been in my life.
"Can you take us to the end of Histon Road please?"
"Certainly Sir"
The window slides closed and Sir smiles at me; he pulls the bodice of my
dress up over my tits and slides the zip closed. He bends down and
releases my ankles. The car is driving along Histon Road. I see the
working girls working the cars that are driving slowly by. We pull up
in Linden Close, a little way past where they are. Sir turns to me; he
strokes my neck and my chin, he kisses my lips lightly.
"In a moment you are going to get out of the car. I am going to take the
car back to the other end of the strip. You are going to walk... I'm not
going to drive quickly, so if you walk too fast then when you get there
you will have to hang around with the other whores... whores like you
are. If you walk too slowly then either men will try and pick you up or
pimps will get upset that you are on their pitch, so you will have to
walk in a relaxed way. When I get to you I will ask the driver to pull
over and you will come up to the window of the car and ask to be let in.
All the other whores will assume you are telling me your price, so by
doing that you will confirm to them that you are a prostitute.
Understood?"
"Yes Sir"
With that he unclips my wrists and I realise I am free. I am still
slightly buzzing from the wine, and I am incredibly turned on. The
driver is outside the door, he opens it for me. As I am about to leave
Sir calls to me:
"One last thing: if a customer calls you over to his car and you go
over, then you are to service him like the whore you are."
"Yes Sir."
I start to walk along Histon Road, my heels making a very clear clicking
on the pavement. I look back and see Sir driving away. I realise he is
being serious. I see the lights getting a little brighter, the people
getting closer, I see the girls walking up to the cars as they slow
down. I carry on walking towards them, every sense intense, hearing
every sound, seeing every movement, aware that as I walk the skirt of
this tiny dress is riding up to show my stocking tops. As the light gets
a little brighter the cars start to slow as they go past me. I keep
looking ahead and try not to rush. I can see one of the girls, younger
than me, heavy make-up, but more covered up than I am; I feel like I'm
more of a whore than she is. She smiles as I get close.
"New 'ere? Watch out for Jay, 'e don't like freelancers on 'is pitch
luv."
"No, I'm just meeting a friend."
"Yeah right, it's all right, we all start like that."
I carry on walking. Another car slows down beside me. I ignore the
calls, remembering what Sir has told me. The next car that goes past I
hear the calls again: I look over and the guys call to me. I quickly
turn back round and keep walking. There are two guys walking towards me
on the same side of the street; as they get closer I feel them removing
what little I am wearing with their eyes. They walk close to each other,
there is no way through. I keep walking towards them, believing they
will part and let me walk through. I'm close. They smile at me. They
are about 30, one blond, the other dark-skinned with black hair.
"Where are you hurrying off to, love? How much for a quick blow job from
those luscious lips?"
I know that Sir will consider this to mean I have to service them. I
wonder if he can see, if he will know if I don't. I know I'm about to
cross a major line.
"?25 each of you, but I don't have anywhere to take you."
"That's all right love, just down this alley is fine for a skank like
you."
They laugh together at their joke, but nevertheless I feel the blond guy
take my hand and lead me up behind the now-closed Aldi store. The
coloured guy is behind me, I feel his hand on my arse.
Just at that point the humming starts up in my arse again. The blond guy
has found a dark spot and is pulling down his fly. I sink onto my
ankles, not wanting to kneel and wreck my stockings. I lean forward and
take the head into my mouth. His smell fills my nostrils, musky. My
hand is guided to the side and I feel a large cock in my other hand. I
move my mouth over and take it into my mouth, my lips opening wide
around the head. I'm holding one cock in each hand and trying to bring
them off as quickly as I can, alternating with my mouth. I feel one hand
on my tits as my dress is pushed down. The blond guy leans back against
the wall as I feel him start to erupt in my mouth. I swallow every drop
and turn to suck on the black guy's cock just as he starts to pump all
over my face. I quickly cover the tip with my mouth, trying to keep the
spray to a minimum. He laughs as he sees me doing it.
"Ha ha ha, worried about a bit of spunk, tart?"
With that they both stuff a couple of ?20's down my top and walk off,
laughing and high-fiving. I wipe as much of the cum off me as I can and
pull my dress up over my tits. I try to pull it down over my stocking
tops and give up. I put the ?80 in my purse and walk back towards the
lights. The girl who had spoken to me before is at the corner when I get
there.
"Just friends were they luv? I told you we all start like that, you're a
whore like me, ain'tcha? Oh, you've got a load of spunk stains on yer
face 'n tits, did'ya know?" she laughs.
I just keep walking, faster now, ignoring the catcalls and the cars that
are slowing. I almost miss the big black car that pulls over beside me;.
The window slides down and I see Sir looking at me. I walk slowly over
to the car and lean in to the widow: I'm aware that doing so shows my
stocking tops and probably my arse to anyone walking past.
"Tell me how do you feel now, stephanie? Now that you have truly sold
yourself?"
"I feel utterly alive Sir, I feel like a bitch on heat Sir."
"Should I leave you here for the night, to make me some money
stephanie?"
"Please no Sir."
The door opens and I get into the car. Sir looks at me, traces the cum
stains on my dress.
"Good girl... tell me, how did you feel, selling your body for sex?
Truly becoming a prostitute?"
I feel the car move off, aware that the girl I had been talking to had
watched me and now knows I am getting in a car with what looks like a
wealthy customer. I guess that's what he is.
"It was initially terrifying Sir, hearing my heels clicking on the
pavement, seeing the cars slowing down, knowing that the men were
looking me over as a piece of merchandise to be bought."
"Go on."
"I realized that I was wanting them to slow down, that they thought I
was worth buying. That I was someone they wanted to fuck Sir"
"And when your new colleague talked to you? How was that?"
I realise he has been able to see me the whole time.
"I told her I'm not a whore Sir, She warned me about a pimp, Sir, but
the cars were also slowing down more often then, because I was in the
lights, Sir."
"So you were turned on, were you?"
"Yes Sir, I was."
"Is that why you went with those two men ,stephanie? Is that why you now
have their cum all over your dress, in your hair, and I assume in your
belly?"
"I tried to go straight past them Sir, I wanted to get straight to the
car, Sir."
"I don't think so, stephanie... I think you could easily have flirted
with them and walked past, stephanie. I think you went with them because
at that moment you truly became a whore, didn't you, stephanie?"
"Yes Sir."
"So tell me, whore, what did you do, how much did you charge, and how
did it feel?"
"You instructed me that if a man was to solicit me that I was to service
them, Sir. So when one of them asked me how much I would charge for a
blowjob, I treated that as if I was being solicited, Sir. I told them
?25 each but apologized that I didn't have a place to take them."
"So although only one of the men asked you to give him a blowjob, you
offered to service them both, is that right?"
"Yes Sir."
"Well done, stephanie, you have clearly crossed a threshold, dear, you
truly are now a prostitute."
"Yes Sir."
"Go on."
"The one that had first asked me took my hand and led me up to a dark
alley behind the Aldi store, Sir. They said it was fine for a skank
like me, Sir. The one who was behind had pulled my skirt up, Sir, so my
arse and stockings were on view, Sir."
"Yes, I know, dear, I could see you: your arse was visible to anyone who
was looking."
I blushed slightly.
"They took me into the dark alley, Sir, and I gave them both a blowjob
at the same time, Sir. The blond man mainly came in my mouth and belly
Sir, the coloured man mainly came over my face and dress until I managed
to get him into my mouth, Sir. Afterwards they left me and walked off
Sir."
"So dear, did you then run back to the safety of this car having been
violated? Or did you re-do your lipstick and makeup, cleaning yourself
up to be appealing for your next customer?"
"I redid my makeup Sir, and walked back down to the strip; the same girl
spoke to me again, Sir. She laughed at me, asked me if I still thought
I wasn't a whore, seeing as how I was covered in spunk, Sir."
"And what do you think now, stephanie?"
"I am a prostitute, Sir."
"Good girl, carry on."
"I was worried that if I had spent any more time getting to you that you
would be gone by the time I arrived, Sir, so I walked straight along the
road until I saw you, Sir, even though other cars were slowing down,
Sir."
"And were you more or less tempted to go over to sell yourself to the
drivers, now that you had crossed the line once, stephanie?"
"More tempted, Sir."
"Good. What a wonderful evening it has been so far! Would you like me to
leave you here for the night, stephanie? Or shall we go to a little
private club I know?"
"Please don't leave me Sir."
"Very well. Driver, please take us to the Manor."
"Very good Sir."
"But on the way, could you find us a quiet place."
"Certainly Sir."
Chapter 4
Welcome to the Club
The car is picking up speed and as we leave the city the lights become
less. After a short while we pull into what looks like a small business
park, closed at this time of day, just with some security lights. The
driver opens my car door and helps me to my feet, clearly enjoying the
sight in front of him. Sir goes to the boot of the car and gets a couple
of bags out.
"Take her dress off please."
"Yes Sir."
I'm shocked as the driver deftly unzips my dress and pulls it to the
floor, leaving me standing in just my stockings, suspenders and heels. I
note the foundation is wearing off and the bruises on my tits and neck
are again obvious.
"Pull her plug out too."
I am aghast as the driver gets me to rest my hands on the roof of the
car as he grasps the plug in my arse and pulls it out, leaving me
feeling empty. I note with shocked amusement that whilst this place was
quiet, there are clearly two or three security cameras now trained on
me. The embarrassment continues as Sir hands me a bottle of lube and
insists that I make sure I am slippery as well as now being both very
open and empty. Sir hands me a tight latex pencil skirt, which I slide
up over my hips, then he hands me a slightly padded but deeply plunging
push-up bra which I clip behind me. As I fasten it I realise that it is
effectively a shelf, which exaggerates my breasts and proffers them,
leaving my areolas and nipples free. Next I am handed a smooth and
slightly silky leopard print top which is sleeveless and has a deep cowl
neck which exposes both the creamy white swell of my breasts as well as
the bite marks on my breasts and neck; my nipples, erect in the cool
air, are clearly visible through the thin silk. Before I am allowed
back in the car, Sir has the driver buckle a leather cuff around both
ankles and both wrists, as well as a matching leather collar. Randomly,
as I sit back in the seat, knowing only that I am on my way to a club
called the Manor, I think to myself that at least wearing a latex skirt
means I won't spot the car upholstery as my bottom is now wet with lube.
The darkness shows that we are now outside the city and I cannot tell
where we are, other than that we have passed through a couple of smaller
villages. After around a half an hour we pull through the gates of a
large old house and sweep up the drive, stopping directly in front of
the large oak door.
As the driver opens the door and I swing my legs out I see his eyes are
fixed on my tits, on my very erect and obvious nipples. My heels hit the
old stone flags and Sir is beside me, he turns my face to kiss him and
as he does so I feel the driver pull my arms behind me and clip my
wrists together by joining the rings on the cuffs. I am surprised that
the driver has taken this liberty, but after everything else today I
don't object.
Sir slips his arm around my waist and guides me up the front steps as I
hear the car driving away, presumably to be parked. The door is old,
heavy and solid in the way that only seems to exist on really old
English houses; it's painted a deep gloss blue and swings open as we
approach.
"Good evening Sir, Ma'am," the doorman says, completely unfazed by my
wrists being tied behind my back. "Would you like to go through to the
drawing room Sir? There are several members there."
"Thank you, we will. Could you bring me a large Lagavulin, no ice
please, and the young lady will have a large glass of dry white wine,
preferably a Premier Cru Chablis."
"Certainly Sir."
Sir guides me through the opulent house, the lighting at a low level,
the furniture all clearly antique, leather and oak. At the same time, in
contrast, there is electronic trance music playing at a low volume so
that it doesn't prevent conversation. Sir pushes open the door to what
is apparently the drawing room and there are around twenty well-dressed
and seemingly well-off men and women aged from their twenties to old
age, sitting and standing around chatting. There are a similar number
of companions, mainly younger, in various states of dress, sitting on
laps, kneeling between legs, or fixed to frames. As we enter the
conversations dip momentarily as Sir is greeted by everyone; two men and
an older woman come over to us, the woman compliments Sir on having me
on his arm. Sir explains that he only met me this afternoon, that he had
found me by the riverbank and persuaded me to sell myself to him. Whilst
I stand quietly beside him, I can tell that I am expected not to
contribute to the conversation. He goes on to explain to his companion
how despite appearances I am male, how he had me give a blowjob to the
waiter at the restaurant and that since this evening I was an
experienced prostitute.
"How marvelous!," the lady exclaims. "I'll have to borrow her later and
I'm sure Charles would love to shag her, wouldn't you Charles?," She's
turning to one of her companions who had come over with her: they are
both about 50, well dressed. She is in a deep red evening dress and he
is in an exquisitely cut navy blue suit.
"I would love to, Jo. If she is any good I might buy her for us to use
next weekend."
"That assumes I won't be claiming her from now on," Sir smiled.
"Of course," Charles demurs.
Our drinks arrive, carried by a waitress who was wearing only the most
exquisite lingerie and heels. She is stunning and around twenty years
old, and tall.
"Sir, Ma'am."
Sir takes our drinks, lifts his in a silent toast to the evening, then
raises mine to my lips so that I can enjoy the wine. He takes a seat in
a large leather armchair, and pulls me on to his lap, Charles and Jo sit
opposite us and as they chat to Sir, I gather that the young lady who is
fixed to a frame at the back of the room is theirs, as is the pretty
young thing kneeling between us, who occasionally has her head either
under Jo's skirt or buried in Charles' lap. Sir almost absentmindedly
runs the zip of my silk top down my back: I realise that it goes from
neck to waist as I feel the top drop away from my back, and down to my
bound wrists. He quickly unclips my wrists and lets the light silk drop
to the sofa as he motions me to stand. He lifts my arms over my head and
clips them to a bar hanging from the ceiling beside us.
"So compliant, isn't she?," he says to our companions.
"Very. Do you mind if I play?" says Jo, standing and coming over to me.
As she is close I realise that she is a strikingly beautiful woman. She
kisses me deeply, and I relish the taste of our lipstick melding. I feel
her brushing her hands over my breasts, tweaking my nipples, then
running her lips down, kissing the virulent purple marks on my skin
before taking my nipple into her mouth. Her mouth runs back up to the
white swell of my breasts, where she adds another bite mark to my
cleavage. I try not to scream.
Charles is behind me. He is running his hands over my arse. Sir comes
over to me, he proffers my drink.
"You might need this."
I take a long drink of the dry wine as I feel Jo add another bite mark,
this time to the side of my breast. Sir sits back in his chair, settling
my glass on the low table, savouring his malt whisky and the way his
companions are enjoying me, allowing their pretty thing to suck his
cock. I scream as Jo ads a toothed clip to each nipple, biting into my
skin, small trails of blood leaking from the teeth. Charles rolls the
latex skirt down my legs and throws it to the chair to join my blouse.
He deftly attaches a spreader between my ankles, and I feel his fingers
opening my arse. Jo is kissing me again. Again those exquisite lips as I
feel Charles's cock (I assume it's his) entering me from behind. Jo
squeezes me to her, her own breasts brushing against the clips on mine
causing pain as she kisses me. Charles is rhythmically sliding into my
welcoming and already wide-open arse. I feel Jo's fingers exploring the
folds of skin where she expects to find my cock, she looks at me again,
slightly quizzically, before she kisses me again, devouring my mouth,
invading it with her tongue. Charles is increasing the speed of his
thrusts and as I feel him tense and pump his seed into me. Sir lifts
his glass and smiles at me.
Jo separates herself slightly from me, touches my lips with her finger,
them quickly removes the clips from my breasts. The pain as the blood
returns is excruciating, but it is clear she intends me not to make a
sound. Not for the first time today I am thankful for waterproof mascara
as tears run down my face and splash on to the obvious teeth marks on my
tits. Charles has pulled out of me and he gives my arse a loud slap as
he smiles at me. He and Jo then sit down again and start to chat again
to Sir.
Sir again raises my glass to my lips, gently kisses me. then cupping my
breast with one hand says "be beautiful for me," before walking behind
me. I feel the flogger before I see or hear it, repeatedly caressing
and colouring my entire back and arse a rosy red. I don't know if I am
screaming or dreaming as I float into subspace; it could have been
minutes or hours as Sir raises the glass to my lips again.
"Well done, my dear... you are not quite yet finished this evening
though."
Sir unclips my ankles from the spreader bar and my wrists from above me
and clips my wrists together in front of me. He then leads me through to
an area where the music is throbbing much louder and the lights are
pulsing. There are more people here, some dancing, some fucking. The
pulsing lights show the contrast between the black of my lingerie, the
white of my skin, and the marks on my flesh. Sir unclips my wrists and
propels me into the crowd.
"Enjoy her," I hear him say as I feel hands pulling me in. We are
dancing to the techno trance as I feel hands on my body. My own hands
feel cocks and breasts. I feel my wrists clipped behind me again by
unseen hands as I am propelled to one of the soft platforms and leant
onto it. There is a large cock at my lips, which I open to accommodate
the warm flesh. I feel the first cock penetrating my arse and deposit
its load inside me to mix with that of Charles. Then the second... and
more. My own orgasms go unnoticed, and my seed, what there is of it,
simply mixes with that of others.
The night is drawing to a close as Sir leads me back to the car. I only
wear the bra, suspender belt, stockings, heels and leather cuffs. I am
no longer embarrassed by the driver's looks. I am proud of the marks on
my skin and the sperm running down my legs and covering my body, mostly
dried now. Sir sits in the back seat, the driver lays me across his
lap. I notice his hands stray as he lays me down. I don't mind. There is
a crack of light in the sky as the car pulls up outside Sir's house. I
willingly offer to give the driver a tip and enjoy drinking his sperm to
thank him for carrying me into the house and laying me in the soft guest
bed. I am fast asleep before the day truly wakes.
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