The Eccentricities of the Aristocracy ( F+/M )

[LunaDog]

THE ECCENTRICITIES OF THE ARISTOCRACY

A new home, a new job and a new town, all together? Well, no, not quite, but these events did come together within a rather short space of time, a couple of months at the most. First came the job, a really prestigious and well-paid position within a major organisation, and I was still living with my parents as said employment commenced. But that led to the purchase of my first property, a rather small two-bedroom house admittedly, but it was perfectly adequate for my needs. As was the office to which I now reported to for work, it was in the next conurbation to that where my parent’s home was located, roughly ten miles away. Close enough to be able to keep in contact, but far enough away to mean that I had truly ‘flown the nest,’ as it were.

As if this purchasing this new home of mine wasn’t exciting enough, just down the road, within easy walking distance, but not so close as the noise and traffic etc. generated from it would be a problem, was a lovely local pub. Fairly small, but in a beautiful old building and therefore extremely traditional, naturally it’s exactly where I ventured to on my first Friday evening living in my new dwelling. To be confronted by a bar, sporting a whole range of proper English real ales, some of which were familiar, but others were present that I’d never heard of beforehand. Now, don’t get me wrong here, there’s nothing wrong with lager, be it from European countries like Germany, or from ‘down under’ but seriously you just can’t beat a good real ale. Well, according to my taste buds anyway.

Actually, as well as the pub, near to home was an Indian restaurant, which I noticed from on-line reviews appeared to have a good reputation. So, maybe the final pint of the night might just be a ‘Cobra’ beer, accompanied by my favourite curry, the one I always ordered when trying out a different establishment, giving me a sort of ‘marker point,’ King Prawn Madras.

Whilst trying to work out just which of the available beers would be the first of the night, with the intention of drinking several different ones, I noticed a couple of girls sitting together at a table. And, believe me, they were a sight for sore eyes, utterly beautiful and sexy, putting a smile right onto my face, and to my delight I received one back from both of them.

Now the clothing that they both wore did absolutely nothing to diminish their appeal at all, they both were adorned in leather, and we were talking about apparel that was clearly very expensive and classy. And, as if the situation couldn’t get any more promising from my point of view, as I turned away from them to order the beer that I’d decided upon; I sensed both of them had risen and were approaching me. Naturally wishing to appear the ‘perfect’ gentleman, I greeted them, “good evening, Ladies,” and then enquired, “would you both desire something to drink?”

“Thank you very much, but we’re fine in that respect, we’ve only just ordered ourselves.” One of them replied, and I noticed the two large glasses of what appeared to be white wine on the table they’d just vacated. Then the other girl joined in the conversation. “In fact, we were wondering if you’d like to join us for a chat?” And then under her breath, and I’m not sure if I was intended to hear her further speech, “for the moment anyway.”

“I’d be delighted.” Grabbing my pint of beer that the barman had just served up and I paid for. And accompanying them back to said table. Offering my hand to them I simply stated “I’m Gez, actually short for Gerald, but only my mother calls me that these days, and that’s just when I’ve done something wrong, and she’s annoyed with me!”

Looking at them both, I became aware that they were very similar in appearance, and I guessed that they were related, cousins perhaps, or maybe even sisters. The one who looked to be slightly older took my hand first, “nice to meet you, Gez. I’m Lucinda, although everybody just calls me, Lucy.”

Having shook my hand, Lucy then released it, where on the other girl took it. “And I’m Lucy’s younger sister. Eleanor, known as Ellie.” Seems that I was right about the sister status then!

“So,” Lucy continued, “are you from around here, Gez? I’m not sure I’ve ever seen you before in here.”
“I am now, but I only moved into my new home three days ago. And this is the first time that I’ve ever been in this lovely pub.”
“That would explain it then! Welcome. By the way, do you live alone? Or do you have a girlfriend in your life?” Right to the point, it seemed!
“No, Lucy. I’m very much single at this moment in time.” Receiving another delicious smile from both of them. Could this evening, already superb, get any better?

The next half an hour or so passed very pleasantly, but I sensed there was something about these sisters that I couldn’t place, they definitely seemed to be holding something back. For instance, once the conversation turned to work, and our respective employment, I was totally forthcoming, explaining exactly how I earned my living, but both of the girls seemed extremely, I don’t know, ‘vague,’ I guess, not really answering the question at all. And it definitely appeared that they were timing the consumption of their respective glasses of wine, in order to finish it at almost the same moment as I completely downed my pint of beer, a much larger volume of liquid, of course.

For when I offered, “Another drink, Ladies?” They both politely refused.
“Actually,” Ellie commented, “we’re just about to move on from here onto somewhere else. Hoping that you’ll join us?”
“Believe me you’ll be very welcome,” finished her sister.

Why not, I thought to myself? Assuming they meant another pub naturally. “Yes, I’d be glad to.” Getting up, and following them both out of the pub, wondering just where they intended to take me.

It turned out into the pub’s car park where a brand-new Jaguar car awaited, a real ‘top of the range’ model no less. Ellie went to the right-hand side rear door, and Lucy to the left. Inviting me to enter first and sit in the very middle of the spacious rear seat, as the sisters climbed in, one either side of me. It was then I noticed the chauffeur sitting in the driver’s seat, who immediately asked, “where to, Ladies?” As two ‘clunks’ announced the shutting of the car’s rear doors, meaning I was now trapped between these two beauties.

“Home, Jenkins.” Ordered Ellie, to my complete surprise. Mind you that was nothing compared to the sound of several clicks, and the feel of cold steel closing rapidly around my left wrist. I’d just been handcuffed to Lucy, the other cuff of the pair wrapped around her right wrist. And then as I looked at her in total shock, another set of ‘clicks’ signified that my right wrist had just become inescapably linked to Ellie’s left one!

“Who said that we were going to another pub, we simply asked you if you wished to come with us, nobody indicated any destination at all?” Lucy simply asked, actually correctly as I quickly recalled.

“Oh no Darling,” Ellie took over, “the only thing that you’re going to be drinking, for the rest of this night, are our……” Suddenly her lips met mine, and she initiated a kiss full of menace, passion and promise. But Lucy finished the sentence instead, whispering in my ear,

SEXUAL JUICES!

Guess that King Prawn Madras would have to wait for another time, then?

[Caesar73]

Hello @LunaDog ist this a one Part Story or does another one follow? Either way! Hot and juice this Story definitely is! And the Title fits!

[LunaDog]

Hello @LunaDog ist this a one Part Story or does another one follow? Either way! Hot and juice this Story definitely is! And the Title fits!

Oh no, my friend, there's LOTS more to come, or should that be 'cum!' And he hasn't met all of the female members of this family yet!

[LunaDog]

As the car left the pub’s car park, Ellie pulled a blindfold out of her jacket pocket, and soon they worked together to ensure that it was in position over my eyes, removing my power of sight from me completely. So, I had no idea just as to where Jenkins was driving, other than the fact that it was towards the girl’s home. Which after twenty minutes or so, we must have reached it, for I felt the car draw up to a halt. His voice echoed around the car, “we’re home Ladies.” And just what a home? Unseen by me of course, we’d entered a full country estate, complete with a long, tree lined driveway.

It was fairly difficult, as I’m sure that you can imagine, to leave the rear of this car, handcuffed between the two girls, but somehow we managed it, entering the house, but through one of the rear entrances, not the main front door. All I knew is it took some time for the girls to lead me to just where they wanted to go, Lucy’s, or should I now state her full title, Lady Lucinda Alexandra Claire Westingham’s, luxury bedroom. With the thought now echoing around my head, ‘what sort of house is this, and just who are these two girls?’

When we reached our destination, I was guided to the lower bed frame of the massive luxurious bed within the room, standing facing away from it. With Ellie, otherwise known as Lady Eleanor Imogen Jayne Westingham, having grabbed a little key from a dressing table on the way. The key to those handcuffs naturally. Which she then released her own wrist from, only to snap the now open cuff around the outer bed post. Before passing the key to her sister, who performed the same act to the opposite bed post, meaning I was still, very much, their prisoner.

“Well Darling, you seem a little over-dressed for the occasion, doesn’t he, Ellie?”
“Totally over-dressed, Lucy. We’ll have to put that right! But then, so are we. Shall we see to you first, or attend to our own task of undressing? And, if so, shall we allow you to watch?”

Lucy answered with action not words, as she lifted the blindfold, but note not removed it completely, from my eyes, meaning I could see them again. If clearly only on a temporary basis. By boy, what a sight I was treated to! For they undressed each other, one item at a time, and in a really sensuous, slow and totally provocative manner. With Ellie going first removing Lucy’s gorgeous leather jacket, before her sister replied likewise. Continuing, in this alternative manner, as next came off the matching leather skirts, which had been long enough to conceal that the VERY sheer nylon covering their legs was in the form of stockings and not tights. Now, of course, I could tell just which, and my eyes must have bulged open at the sight, something that didn’t go unnoticed by my female captors.

“Oh yes? Like stockings and suspenders, do we? Well, have we any spare sets, Lucy?” Fully knowing that of course her sister, as did she herself, most certainly did have another set to hand.
“Yes, naturally, Ellie. I agree, I think he’ll look lovely wearing them!”

However, for now the talking stopped, with me feeling disgusted, but absolutely excited at the same time, by the very real prospect it appeared, of being placed into purely female lingerie. Because, again alternatively, off came their utterly beautiful satin blouses, bras and panties. Until all that either of them now wore were their delicious suspender belts and those sheer stockings.

Meaning that they were ready, and so could turn their attentions fully onto me. Leaving me able to view what was going on, Ellie took charge of my right-hand side, whilst Lucy dealt with my left side. They undid and removed my trainers and socks, before working together they unloosened my tight jeans. Which was actually quite a relief to me, as just guess what shape my cock had taken? With those jeans quite tight as stated, and fully fastened had meant a fair amount of discomfort within a certain region of my body!

Meaning my fully erect cock, and yes, it is bigger than the ‘average’ size, could spring up to full attention, which again my captors noted. “Good Lord, Ellie! Are we going to have some fun with THIS?”
“ABSOLUTELY! But we need to finish our task here first, in order to do so!”

Back to ‘work’ they then went, and soon my lower body was completely naked. But, not for long, they completely desired to fulfil that earlier statement of intent! As if they’d already decided upon that course of action beforehand, in fact even when they’d left the house, with the express intention of capturing a male sex slave for this night, which naturally, they had!

Meaning that was already some sheer stockings and a satin suspender belt lying on the bed. Lucy fetched them, and then ordered me, “legs together, Darling. Oh, and slightly raise one of your feet, please.” You can’t say she wasn’t polite, at least!

With no real choice, I was utterly helpless within their captivity, I obeyed, so Lucy slipped the belt over said foot, before covering it in the delicious sheer nylon of a stocking, moving that just above my ankle, when she, in a kind tone stated. “You can put it down again Darling.” And once I had? “Now please raise the other one.” Again, I complied, meaning that Lucy now had moved the belt over both feet, and by the time I returned this foot to ‘terra firma’ as it were, it too was coated in sheer nylon.

Now Ellie too joined in, as between them they moved the stockings up my legs, until stocking met suspender, upon which event, they fastened the clasps, one at the front, and one at the rear of my legs. And any doubt that I’d had about this, forced, dressing up in lingerie now became completely dispelled by the totally delicious feel of the very sheer nylon on the skin of my legs. I now was utterly delighted that they’d chosen to humiliate me in this way. Especially as they both spent a little time rubbing said nylon against said skin. Pure heaven!

OK, so that my lower body sorted then. But my top half was still fully clothed, and they’d need to release me from the cuffs binding me to Lucy’s bed frame in order to accomplish removing that clothing, surely? Could this present me with a chance to escape? However, by now the sexual excitement was racing around my body to such a degree that I doubted whether I actually wished to take advantage of such an opportunity even if it did present itself.

As it happened no such opening did occur, because I guess that it’ll surprise none of you to learn that these girls were NO fools. Firstly, they replaced the blindfold back over my eyes, removing my power of sight once more. Then they each tied a pure silk bondage tie around my ankles, using the shorter length left on each of these bonds, to tie my legs together, with the longer left over length being utilised to secure my pins to the two outer bed posts!

Thus, they could now remove the cuffs from my wrists with a reasonable degree of security. Working together, it wasn’t long before all of my upper clothing had been removed, then between them they placed all of my clothing, including my trainers, into a zip up holdall. Once, they’d fastened the zip, Ellie padlocked it shut and left the room carrying the bag with her. Lucy informed me, “now you can’t access your clothes, so you’ll just have to stay here with us for the whole weekend, as we ‘entertain’ you. But don’t worry Darling, we’ll make sure that you’re home back in time on Sunday, to recover so that you can report to work as normal on Monday morning.” Well, I guess that’s a relief then!

Now Ellie returned to her sister’s room, whereon Lucy removed one set of the cuffs from the bed post, and used it to bind my arms together, in front of my body. Now they released my legs from both of the bed posts and themselves, however they left the ties looped around my ankles. With me now expecting to be placed onto the bed and them using some sort of steel handcuff and silk tie combination to secure me to it.

As I would be, given time, but for now these girls demonstrated that they were not idiots again. For what had been my last action before I found myself as their captive? To drink a pint of beer, and as all experienced beer drinkers will tell you, one doesn’t BUY beer, one RENTS it! Meaning as soon as it enters your body, via your mouth, it wants to leave again through either your penis if you’re male, or your pussy if you’re female.

So, it was to the room’s en-suite bathroom that I was guided to, simply to be ‘plonked’ upon the toilet seat there. Well, that beer did re-emerge, and I also managed to empty my bowels too. To now be subjected to possibly, no definitely, the most humiliating experience of my entire life, as the sisters had to wipe my bottom clean and wash my totally erect cock! Because, despite the utter despair of said humiliation, I found to my immense surprise that the whole scene had turned me on SO much. No, I can’t explain just why this was!

However, with my body ‘emptied’ it was time for me to become the prisoner of Lucy’s bed. Guided from the bathroom to it, I found myself placed onto its surface, which to my delight was in the form of a delicious black, satin bed sheet, on my back, my arms lifted towards the metal lattice style upper bed frame. With Ellie, having removed that second pair of cuffs from the lower frame, using them to lock the chain of those holding my wrists together to the top rail of said frame. Meaning that I was now chained to Lucy’s bed and would be staying there for as long as her sister and herself wished me to be.

Which wouldn’t be for very long at all, but don’t start getting any ideas that they were going to let me go, oh no! First though, with them taking a leg each, they jointly tied my legs to the outer bed posts of the lower frame, using the ties that they’d rather conveniently left looped and tied around my ankles. Then as Lucy used one her hands to release the cuff around my left wrist, her other one held another bondage tie. “You see Darling, we want to TIE you, not chain you, to my bed!” And she proceeded to do just that, very securely and inescapably, but in a manner that was totally safe in regard to blood circulation for example, tying my wrist to the outer solid bed post, and just for good measure my hand to that bond too.

Once finished, Ellie released my right arm from its steel bracelet and repeated what her sister had done to my left, to the opposite post. Meaning I’d gone from an inverted ‘Y’ shape to a full ‘X’ position. Be that as it may, I was now utterly secured to Lucy’s bed, unable to move very far at all, and the mere possibility of escape absolutely outside of the equation. I now was completely, utterly and totally within their hands and grip!

Which the deliciously dirty smiles upon both of their radiant faces, fully indicated was a situation that both of them were fully aware of, which I could observe as once more they’d lifted, but not removed, the blindfold. Although their first action was to undo those cuffs from the bed frame, placing them onto a dressing table, their role in this ‘game’ seemingly done.

“Now then Ellie, do you want to go first?”
“No Lucy, as this is your room and bed, and you are the oldest, I’ll allow you that privilege.”

Therefore, it was Lucy that climbed aboard her bed and its bound captive first. And as her lips found mine, attacking, yes I believe that’s the only word that would do her action justice, them with very real passion, I felt my eyes becoming covered again, meaning that as the kiss finished and I opened them, I could see absolutely nothing.

A state that fully remained during the time that Lucy simply, ravished, again possibly the only appropriate vocabulary, my body held in secure bondage to her bedroom furniture. But then, if I couldn’t influence events, or interfere in any way, why did I wish to? As this complete ‘sexpert’ gifted me with one of the most intense, enjoyable and simply earth shattering ‘sexperiences’ that I’d ever been subjected to, taking me to places that I’d never even dreamt of, let alone tasted before! Culminating in a truly fantastic, almost simultaneous, climax as she took us both to heaven, resulting in two full volume screams filling the room as ecstasy fully claimed the pair of us! WOW!

And to my immense pleasure, I discovered that Ellie’s sexual skills were also at the same tremendously high standard, when I was hard again after roughly twenty minutes, she took her turn. With the same delicious outcome!

A good, no great, start to the evening but, to my immense delight, they informed me that they were far from finished with me yet! And from this point onwards neither of them would simply have to take their turn nor just watch as the sexual action continued.

For as Lucy now lowered her pussy onto my, once more, fully erect cock, and by now although still blindfolded I could tell them apart, I felt my head become surrounded by the sheer nylon of Ellie’s legs, and she straddled my cranium, guiding her pussy to be right next to my mouth. “Time to earn the pleasure we’re treating you to Darling, with your tongue. We did warn you that you’d drinking our sexual juices, didn’t we?”

So, as Lucy began to ride my cock, superbly once again, I commenced eating out her sister’s soaking wet pussy. Therefore, resulting in not just two screams of pure ecstasy, but three, as the three of us had timed it all so beautifully! Not that they still hadn’t finished with me just yet, for I’m sure that it will come as no surprise, that we repeated this ‘scene’ but with the girls swapping over their respective roles.

By now exhaustion was beginning to make its presence felt, but the three of us had just enough energy left for two more shags. With both of riding my cock again, Lucy first and then Ellie. But instead of simply asking me to eat them out, as it were, for each of these sexual adventures, they had a new game to play. No, they’d fetched a mouthpiece, featuring artificial ‘cock,’ part of which actually entered my mouth as Ellie strapped it around my head. So, for these final two shags of the night, I was ‘rode’ by both of them, and again simultaneous climaxes were achieved for all three of the participants within this sexual equation. And then, they finally did stop, believe me there wasn’t much ‘left in the tank’ by now!

One by one, they released my bonds, moving the respective limb about, in order to offset cramp, and when they retied each of them back to the bed, it was with a far greater degree of movement available to me, although escape was still firmly out of the question. Then they produced a hospital type ’water bottle’ enabling me to empty the bladder once more. Before they extinguished the light within the room, and one sister either side of me, we all settled down to some much need sleep. Well, like I say, this bed was big!

The sun was well and truly up and shining before any of the three of us stirred from our slumbers, sleep that had been long and refreshing. They then went through the same, release, move and retying each of my four limbs routine, however the bonds were back to being tight, if not too much of course. Then they shagged me once each, but singularly this time, with plenty of snogging, occurring during the shagging, I can tell you.

But just the once each. For as Lucy now informed me, “it’s time for you to meet mother!” Blimey, you mean there’s more? Between them the girls now gave me a thorough ‘bed bath,’ changing my stockings and suspenders for fresh, clean items, and when I’d been released from Lucy’s bed, I found myself handcuffed between them again. And still blindfolded.

To be once more led through this enormous dwelling down to the kitchen. From which a delicious smell of breakfast being cooked emerged, and as Lucy and Ellie placed me down into a very comfortable dining chair, releasing the cuffs from their own wrists, chaining them to the arms of said chair, a lovely and sensuous female voice rang around the room. “Good morning, Darling, I do hope that my daughters have kept you entertained, and have been looking after you properly?”

[LunaDog]

The voice of The Right Honourable Lady Victoria Geraldine Amelia Westingham, Duchess of Eastmoreland, no less! Now, when I’d entered that pub on the previous evening I had no idea, whatsoever, that I’d be meeting a full Duchess on this morning. And, once they’d locked me to that chair, as Ellie removed the blindfold, I wouldn’t have believed that if such an occurrence was to be forthcoming, my first sight of said Duchess would consist of her wearing just a beautiful satin basque, that fitted her wonderful form absolutely perfectly, and yet more very sheer nylon stockings! Not even any panties, and I was sure that I could see and sense her pussy watering with sexual anticipation! Be in NO doubt, approaching fifty years of age this Lady may well have been, but it was perfectly clear where her two daughters had inherited their gorgeous looks and sex appeal from. She was simply stunning!

“Full English, Darling? I know that the rest of the world, particularly the French regard English cuisine with a large measure of distain, and in many ways they’re correct, a lot of traditional English food is stodgy and bland, but NOBODY does breakfast as well as us! Croissants or bacon? No contest!”

Trying to be polite despite my shock at the sight of her so adorned or should that be to a large extent unadorned, I replied. “Yes please, Your Grace.”

“Your Grace? We’re not on ceremony here Darling. Please just call me ‘Vicky.’ Yes, I’d like that, after all, as I’ll explain once we’ve all eaten, we are going to be shagging each other into oblivion, you and I!” The look upon my face must have been a real picture, for Vicky laughed out loud! “Don’t worry, like I say, all will be revealed later, but for now, let’s eat.”

Food that was cooked to roughly the same high level as my three female companion’s sex appeal, but it was the manner in which I consumed it that was so novel. For with my arms cuffed to the chair, I couldn’t feed myself, naturally. Thus, once my fayre had been cut into consumable sized pieces, I was fed, bite by bite, by Lucy and Ellie! Just like a baby would be fed. Humiliating? Of course. Exciting? Absolutely! Why? I’ve NO idea, but it was. With it all washed down with some utterly delicious freshly ground coffee and squeezed orange juice. Smashing!

After we’d finished, Lucy and Ellie cleared the table, as the Duchess of Eastmoreland, or Vicky as she’d now become to me, sat herself right opposite of me and smiled into my face. “Enjoy that, Darling?”
“Very much so, Vicky.”
“Good. Now, as it will take some time for all of that to pass through your ‘system’ as it were, I’ll now give you that explanation that you’re entitled to. I assume that you’ve guessed that I am, in fact, a married Lady?”
“Yes, that equation had entered my mind, Vicky.”
“Well, yes, I am. But myself and my husband, William, The Duke of Eastmoreland, have an agreement between us. Right this moment, he’s either tied to the bed of his American Mistress, Rosie, and being shagged utterly senseless by her, or she’s already finished with him for the night, and they’re now sleeping, I’m not sure what the time difference is between here and New York, precisely. He has various ‘business interests’ out there, you see. Therefore, I am free to shag any of Lucy’s or Ellie’s ‘conquests’ if he’s not home, not that there’s many of those you understand. My daughters are not any sort of, I believe the term is ‘slag’ at all, both of them are quite choosy to be honest, and you should consider yourself quite privileged that they deliberately selected you!”

That’s me told then, I thought to myself, kidnapped, illegally raped, with more of that in prospect, and at that present time handcuffed to a kitchen chair. But then, well, actually to be perfectly honest I was beginning to enjoy this situation that I found myself in more and more. I mean my job, although quite satisfying and financially rewarding, can be very stressful at times with a large degree of responsibility attached to it. I was finding that leaving the choices, and ‘agenda’ to somebody else, was relaxing, and it wasn’t as if I didn’t enjoy what they were subjecting me to, after all? Now, whilst I couldn’t be considered sexually inexperienced at all, most of the sexual liaisons I’d partaken in involved me doing all the work and chasing around. No, I was fully enjoying surrendering to Lucy, Ellie, and now it appeared, The Duchess of Eastmoreland, far more than I’d ever anticipated. Being in bondage to a gorgeous woman was starting to look like it was ‘right up my street,’ and here were three of them, even if one was actually old enough to be my mother. So, yes, despite myself, I WAS beginning to consider myself, quite privileged. Who’d have thought it, eh? And, again, the thought occurred to me, these women obviously found me quite sexy, I guessed. Quite a boost to the ego, I must admit.

While we waited for my recent consumption to pass through my body, I was also surprised by the depth of the meaningful conversation that Vicky struck up with me. She was very interested in my work, informing me that I was actually employed by one of the competitors of her husband’s own company, and therefore within the same industry as him. I rather became aware of the fact that my present high position within said employment had gained a fair amount of respect from The Duchess, and from that point onwards she clearly regarded me as somebody whom she could both like and respond to. I was rapidly become completely impressed by her charms too, and I began to look forwards to being shagged by her. Yes, despite her being almost twice my age, really!

At last, I felt stirring within parts of my body, which I informed Vicky of. It was time. I was released from the chair, my arms being cuffed together, and led to a bathroom. I sensed that if I’d asked, she probably would have trusted me here, allowing my arms to become free, and conduct my ‘business’ in private within said room, but no, I’d grown to enjoy their games, so once more I permitted the humiliation of Vicky having to wipe my backside, and clean up my cock, afterwards. To her bedroom it was then!

A large and totally luxurious room, as I’m sure will surprise nobody. Dominated by a bed that was even greater than Lucy’s had been, a full four-poster, complete with a frame featuring curtains, that were obviously open at the moment. I was now handcuffed, arms spread out, to the frame at the foot of this bed, facing inwards and able to fully view the proceedings that now occurred.

Which was for Vicky, The Duchess of Eastmoreland no less, to lie centrally upon the bed’s black satin surface, stretch herself out in an ’X’ formation, and allow her two daughters to securely tie her wrists and ankles to the four corner bedposts. By the time they had finished, she was going nowhere, she could hardly move let alone, escape.

“Oh yes, Darling,” replying to my almost gaping open mouth! “You are now going to be tied to me! Where we will shag each other into the middle of next week! Girls!”

I found myself released from those cuffs, guided to be lying onto of Vicky’s bound body, wherein Lucy attended to my left-hand side, and Ellie my right. They tied Vicky’s and my ankles together, then our wrists. Now finally, with us interlacing our fingers, our hands.

Meaning that I was completely fastened to Vicky, and via this bondage to her, indirectly to the bed. As I gazed into her delicious perfect blue eyes. “Kiss me,” she ordered and to her utter delight I responded, snogging her with everything I had, her replying in kind, naturally. During which time, both Lucy and Ellie, still remaining on the bed, yes it was THAT big, pulled shut the heavy velvet curtains, thus plunging all four of us into total darkness. No need for any blindfold here, it seemed.

I felt a hand, Ellie’s incidentally, guide my rampant cock into her mother’s soaking wet pussy, and so it began! Vicky’s vaginal muscles immediately clamped themselves around it, grabbing it with all their considerable might, as I commenced the ‘motions of sex,’ starting slowly, but rapidly increasing speed until I was fully pumping Vicky for all she was worth.

Judging by the oral sounds of sheer pleasure being emitted from her mouth, it looked like The Duchess was fully enjoying being shagged as much as I was inducing pleasure from doing so, but I guess that the excitement level was so great, resulting in that first coupling being over far too quickly. But at least our timing was almost spot-on. For as our respective climaxes fully claimed us, and I shot my load into The Duchess of Eastmoreland with real vigour, she too screamed in pure ecstasy!

“Wow,” she exclaimed, when actually able to speak again, “as is often the case the first time is SO quick! But never mind, we’ve got all day ahead of us, Darling!” And it was now, with that fifteen or so minute wait for a male to ‘recharge’ that Lucy and Ellie came into the equation. For whilst neither Vicky nor I could see them, we certainly could FEEL them, as they combined to keep the levels of sexual anticipation and excitement up, touching and rubbing our bodies continually, and especially in my case, stroking my sheer nylon coated legs!

Eventually I was hard again, and this time it was Lucy who guided my cock ’home.’ With this second shag, just as we both hoped for and wanted, taking quite a while longer, before we reached that delightful state of ecstasy once again, almost simultaneously once more, and the room was filled with two more screams of pleasure at FULL volume!

Vicky and I took each other to heaven several more times, when she called a halt to proceedings, just as our strength was beginning to flag a little. “How about a spot of lunch, Darling? But don’t worry, we can return here afterwards, where I’ll be on top of you, next time!” Lucy and Ellie released the pair of us, and back down to the kitchen we went. But with me totally unfettered this time, by now Vicky KNEW I wouldn’t have even tried to escape from her, even if it was possible. She knew I didn’t want to now.

An absolutely delicious ‘ploughman’s lunch’ was duly presented to me, featuring real vintage cheddar cheese, that just as I love it, ‘attacked’ the back of my throat with its taste. And, with this lunch being homemade, this ploughman’s also featured ham, and even pate. All from the very top drawer, quality wise, as was the salad accompaniment, not to mention the very fresh, home baked, bread, complete with lashings of really creamy butter. Together with a glass of the superb dry white wine, that Vicky offered me from the bottle that she opened. Blimey, I could get used to this, I thought to myself, especially as I could now eat this fantastic fayre unaided!

Again, Vicky wanted to wait for the food and drink to largely pass through before we returned to her bed. “Do you know what, Darling? I love cooking and the enjoyment of good food almost as much as I love good sex. And what would you like for dinner this evening, once I’ve ravished you this afternoon? Do you enjoy a good curry? The Family has roots from serving in India for many years, and I can tell you that I am well capable of producing an Indian meal worthy of any restaurant.”

Maybe I’d get that King Prawn Madras after all! “Oh yes Vicky! I LOVE curry, in fact I had planned to visit an Indian restaurant just down the road from the pub, where I met Lucy and Ellie. Well, as you know they somewhat altered those plans for last night. And, whenever I visit a new restaurant, or use a takeaway, I always select the same dish, to use as a marker as it were. My favourite curry is King Prawn Madras. Hot enough to give one a ‘bite’ but not too spicy as to really dominate and take over one’s taste buds.”

“A challenge that I accept, Darling, King Prawn Madras it is then. I’ll have to send out for some nice fresh prawns though!” She went off to some sort of intercom system, and obviously instructed one of her staff to purchase said seafood.

Then it was off to the bathroom for both Vicky and I, and having done our respective ‘business,’ at last it was back to bed! For me to lie first upon its black satin surface, whereon Lucy tied my left wrist and ankle to its co-responding corner posts, while Ellie took care of my right limbs. Meaning I now couldn’t escape from Vicky’s large, luxurious bed, or her intentions for me.

Said Vicky climbed on top of my captured form, spread herself out, to mirror my shape, grabbing my hands with hers, and interlocking our fingers. Her daughters sprang into action straightaway, and within less than a minute, once more the Duchess and I were as one, inescapably bound to each other, as before, but with the reverse orientation this time.

“Now Darling, it’s me on top of you! Shall we resume our pleasure from this morning? Girls, The curtains!” They obeyed, plunging us all into TOTAL darkness once more.

One more I felt one of her daughters guide my cock ‘home’ and the shagging recommenced! And boy, what shagging? Much as I enjoyed myself this morning, with me on top, this way round with Vicky lying on top of me, just turned me on even more! God, was this woman totally insatiable, or what? By the time she finally called a halt, nearly two hours later, we were both fully spent, absolutely exhausted and covered in sweat, but I was really beginning to believe that maybe I’d died and was now a resident of heaven!

Can somebody love more than one person equally? Because, and be in no doubt here, I loved all three of my captors here, Vicky, Lucy and Ellie. And definitely wanted to see more of them in the future. Which is a subject that came up, during that delicious meal that Vicky served up, once we’d been released from her bed, and showered. Oh, yes Vicky had taken on the challenge of cooking a K.P.M. full on, and hadn’t she just succeeded? I really don’t believe that ANY restaurant has ever served up that dish as well as she had cooked it that night. And we ate this delicious meal in the full dining room, but with all four of us just wearing fresh sets of stockings and suspenders, Vicky’s once more being in the form of a lovely basque.

“Well Darling,” the Duchess started the conversation, “once we take you back to your home tomorrow, if you so wish, we will never bother you ever again. However, we would love to invite you back again, but only if you’re willing.”
“Ready, able AND willing, Vicky! ANY time you wish, I’ve loved being with all three of you and would just adore the prospect to spending more time with you all.”
“Good. Well, I’m sure that could be arranged. Now as to tonight. I think that you’ve had enough of bondage for now, maybe you should go to bed with either Lucy or Ellie, but not be tied up? And I’ll leave it up to you and whichever of my girls you sleep with if you wish for any action. So, which one of them do you wish to sleep with? Or shall we let the late Queen decide?” Producing a coin, one with the former Queen Elizabeth’s head upon it. “Lucy, do you choose ‘heads’ or ‘tails?’”
“Heads, mother.”

Vicky tossed the coin high into the air, and it came down….

TAILS! Meaning I’d be spending the night with Ellie.

[LunaDog]

As Ellie and I snuggled down together, it occurred to me that this was the last bed of these three that I’d visited. And the first that I hadn’t become bound to. Just as Vicky had suggested, that was a situation that continued, as Ellie and I made love, and not shagged each other during that night. It was time for the gentle touches, the feeling caresses, different sure, but no less enjoyable from the frantic sex of earlier. And possibly even more meaningful.

“You know Darling, from the moment Lucy and I saw you enter that pub, we knew that you were special, you were somebody I wanted. But, by goodness, you’re by far exceeded by best expectations of that moment, you are somebody I know I could spend the rest of my life together with! I’m just SO glad that you’ve agreed to see us again.” And on that note, the pair of us settled down to some much-needed sleep.

Sleep that continued for me, long after it had ceased for my lovely partner. Meaning that as I did awaken, my freedom had gone, if there was no bondage inflicted upon me last night, I discovered that as far as Ellie was concerned, that condition didn’t extend into this Sunday morning. For she had succeeded in tying me firmly to her bed, without waking me at all, so I found myself as her complete carnal captive when I finally came out of my slumbers. And if the sex of last night was gentle and loving, now the ‘rough’ stuff was, well and truly, back!

Ellie shagged the once more blindfolded me twice, at ‘full throttle’ as it were, inducing some fantastic climaxes for us both, before a gentle ‘tap’ on her bedroom door announced the arrival of her sexy sister. Who naturally, Ellie stood aside for, allowing Lucy to shag me next. Then they fetched and fitted that mouth mounted simulated cock, and so they both enjoyed using my body at the same time again, swapping around the relative positions after each time! A few hours that passed, with I think I can claim, a truly exhilarating time being had by all.

Had these aristocratic women finished with me just yet? Of course not, after a truly tasty lunch, it was back to being tied to Vicky’s bed, with her tied on top of me for a couple of more thoroughly enjoyable shags, before the action finally stopped.

Having given them my full contact details, with the Ladies promising to get in contact with a view to repeating this truly memorable ‘sexperience,’ it was time for Jenkins to run me home. I found him to be pleasant company during the drive, and although, naturally as you’d expect not one word was spoken about the weekend with his employers, we had an interesting chat about something else that we both shared a passion for, football. However, I had no idea just how the weekend’s round of matches had progressed, as I had been somewhat occupied, so Jenkins filled me in. Discovering to my dis-appointment that my beloved Leicester City had lost during this weekend, but then, hadn’t I, myself, very much won?

I asked him to drop me off at the pub, as I’d decided to finally select a second previously untasted beer, before I went home to prepare for work on the following day, a Monday morning, of course. As I selected and ordered that beer, it was the landlord himself who served me. “Sorry Sir, but I forgot to warn you about those girls from the other night. You see, there’s all sorts of rumours floating around about them, but as they’re never done any harm here to my business, I can’t fairly bar them. I noticed that you left this establishment with them, can I take it nothing untoward resulted from that action?”
“You needn’t worry yourself about them, they proved to be utterly delightful company.”

And I left it there. For I wasn’t going to betray the confidence that they had trusted me with, I wasn’t going to openly blab about,

THE ECCENTRICITIES OF THE ARISTOCRACY.

Which, obviously, I very much hoped to be exposed to again!