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The weekend after Tanner left, was my next task day, or task weekend, for Oliver. I went to his house on Friday night after Suki released me. He had me bathe, put on make-up and perfume, dressed me only in silk thigh high stockings and an open bra putting my breasts on a platter, and nothing else but a collar, cuffs at wrists and ankles and high heels. He wrapped me in a long cloak for the car ride as we took a rather lengthy drive into the country. We eventually arrived at an estate similar to the one belonging to Suki's patron, save there was a high brick wall about the yard and no windows on the first floor.
When we arrived, Oliver faced me on the seat and said, "This is a bondage and discipline establishment. You're being given to whoever wants you in this place. Man, woman, it doesn't matter. You will address the clothed men as Master, including me, and the clothed women as Mistress. Masters and Mistresses will always keep an item of clothing on so you'll know their status. Slaves will always have collars and cuffs. You will do whatever they want of you, which may include bare handed spankings, paddling or even whipping and obviously, sex. You will thank the Master or Mistress each time they have sex with you or punish you. Nothing they do will be allowed to mark you past this weekend so you may proceed with your nude modeling on Monday without having to answer uncomfortable questions. Many of the guests here like to impose a bit of pain, so expect it and live with it. You're allowed to cry and weep, or groan, but you may not scream except in pleasure, nor protest your treatment in any way. They may use you themselves or watch you have sex with others, including their own slaves. You will ask permission to cum. If you cum without the permission of whoever is using you, you will likely be punished. We will stay here until Sunday evening. I myself will also use you many times and you'll sleep in my bed unless someone else has requested you. You are new here and I expect you will be very popular amongst the other guests. The new toys are always interesting."
"What is this place?" I said.
"It doesn't have a name, only a motto: Fais ce que tu voudras - Do What Thou Wilt. The other guests usually refer to it only as the Club, as if no other club exists."
"The motto of the Hellfire Club," I said.
"You did a lot of research to find that out."
"Not that much, just followed links in Wikipedia from Aleister Crowley. Their motto was related to his own. 'Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law'.
"The traditional corresponding phrase in response to someone saying the motto was, 'Love is the law, love under will'," Oliver said.
"I see no love involved in any of this; only sex, and rather loveless sex at that. You no more care about what I love than I care about you."
"I suspect Aleister believed all sex was love. The true response in modern wording would be 'Sex is the law, sex under will'. Love is merely a pseudonym for sex in this instance. In any event, having sex will be thy law this weekend."
"What does anyone gain from my sex this weekend? What's its purpose?"
"Sex is the purpose. It's not always about sex magic. Sometimes sex is its own purpose." He handed me my mask. "No one who will be here this weekend is of concern. You may see them without violating anyone's privacy. Your own will be at risk if you remove the mask. It's possible some of them will know who you are through your husband or his parents. Some may have attended your wedding. I doubt they will recognize you naked and masked. It is enough you obey."
"Tanner's parents could be here?"
"No, only people who know his parents. They run in the same circles."
I put on the mask. There was a cheese cloth material over the eye holes limiting, but not blocking my vision. Oliver came around the car, opened the door and helped me out. He removed the cloak, baring my body and led me to the door, rapping smartly on a knocker.
A naked man answered the door. He had a starched collar over a steel collar, and cuffs, nothing else. His cock had a metal cage around it which would prevent him from having an erection. It looked painful. "Sir," he said.
"Oliver Crowley and companion," Oliver said.
"Very well, sir. Please follow me to the common room."
Oliver took my arm and led me along behind the butler or servant, as I took him to be, to a large, primarily masculine styled room with a roaring fireplace. There was a naked woman lying on a table with food adorning her body. Some people were eating off her body without using utensils, simply bending over and eating whatever morsel took their fancy. There were about a dozen men and half dozen women lounging on well stuffed chairs in the center of the room. They were primarily dressed. I say primarily because one man had his fly open while another naked man sucked his cock. Another naked fellow had his head buried under the skirts of a woman. He had another of the cage like devices on his cock. She looked like she was close to an orgasm from the sounds of it. She was moaning and rubbing her breasts over her clothing. Several other naked men and women were tied or otherwise fastened to various posts, pillars, or chains provided to keep them confined until they were needed. One naked slave was bound spread-eagled between two posts while she was fucked in the ass by another half dressed fellow. Half dressed because his trousers were down around his ankles as he plowed her bum.
Oliver led me to the center of the circle of chairs of dressed people and bid me kneel, and fastened my collar to a chain lying on the carpet. The chain wouldn't allow me to rise from off my knees. The woman being licked climaxed, screaming fairly loudly. Once again, I found my body responding to the naked bodies of both men and women. My forced subservience, my nakedness in the presence of fully dressed people and the fucking proceeding around the room, left me wet and aroused. Shortly afterward, the man being sucked, also released with the appropriate moans of pleasure.
"So this is your new project, Oliver," a woman said. "Is she any good?"
"I find her satisfactory," Oliver said. "She's not yet been taught all the finer aspects of discipline, though I did make her cum last week with a whip. Part of the reason she's here. You're all such excellent teachers. She has only two rules attached to her. No marks lasting past Sunday evening and she can't remove the mask."
"She's a pretty, young thing," the woman said. "Has she licked cunt yet?"
"Not as well as she will when you're finished training her," Oliver replied.
"May I take her to my bed this evening?"
"If no one else wishes to make a claim on her, else we'll draw lots."
No one else made a claim for my nighttime services, so I was assigned to her for the evening.
Oliver prodded me with the toe of his shoe and I looked up at him. He mouthed the words, thank you.
"Thank you, Mistress," I said.
"I can see she has a lot to learn," the woman said.
"She's married and I only got her for a few hours each week so her husband doesn't discover what a slut she is. It's limited my opportunities for proper training. He's out of town now, so I hope to remedy some of her deficiencies in the interim."
"Perfect," one of the men said. "I love to fuck other men's wives. It's so hedonistic. If it's all right with you, I'd like to use her mouth now."
"And I'd love to fuck her cunt," another guy said.
"Be my guest. It's the reason she's here. To learn what a slut she is," Oliver replied.
They put me on my hands and knees and the first man put his erect cock in my mouth and the other one pushed hard into my cunt.
"She's already wet, but so fucking tight!" Cunt Fucker exclaimed, slamming into me.
"She responds well to sexual stimuli," Oliver said. "She cums all the time."
"She is aware of the rules regarding cumming without permission, isn't she?" Cunt Fucker asked.
"Of course, though I expect she'll need constant reminders. She's not very good at ignoring her own pleasure."
"Then I shall have to claim sloppy seconds," a new man added. "I love a woman who can't keep from climaxing. It's so fun punishing them after."
