Date: Wed, 22 Dec 1999 13:45:08 -0800 (PST) From: Selena Anders Subject: margaret-20 Margaret-20, Sunday evening The skies were clouded over by the time I arrived at the Sapphire Club and identified myself to the gatekeeper in her crisp white uniform. The afternoon had gone well, and with Alixia's help we had chosen many outfits in rubber and leather for the women of the Club. Much of the leather was heavily studded, so my suitcase weighed quite a bit, and I was glad to see a golf cart waiting for me. Then I was even happier to see that little Linda was at the wheel. She jumped out and seized my suitcase, tossing it in the back of the cart, then greeted me with an all-out kiss that made my toes tingle. I returned the intimacy, and for good measure lifted her skirt briefly to fondle her ass, which was mostly not covered by the thin thong of her uniform. Linda giggled and gave me a heart-melting smile. "Come on! I'm supposed to take you to Madame Zeta's lair." "Who's Madame Zeta?" I asked as we hopped into the cart. "She's a visiting sex-toy expert from England. There isn't much she doesn't know about dildoes and vibrators. She always says her motto is 'Fuck me hard, fuck me anywhere! Fuck you hard, fuck you anywhere!' She's practically taken over the wet room in the big house basement." "The wet room?" I asked. "You'll see!" Linda grinned. We arrived at the steps of the mansion and Linda refused to let me carry my own suitcase inside. The huge circular foyer with the mosaic of Eros, the Greek god of love, reminded me that I was here to sell, not just to enjoy the hospitality. Linda led the way to a small door under the grand staircase that rose to the second floor, and opened it. Another smaller set of steps led downward into a completely different world. The steps curved down to end at the top tier of a small circular amphitheater. In contrast to the gold and ivory of the floor above, here all was stark concrete and steel. Three rows of seating, just large steps, really, descended into a depression in the floor. The only padding was a series of slightly curved vinyl cushions on each level. A low steel rail separated the bottom row from the pit, which was about ten feet across. The only thing in the concrete pit was a vinyl-covered bench, slightly off-center, and about six feet long. Up in the ceiling, there were black-painted steel girders, and numerous coloured spot-lights, all pointed down into the central pit. There were also several steel cables hanging down, each with soft-looking straps on the end. The other end of each cable disappeared up into a mass of machinery. Linda snapped me out of my wondering observations by asking, "Is there anything else I can get you? A drink, maybe?" She had carefully placed my suitcase on the second row of seats. "Uh, how about a martini?" I asked, still distracted by the complex set-up around me. "Right away!" Linda responded and ran up the stairs, giving me a flash of her pretty ass until she disappeared from view. I wandered around the room for a minute, and my eye was caught by what looked like a TV remote control. It had several little up and down buttons, and a number pad. I picked it up and poked at an up button. "Please enter utility number, then re-enter up or down." a soft female voice spoke. With some hesitancy I pushed the number 1, then the up button again. With a soft hiss, the bench in the pit began to rise. It kept on going up until it was a good 8 feet off the floor, then abruptly stopped. Intrigued, I pressed 3 and down. There was a quiet whirring sound from above, and I looked up to see one of the cable ends descending. It hit the floor and the wire just started to pile up, as Linda came back down the stairs with a tray carrying my martini, a pitcher, and a small ice container. "How do I stop this wire from coming down?" I called across the room. "Just press CANCEL" Linda replied with a laugh. "Then press 3 and up to rewind it." She brought me the tray and handed me the glass. "The pitcher is in case you want a refill. Sorry about the plastic cup, but glass is strictly forbidden down here." "So what is all this for?" I asked, gesturing around. Linda cocked an eyebrow at me. "You really are innocent, aren't you? Don't worry. Lots of ladies are coming soon to see your stuff, so why don't we lay your things out on the top row?" So Linda and I got to work, setting out the EROS products for viewing. We were just getting the task finished, when a group of women came down the stairs. My products immediately attracted their attention, and they started to feel the leather and rubber, holding various items up to each other's bodies. More ladies arrived, and a few started to strip and try things on. I was delighted to notice Dara, the long leggy ambassador's daughter. "Excuse me, could you help me with this?" I looked around to see a pretty young girl in her early twenties. She was holding a black leather corset with minimal bra cups. She was already wearing one of my black leather hip-hugger mini-skirts that was barely long enough to cover her ass. Her generous breasts were bare, so it was no problem for me to help her slip the corset around her lower ribs and begin to lace it up the back. I made it especially tight at the bottom, around her narrow waist, then just normally firm above that. When she turned around, the effect was spectacular. The corset perfectly accented her wonderful hourglass figure, and the inadequate cups pushed her 34-Ds up in a truly voluptuous way, without concealing a bit of her hard little nipples. A few of the ladies around us applauded and whistled, and the girl looked pleased. "I'll definitely take it!" she told me, "and the skirt too, of course." Linda appeared at my elbow, "If you like, we can make this a bulk order to the club, and the members can pay for it as an add-on to their dues." Linda whispered to me, and I realized that the plan would save me a lot of paperwork. The name my new friend in black leather wrote on the order sheet was Kathryn. "Thank you, Kathryn! My first sale of the day!" I leaned toward her to kiss her on the cheek, but she turned her head to catch my lips on hers. After a few moments she whispered to me, "You could kiss me a bit lower if you wanted. My nipples are feeling a bit chilled." So of course I complied with the customer's wish, and sucked her small nipples until they were long and hard. In the process, my roving hands discovered that she was not wearing any panties. "Oooh, I want one of those!" a nearby woman commented, and there was a chorus of agreement from several others, so it was back to business before pleasure as I took orders. For almost an hour I took orders on various items. One of the customers asked me to model a piece we just call "the Vee." It is really not much more than two black rubber bands that join at the crotch, rise and widen slightly as they pass over the nipples, then go over the shoulders to dive back down into the crack of your ass. This was a crowd that was not afraid to drop a thousand dollars on an outfit, and everyone agreed that the EROS quality was worth it. By the end of that hour those of the crowd who were not wearing leather and rubber from EROS were mostly naked. Suddenly a chime began to ring, and most of the ladies moved toward seats on the lower two rows. Linda and the other few staff girls present made sure that drinks were topped up, and a hush fell on the room as the lights began to fade. Dara came over to sit by me, and we shared a secret smile. A minute later we were in total darkness, and the only sound to be heard was a slight moaning that could only mean someone was masturbating, or someone else was helping her out. I felt Dara's fingers begin to slide up my thigh in the dark. When it touched my excited pussy through the thin rubber of the Vee suit, I almost came on the spot! BANG! A brilliant spotlight beam shot across the room, to illuminate a woman I had not seen before. She was dressed in an EROS contraption I had just sold to someone else, and looked stunning in it. "Welcome Ladies!" she spoke into a microphone in her hand, and her amplified voice echoed around the amphitheater. "Welcome to Zeta's pleasure night! Who will be the lucky girl this evening to have her every dirty desire fulfilled? Who knows what lewd lascivious lust lurks in the hearts of all of you? Zeta knows!" It wasn't that Zeta was all that physically gorgeous, but somehow she simply emanated an overwhelming aura of intense sexuality. Her shoulder-length blonde hair was fairly normal, but sparkling green eyes suggested a truly unusual energy. To American ears, her English accent added a touch of the exotic, as she carried on, "Before we draw for tonight's lucky winner, I want to introduce our special guest, Margaret from the EROS Lingerie Company!" The spotlight swung over to me for just long enough for Dara to snatch her hand out of my crotch, and for me to stand and take a bow, before returning to our hostess Zeta. It followed her as she stepped through a gap in the lower rail, and swaggered seductively around the pit. Zeta kept on talking into her dildo-shaped mike. She was almost felating it. "This thing that I am wearing is from Margaret's lovely collection, and I want to show you the most exciting thing I discovered about it!" Actually, it was an arrangement of steel rings, connected by bright green leather straps. Three of the rings were located in the garment's crotch, connected by only 1/2" bits of strap, and they were exactly centered on Zeta's clitoris, vagina and rectum. Then straps burst like sun-rays from the forward ring and swarmed up her belly to connect with two more steel rings that exactly framed her excited, inch-long nipples. The whole array was studded with rhinestones, and Zeta absolutely glittered in the spotlight. "Linda!" Zeta continued, "Bring on the toys!" Dozens of multi-coloured lights flooded the pit as lLinda stepped down into the ring with a velvet-covered box, and presented it to Zeta, who lifted the lid. Inside were three lovely pink penises. Two were about 8" long, with little round bases, while the third was slightly longer with a distinct curve. "Ladies! Most of you know about the Pleasure-matic number one, the basic model. But this lovely leather from EROS can transform a few of them into a total fuck-suit! Linda, the first dildo, please!" Linda set the box aside on the edge of the pit. Linda took one out as Zeta bent over, raising her arms like airplane wings. Linda knelt before the Ringmistress and reached under her chest for a moment, then Zeta straightened. "You see ladies? I, have discovered that the rings of this lovely suit are exactly the right size to hold the Pleasure-matic 1! And if you turn it on, like this (she slid a switch hidden discretely in the cock's base) it feels oh so nice!" Zeta's tits are not overly large, about a 34-B, but now her right breast sported an 8" cock sticking straight out from her nipple! "Linda, the next one please!" She bent over for her helper to install another dildo, and then there were two. "Ladies, I'm sure you have all enjoyed the delights of tit-fucking, but now you can give your partner extra pleasure with tit-cocks!" Zeta danced all around the pit, giving everyone a close view of the toys and their rhinestone-studded harness. Many of the women around were openly masturbating or casually fondling each other, as Zeta announced "Now Ladies, Linda will complete the ensemble!" Zeta thrust her hips forward and spread her legs, as Linda took the longer curved cock and pulled aside the crotch ring of her harness to insert the toy from the inside. The plain ordinary dildo was magically transformed into a strap-on, thrusting lewdly out and upward. "There you go, Ladies! You can have three cocks, where a man only has one! Margaret, dear, does EROS carry the Pleasure-matic line?" "Of course!" I answered, even though I had no idea if EROS really did. I made a mental note to insist that Valena get a large order very quickly. "Wonderful!" Zeta enthused into her microphone as a round of applause filled the room, "And now for the highlight of the evening! Who will the lucky girl be? Linda, the entry bowl please!" Linda was prepared with a large fish-bowl full of small, unmarked envelopes. She held it carefully to her chest with one arm while she reached in and stirred the contents with her other hand. With a flourish, Zeta reached into the bowl and plucked out one envelope. Linda quietly took the bowl away as Zeta made a show of opening the envelope. From somewhere the sound of a drum-roll filled the air as Zeta plucked a note from inside. Slowly and elaborately Zeta unfolded the note, then brought her cock-rophone up to her lips. "Ladies, it says, ' I especially love shaved or otherwise hairless young pussies. If you could top that off with some luxurious armpit hair, I'll be in heaven. I also fantasize about licking another girl's asshole, letting her pee in my mouth, sucking on big, milk-filled tits!" There was a gasp from across the theater as someone recognized her note. "Kathryn!" Zeta called. "Come On Down!" Kathryn turned out to be the girl I had helped into the leather corset. She stepped down into the pit as Zeta picked up the remote control I had played with earlier. The padded bench sank right down to the floor as two cables drifted down from the ceiling. Linda and two other staff members, looking absolutely prim and proper in their tiny white tennis dresses, helped Kathryn lie down so that her shoulders rested on the padded bench, and tied her arms outstretched from end to end. The purpose of the soft straps at the end of the cables became evident as the staff girls buckled them around Kathryn's ankles. Then, with practiced expertise, Zeta pushed buttons on the remote control. Smoothly and quietly the machinery whirred and hissed as Kathryn was elevated by bench and cable to hang totally exposed about four feet above the floor. Zeta ducked under a cable to stand between Kathryn's widely splayed legs and raised the prick-o-phone to her lips. "Ladies, before we move on to the special requests, it's time for our traditional tongue-bath! So cum on down!" Seven or eight of the women scrambled down to the pit, some entering through the gap opposite Katherine's exposed crotch, while the impatient ones slipped under the guard-rail. Dara whispered in my ear, "Wow! I don't know if I could ever do that!" "Don't knock it 'till you've tried it." I replied, "Why don't we go down and give that girl a lick?" I took Dara by the hand and she followed me down into the pit of sin. There were so many mouths licking and sucking and slurping at Kathryn's writhing body, that it was hard to know where to get in and join the feast. They were like a school of devouring piranha fish. After a moment's pause, I whispered to Dara, "You go on her right side, and I'll take the left. Just do everything I do!" Wide-eyed, the pretty 19-year-old simply nodded. I had noticed that while Zeta had taken command of the position between Kathryn's legs, nobody seemed to be taking care of the outside of her thighs. So when Dara was positioned opposite me I motioned to her to kneel as I did, and that brought us down to the level where our tongues were right at the base of Kathryn's ass cheeks. Dara really got into licking the underside of Kathryn's thighs, and so did I. We could have gotten stiff necks from all of our upward probing, but I didn't care. Looking up between Kathryn's legs we could see Zeta's cock teasing at her cunt lips. Dara's tongue and mine swirled around the backs of Kathryn's thighs and the cheeks of her ass, before meeting at her anus. We giggled, two girls sharing fun and adventure, as we tried to spear our tongues into the hanging anus, and licked up the fuck-juice that was drooling slowly out of her cunt. Katherine writhed and moaned in pleasure, but whose tongue or fingers were exciting her most, no-one could tell. "Ah! Ah! Zeta! Do me!" our victim cried, and Dara and I just managed to get out of the way on time, as Zeta's upturned fuckmotor speared into the sopping tunnel before her. With the remote control in one hand and the fuck-o-phone in the other to give instructions, Zeta was totally in control. "Christine!" she announced, "Give our Kathryn the milk she desires!" A woman with full breasts stepped around as the bench rose just high enough so that Kathryn's hanging head met her full, milk-rich tits; and started to suck. "Yes my baby-dear," the woman crooned as if to a baby, as she cradled Kathryn's head in her hands. "You suck nice on Mommy's big juicy titties. You make Mommy feel so nice. You love Mommy's milk, don't you? Just like you love these nice ladies who are licking your nipples, and Madame Zeta who is fucking your nice pussy!" Dara and I had stood up, and were both rubbing Kathryn's clit as Zeta got into wilder and wilder fucking. We saw the woman's milk ooze from the sides of Kathryn's hungry mouth, obviously delivering more than the girl could swallow. Suddenly Kathryn's mouth came away from the large breast that had been feeding it, and her cry of "Aaaaaaahhhh!" filled the room. Milk flowed down her cheeks, as her cunt erupted with a different kind of milk, soaking both dildo and my fingers. Dara and I promptly began to lick some of her juices off of our fingers, and slather the rest up and down her inner thighs. Zeta spoke into her microphone again, "And now our lovely Kathryn needs an asshole to suck! Who will be the one to bring this part of her hidden desires to reality?" For a tiny moment there was no response, but Zeta was not to be deterred. "How about the lovely lady on my left? What's your name dear?" Zeta shoved her dildo-phone into my friend's face. "Uh, my name is Dara" the startled girl replied. "Well Dara, you and Margaret here have been licking Kathryn's ass for the last five minutes, so now it's your turn!" The hands of many women swept Dara around the end of the bench, stripping her dress and panties off as she went. They turned Dara's back to Kathryn's head, and spread her legs wide as the bench silently lowered to just the right height for Kathryn's tongue to probe her virgin asshole. It was impossible to tell which of the many ladies began the chant, but others picked it up quickly, 'suck, suck, suck, suCK, suCK, suCK, SUCK! SUCK! SUCK!' they all cried in unison as Kathryn's tongue swirled around Dara's anus. I was concerned that Kathryn's neck might get tired, so I ran around and knelt before Dara's pretty pussy, and lifted Kathryn's head so her tongue could spear deeper and deeper into the teen's ass. Dara went totally crazy, grinding her bum down on Kathryn's mouth, and I was glad to be there to support the helpless girl's head. Suddenly Dara stopped moving at all, except that her rigid body was shaking all over, and the juices of her passion flowed forth all over Kathryn's nose and eyes, running in a great torrent across her cheeks and down through her hair. Dara put her hands on my shoulders for support, then others gently lifted her from Kathryn's face which was contorted in pure animal lust. Zeta was still vigorously fucking Kathryn's cunt, but because of the lowered position of Kathryn's shoulders, the cock tip was rubbing harder against her g-spot as her legs kicked helplessly in their restraints. Zeta brought the fuck-o-phone up to her lips once more. "Ladies, Kathryn's letter requested that someone with a nice young shaved pussy pee in her mouth! Who will grant Kathryn's fondest desire?" Instantly little Linda came running up to volunteer, but when she saw me standing already over Kathryn's face she stopped. As I looked into her eyes, it seemed I could read her mind. She so much wanted to please Kathryn, but she would never dream of interfering if it was a pleasure I wanted too. I smiled at her and reached to pull down the zipper of her white uniform tennis dress, kneeling before her as I got it to the bottom. As other women stripped off the dress, I pulled her sheer panties down to the floor, then looked back up into her lust-filled eyes. "Have fun!" I whispered, with a wink. Smoothly Zeta lowered the bench several more inches, since Linda's legs were shorter than Dara's. Kathryn must have been an excellent cunt-lapper because in no time Linda was screaming with excitement. I returned to my position, kneeling at Linda's ass, supporting Kathryn's head as she sucked and slurped at that pretty hairless cunt. It was probably the same woman who started the previous chant who began to repeat, "piss, piss, piss, Pee, Pee, Pee, Piss, Piss, Piss, PEE, PEE, PEE!" and suddenly Linda did let go with a torrent of urine, flooding into Kathryn's mouth and overflowing onto her neck and face and the floor. Thunderous applause greeted the two as Kathryn did her hopeless best to drink Linda's offering. Zeta finally pulled out of Kathryn's well-fucked cunt, and announced, "That's it everybody! It looks like our special guest has had enough for one evening, and we want her to want to come back another day, don't we girls?" Another huge round of applause echoed through the amphitheater as the bench receded to the floor and the two remaining staff girls released Kathryn's ankles. Kathryn was a little wobbly as Zeta helped her to her feet, and the applause continued as they, along with the milk lady, Dara, Linda, and I all took our bows. ========= To the real Linda, Kathryn and Zeta, Merry Christmas!