Victorian Bondage Show (spanking voyeur fetish BDSM)
In this steamy tale of Victorian impropriety, meet the members of the Rollins Club - perfectly ordinary gentlemen who are putting on private sex shows for their own amusement. When a particularly interesting lady appears to teach the members a little bit about BDSM, the temperature rises sky high! More
In this steamy tale of Victorian impropriety, meet the members of the Rollins Club - perfectly ordinary gentlemen who are putting on private sex shows for their own amusement. When a particularly interesting lady appears to teach the members a little bit about BDSM, the temperature rises sky high!
Warning: This 5,400-word adults-only tale contains sex acts in front of an audience, masturbation, oral sex, bondage positions, a very assertive mistress, a highly submissive man and woman, and a newspaper.
And then she entered. Our jaws all dropped simultaneously. Across the room, Nellie Symonds was getting down to business, but we had no idea what she was saying. Our attention was firmly on the creature in front of us, the like of which none of us had ever seen before.
She was tall. I had to restrain the urge to rush out towards her and compare our heights. My God, she was tall. A quick look at the ground explained some of the impression. Her boots were black leather, knee-high, lovingly buffed and shined. The heels on them were truly obscene; needle sharp and ridiculously high. I had no idea how she was able to keep her balance in them, but she did, strolling into the room as casually as one might stroll down the promenade of a seaside town.
And her expression! I had intended to take a good look at her physical attributes, but my God, she was smiling so very wickedly, and that held my attention most thoroughly. She was clearly enjoying just standing there, being watched by us, watching us back. There was just a trace of disdain creeping around her eyes, too. It was a most beguiling effect.
“Good afternoon”, she said. Her voice seemed to have been ripped straight from a finishing school…and “ripped” was the right word, because it was slightly rough around the edges, a hint of danger creeping into it as she contined to speak. “I am Florrie Tremlingham, and it will be my pleasure to show you some of the things that I know.”
She began pacing gently up and down as she spoke to us. “You see, it’s come to my attention that…how can I put this? The performance in bed of some of England’s finest gentlemen leaves plenty to be desired.” The merest frisson of objection ran round our group, but Florrie continued regardless.