Mistress of Ceremonies

Cherry’s club was characteristically cunning, cleverly concealed in the very core of a boring business park and camouflaged by its latent location. The faded yet functional frontage separated the venue from the conventional suburbia that surrounded it, but for those in the know the tell-tale red door was the covert confirmation they needed. It was indeed an optimal locale, donning a devilish disguise during the daytime and transforming in to a fetish façade after dark. Whilst it was effortlessly part of the periphery for most, thanks to successful sexual subterfuge, for some it was the kink filled crux of their fetish world and the opportunity for dalliance with a danger zone of escapism. Cherry had affectionately named the venue, the Inside Out Club, which was a brilliantly canny play on words, as she wanted it to be a place where your inner fantasies could become an outer realism.

It was also a luxurious and lavishly appointed fetish venue, where lustful libertines could gather and explore their own sexuality and where innate deep-seated desires could be outed. More often than not it was a hot and steamy sanctuary where being inquisitive was not going to get you in trouble. As Cherry often said, in her club curiosity never killed the cat, and on this particular night the only pussy in the house belonged to Mistress Bibi.

Ms Cherry D’Light - a fetish rubber wearing CD/TV with a penchant for tight shiny clothes, whose 6’ 2” towering stature sported a killer pair of legs and an alluring Australian accent, that appeared to have somewhat absconded over the years. Sometimes blonde and often brunette, Cherry liked to imagine herself as one of the cast from Priscilla Queen of the Desert, but in her own words she ‘sadly couldn’t fit her giant Choo shoe on her sports car’. Ever elusive, always aloof and easily evasive, we went back far too many years to admit to, and yet I still only knew her as Cherry and she only knew me as Bibi.

A Complete Diva and Total Vamp, my inaugural encounter with Cherry had been in the powder room of a long since obsolete kink club, when she had summonsed me to her side and asked if I could give her latex a good old buff before she made her way outside to greet her adoring public. I had commented on how great her outfit was, a black cheongsam style rubber mini dress with back zipper and red qipao buttons, which was suitably accessorised with black and red pvc thigh length boots. Cherry was sexy and sassy, having decided long before that night that in her opinion she looked miles better as a slender girl as opposed to a somewhat slim and narrow shouldered guy. She had honed her slutty tart look down to a tee and swore blind that it confused men but attracted women. It proved to be an astute observation, as I found out later that same night, when she had unforgettably fucked my ass off, I might add, for the one and only occasion ever. In addition, my initial impression of an effeminate frame was proven to be a delightful deception because in actual fact Cherry packed a full eight inches of pure pleasure.

Another irresistible quality that Cherry exuded was her utterly filthy as fuck mind. Unequivocally bi-sexual, Cherry absolutely adored playing with other good looking TV’s, girls, and bi- couples, and never tired of reminding me that “Bibi darling, there are just so many more buttons to push and that’s right up my alley”. She unquestionably loved sex and often informed me “well who doesn’t!”, and she fed her huge appetite and undiminished libido with hard core fucking whether it be via oral, anal, a pussy, or to Cherry’s delight all three if she could manage it. She also loved nothing more than luxuriating in a hot creamy facial from a titillating TV or the dominant dick in a bi couple, and I meanwhile cherished her steadfast style tips, professional advice and ever present make-up and nail tech skills. Moreover though, I adored Cherry’s unfaltering friendship and for being my constant confidant. That’s why we never fucked again after the first, and ultimately last time. We were firm friends and devoted divas, in a scene where fucking may be careful but is also quite correctly non-committal.

Cherry’s club nights for bi and bi-curious guys were always libidinously lavish affairs, a banquet of buggery if you please, complete with celebratory cocktails and cocks, and usually concluding in some overtly obscene way, often with one big orgy full of consensual carousal. Silver platters garnished with small sachets of luxurious lube, copious amounts of condoms in a furore of fabulous flavours and colours, and brand new butt plugs still sleeping in their shrink-wrap all gave an alternative meaning to the term amuse-bouche. Indeed, true to her name Cherry always managed to delight all those involved. Bi nights at Inside Out were designed to allow bi and bi-curious, non-cross and cross dressing guys to find their place on the continuum line linking heterosexuality and bisexuality. The clientele also included serial transvestites and closet queens all meticulously selected by Cherry herself, alongside interesting individuals who were all in some way connected to, or active in the kink, fetish, TV and BDSM scene. You could say it was far more fetterati than glitterati.

Even though the venue effectively evaded the prying eyes of the outside world, inside it was ostentatious and extravagant, but never pretentious, and it was only ever the activities that could be classed as vulgar, not the decor. For the bi and bi-curious guys that ventured forth, the inconspicuous entrance acted as a vanilla gateway to what had up until that moment often only been a futile fantasy. Taking those first tentative steps across the threshold opened up a portal of full-on fetish and fucking in a usually forbidden vault. These were suburban soirees with a subversive twist, and whilst not everyone’s cup of tea like an olive in a martini, they were definitely mine. And because such circus worthy performances necessitated a Master or rather a Mistress of Ceremonies, here I was as Ring Mistress Bibi.

Dressed to impress as always, that night I decided to rock an edgy leather ensemble which would elicit both chic and a kinky confidence. The carefully chosen costume comprised of a bespoke black and white leather corset which was fully steel boned and exclusively designed, and had from repeated wear become a wonderful waist trainer cinching in the curves to extoll the inflection points of the perfect hour-glass figure beneath. This was teamed with a naughty but very nice nubuck monochrome mini skirt with fabulous lace-up side fastening and a gorgeous pair of Giaro Italian black patent leather thigh highs supported by smoking hot super-high stiletto heels. Of course, as a Mistress I make it a rule never to travel to any event without some form of whip or flogger thus the whole outfit was completed with a matching ebony and ivory taws braided flogger, that boasted beautiful nineteen inch braids, each hand wound using black and white leather straps.

The club itself was spread out over two fantastic floors that were filled with handsome hunks and their pleasing pricks, vibrant cross-dressing vixens and tremendous TV’s. The floors were linked by a series of steep stairs and poles which led the carnally charged customers through a multicursal maze in which it was easy to lose yourself, your inhibitions and for many your anal virginity. With ceilings of the deepest charcoal, walls of rich ruby red and highly polished but essentially very practical floors of moulin patterned parquet it resembled an erotic rendition of giant snakes and ladders in a bigger nocturnal playground.

As with any play, there are specific rules and regulations, but within a fetish club there are also strict codes of conduct that govern the principles of behaviour. The vital role of a House Mistress is to ensure that these are respected and stringently enforced without exception:

No touching anyone without permission.

Any form of harassment is strictly forbidden.

Do not indulge in any activity already ensuing without individual invitation.

And any one daring to violate these would be the worthy recipient of my hand crafted buckskin twenty four tailed flogger!

From my initial introductions earlier in the evening, I had deduced that a decadent variety of guests had already arrived in volume and that the club like many of the accommodating asses was filling up nicely. My first port of call was ‘GHR’ or the Grope n’ Glory Hole room, which for many was a salacious yet safe harbour of anonymity. The room was bisected, with one side designed for giving and the other for receiving. In the middle there was a stud wall partition from ceiling to floor, only perpetrated by a single but sublime circular hole, whose circumference was easily big enough for a penis to be inserted, but barely big enough for even the daintiest of hands. Access was gained to the half of choice via a solid wooden door in each section. Thus, regardless of which side a willing participant chose, their own identity remained firmly undisclosed to the other. The surreptitious space was already being fully utilised on my arrival by a couple of glory hole divas, or as Cherry liked to call them ‘GHD’s’, and the opening already offered a free and lewd luncheon of hard wet cock. The recipient was dining on the anonymous offering. He was a middle of the road middle aged guy, who with his jeans around his ankles was sucking cock like it was a lemonade lolly. A fellatious creature, he was fastidiously flicking his tongue around the swollen glans of his private play partner, whose muffled moans could faintly be heard from next door.

As MC, I felt it only fitting to offer further encouragement, enthusiastically suggesting he should take it like a man, with the instruction of “suck like the fucking sissy you are”. Devoid of any doubt he responded, instantaneously taking the exposed length in his mouth, sucking and deep throating as he went. Slowly but surely his mouth became fuller with the erect cock and he was barely breaking for breath, as he began to increase the speed, his head bobbing up and down along the now gleaming manhood. His own sexual fulfilment was blatantly obvious from the growing bulge in his jocks, and a brief respite was instigated only by blow job boy removing his own member from its chastity. As he resumed his grip on the now rock hard dick, he interspersed stronger and longer sucks with light licks around the rim of the penis, happily lapping up all the sticky pre-cum on offer. With his right hand he began to work his own dick, daring to manoeuvre the foreskin back and forth. His glistening eyes made fleeting contact with mine and it was clear that there would soon be a mutually impending climax.

“Make him cum cock sucker” I commanded, “and then make yourself shoot”.

Cock sucker was courteously compliant and engulfed the erection fully, intensifying the suction so that he was assured of extracting the maximum load. Almost instantaneously the cuckolded prick gave forth a huge thrust and offloaded its silky hot spunk all over his face. As strands of the creamy cum trickled down towards his lips the unknown and now milked member withdrew, departing the glory hole and disappearing from view. This appeared to go unnoticed however, because all too soon the gratification of having given such good head was simply too much for BJ boy, and the fruits of his own manual labour erupted, with lashings of succulent semen spurting from the confines of his dick all over the polished floor. Dick sucker retracted from the partition and fell to his knees, empty and exhausted.

“I trust you’re not going to leave that fucking mess there” I enquired, the question being purely rhetorical, as I placed my perfectly clean Giaro heel in the puddle of pole milk.

“Mistress, of course not” came the requisite reply, as an embarrassed but somehow confused expression became visible on his cum covered face.

“Now look at what’s happened” I retorted, “my fucking Italian imports are covered in your spunk” I gestured at the now semen soaked heel.

“But Mistress, I have no tissue or wipes to clean up the mess” he proposed pitifully.

“Not my fucking problem that prior preparation doesn’t seem to be your forte cock sucker”. With the obviously aggrieved tone in my voice, the remark reduced him to further submission.

“No Mistress, of course not”, his obedience was obvious as was his uncertainty, and he was clearly wondering what my next suggestion would be.

“Well given the fact that these hands are jewels and not tools sub, I strongly suggest that you get down further and eat up all the spunk that you’ve spilled over Ms D’Light’s floor”. My ruby red index figure gestured to the wooden boards, reminiscent of the wand of a wicked witch.

“But Mistress...” cock sucker protested, but his protestations were pointless.

“Fucking clean up your mess, do I need to tell you again?”. The ceremonious cracking of my whip proved the perfect comeback as this particular participant dutifully started to lick the semen splattered stiletto tip.

Once my heel had been attended to, cock sucker obeyed orders and turned his attention to the remaining pool of sticky residue.

“That’s it, eat it all up because I don’t want to see any speck of your spunk or my footprint” I decreed. The now somewhat sheepish but obliging sub started to devour mouthful after mouthful of delicious cum from the deck, and with that Mistress and her sassy superiority exited the room.

The magnificent thing about Chery’s club was that there was always so much debauchery to explore and experience, and as resident agent provocateur, it was like being a courtesan in a kinky candy store. Every club night brought in a different clientele and with them came new possibilities for more enticing depravity. Never more so than in the TV/TV room.

As a self-appointed purveyor of the very finest porn, Cherry had aptly christened her favourite chamber such, because it housed the latest 65” flat screen high definition television. This in itself would have been impressive but the icing on top of Cherry’s cake was that it proudly projected the very best porn films available. Indeed, the vast panel was so big it was like looking through a window on a wicked world where players appeared almost life-size and the astonishing picture clarity beamed the action directly into the dimly lit space. It was the epitome of an ultimate cinema-style erotic experience, and consequently the scene in the room often mirrored the fucking on screen like some giant lecherous looking glass. It was also the space where TV’s loved to hang out, offering up Oscar winning performances in their own X-rated feature films, hence the TV/TV room title. Cherry had been keen to ensure that the room also represented some kind of carnal chill-out zone, and so it was the singular space in the whole venue that boasted a carpeted floor. As Cherry announced when she had given me the grand tour, “Darling if guests are going to get down and dirty then they really do deserve a nice bit of shag to shag on!”.

The walls were painted a subtle shade of grey, and along one of them sat a huge black leather porn film style sofa. On each of the other two walls lay long love seats, fashioned from ox-blood buttoned leather with arms and back of the same height. A bespoke accompaniment which was definitely more couture Chesterfield than it was a dirty Davenport. In the corner was Cherry’s toy box, full of curios and buried treasure, a pirate’s chest where XXX really did mark the spot. The trunk was only penetrable by way of a key of which there were two, one which Cherry always kept either in her latex corselette or nylon stocking top, and the other of which I was the guardian. When unlocked it became a box of kinky delights that Cherry often utilised as part of our tag team taking. The entrance to the room was almost incognito with a heavy duty highly polished aluminium chain mail screen, or rather on this occasion ‘chain-male’, which obscured part of the entry into what was regularly a hedonism of hard-ons and premiership penises. No wonder it was Cherry’s prized playroom.

So leaving the grope room firmly behind, down the corridor and around the bend came the striking and unmistakeable scent of Coco Mademoiselle, a fragrant fore telling that Ms D’Light was somewhere nearby. Peering through the steely curtain of the TV/TV room and abetted by the hue emanating from the television screen I could just about make out the silhouettes of three figures. It was no secret that Cherry was widely regarded as the original aficionado of anal adventures, so it was no surprise that she had taken up residence accompanied by two bi-sexual charmers, wanting and willing as they awaited their sexual awakening. Cherry was adept at cogently caressing any cock until it came, or as she referred to it ‘a stiffy in a jiffy’. This was mainly from years of diligent practice honing the perfect pulling technique and additionally due to her amazing ambidexterity, so these latest phallic propositions stood no chance in her grip.

It was Cherry’s androgynous appearance that lured in the bi-curious boys every time. Oozing both femininity and masculinity the double-gaited draw for guys was that it was essentially easier to fuck and be fucked by a TV girl when you’re going to have your anal cherry popped as it were. Continuously, Ms Cherry had managed to convert even the most self-identifying straight beaus over the years.

Unsurprisingly Cherry was to be discovered centre stage in the middle of the largest of the sofas. She was on her knees, head held high and the skirt of her latex dress suitably hitched up even higher to reveal her erect cock, midway between two naked males, whose ‘civilian’ clothes lay scattered amongst the shag pile. One plaything was standing up, his cock up close and personal with Cherry’s YSL Candy clad lips. He was tall and dark, and his fading tan could still be admired on his toned olive skin. His ecru eyes looked down through his sorrel shabby chic haircut at Cherry’s sumptuous lips adoringly. From time to time, fuck-boy one would obligingly tilt his head to one side in order to follow the path of Cherry’s wet and warm tongue courting the end of his throbbing hard on.

The second kinky contributor, fuck-boy two, was in complete contrast to the first. Bleached blonde hair, beryl blue eyes piercing forth from almost vampirical white skin, and was perched perilously on the arm of the couch, face down and his virgin asshole exposing its availability. From the wry smile on Cherry’s face it was obvious she was on the cusp of sinking her teeth in so to speak. As Cherry slammed her hand full pelt against the soft skin of fuck-boy number two’s bare ass his body winced as he received the full force of the spank. Then with the expertise of an East Harlem hooker Cherry devoured the drooling dick of fuck-boy number one. This was of course Cherry at her finest, an artisan of ass and a craftswoman of cock as she expertly apportioned her skills between the two obliging fuck boys.

Never one to intrude in these situations without formal invitation, I silently situated myself on one of the leather lounge seats, casting my approval on the procreant proceedings. As I settled in to the now steaming surroundings, Cherry’s face was deliciously submerged between the stretched butt cheeks of fuck-boy number two which offered up his asshole gloriously for a royal rimming delivered by Ms D’Light’s darting tongue. Having known Cherry for years I was well aware that this was a perfect prelude to taking the virginal ass and that it was only a matter of time before this was transformed in to a gloriously gaping hole to be filled by copious amounts of Cherry’s cock. Cherry teased and tongued fuck-boy two’s asshole, alternating between luscious licks and fastidious flicking and then with perfect precision discharged enough drool to cover the shaven asshole with shiny saliva. Fuck-boy two let out a gasp of gratitude to which Cherry responded by delving deeper into the so far unviolated anal cavity with an investigative index finger. A clearly audible groan of joy exuded from fuck-boy two as Cherry began to plunge the digit in and out of his ass, using it as a probe to discover the depths on offer. Dutifully the once tight ass hole started to slacken in submission, opening up a delectable treasure trove of temptation, and so with naughty nimbleness Cherry doubled up the insertion to two, commencing a first-class finger fucking.

Still positioned in the middle of the sofa with fuck-boy two’s asshole gladly accepting her fingers, Cherry next turned her amorous attention to fuck-boy one, grabbing his bare ass and sadistically sinking her perfectly manicured talons trimmed in vibrant No 1 rouge pop art lacquer into the soft unblemished flesh and pulling him within spitting distance. With delicious dexterity Cherry deftly spat on his dick, purposefully working his foreskin back and forth to moisten the manhood before re-instating her previous suction, suckling long and hard upon the now harder wetter pre-cum soaked dick of fuck-boy one. All the while Cherry worked the ass hole of fuck-boy two, probing further with every hot and indecent injection. She was indeed Ms Masterful and her legendary cocking sucking skills once again didn’t let her down. As fuck-boy one began to thrust his hard dripping manhood into Cherry’s mouth, she deep throated the dick effortlessly with the precision of a prick eating piranha. Meanwhile, back on the sofa, the other plaything, fuck-boy two, had wet the heavy duty hide, creating a shiny puddle of cock juice on the arm of Cherry’s couch. Insisting that he rightfully eradicated such mess from the extravagantly expensive semi-aniline premium Italian leather, expedited a short interlude which allowed Ms D’Light to come up for air and the fuck-boys to catch their breath. Cherry was nothing if not considerate.

“Boys!” Cherry announced as she glanced over at me, “We have a Mistress in the house, which makes you two very lucky fucks”. Fuck-boy one and two acknowledged my presence with a nonchalant nod, quite unaware of the added dimension this dominant diva would bring.

It’s often suggested that if you work in a vineyard you would tire of the wine or if you were a chocolatier you would get sick of the confectionery. A Mistress is of course continually surrounded by sex, but perish the thought and Domina who ever develops a disinterest in any aspect of fucking, fetish and kink. Anyway all work and no play would make Bibi a rather dull and very unfulfilled Dominatrix, and besides, the three filthy fuckers before me appeared to be energetically evolving in to a tantalising game of adult Twister and I intended to position myself balls deep in every bit of the bawdy action.

“Bibi darling do come and play”, Cherry beckoned and instantly the debauched dream team were back in town. Sinful dirty-minded sisters - divas of dicks, priestesses of pricks, connoisseurs of cocks and forever a fucking force to be reckoned with.

“Let the fucking begin” Cherry commanded, her usual ass addict self, and from the wet patch that had escaped the confines of my scantily clad crotch it was clearly apparent that my powerhouse of a pussy was primed and ravenously ready.

“Do you have the key?” Cherry enquired, her tone such that she and I knew exactly what she meant, whilst the fuck-boys remained oblivious to what fate awaited them.

“I do Ms D’Light, would you like me to open our Pandora’s Box and see what tawdry treasure awaits these boys?”

“Darling please do!” came Cherry’s reply, whilst she continued working on the cock and ass of her two new found subservient sluts.

Said key was hidden in my ample and perfectly coutured cleavage, tucked neatly inside the humbug coloured leather and easily retrievable. The key fit the robust padlock perfectly and unlocked the carnally charged chest to reveal a sweetshop of kinky candy. Inside lay sleeping strap-ons, butt-plugs, vibrators, anal balls and wands, alongside a variety of flavoured, textured and coloured condoms, and a selection of lubes encompassing everything from anal relaxant, to stuff that inflicted a teasing tingle on anything it came in to contact with. A large pump action container of lube aptly christened CumCum (so sticky they named it twice), a revolutionary patented substance which resembled good old fashioned spunk and that was so realistic it had been known to fool the most experienced kinksters, stood upright seeking acknowledgement. Lurking in the corner of the trunk, was a couple of rolls of bondage tape, one red and black, an incredible invention for several reasons. Firstly because it’s invaluable in retaining subs attempting escape, secondly, due to its strength, it would outfox any wannabe Houdini’s and lastly, because it sticks only to itself without any adhesive whatsoever, it leaves no lasting legacy on the body and in turn any evidence of erotic assignations.

Having now relinquished her almost crushing grip on fuck-boy one’s s cock, Cherry courteously donated his dick for the pursuit of my own delectation, as I took up residence on the sofa next to her. Fuck-boy’s swollen cock was worthy of Cherry’s wanking ability, and his foreskin was pulled way back to expose the most delicious head from which was continuously oozing his sugary pre-cum. I’d like to say that I encased fuck-boy’s cock in a bid to continue his obvious arousal, but it was a purely self-indulgent act of greed and gratification. His cock was a rock of hardness, and the throbs from his prick were palpable and instantly irresistible. Always a paramour of a perfect prick, the lure of such a large and mouth-watering member was overwhelming and I began to devour fuck-boy’s cock. The taste was terrifically sweet and the sensation sublime as he drooled more of the hot horny honey into my mouth. The more I hungrily dined on his dick drool, the more I could feel my pussy secretly releasing its own nubile nectar and it was therefore time to force fuck-boy to feast on my candy-coated cunt.

“On your knees between my fucking legs” I demanded whilst gesturing to fuck-boy to kowtow in an act of perfect propriety. Positioning my ass on the sofa edge, and with an air of sensuality and sexual dominance I spread my designer clad legs, securing them in position with their steadfast stilettos. In accordance with kink etiquette, fuck-boy one immediately and unquestionably knelt ready for the imminent pussy worship. He diligently acknowledged my edict with an obedient “Yes Mistress”, and placed his head so close to my pussy that I could feel the damp warmth from his heavy breath.

“Do you like my pussy?” I enquired, as I started to rub the now sodden fabric covering my enticing entrance. The more I rubbed, the moister the material became and the more fuck-boy one pulled and tugged at his manhood, only managing a barely audible “Yes Mistress”. Slowly and precisely I pulled the tiny tulle thong to one side, fully exposing my clit and cunt lips to the yearning fuck-boy. Using my index finger I gathered a glut of girl juice and spread it around in abundance until the whole of my bare pussy boasted a slippery coating. All the while fuck-boy one looking on observantly.

There is nothing more unique about a woman than her pussy, and the amazing thing is that every pussy is completely different, and it would be fair to say that I should know having seen plenty of them. They come in all different shapes, sizes, colours and complexities, each waiting to be adored and explored. There are some which prefer to remain hidden behind thick luscious lips and some which prefer to meet and greet at the earliest opportunity.

With the proclamation “Mistress wants you to tongue fuck her right now”, I widened my thighs further as fuck-boy one began by gently pulling my cunt lips apart. He approached my exposed pussy slowly, teasing my inner thigh with the tip of his tongue and coming perilously close to my shaven labia. Nuzzling deep into my smooth bare flesh he brushed his lips and then tongue over my wet slit, making my ass rise and fall from the sofa in expectant anticipation. In response, I could feel my inner pussy ooze more of its sex juice which trickled and tickled as it escaped my vagina and seeped into the thong that was now tucked to one side. As fuck-boy one enjoyed the foretaste he let out a whimper of sexually charged satisfaction, and his tongue made an intimate introduction with my clit which having been freed from the confines of its leopardino print panties, felt compelled to protrude forth from within its hood. Needing no coercion whatsoever my pussy began to exude even more of its lush lady lube. Then with both hands fuck-boy one parted my pussy lips fully, pulling them away from each other and revealing the ever moist entrance to my cunt and my hardened clit. As I luxuriated in the splendorous spearmint sensation that his tongue offered, fuck-boy one alternated between licking, flicking and sucking my pussy pearl.

“Mistress thinks you’ve done that before” I commented, quietly acknowledging his impressive skill at giving incredibly good head.

“Once or twice Mistress” came the brief and somewhat hesitant reply, he didn’t dare make eye contact with me.

Next with a lascivious lick of his finger to make it wet he inserted it into my pussy, and using the lube from within began to work it fast and hard.

“Give me two more and taste my fucking pussy while you’re doing it “, and fuck-boy one obediently filled my pussy with three fingers, whilst burying deep into my chatte with his tongue.

“Oh yes, now that’s what I’m fucking talking about”, I whispered, but alas my pussy servant was unable to reply, courtesy of the smothering he was honoured to be receiving. I could feel fuck-boy one’s tongue exploring every part of my orifice and his fingers had successfully located the sexually hallowed ground of my G Spot. He was working it fast and hard and my pussy simply adored it, drawing the digits in further, only releasing its grip to permit this perfect pussy eater up for air. As fuck-boy one inhaled deeply his face was shimmering in the dull light, covered in an abundant amount of liquid sex. However, with the muscles in my pussy tensing and an orgasm brewing, it was time to bring in the purple peril to work my clit whilst fuck-boy one resumed his position between my legs.

“Pass me the purple rabbit fuck-boy”, I ordered, pointing at the Pirates Chest in the corner. Experience teaches that it is good practice to never be too far from a good vibrator. Such a virtuous tool with a soft silicone shaft, ultra-powerful motors, multi-functional vibrations, and one that never carps or complains just as long as it is regularly fed with three AAA batteries.

As fuck-boy one yet again introduced himself and his wonderfully agile tongue with my pouting pudenda, he re-commenced his licking and sucking, stimulating the nerve endings and successfully increasing the blood flow to my vulva, and I began to reacquaint my clit with my purple pal. Fuck-boy one took the A-Z tour of my vaginal arena, painting the entire alphabet on my canvas. Ramping up the vibrator to warp speed seven, I teased and tantilised my love button, building up the intensity in a circular motion until it was just enough to press the tip of the vibrator hard against my hardened clit. With fuck-boy one’s tongue licking my lips and fingering me adeptly it wasn’t long until my clit and my cunt united in the ultimate climax, their release preceded by a primal scream befitting of a Mistress. The nerve in my perineum successfully transferred the orgasmic spasms from the front to the rear, peaking with an almighty explosion of ejaculate which erupted and unapologetically squirted all over fuck-boy one’s face, covering him in the tenaciously transparent girl-cum. Fuck-boy one lapped it up as quickly as it had been deposited, utilising his fingers to wipe up any excess and succling on each and every one of them to ensure that not one drop of the love honey was wasted even though there was more than even he could hope to swallow.

“Wow... you’re fucking hot” garbled fuck-boy one as he wiped his mouth with manners reminiscent of an unaccustomed adolescent.

“Wow... you’re fucking hot Mistress” I curtly corrected him with a slight snarl in my voice as I instructed him to clean his face ready for round two, and we reposed for the shortest of interludes.

On the other end of the couch, Cherry’s dick had been growing harder and wetter and she now fully intended to grab her own slice of penis pie via the generosity of fuck-boy two’s gaping ass, but first she craved cock.

“Turn over so I can suck your cock” announced Cherry as she spanked the already blushing behind. Fuck-boy two gracefully turned over and his manhood sprang forward and was already stood to attention. With a wonderfully willful look in her Dior decorated eyes, Cherry began wanking his juicy hard on. Fuck-boy two reciprocated by releasing a rich stream of translucent pre-cum which trickled down the length of his manhood and offered Cherry the perfect lube needed to methodically move her hand up and down his shaft. As she did, she pulled the foreskin back and forth as fuck-boy two moaned and groaned in Cherry delight. Exploring fuck-boy two’s mouth with her tongue Cherry then hitched her tight dress up even further and straddled her prey, ensuring that her balls sat heavily on his cock.

“Fucking delicious” Cherry commented as she moved her hands further up his firm torso and pulled evidently hard on his erect nipples. As fuck-boy two intertwined his tongue with Cherry’s, Ms D’Light moved her hips back and forth, inflicting a heavenly and ball-busting wank, until without any prior notice Cherry decided it was time to dismount her ride. Leaving fuck-boy two to ponder her next move, Cherry sashayed across to the chest, pulled out lube, condoms and a shiny toy that already glistened as a curious fuck-boy one looked on as a somewhat innocent voyeur. However, having known Cherry for longer than I’d owned my most precious Laboutins, I knew exactly was she was plotting.

“I want you kneeling on my sofa, with your ass in the air and holding on to the back with your hands”, Cherry was very specific on how she wanted fuck-boy two.

“Yes Miss”, and without any further consideration fuck-boy two rotated, positioned himself appropriately, hanging on to the back of the couch for dear life, almost pre-empting what was unavoidably going to be the ride of his life.

As Cherry depressed the trigger on the tall black plastic container of lube, the pump action let out a suitable splurge of the CumCum directly onto fuck-boy two’s asshole, and she quickly distributed it all around the opening with a nimble index finger. Using the excess, Cherry lubed up the stainless steel anal wand, so shiny that it reflected the low level lighting and the porn still broadcasting on the giant screen.

The anal wand is pretty much the swiss army pen knife of the sex toy world, and often comes adorably packaged in a beautiful sleeved box with a fuscia satin lining. It is entirely made of solid 316 medical grade stainless steel and hand polished to a mirrored shine. One end is a dildo and on the other are three anal beads graduating in size and leading to a small handle. The eight inches of sensuous stainless steel also makes it ideal for temperature play - from hedonistic heat to icy cold, and being completely non-porous it can be sterilised by any means and is suitable for use with any type of lubricant. Cherry was the venerable virtuoso when it came to administering it on a virgin ass.

“Relax darling, it’s just a little pin prick”, Cherry re-assured fuck-boy two and offered up a cheeky wink to the rest of us. Then with pinpoint precision Cherry pushed the lubed length deep into fuck-boy two’s prepared ass. Pushing it in and out, fuck-boy two whimpered with pure pleasure as his prick drizzled pre-cum down the back of the leather sofa. The more Cherry invaded his ass, the more it relaxed and gave up its grip on the steel, signifying that it required something more substantial to fill-it up. Temporarily wedging the length in fuck-boy two’s ass by virtue of her hip, Cherry tore the top from a Billy Boy black condom packet and pulled out the contents. Puckering her pout, Cherry blew into the sheath and then placed the tip on her cock, unrolling the latex down her hard length. A shot more synthetic spunk rendered fuck-boy two’s alabaster ass full, and with the declaration of “Fuck, yes!”, fuck-boy two submitted his anal arousal to Cherry’s cock.

Cherry’s slender hips heaved to and fro, and from behind were a transfixing wonder. With every lunge forward her pert ass cheeks came together in immoral decadence, and with every plunge of her prick deep into his ass, fuck-boy two let out a shrill squeal. Rhythmically and repeatedly Cherry penetrated fuck-boy two, never once missing a stroke as she began to quicken her pace, periodically landing a slap on his ever accessible ass to make him open up further. With each entry Cherry’s ball sac smacked against fuck-boy two’s tepid skin.

“What a fucking ass whore”, Cherry retorted, “Does this cum slut want Cherry’s spunk?”.

“Yes please Miss, thank you Miss, please Miss fill me up”, fuck-boy two had an air of begging in his voice.

“Darling, it would be rude not to then? seeing as you asked so nicely”, and with that Cherry planted a gargantuan slap on fuck-boy two’s ass which visibly ricocheted through his whole body and let rip, shooting a gigantic load of gizz into her condom. Pressing hard against fuck-boy two, the top of her penis made contact with the top of his anal chamber just for good measure, making sure that every last droplet escaped from her dick.

“Please Ms D’Light, may I come for you”, begged her bitch, as if to express his gratitude.

Cherry peeked through her plumed falsies, and pondered momentarily.

Her subsequent reply was very simple and straight to the point, “No, not yet!”.

“Absolutely correct darling” I remarked, “I don’t think we’re done with fuck-boy two just yet”. Cherry let out a chortle of contentment.

“Furthermore, it would appear that Ms D’Light has had all the fun so far with this ass and that I’ve somewhat missed out a little”, I continued, although my falseness was far from convincing.

After her joyous ass fuck Cherry was reclining on the sofa, sipping daintily from a half filled champagne flute, with a de-flowered fuck-boy two draped satisfactorily across her, when with an equal amount of pretense Cherry offered a riposte, “Well Mistress that would never do would it, you’re my oldest and dearest friend and it goes without saying that what’s mine if always yours”, and then she paused with an ever familiar glimmer in her eye, before continuing.

“Then again, if we’re talking about asses it would seem that I’ve missed out too”.

The fuck-boys looked on, both baffled and bemused, unaware that Cherry loved to receive just as much as she did give.

“Sweetie, I fear it may be time to unleash my strap-on”, I proclaimed.

When it comes to strap-ons, there is just so much for a Mistress to choose from and decide upon. The harness, locking system and actual dildo need to be selected with upmost care and consideration if they are to provide comfort and pleasure for both partners. For example, the harness itself comes in a plethora of styles and designs, from G-String, double straps, corset, lingerie, underwear and even vibrating. My personal preference is always leather and double strap, simply because it is one of the most comfortable and affords the most stability. Straps come in a range of thicknesses, some are little more than elastic bands but the best by far are those that are thicker because they deliver the best degree of control over the dildo. Plus they boast the added addition of not riding up your ass.

Next, it’s imperative to have the correct locking system, of which there are two on offer. The first and my favourite is the O-Ring, in particular where the inner ring is made of metal as opposed to rubber, silicone or elastomer. Despite the latter allowing for stretch and thus more sizes of dildo to be used, the metal ring delivers superior rigidity and strength. The alternative is the good old patented Vac-U-Lock system by Doc Johnson, which has a peg and special ridges protruding out of the harness and held in place by the strangely named snaps, and on which the dildo is placed.

Finally, and most crucially is the silicone cock that will be used. In the world of strap-ons as in other walks of life and kink, the term you get what you pay for is true. Pure, 100% medical grade silicone dildos tend to be more expensive than others, because they cost more to manufacture, but like their counterparts made of metal and glass they last longer. Durability and cleanliness is key for a Mistress don’t you know. Most men relish the idea of a dildo that gives them what they would perceive to be a realistic feeling, but the problem of dildos constructed from skin like materials such as Cyberskin is that they can be porous and tear easily. Thus, only medical grade silicone will suffice, giving a firm inner core and a softer outer layer of velvet smoothness and a slight squishiness just like a real life penis. Get it right and you’ve got thrilling P-Spot stimulation, and my renowned rampant red rider was a full seven and a half inch curvaceous creature, with a one point seven five inch diameter.

I manhandled fuck-boy two back to the end of the sofa. Placing him on his back, with the base of his spine firmly positioned on the sofa arm to ensure stability, I pushed the upper part of his body backwards so that his head pressed firmly into the leather of the couch cushion, so much so that the blood rushed to his head. My long leather booted legs forced a path between his which forced them to spread and bend at the knee, and with the direction of “Lift your fucking legs up and wedge them on the arm” I had a perfectly revealed and appealing asshole.

Looking into his chamber, it was evident that fuck-boy two’s ass was still lubed sufficiently from Cherry’s previous session, that it would be effortless to put my scarlet strap-on into his ass. Pulling my faithful companion from the chest, I stepped into the harness and hoisted it up and in to position, pushing my skirt upwards a tad to ensure a firm fit. A slight adjustment to my harness to tighten up the torque and he was ready for pummeling part deux. Clutching fuck-boy two’s knees with each hand I infiltrated his hole with my dahlia dildo and fucked it with unbridled passion and gusto. With each intrusion fuck-boy two squirmed in sheer arousal, splaying his legs so they widened their sprawl, and his erect cock elevated. The squirting sound of escaping lube coupled with the smacks of the thigh highs landing squarely on his buttocks resonated around the room. Fuck-boy two’s verbal outbursts of enjoyment vindicated each gratuitous stroke the strap-on imparted.

“I think you’re forgetting your manners fuck-boy” I chastised, perturbed at the lack of thanks offered for my efforts.

“Sorry Mistress, thank you Mistress” came a pathetically feeble reply.

“Thank you for what” I asked, playing with him as a Mistress often does.

“Thank you for fucking my ass so well Mistress”.

In the meantime, on the other couch, Cherry was busy going down on fuck-boy one to breathe life back into his now flaccid cock.

“Come join us ladies”, I directed my smutty suggestion at Cherry and her new fuck-boy.

“What a fantastic idea” confirmed Cherry who glided across ably assisted by her second fuck-piece of the evening. Deciding to kneel imposingly in the centre of the couch, Cherry dangled her dick over fuck-boy two’s mouth. Sinking into the soft sofa made it easy for her to put more of her length deep within his wide opened mouth, allowing fuck-boy two to flick and tease her glans with his tongue. Leaning forward further, Cherry accomplished a sixty nine position and once again gobbled up the cock in front of her, as I penetrated fuck-boy two’s ass even deeper with my ass destroyer of a strap-on. With her ass now in the air, Cherry was in prime position to receive the ass fucking that she craved, compliments of fuck-boy one’s cock. Instructing him to grab another rubber, fuck-boy one compliantly unraveled the latex down his erection, pausing slightly to administer a small amount of lube, and in one fell swoop filled Cherry up right to her brim and his balls.

Cherry called for fuck-boy one to fuck her harder and reversed her ass backwards, depressing it further down onto his hefty hard on. As fuck-boy one pushed the entire length of his erection into Cherry’s asshole, Cherry straightened her neck so that her throat aligned with her mouth allowing fuck boy two’s length to slide in deeply without having to force it at all. Cherry comfortably opened up and said the best kind of ‘ahh’, having long since mastered the art of controlling her gag reflex and pushing past the ring of muscle to permit the penis into to her throat. She extended her tongue so that she could also lick his scrotum at the same time in one divine deep throating action. Although Cherry would of course not be swallowing fuck-boy two’s load, deep throating is fantastic for those who want to swallow as opposed to spit, as the recipient can’t taste the spunk simply because the tip of the cock is beyond the taste buds. It may look like you are yawning but it is the furthest thing from boring! The further fuck-boy one went in to Cherry’s ass, the farther fuck-boy two’s cock was engulfed in her gullet until sliding and gliding in unison, the room became a furnace hot scene of fucking and debauchment. Cherry busily gorging on fuck-boy two’s cock whilst having her ass consummately fucked off by fuck-boy one, and Mistress giving her usual professional performance on fuck-boy two. Everyone without exception was feasting on what in the vastness of the vanilla world would be the forbidden fruit of a banquet most choose to boycott.

Granting fuck-boy two an intermission from her suck-fuck, Cherry decided that it was time to give her ass and fuck-boy one’s dick a well earned if merely transient reprieve, and for everyone to refresh their palates with a cheeky vintage Dom Pérignon, prior to some randy rotation. It was Cherry’s preferred beverage mainly because she felt it pointedly reflected her personality, and as she often reminded us all in her inimitable style, ‘time doesn’t dim mine or Dom’s sparkle darling’. In fairness to fuck-boy two, his ass hole was also spent having been ridden like a freight train by myself, and the dry effervescent bubbles were indeed the perfect prurient pick-me-up.

Continuing the established carousel of cocks theme, each contributor duly switched places, even though it was perhaps less speed dating more speed fucking for cyprians. It also gave me the prime time needed to change in to another and more imposing strap-on and gather some other objet d’art from the Saratoga in the corner. Pulling out a bevy of beautiful butt plugs I plumped for a four incher in midnight blue, with a smooth tapered shape for comfort and a flared base providing the reassurance the inexperienced taker seeks. From the corner of my classic Chanel smoky eyes I could see Cherry already arranging both fuck-boys accordingly and in particular hard kissing fuck-boy one, her tongue deep inside his welcoming mouth. Moving away from his mouth Cherry began to gravitate towards his cocking sensuously kissing his chest as she went. Arriving at his dribbling dick, Cherry lapped up the escaping viscous cock liquor. It was undeniably full steam ahead for HMS Cherry with all engines fired up and ready to go. I watched as three pairs of hands then caressed each other’s cocks and teased and tantalised hardened nipples, thereupon Cherry still standing, bent over slightly, her bare backside calling for the cock of fuck-boy two.

On my part, this certainly called for pulling out the big guns in the form of nine and a half inches of realistic ejaculating dildo, complete with its own internal storage unit, hence no external and unsightly syringes that render it unrealistic. Complimented by a bulging bulbous head to ensure full penetrative presence, and housing its ejaculate in its very own ball sack, all that’s needed is a simultaneous squeeze of the balls alongside dipping the head in the ‘ejaculate’ of choice followed by a quick release and you’re locked and loaded. Ready to unload at your command.

“Grab a rubber, I don’t bareback sweetie” advised Cherry, sending fuck-boy one to collect a red condom. Using her teeth Cherry split open the wrapper and adroitly encompassed fuck-boy two’s cock within. Lubing a couple of fingers with CumCum, Cherry encircled her ass hole in readiness for fuck-boy two to enter her, and with his hand firmly on the base of Cherry’s back fuck-boy two drove his cock deep into the anal abyss. Fuck-boy two quickly accelerated to a prestissimo tempo and the cadency of his hard cock entering and then withdrawing was impeccable. As he pulled back you could see the ring of muscle around Cherry’s ass hole start to relax and dilate. Cherry widened her legs and used the stilettos on her killer heels to make herself steadfast. Fuck-boy two requited by driving his almost indestructible condom glazed cock as far as he could into Cherry’s ass, making her whole body shudder in ecstasy whilst beads of sex sweat ran from his forehead, such was the ferocity of the fuck being delivered.

“Darling” Cherry gesticulated towards me graciously, “smooth the way for fuck-boy one will you?”.

“With pleasure” I replied as I led fuck-boy one by the hand to the wall beside the flat-screen.

“It’s time to play good cop bad cop” I amused, “And you have to guess which one I’m going to be” I sniggered with Mistress mocking.

“Spread ‘em fuck-boy, you’re under arrest” I ordered derisively. The sardonic timbre in my voice and my condescending approach meant that his cock was desperately eager to become complaisant.

Fuck-boy one’s so far abstinent ass was crying out to be prepped and on stand by for Ms D’Light to pop his cherry. Pressed hard and firm against the cold concrete, his hind at the optimum incline needed, I collected my midnight rambler butt plug, some lube and a roll of glossy black bondage tape on the way.

Grabbing fuck-boy one’s head in my hands, I tuned his face to one side and pressed it hard against the battleship blockwork.

“Put your fucking arms up above head, together on the wall”, with which fuck-boy one clasped his hands obligingly making it easy to wrap them up securely using a length of the polished plastic at his wrists, rendering him at Mistress’ mercy. Collateral damage is always to be expected in these situations, and bang on cue, fuck-boy one’s cock dripped a grateful globule of pre-cum on to the carpet. Sidling behind him, the soft leather of my corset and skirt made contact with his back. Fuck-boy one sighed in excitement and expectation which necessitated a nail to be scratched sharply along each and every vertebrae as I then teasingly pulled away. Liberating an adequate amount from the tube, I liberally spread some imitation spunk around fuck-boy one’s vestal ass. As he muttered begs of “Please Mistress take me”, I also took the liberty of filling the reservoir on my ejaculating dildo.

Opening a first time ass hole is a delicate business and only fools rush in. The last thing butt sex needs is the archetypal bull in a china shop. I requested an entrance to his exit by easing the tip of the butt plug in just slightly, the tightness of his hole was pronounced but probable.

“Deep breath fuck-boy, just relax and let everything go”, he seemed to respond to my wise words as his asshole relented, allowing the suction to increase and draw in my plug. Followed the contours of his hips, I furtively cupped his erect and soaking wet prick in my hand, tightening my hold until he was firmly in my grip. Holding the butt plug firmly in place in his ass, my other hand went backwards and forwards on his length from the engorged head to where the base met his balls. Fuck-boy one’s eyes were closed as he drifted in to utopia, but I was keeping an ever watchful eye on Cherry, so as not to miss the moment fuck-boy one would be passed over to her prick. As fuck-boy one eased into his full anus, Cherry’s cock was fully erect and she was greedy for even more ass sex to feed her insatiable hunger. In a seamless transition I removed the butt plug from fuck-boy one’s ass and cast it aside, only to replace it with my exquisite ejaculating monster of a dildo. This bad boy didn’t need a harness, only a pair of skilled latex covered hands. It was a phenomenal protagonist of pegging that would not only expand fuck-boy one’s ass ready to receive Cherry’s delight, but would ensure he was full to the brim with synthetic semen. Slow and strong, deep and dirty, my dildo left no area of his ass untouched. Fuck-boy one’s cock was now a constant flurry of pre-cum and he was lapping up the fuck I was giving him.

“Mistress is going to cum in your ass pussy fuck-boy” I snarled as I intensified the thrusts and fuck-boy one loudened his moans.

“Oh yes Mistress, please Mistress” he beseeched.

A final insertion lodged the cock the full distance of his ass, and with a simple squash of my dildo’s ball sack, the contents were emptied deep into fuck-boy one’s ass hole. So much so that the spunk leaked as I withdrew my length, drizzling down his legs like moisture on a condensed window pane. Untying his hands, I led fuck-boy one to Cherry and fuck-boy two for the culmination of the evening’s events. One that would give a whole new interpretation to the phrase double entendre.

Fuck-boy two was still pumping Cherry from behind as she placed fuck-boy one directly in front of her amazingly large and erect cock which she could hardly conceal with the condom she was wearing. With a hand on each hip, Cherry brought him in dangerously close. Fuck-boy one’s stretched ass was already a myriad of moistness and penetration posed no difficulty for her and was painless for him. Cherry began to pound fuck-boy one’s ass in time with fuck-boy two, their cocks calibrated like some form of penile pendulum. There was no let up as cocks fucked asses, and balls crashed against butt cheeks. Putting my hand inside the sweetheart neckline of my corset, I tugged my nipples free from their enforced incarceration. Installing myself next to fuck-boy two and heightened by my heels, I forced the first of my tits into his mouth, making him suck it hard until the nipple was fully extended, and then replacing it with the other. The hard-wired connection between my tits and my pussy was electrifying.

“Now lick it fuck-boy”, which he did without question. My pussy let go of another load of lust juice and already saturated panties took another hit. I could hear the sound of contact being made by Cherry’s hand on fuck-boy one’s rump and her lubricious oral outpourings as she fucked her gewgaw royally, until with a resounding animalistic cry Cherry freed the spunk from her cock. Thrusting for the few final times she extracted any lingering cum and then retreated, presenting a rubber full of the velvety cream. It was a vision of licentious connectivity in a beguiling boy girl bi gang bang and copulation in triplicate. Not too dissimilar from the analist orgies of ancient Rome where this TV/TV room would be the imperial court, and Cherry the sexually hungry emperor. While Tiberius Caesar may have preferred the drunkenness, Cherry coveted the orgies.

Following Cherry’s lead, fuck-boy two also retired from her ass and removed his empty condom. My work was all but done, so all that was left was for me to resume intimacy with the remnants of the Dom Pérignon, and for Cherry to invoke her finale of fun.

In need of horizontal recuperation Cherry took to the sofa, her tall lean frame filling it fully from end to end, supporting her head on the arm and her flushed face outwards seeking out what cool air there was. Still in governance however, she offered further instruction to the fuck-boys to come and stand next to the couch and wank their cocks over her. Both Cherry and I had already orgasmed but fuck-boy one and fuck-boy two were still in need of milking. Tugging at their well used manhoods in tandem, it was clear to see that their ejaculations would be both predictable and lacking in subtlety.

“Don’t fucking cum until I tell you to boys”, Cherry’s command was unambiguous and so authoritarian, that nobody would have dared to disobey her.

“Let’s do this in chronological order, fuck-boy one you will go first, followed by you fuck-boy two”, Cherry left no room for misinterpretation.

Cherry gazed on intently as the boys wanked furiously and their balls tightened.

“Fuck-boy one, I want you to cum all over my chest and arms right now”, Cherry was very specific. It took just another solitary fondle for fuck-boy one to give up the fight, exploding a geyser of steaming hot spunk high into the air that came to its final resting place all over Cherry’s chest and arms. Cherry writhed, relishing every bit of the iridescent and lustrous love juice until she summonsed fuck-boy two.

“Now it’s your turn, and this time I want it on my face, do not fucking disappoint me!”.

Fuck-boy two may have looked somewhat concerned about this prospect, but he was far more worried about defying Ms D’Light’s orders and it didn’t take him long to eject another dick load of cum and he hit the target of Cherry’s face with full on force. The bukkake by the two had covered Cherry in her conquest’s emissions and she revelled in it.

One by one, from all three ethereal erections had come voluptuous creamy eruptions with such orgasmic force that they could be likened to lava flow from a series of enormous volcanoes and for Cherry she’d even fired twice. It was a hot as fuck orgiastic successive outpouring of spunk - sweet, sticky, syrupy, shiny semen and had been ejaculation in triplicate, what some might term a trigasm, which had left the trio covered in a sluice of skeet.

If both the fuck-boys had commenced the evening as nervous newcomers, then from the proficient way they had adorned Cherry in torrents of cum, they were definitely no longer neophyte novices and had said adieu to any diffidence they may have had when they arrived. Cherry had done it again, capitalising on the fact that when a guy gets a hard on then his brain flips on such arousal. She had expanded their cocks, stretched their assholes and widened their horny horizons. And so became installed another two stars on Cherrywood’s walk of fame.

I decided to depart the heady soup of nudity and sexuality and leave Cherry and her boys to their own devices. Since Cherry had sucked and fucked both fuck-boys dry, and Ms D’Light had cum twice herself, they all needed to refuel with fuck juice. Readjusting my corsetry and attire to reinstate its prior perfection, I inconspicuously exited the den of iniquity that was the TV/TV Room, and entered another type of passageway.

This time it was the main artery delivering the life blood of the club further into its sanguine grasp. The rich seletti red of the walls were only punctuated by lights designed to mimic medieval iron torches, which if followed led those in the know straight to the inner sanctum that was the dungeon chambers. In the couloir were singles mesmerised by the moving mannequins, copulating couples and triples in provocative positions. If the TV/TV Room was the shrine that Cherry safeguarded, then this bastille was decidedly Bibi’s. I was Mistress of Ceremonies and resident gatekeeper, and nobody was ever given safe passage further without Mistress’ prior permission.

As I approached, already queuing at the heavy wooden door and hoping to be allowed beyond the pornographic portcullis, were perverted peasants, corrupted cross-dressers, cock consorts, and inter-sexuals. A zeitgeist menagerie of fetish followers who were awaiting another ceremoniously obscene state opening and doubtlessly another convoy of cocks for me to contemplate in my very own kink filled kingdom. Of course it is customary for any preeminent monarch to address her subjects suitably, and this Queen would not be deviating from protocol. After all, how else would one retain their due obedience? So there was only one thing to say... “Hello Bitches!”.