Dance De Sade - Preparation…

Dec the 10th 2004 I looked at the embossed card with complete delight, entranced at being a part of our Society. We all carried them, though rarely did any of us use them. They were to be given out only in the case of agreement by the membership; with a prospective whom a current member felt had the de Sade Society potential. This particular card had the date and time of our annual dance on it, so I carefully tucked it away in my pocket. I headed for the library; ready to take on the afternoon's correspondence while my wardrobe maid prepared my costume for tonight. She knew if she did well, she'd be amply rewarded at my earliest convenience. The woman had simple needs and any of my house staff would gladly fill them. I might even do it myself. She had pleasing hips and a full cunt, always wet and ready for a tongue. I might just dive that pussy myself. I smiled at the thought and opened the library door. Entering, I shut it behind me and settled into my big leather desk chair, snuggling in, adjusting my large elegant bathrobe around me. I felt under it quickly. I loved the feeling of my downy pubic hair and the moisture my cunt makes when I think of the adventures my friends and I have with these society dances. An underground society and one of the most elite in the country at that. I pushed a finger into myself, arching back for better access. I fucked it in and out of my body, spreading my legs wide. I love masturbating and I'll stroke my clit at any opportunity. I heard the library door open and knew it was my butler, Henry. He was the only one of my staff allowed to enter without knocking. Even my private secretary didn't have that privilege. Henry has been with me for years and years. He's seen everything, witnessed the most debauch of my adventures and would never say a word. I trust him with my life. I had my eyes closed and called out to him. He answered with his usual "yes madam" and I felt him next to me. I stroked my fingers across my wet clit; my legs wide open and up on the library desk. "Stroke me to climax, Henry." "Yes, Madam." I felt his fingers on my clit, stroking in exactly the precise way I'd taught him over the years. The best… And my body responded. My legs opened further, Henry sunk three fingers into me and fucked across my clit in a rhythm that called my orgasm out from my cunt. I climaxed, sighing softly as the waves gripped my pussy, grinding my bottom into the leather of the chair, like some form fitting master. By the time the waves had subsided completely, Henry was gone and on my desk, on a glass coaster, sat a perfect glass of sparkling water with a lemon twist, pilled high with crushed ice. That man took such good care of me. Far better than any servant I have had or will ever have. I decided right then that I'd give him a bonus. What the hell, he didn't use it. His needs were met here and he never left the estate. He never spent his wage, but instead sent it off to his widowed daughter and two grandchildren. Fine by me. He was a delight and if he was happy, I was happy with his service. I got down to my paperwork and correspondence, masturbating one more time before I finished and when I was done, I headed up to my suite of rooms to get ready for the night's fun. My wardrobe maid had my costume prepared, all fastenings tightened and the garment perfectly cleaned and ready. I examined it closely. I wanted everything perfect. Each velvet panel, each lace bit and all the linen trim. The dress was indeed perfect, Sissy's best work. I examined it against the drawings we'd agreed upon and it was perfection. I would be the most incredibly beautiful woman at the dance. I felt myself grow wet from excitement and anticipation. Laughing, I kissed her deeply and led her to the chair beside the bed. I slipped my robe off, naked and sat down. I ordered Sissy over my knee and raised her uniform skirt, revealing her naked rounded full ass. I ran my hand over it, revelling in its form. She groaned and looked up at me over her shoulder. I gave her a big wink and brought my bare hand down as hard as I could on her peachy plump bottom. Leaving a very red handprint, she squealed and tried to open her legs. I repeated it and she squirmed on my knee like a young girl. I spanked her over and over again, reddening her bottom like a rosy apple. And then I spanked some more. She cried real tears and moaned in pleasure. I finally stopped her spanking and pushed a finger into her wet sex. She gasped and squeaked out an "oh my my Lady!" I laughed, fucked her for a moment and then pulled my drenched digit out, without letting her finish. I had decided then and there that she would attend the dance with me. She would be climaxing today, but not with me now, here. I ordered her to don the plain white linen gown she would find in the closet wardrobe. Nothing beneath. And meet me at the car at precisely eight. She grew very wide-eyed over the idea of attending with me and her legs seemed week as I pushed her to stand, her flaming spanked bottom jutting out like juicy tempting delights. I wanted to run my fingers between those cheeky cheeks, but refrained. I would keep her very busy tonight. She would need the next few days off to recover, so I rang the housekeeper and told her Sissy would be in my care for the next few days. She'd make arrangements for the girl's work to be covered. I knew she'd be perfect for the festivities. I sent her on her way to prepare herself. I took a quick and steamy shower, douching my cunt with rosewater. I dried off with one of my favourite fluffy towels and made my way back into the bedroom, seeing Henry had been here once again. The fresh cup of mint tea sat steaming on the side table by the bed, the slice of lemon beside it. I sipped it gratefully, relaxing for a few minutes. I rang my friend Sylvia, wondering if she and her husband would be ready on time. I had offered to pick them up in my car. When I told her that I'd chosen Sissy to travel to the dance with me, she laughed delightedly and remarked on how her husband would love travelling with that one in the car. He could eat her juicy plump pussy all the way to the dance. Sylvia's husband was insatiable, but more than anything, Sylvia loved watching her husband lick and suck on another woman's cunt, his face smeared with her juices. I felt myself grow wet at the opportunity to watch that as well. The drive there should be great! I put the tea down and started getting ready for the dance…