Return to the Estate - Part 5

 

The Lounge, is still set up as you remember it last time, with a number of sofas, couches, and chairs. She leads you to an L-shaped couch, and stands at the inside corner. You notice Mr. Emerald follows along and sits down on a recliner which is placed opposite from it, giving him a perfect view.

“As the winner, you do as I say.” She says it in a soft but commanding tone. It is strange to hear it coming from a woman that you are so much taller than even in her heels.

You both nod.

“Good, then undress me.” She says.

You and your lover both go for the buttons on the side of her dress. At first you both reach for the top button, but he quickly moves to the bottom one instead.

You slowly unbutton each one, meeting in the middle. When you unfasten the middle one, the wrap around dress falls open. She is completely naked underneath.

Her small breasts are so firm and her dark nipples are so hard. She allows the dress to slide off and land on the floor. She steps out of her heels, then sits and spreads her legs. Her nicely trimmed black strip accents her pussy so beautifully. She looks at both of you. “Mr. Ruby, get on your knees and work your way up. Ms. Ruby, Kiss me and work your way down.”

Without a word, you lean forward and kiss her lips. They are soft and warm. Softer than Mr. Ruby’s. You kiss her neck, then slowly work your way down her small chest. You feel a small hand delicately moving up, under your skirt. She softly rubs the fabric of your panties against your pussy.

“Mmmmm your panties are damp. Have you been waiting for this?” She asks in a seductive tone.

As you kiss the top of her right breast you hum “Mmm Hmm”.

You hear a soft kissing and licking sound below you. “And how hard are you, Mr. Ruby? Should I see or let you continue?” She asks in an almost purr.

You look down and watch your lover lick her pussy lips with the tip of his tongue. You adjust yourself to give her fingers better access to you as you lick around and suck her hard nipple. Her fingers rub you harder and you move your hips back and forth.

She stops and lifts your head. “Let me see you.” She says to both of you. “Strip.”

She leans back into the corner of the couch and watches as both of you get naked. She gasps a bit when she sees your hard pink nipples. “Such lovely breasts. And you have a very nice cock.” She says turning to your lover. “Which do I want first? Mmmmm”

You hear a voice behind you. “Honey, Why don’t you suck his prick, as she licks your pussy.”

Glancing back, you see Mr. Emerald’s pants are off, but his shirt is still on. His short but thick member is in his hand, as he slowly strokes it.

“An excellent suggestion my love.” She responds, getting on all fours on the couch. She motions for your lover to sit on the armrest and for you to get behind her.

“She definitely has a swimmer’s body”, you think, feeling her firm ass and thighs. You slowly lick up and down, tasting her. She is so wet, you don’t know if it is all her or also your lover’s saliva. You don’t care, as you reach around and rub her clit and thrust your tongue into her. She is moaning as her mouth is full. Your lover grabs handfuls of her long black hair as he thrusts into her open mouth. She is enjoying it. Soon she moans and you feel her cunt pulse against your mouth. Her taste is different but pleasant.

She pulls your lover from her mouth. “Get the condom on it. I want to ride you now.”

You noticed that on the small end table there is, just as last time, a bowl with condoms in it, like a candy dish. You grab one, open it and roll it on Mr. Ruby’s hard cock.

She then has him sit in the corner, as she straddles him and lowers herself. Her pussy looks so open and ready as she fills it and rides him. “Come here.” She says to you in a gasping tone. You move closer, and she grabs your round breasts. She clamps her mouth on the left one and sucks firmly. You feel the vibrations of her moans move through your body. You rub your clit. You want to cum too.

“Yes…Play with yourself… as he fucks her…..Yes… I want all of you to cum.” You hear and see him stroking himself faster. The dark purple head is so shiny from precum you almost want to lick it. You feel her fingers thrust into your pussy, as you are still rubbing your clit in small fast circles. “Yes…that’s it.” You aren’t sure if you said it alone or if everyone said it, as a wave of pleasure moves through each of you. The air is almost electric as you all orgasm in quick succession.

She hops off your lover and pushes you down on the couch. “I must taste you.” She says as she licks you to another quick orgasm.

For the rest of the hour, you each rotate who is the center of attention. At one point you are being fucked by your lover as you are licking her pussy. Mr. Emerald stays in the chair the whole time, stroking and cumming a few times.

Soon you are all satisfied and tired. The used condoms are in the small waste cans under the end tables. The staff silently set out bottles of water and towels. You wipe yourself off and dress. Mr. Emerald helps Ms. Emerald with her dress and then kisses her passionately. “You were sexy and erotic as always, Honey.”

She hugs him tightly, though with her heels back on she stands taller than him again. “And you my love, enjoyed watching. I was waiting for you to break our deal and join in.”

You take a sip from a water bottle and then ask, “What deal?”

Mr. Emerald smiles and answers, “I made a bet with my Honey, that I would be able to watch her make love to two people and not join in.”

“He could masturbate, but he had to stay in his chair.” She finishes.

“And what was the prize?” your lover asks as he stands, wrapping his arms around you.

“It was a small friendly wager. When we go home, she has to cook for a week, wearing only what I allow.” He says with a lecherous grin.

“Which is better than what I would have had him wearing if I had won.” She says and kisses him again.

“I enjoyed this but remind me to not gamble against you again. You two do it a lot more than we do.” You say placing your hands on your lover’s.

“Of course. But you were an excellent prize. Don’t you agree?” she asks.

“Yes, but next time, just ask.” You respond with a wink.

When you get to your room, you kiss your lover again. “They are an interesting couple.”

“I agree. Maybe tomorrow we see if Mr. Emerald want’s to play before we leave. Would you like to switch and swap with both of them?”

You nod, and put your arms around his neck. “So, what are you thinking? Me swallowing his short fat schlong, or him fucking me doggie style?”

“I was thinking more of a square formation, making sure that everyone was properly filled.”

He says with a playful smile.

You look into his eyes, noticing that he looks more relaxed and pleased. “Babe, do you feel better? After all of the stress of the week?”

He nods. “This was a wonderful idea Dear. If you want, I can ask Mistress to keep our room reserved for weekends. Not every weekend but say one weekend a month or so?”

“I think that’s a wonderful idea.” You say as you lead him to bed and sleep in each other’s arms.

(That was the final part of Return to the Estate. I hope you fully enjoyed it. Please leave a comment. If you enjoy my writings, please follow and subscribe. See you next week with a new story.)

Return to the Estate - Part 4

 After lunch, you both walk around the grounds. You are so impressed by everything you see.

When you get back to the main house, your lover grabs your hand and asks, “Want to go for swim?”

“Sure. That sounds like fun.” You respond.

You put on the bikini, because you might lay out later, and enjoy the sunlight pouring in through the glass patio surrounding the pool. Your lover has on a pair of mid-thigh shorts, but once you set your towels down on lounge chairs, he pulls the shorts off, revealing a dark red and white speedo.

“Wow! I didn’t know you had those.” You say looking at how well it looks on him.

He winks at you, “I thought you would like them.” And then dives into the pool. You move to the edge of the pool and notice that there is a lifeguard sitting in an elevated chair. What catches your eye is he’s wearing a blue and white striped one piece that looks like it’s straight from a museum. “Not quite 18th century, but they probably didn’t have swimsuits back then.” You think.

The cool water feels good on your skin as you dive in and swim down and back.

“Shall we race?” You hear a voice ask from above you. A woman with a green and white striped one-piece, that is snug against your thin frame, along with a deep green colored swim cap. She dives in over top of you, swims down to the bottom and then breaks the surface. She slowly swims to the edge where you are watching. Your lover swims over too.

“Hi, you mentioned something about racing?” you ask.

“Yes, Down and back.” She answers.

“What’s that?”

You turn to your lover and say, “Ms. Um..”

“Ms. Emerald. I just asked your wife, Ms. Ruby. If she wanted to race down and back.”

He extends his hand. “Hi. I’m Mr. Ruby, and we’re not married, yet.” He says with an easy tone.

“It doesn’t matter, you are together, regardless.” She says with a smile, shaking his hand.

“Ok, Ms. Emerald. Down and back.”

“I’ll say when.” Your lover says. You put your feet against the side of the pool and hear “Go” and push off.

You never really competed, but you have always enjoyed swimming, so you kick and pull yourself though the water at a quick but steady pace. When you touch the far side, you notice you are ahead by only a little, so you push off hard and swim faster. When you touch the starting side, you dunk your head to help cool off, and realize you are breathing hard like just finished a good hard fucking.

“The winner!” you hear your lover say as he takes your hand and holds it above your head.

Ms. Emerald touches the end, dunks, and smiles as she comes up.

“You swim well. Would you like to go again and this time make it more interesting?”

Her dark eyes almost twinkle as she asks.

“Make it interesting, how?” you ask, as you lean against the side of the pool.

“If you win, you get Mr. Emerald, after dinner.”

“And?”

“And if I win, I get you both, and Mr. Emerald gets to watch. Mr. Ruby, how does that sound?” She winks at him.

You try to remember if you saw Mr. Emerald last time. You think he was a short, fat man, but you remember that Ms. Topaz enjoying him. Or maybe it was Ms. Garnet. But either way he is probably talented at giving pleasure. You look over to your lover, “So, do you want to spend time tonight with Ms. Emerald after dinner? If I win, you can, while I’m busy with Mr. Emerald and….”

“And if you lose, then we’ll both be busy with her. It’s your call, Dear. I’m up for anything.” He says with a sly grin.

Looking over at her, you take a moment to imagine what she look like beneath that one-piece. You “swung both ways” in college, but until you came here, you really hadn’t fantasized about being with a woman. You shake your head to clear the thoughts and extend your hand. “Deal”

She shakes it, then places her feet against the wall, and grabs the edge.

You do likewise and your lover yells “Go!”

This time you push yourself a bit harder, focusing on getting to the end.

When you touch the side, you turn and notice she has already started back.

You push off as hard as you can, and try to get a fast rhythm with your arms.

As you get close to the end you hear a voice yell. “Winner”

Then you touch the edge and look up. Your lover is standing out of the water, with the lifeguard next to him. They both reach down and help both of you out of the water. 
 “Ms. Emerald is the winner.” The lifeguard says, as if he is the official judge.

Your lover wraps a towel around you. “You did great, but apparently she is a regular in the pool.”

Ms. Emerald also dries off. “Then I will see both of you at dinner…..And afterwards.” She says in a sultry tone. “By the way, It’s hard to glide through the water, with breasts like yours. I can’t wait to feel and taste them.”

She then leaves, removing her swim cap and shaking out her long glossy black hair.

“I feel like I was conned.” You say, though not in a disappointed way.

“Let’s go shower and clean up. Dinner will be in an hour or so, Ms. Ruby.” Your lover says, kissing you and leading you back to the main house.

After showering together, and playing so as to arouse but not climax, you both dress in something casual. You lay out the dark red flared midi-skirt, and a white blouse on the bed. “Babe, should I go ‘commando’ or wear something to accent my features?”

He has on a pair of dark red briefs, before he pulls on a pair of black jeans. “Dear, I love when you wear a thong that cover your sweet pussy but still shows your sexy ass. That top will show how excited you are if you don’t wear a bra. Whatever makes you comfortable.”

You think it over and grab the black thong. The last time you were here your thong was lost. You don’t care if you lose the black one.

He pulls on a polo shirt that matches your skirt. “There, I think we are ready.”

You hear a knock at the door, a member of the staff announcing that “Dinner is ready, please come down to the dining room.”

As you close the door to your room, you see Mr. and Ms. Emerald leaving their room too.

She is wearing a green, silky dress with white flowers, and a high slit. Her long back hair hangs down her back, accenting her Asian features. Mr. Emerald is wearing a Hawaiian shirt, dark green with green, and a pair of khaki slacks. In her heels, Ms. Emerald is a little taller than him, making her look long and lean to his short and wide. They are an attractive couple.

You politely wave at them, and she waves back. Your lover grasps your other hand and leads you down to the dining room.

Instead of the one long table last time, the room has a number of smaller round tables set up. Each has two chairs. You notice Mistress sitting by herself at a table, sipping a glass of sparkling wine. You notice that her table only has one chair, as she stands up.

“Bonsoir, Mesdames et Messieurs, Pick whatever table you wish. Tonight we have roasted duck or salmon, along with potatoes or rice, and your choice of steamed vegetables. It is a simple meal, but one that I hope you will enjoy. Bon Appetit.”

As you sit you notice that tonight the Rubys and the Emeralds appear to be the only guests. You are a little disappointed by that. You were hoping the Mr. and Ms. Sapphire were here. Even though you will be with Ms. Emerald tonight, you would enjoy spending time with the Sapphires too.

Before the staff takes your order, you have an idea. “Babe, how about I get the duck, with rice, and you get the salmon with potatoes. We can sample a bit of each.”

“Good idea.” He says as he takes your hand.

The dinner was amazing. The food was so delicious. You had some sparkling wine, and some water. You didn’t want your head spinning when you went to the “playroom”. From time to time, while you were eating, you glanced over to the Emeralds. Each of them would wink or smile at you. Ms. Emerald licks a spoonful of cream from her potato, in a slow and seductive way. You aren’t sure if that is for you or your lover. Either way, you are a little turned on, and you feel your lover slide his hand under your shirt and caress your thigh. This goes on for the entire meal, building your excitement and anticipation.

When your plates are taken away, you hear Mistress tapping her glass with a fork.

“It has been brought to my attention that there was a friendly wager in the pool today? And that Ms. Emerald won the bet? Is all of that correct?”

You hold up your water glass, “Oui Mistress. You are correct.”

Ms. Emerald is holding up her wine glass too. “Oui Mistress, I won, and they agreed.”

“Messieurs, you also agree?” She asks the men still holding her glass.

Both of them stand and hold up their glasses. “Oui Mistress” they say together.

“Bien. I normally do not involve myself in such matters, but I wanted to ensure there was no coercion.”

“No, Mistress, even though I didn’t know that Ms. Emerald was a better swimmer than she led me to believe, I was not cheated.”

“Bien, then let us toast to an enjoyable night and you may move to the playroom.”

“Cheers!” Everyone says and empties their glasses.

You step away from the table, and before you can grab your lover’s hand, Ms. Emerald grabs each of you.

“Shall we enjoy ourselves in the Lounge?” She says squeezing your hand and leading the way.

(I hope you enjoyed this. Please return for the final part tomorrow. I apologize for the delay, but I hope that you enjoy it and find that it was worth the wait.)

Return to the Estate - Part 3

 

It’s Friday and you are filled with anticipation for tomorrow. Even though you are at work and trying to focus, your ass is a little sore from last night and your mind keeps going to the Estate. Just before lunch you get a text from your lover. “Dear, I attached a link from Mistress. Please open and respond when you can. Tonight we can go shopping for what we need for the weekend.” He closes it with a heart emoji and a clasped hands emoji.

You are intrigued but you wait until lunch, because everyone is on their phone in the break-room.

When you sit down and open your salad container, you click on the link. A webpage opens with a Notice in front. You quickly read “Welcome, honored Guest to The Estate. You and your partner are encouraged to enjoy your time here.” You scroll down, past the usual “travel brochure” kind of information, until you read in bold “Only Couples May Stay. You arrive together and you leave together. Any disagreements or arguments will be taken off the grounds.” You scroll down a bit further. “All outfits will be color coordinated with your assigned gemstone color. If in future visits, you both wish to change to a different color, that can happen if one is available. For Weekend Guests, all outfits and clothing will be either black or white, with gem color accents, or the gem color predominantly. All clothing will be modern. Historic Period Clothing is worn by the staff only.” You find some of this a bit odd, but you know that it is an exclusive place so they are allowed to have a few odd rules. At the bottom of the form you see the digital signature of your lover and a place for yours next to it. “Please sign and submit. By signing you both agree to all of the rules of the house, and are subject to penalties for violation of those rules.”

You digitally sign and submit.

You quickly get a text back from your lover, “Thanks Dear. I appreciate you finishing that. I’ll meet you at your place tonight and we can go shopping.”

“Shopping for what?” you text back.

“Clothing that is Ruby colored or Black & White with Ruby accents.” He types.

“Were they serious about that? Those are the only colors we are allowed tomorrow?”

“Yes. See you tonight. Gotta go”. And he closes again with a Heart emoji and a clasped hands emoji.

When you are back at your condo, you quickly look through your closet and drawers. Black bra and panties, and of course white ones too, but you don’t have any that are ruby red, aside from the half cup bra and matching garter belt that goes with your Ruby dress. You still have no idea where your G-string went. But aside from that dress and matching lingerie, you have nothing that is “ruby” colored.

You hear your front door open. “Hi, Dear. Ready to go shopping?” He calls.

“I guess so.” You respond as he walks into the bedroom, looking at the dresser drawers you have left open.

He walks closer and hugs you tightly. “Don’t worry. Let’s go, and I will buy you everything we need for the weekend.”

He takes you to various stores and boutiques. He buys you a few different dresses, and even a pantsuit that you can use for work. Both a bikini and a one-piece. The bikini is ruby red color but the one piece is striped black and white. He also takes you to a jewelry store where he gets you a ring, and matching bracelet and anklet. “These are your accents for when you are wearing very little or only black or white.” You nod but also convince him to get you a choker with a large ruby in the center and a broach you can wear if needed.

He kisses you after he pays. “That color looks so good on you.”

“Where are your accents?” you ask. He pulls up his sleeve and you see a red faced watch and a bracelet that looks similar to yours. “I got these earlier today, when I came down to see what they had for you.”

“No ring?” you ask playfully.

He kisses you again, with the store clerk watching. “Not yet. Maybe if we become regulars there, we’ll get matching ones.”

As you glance around the jewelry store, you realize that the make custom items. “Babe, is this where you got my…um..?”

He smiles broadly, and nods to the clerk, who nods back and steps away to give you a bit more privacy. “Yes. They have a special catalog for custom items such as that. This is one of the few places that caters to guests of the Estate.”

You look around at the shelves, and on the upper shelves, tucked behind statuettes, you notice small erotic castings, rings, and plugs. You would have to be looking up to see them, but in a store like this most clients are looking down at the display cases.

Before you can ask anything else, he takes your hand. “Dear, I know you have lots of questions but let’s do it on a day when we can request a ‘one on one’ with the jeweler. I would hate to have our discussions of custom items disturbed by people walking in off the street.”

You raise his hand and kiss the back of it, like he does to you sometimes. “Okay, Babe, and we should hit a few more stores before it gets late.”

After getting new lingerie and shoes, and a few other items, he drives you back to your place. “Are you staying the night?” you ask as you start removing the tags.

“No, Dear, I’m going to head home and pack my bags. I got a few items to add to.”

He kisses you and you hug him. “Are you sure you don’t want to stay a bit longer. I could model some of the new lingerie, and we could properly ‘break them in’.” You feel his crotch press against yours and his stirrings of excitement, but he sighs and steps back. “Save it for tomorrow. The anticipation will probably be good for both of us.” He says as turns and leaves.

You enjoy the feeling of the beautiful sunlight on you as it shines through the trees, wearing your black jeans and ruby top. He is driving at a leisurely pace, so you can enjoy the scenery. The first time, it was evening, and by the time the limo delivered you there, it was dark. This time you notice the mansions and manor homes back away for the road. Thick patches of forest divide the homes. Though as large as some of these look to be, they might as well be hotels instead of houses. You can almost smell the money.

He pulls up to the gate and buzzes it. “Mr. and Ms. Ruby, arriving for the weekend.”

The gate opens and he goes up the driveway. The lawn looks huge. And you see what looks to be tennis courts, and a pool. “Babe, you were right about this being like a mini-vacation.” You comment.

He pulls into a parking spot by the garage, and you both grab your bags. A member of the staff, dressed as a colonial farm hand, greets you. “Mr. and Ms. Ruby. Welcome and please come this way.”

He leads you up the wide stairway to the second floor. You notice small signs set with gemstones on the doors. All are closed except for one, which says ‘Ruby’ on it. You enter and the door is closed behind you.

You start unpacking, and hang things up as you notice how much of the room is painted dark red with white and black accents. The furniture is white with red accents. It all looks so beautiful.

There is a knock at the door and your lover opens it. “Yes?”

“If you would accompany me, Mistress would like you to have lunch with her.”

“Of course, let’s go Dear.” He says extending his hand towards you.

You take it and follow the man.

He leads both of you to a ‘breakfast nook’ where you see Mistress, wearing a peasant dress, sitting at a round table with dishes of sliced fruits, vegetables, smoked fish, and grilled meats. All with serving spoons or forks, and a few empty plates for guests.

“Ah, Monsieur et Madame Ruby, welcome to the Estate. Please sit and join me for a light lunch.” She says staying seated and motioning to the empty chairs at the table.

“Thank you, Mistress, we are happy to be here.” You quickly say as you sit down.

She looks at your dark red shirt. “I am so happy to see that you took our guidelines seriously. You look good like that.” The smile on her face has almost a hungry look to it, which you find a little exciting.

“Yes, Mistress, we are so happy to be here for the weekend.” Your lover says sitting down and putting some of the sliced meat on his plate. “Things have been busy and stressful for us, and this place is so beautiful and relaxing.”

“Oui, it is. My staff works very hard to keep things just so.” She says pouring a glass of iced tea from a pitcher on the table. “What do you know about the rules here?” she asks as she leans back in her chair.

“You come together, and you leave together.” You respond. “It was what you stressed during the party, and was mentioned multiple times on the website.”

“Do you know why that is?” she asks in a serious tone.

“Because couples are important?” You guess.

“Oui. When my husband was still alive, we enjoyed being together all the time. Traveling, dining, living, and loving. That included having sex with others, but always returning to each other.” She says taking a sip from her glass.

“But if you had sex with others, didn’t that lead to stress in the marriage?” your lover asks.

“Non, because we were open about it. It wasn’t about ‘power’ or ‘control’. It was about sampling different things.” She points to the variety of foods at the table. “We knew we wanted each other, but from time to time we wanted to sample, and share other people. It made our marriage stronger.”

You scoop some fruit onto your plate and take a spoon full of cubed melon. As you taste the sweet flavor, you think about what she said. “So you wanted to share this philosophy with your friends?” You opine.

“Exactement!” she says with a smile. “We saw too many of our friends and colleagues who engaged in affairs, divorces, and vies ruinees. We started with a small group whom we trusted. Came masked, with the only thing that marked our partners were our colored gemstones. Then we switched and swapped, then returned to our partners.”

“Of course!” exclaims your lover. “You all agree to keep things as anonymous as possible, and agree to return to your spouse. Everything is open. Unconventional but honest.”

“Oui” she says sipping her tea and taking a bite of fruit.

“So as time went on you expanded your group? But only bringing in new couples?”

“Bien sur. We established hard rules that only couples could participate. They come together and leave together.”

You watch how beautiful her lips look as she sucks on a slice of melon, then focus on your question, “What if only one half of the couple wanted to participate, but not the other?”

“C’est interdit. It is forbidden. If someone wishes to ‘step out’ of their marriage, they cannot do it here. If only one of you were to show up at our gates, we would deny you entrance. Comprendes?”

You nod and extend your hand to your lover, who takes it and squeezes it.

“Mistress, thank you so much for explaining everything.”

She gets up, straightens her dress, and extends her hand. “Enjoy the rest of lunch. When you are done, inform the staff and they will clear it away. If you wish to partake of any of the relaxing activities on the grounds, feel free. The pool, courts, ranges, and gym are available for your use. Ask the staff if you have any needs.” She then looks directly at you. “My staff is mostly male. They are not on the menu. The only exception to that rule is if you and Monsieur Ruby both are to be serviced by a member of the staff, and it has been approved by me. Comprendes?”

There is a cold look in her eyes for a moment. “Yes, Mistress. I understand. And thank you again.”

Your lover stands up and extends his hand. “Yes Mistress. Thank you for this. Will we see you again later?”

“Oui. I forgot to tell you, tonight there will be an informal dinner for all guests, and then ‘playtime’ for those who want. The staff will keep you informed.” She then turns and leaves, gracefully moving as if she is dancing to music only she hears.

“What do we do first?” you ask.

He smiles, kisses you, and says, “Enjoy this tasty lunch.”

(I hope you enjoyed Part 3. Please return tomorrow for Part 4. For my long time fans (or even new readers), I apologize for the lack of sex in this part, but I wanted Mistress and her rules to be fully explained. If you disagree, or agree, tell me in the comments. If you enjoy my writings, share and subscribe.)

Return to the Estate - Part 2

 

You wake up the next morning to the smell of coffee, eggs, and bacon. Looking around, you notice that your clothes, that were on the floor are now in the hamper. You get out of bed, throw on a robe and walk into the kitchen.

He’s wearing only a cooking apron as he stands in front of the stove. “Good Morning Dear. How do you want your eggs?” he asks as he flips over a slice of bacon.

You hug him from behind, pressing your breasts against his bare back, and kissing him on the neck. “I’ll have mine scrambled.”

He takes a bowl and then opens an egg one-handed. After adding a second one, he whisks them with a fork and pours them onto the smaller pan next to the larger one frying bacon.

“You are so talented with your hands.” you say kissing him on the cheek, and then grabbing a plate. He puts a couple of strips of bacon on it. “Sit down, and I’ll bring this to you in a minute.”

You set down your plate and pour a cup of coffee. You hear the sound of him flipping and chopping the eggs with the spatula. That metal on metal sound reminds you of some of the restaurants he has taken you to.

“Here you are.” he says, scooping the fluffy yellow eggs on to your plate. He sets down the pan, grabs his plate, which has two eggs, over easy, and adds a couple of strips of bacon. Sitting down, he is still wearing only your apron.

You eat a forkful. “This tastes great.” you say and then nibble on a crispy strip of bacon. “You didn’t have to make breakfast.”

“I know. But after last night, I wanted both of us to start of the day right.”

You slowly rub your bare leg against his. “We could have started it off a different way.” you tease.

“I thought about that, but you were sleeping so soundly, I didn’t want to wake you up by lubing your ass.” He says with an evil smile and a wink.

“Oh, so you’re in one of those moods this morning?” you say. He doesn’t always want to fuck your ass, but you’ve enjoyed it when he does. You glance at the time and frown. “I don’t think I have time for that this morning. Can we try tonight?”

“I was going to offer a quickie in the shower, before I left, but I can wait until tonight. Do you want to come over to my place?”

You love going over to his loft. One of the first things he did when he had enough money, was buy an old industrial building and converted it into a huge apartment on the top floor and rented out the lower floor to a couple of boutique shops.

You finish your plate, get up and kiss him. “If we are going to shower together, we need to start now.”

He quickly shovels the rest of his food into his mouth, puts his plate in the sink and hang the apron on the wall hook. His lovely cock is semi-hard, which makes you smile as you head for the bathroom.

The hot water of the shower feels so good, almost as good as his hands, washing your body with a soapy washcloth. He is turning you on, but you know you really need to finish. You grip his dick, wash it vigorously, and then squat on your heels. It is right in front of your mouth and you lick the tip. You taste a little of the floral scented soap, but you grip the shaft and suck it. You enjoy the feeling of him getting hard in your mouth.

“Damn Dear, I thought we didn’t have time for this.” He says placing his hands on your head.

You smile up at him, stroking him harder and faster, “This won’t take long.” You suck him more firmly and move him back a bit so he is against the wall of the shower. You feel the hot water still pounding on your back, but you also taste his excitement. With one hand you grip his balls and the other one grips his shaft as you lick and suck the tip. You hum and vibrate around it. “Oh God.” he says as he grips your hair, and you feel his legs tense.

You taste his pre-cum and suck him deeper for a moment. He tries to hold your head still as you taste him cumming. You enjoy how he pulses in your mouth as you suck it all down.

He releases you and you stand up. “Why did you do that?’

“Because, Babe, we didn’t do that last night, and I like how you taste.” you say kissing him.

You both dry each other off and get dressed. He keeps a suit, sport coat, and a couple pairs of pants in your closet, plus a drawer for socks and underwear. You always like the striped boxers he wears.

You both quickly dress. He cleans the kitchen as you pack yourself a salad for lunch. “You don’t really need to do those.” you say as he rinses everything and puts it in the dishwasher.

“I made the mess; I should clean it up. Besides you still had space in the dishwasher, so we can run it while you’re at work.” He says, drying his hands on a towel.

You fill your water bottle and put everything in your bag. You kiss him. “I want you to try not to stress over things at work today. Maybe it will get better.”

He hugs you and kisses you. “Thanks Dear. I really needed last night. I hope you have a good day at work too.”

You both grab your stuff and go, locking the door behind you. In the parking garage, he is parked in your other numbered space, and you blow a kiss at him before he gets in.

At work you focused on spreadsheets and totals, writing up the reports that are due. Mid-day, you grab your lunch and go to the break-room. As you eat your salad, you wish your lover was sitting across the table, like he had been at breakfast. You slowly rub your crossed legs against one another, wishing you could rub them against his. Then you stop and slowly look around. An odd thought pops in your head. How many of your coworkers are leading secret lives? How many of them have a butt-plug, Ben Wa balls, or one of those wearable “clit suckers”. As usual, you wear slacks. The “professional pantsuit” look popular with management. But you glance at the women wearing various length skirts and wonder what’s beneath. More out of curiosity than desire. Desire. The Estate. Those beautiful women attired as you were and their loving and attentive partners. Men who came in various shapes and sizes but who all paid attention to their women, even when they swapped and shared them. For a second you imagine what the people in the break-room would look like in high slit dresses and tuxes. Then you glance at the clock. You need to finish lunch and go back to your desk.

You check the headlines and read “Market Tumbles Third Day in a Row”. “Damn, Babe will be in a bad mood.” you mutter to yourself. You go to call him but stop. “He’s busy. I’ll call on my way to his place.”, then you click off the news and focus on work.

Sitting in your car, you connect your phone and dial him. After a couple of rings, he picks up. “Hi Dear, are you leaving work?” The tone in his voice is lighter than you expected.

“Yeah, Babe, I’m about to pull out of the parking lot. I saw the headlines. Are you doing okay?”

There is a short pause. “I’m okay. When you get here, I’ll tell you all about it. Drive safe.”

“Ok. Should I pick something up for Dinner?” You ask quickly.

“No. I ordered carryout. I’ll have it ready by the time you get here.” He responds still with at light tone.

“Ok. See you in a bit.”

You think about it as you drive. “It can’t be too bad for him if he ordered out. Probably from the Italian place around the corner or that South Asian place across from it. If it’s pizza, or something simple, then he had a bad day and just wants food and sex. I’m okay with that.” you say to yourself.

You park in the spot next to his car, right under the light, with the sign “Tenant Parking Only” You always laugh at that. He is the only one living in the building. Yes, there are stores on the street level but they stop being busy by 6 and close at 8 or 9. You take the old freight elevator up to his loft. You use your key and open the door. He has candles lit on the table, and plates set, but you smell pepperoni and 3-cheese pizza. You hang up your purse and take off your blazer.

“Babe, is everything all right?” you call.

“Yes, Dear it is.” he says from the kitchen pouring a tall glass of milk.

“Are you sure? Pizza with milk. That’s normally for a Saturday Movie night on the couch.”

He walks up and kisses you. Softly at first but then a little more passionately.

Then he releases you. “Do you want some milk, a beer, or some wine?”

“Let me pull off my shoes and I’ll pour myself something.” You say, as you pull off your work heels. Your nylon clad feet enjoy the cool feeling of the polished wood floor.

In his fridge you find some of that Trappist fruit accented ale he picked up for you. The first time you tried it with pizza, you were surprised how well it paired. You are still not sure why his mood seems so light, so you opt to drink right from the bottle.

You loosen your top as you sit and put a slice on your plate. He seems like he is trying to hide a smile as he takes a bite of his pizza and washes it down.

“Ok. What’s the deal. Yesterday you were so tense and angry. Are you on something? Did I miss a headline? What’s with your mood?” you ask.

“We are spending the weekend at The Estate. If this weekend doesn’t work, then pick a different one.” He says with a huge grin.

This wasn’t what you were expecting at all and apparently your mouth dropped open because he lovingly reaches across the table and gently touches your chin. “What..I thought…We…” you stammer. You are trying to make a complete sentence, but too many questions fill your head at once.

He leans back and takes another bite of his pizza slice. The grease and cheese make his lips glisten in the candlelight.

“I wanted to surprise you, but I didn’t think I would strike you speechless.” he says with a grin. He explains his “protect what you can, and buy what’s cheap” strategy and how happy his clients were that he was working to protect their funds. He then sips his milk, leaving a cute milk mustache on his upper lip.

“What’s that have to do with the Estate?” you ask slightly confused.

“I spoke directly with Mistress. She was very happy with everything I am doing to protect her investments and offered us a weekend whenever we want. We don’t have to wait for a special event. We can just call and reserve the “Ruby Room”.

You are sipping your beer as he says this, and it surprises you, so you almost spit it out. “She has a ‘Ruby Room’ for us?”

He hands you a napkin. “Apparently the Estate has a number of rooms with corresponding ‘gem colors’. That is why during a party each of the couples was a specific color. They have a room to retire to. I didn’t know that last time. As I said, I was trying to cover for the fact I really didn’t know what we were doing.”

“So we are Mr. and Ms Ruby, as far a Mistress is concerned?”

He grabs another slice. “Yes. So should we go for the weekend, or do you just want to do an overnight?”

You finish your first slice, and wipe your fingers on the napkin. “Let’s just do an overnight. Would that be Friday night, or Saturday night?”

“Which would you prefer? Go right there right after work tomorrow, or go Saturday, see what other amenities it has to offer during the day, and then return Sunday.”

You think about it as you grab another slice. “Let’s do Saturday. I would love to see what the grounds look like during the day.”

“Okay. I’ll call her tomorrow and arrange everything. Do you want to finish eating at the table or…”

“Yes, lets take things to the couch and put on a movie. Do you have something in mind?” you ask as you grab your beer and plate.

“I was thinking that new ‘Rom Com’ you wanted. It’s streaming this month. You know the one with that actor…”

“Yes. He looks so good in a tux too.” You quickly say as you sit on the couch.

After you finish the pizza, you snuggle next to him. Halfway through the movie, you are caressing and stroking each other. He pauses the movie so he can focus on kissing and pleasuring you. After stripping off your clothing, and enjoying each other, you both put on sets of comfy sweatpants, and finish the movie. When it ends you move to the bed and he continues making love to you, lubing and filling you in every way until you both are satisfied and tired.

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Return to the Estate - Part 1

 

It seems like forever since your lover took you to “The Estate”. The week after you were there, you asked him when the next event will be. His answer at first was “I haven’t heard anything yet, but I will tell you when I do.” One week became two, which eventually became a month. His answer was always a very non-committal “I haven’t heard anything. But I don’t want to disturb the ‘Mistress of the House’ and bother her.”

You begin to wonder if there haven’t been any events, or your lover didn’t want to take you to them. In your closet your Ruby dress hangs up, still with the plastic on it from when you had it dry cleaned. You don’t want it to get messed up. In the drawer in your night stand, in a light blue box, your gold plated butt plug with real rubies, sits on a miniature silk pillow. Every time you look at it, you are tempted to wear it, but then you sigh and leave it alone. You wonder if Ms. Sapphire, Ms. Topaz, and Ms. Emerald have the same thoughts. Ms. Sapphire. You would enjoy seeing her again. She wasn’t the first woman to lick your pussy but she was definitely one of the most enthusiastic ones. Everything was shrouded in so much mystery. You don’t know the location, you don’t know anyone’s names, and worse, you don’t know when you will return.

As you work your mundane office job, your mind drifts off to butlers and servants in 18th Century outfits, the smell of the candles, the polished wood, and the amazing food. A email pops up on your screen, reminding you that you have monthly totals due to your team leader. You sigh, rub your eyes, and focus on spread sheets and numbers, an entirely different world from the fantasy land of the Estate.

When you get back to your condo, you make a pasta salad and grilled chicken breast. While you are slicing the chicken, your phone rings. You see it’s your lover calling.

“Hey, Babe” you answer. “What’s going on? I’m just making dinner.”

He must be driving because he is using Bluetooth. “I’m just leaving the office. Dinner sounds good. I’ll drive straight there.” he says but you hear stress in his voice.

“Is everything okay? Is traffic bad?” you ask.

You hear a sigh of frustration. “I’ll tell you when I get there. Are you having wine with dinner?”

“I’m making pasta salad with chicken, so I’ll crack something open.” you respond.

“Thanks, Dear. I’ll be there in about 15 or so.”

“Love you.” you say as you hang up.

When you finish slicing the chicken breast you dish up a second plate for him. Then you go to the mini-wine fridge and pull out that Columbia River Valley Rose’.

By the time you have things on the table, you hear his key turning in the lock. He hangs his jacket by the door. “That smells great.”

“You timed it right. Sit and tell me about your day.” you say as you give him a hug.

He squeezes you tightly, almost like he desperately needs you.

Sitting down, he picks up the wine glass, swirls it, sniffs it, and then takes a deep drink, emptying it. He then refills it and takes a smaller sip.

“What’s going on, Babe?” you ask as you enjoy a forkful of pasta.

“This is really good.” he says trying to change the topic. “I love when you cook.”

You set down your fork, reach across the small table, and place your hand on his. “What’s the matter? Is there something wrong?” you ask in a soft but serious tone.

He lowers he head and grips his fork. “It’s nothing you can help with. My clients are losing money, which means I am losing money. It is all for stupid reasons too.” He slams his fist on the table in frustration.

You get up and walk behind him, caressing his shoulders. They feel like braided cables, so tight and hard. “Babe. Try to relax.”

He exhales through his nose as you feel his shoulders drop a bit. Slowly you try to rub and massage his upper back. Bending his head forward he takes some slow, deep breaths. “That feels so good…. You are amazing….. You are always just what I need.”

His voice softens as does his muscles. “Why don’t we finish dinner, first. Then in the bedroom I will tell you all about it. This tastes so good, I don’t to ruin it.”

You nod and sit back down.

“So tell me about your day.” He says as he enjoys his food.

You tell him about the spreadsheets and monthly totals, things that you know are boring, because you are bored telling him, but surprisingly he is looking at you as you talk. Slowly taking in forkfuls of food and eating but also paying attention as you describe how all of these reports are due by the end of the week.

“Oh speaking of the end of the week, are there any events at the Estate, this weekend?”

He sets down his fork and slowly sips his wine. You see that there is frustration in him at this question. “Dear, the Estate is one of my clients. Because of these drops in the markets, including crypto, everyone has lost money. The only thing that hasn’t dropped hard is commodities, and those are all over the place. Nothing is stable, and it is my responsibility to help all of my clients make good and diverse investments.” You see the anger rising in him again, but he exhales and takes another sip to calm himself.

“I don’t want everyone there, especially the Mistress, to look at me and wonder why I’m there having fun, instead of making sure that they all don’t go broke.”

You notice that his plate is empty, so you get up and take it to the sink. “They wouldn’t really do that, would they?” you ask, rinsing it.

He gets up, grabbing your mostly empty plate, and wine glasses, taking them to you.

“Realistically, I don’t know. Normally I have the bulk of their investments in slow, but steady growth accounts, with a smaller portion in fast but risky funds. They understand the markets, and they pay me to keep them wealthy.”

“Wait a second. Does that mean that all of the people we saw last time were your clients?” You ask

A sad smile is on his face. “Some of them are. Most of the time I only deal with their personal secretaries. But the reason we were invited was because last year was a very profitable year. Everyone had a good year, which meant that I had a good year. That was why I paid extra to have my company driver take you there in the corporate limo. He got paid overtime to sit, hang out with the other drivers, and eat for free in the kitchen with the staff.”

“And that’s why he drove me back to your place, while you followed in your car. Ok.” you pause for a moment as you put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher. “But you don’t know any of this for sure. You’re just guessing. Has anyone called and been angry?”
 He wipes down the cupboard as you finish filling the dishwasher, “No. But I know what they have lost, and how if the market wasn’t…”

You put your fingers to his lips. “Hush. If you hadn’t been monitoring and making account corrections, would they be broke?”

He kisses your fingertips. “No. They would have a lot less money, but none of these wealthy people would be broke.”

“Ok, so have you personally lost them money or helped to save them money?”

He kisses your palm and then your wrist. “I have, though moving things and using my account tools, minimized their losses, and for most, have them making small gains again.”

You put your arms around his neck, and kiss his lips. “Then you, my love, have done your job, and there is nothing to be ashamed of.”

He kisses you firmly and hugs you tightly. You feel his hardness press against you.

“You are what I need. When things seem out of control, you help remind me what’s important.”

“Wait a second. Had you been to the Estate prior to us going?” You ask with genuine curiosity.

“No. It had been my first time too. I had asked if I could arrive ahead of you so they could explain everything to me. I wanted to be your guide.” he says kissing you again.

“You wanted to be in control.” You respond, fully understanding. You start unbuttoning his shirt. “Let’s take this to my bed. Maybe I can help get rid of the last of your stress?” you say in a seductive tone.

In your bedroom, you step out of your work slacks, as he unbuttons your blouse. Your fingers undo his trousers which drop to the floor, his hard cock tenting his boxers. “Mmmm you are excited to be here.” you say as your blouse falls off of you and you feel his fingers unclasping your bra strap. 

Slowly he slides it off of you and looks down at your hard nipples. “You seem excited for me too.” He kisses your neck and upper chest, slowly moving down your body. His strong fingers caress your breasts, with his fingertips rolling your nipples. A sigh of pleasure escapes your mouth.

“You can always get work as a gigolo. Your mouth and hands know how to give me pleasure.” you say in a playful tone.

“You couldn’t afford me.” he says as he slowly licks around your left nipple.

You put your hands on his head and run your fingers through his hair as he sucks your nipple firmly.

Then he kisses his way down your tummy, sliding his hands down your back until you feel his fingers at the waistband of your panties. He slowly pulls them down, your hips and ass as you feel his mouth just above your pubic mound. You are still waxed smooth since before he took you to the Estate.

His lips feel so warm and soft as he kisses closer to your clit and lips. His hands grip your ass cheeks. You love when he licks your pussy but you want to really enjoy it, “Babe, let me lie on the bed first.” you say. You feel the tip of his tongue tease you before you hear, “Of course, Dear”

Lying on the bed with your ass near the edge and your legs bent, you feel his hands on your thighs. His lips softly kiss the inside of your right thigh. His gentle attention makes your pussy so wet. You feel his breath on your cunt, and you wait with anticipation for him to lick you or fill you with his fingers. Instead, he breathes a cooling breath across your pussy lips. Then his warm, wet mouth clamps on your clit, and you feel him suck firmly. You reach down and pull his hair with one hand as you pull your hard nipple with the other. “Damn that feels good.” you moan. Two fingers enter your open pussy as he works them in and out, twisting and trusting. He alternates from sucking to licking your clit as he fingers you faster, deeper, and harder.

You cum hard. Harder than you expected. As your body tingles with pleasure, you feel him on you. His mouth pressed against yours as he kisses you, tasting yourself on his lips. You feel his hard cock slide into you, as you are so wet with excitement and pleasure. He fucks you hard. Like he did with his fingers. His hairy chest rubs against your nipples. You put your legs around him and hook your ankles. He continues working in and out until he thrusts hard and holds it. You feel him throb and pulse inside of you as he cums.

He is still breathing hard as he slides from you and lies on his back. You kiss him and snuggle. “Do you feel better now?”

He puts an arm around you, and you feel the heat from his body. “I do. God I love you.”

He kisses you again. “Are you going to spend the night?” you ask.

“Having you lying in my arms might be just what I need.”

“Then you are doing my laundry and changing the sheets.” you playfully respond. Then you pause. “Babe, is the only reason that you don’t want to go back to the Estate is the money, or is it that you don’t want to share me with the others?”

He is quiet for a long moment, “I don’t know. I love watching you cum. Seeing you licking Ms. Sapphire’s pussy as Mr. Sapphire filled your ass was a huge turn on. Knowing that you came just as hard with only me, is a boost to my ego, but that night there was a glow about you when we were done.”

“Babe, are you jealous? I thought that the house rules were designed so couples came together and left together.”

“They are. The Mistress of the Estate believes that sex and love are two different things. You love your partner, spouse, significant other, but you can have sex with anyone who consents. We probably should have talked about this before I accepted their invitation.”

You put your head on his chest. “I love you, but I enjoyed trying and learning things there. I’m not saying I have to see Mr. and Ms. Sapphire again, but it would be fun. Or maybe the Topazes or Emeralds.”

He holds you. “Tomorrow, I will call Mistress and see if they have any special events. If all they have is a “weekend get together” do you want me to accept?”

You raise your head and kiss him. “I think just spending a night there, away from the stresses of our lives might be a good mini-vacation. Think of it like a “spa day”.”

“Ok. Let’s sleep on it.” He holds you as you pull the blanket over both of you.

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Welcome to the Estate - Part 2

 He takes your hand and leads you to your seats at the dining table. There are cards marking your places, each says “Ruby”.

He pulls out your chair and seats you. Once again, the plug feels odd. You notice some of the other women making odd faces as they sit too. “Are they all wearing butt plugs?” you think to yourself.

There is a thin blond with hard pink nipples in a sapphire dress sitting directly across from you. As she sits, she winks at you knowingly. You also notice that some of the women raise the backs of their dresses so their bare bottoms are on the leather covered seats. You raise and pull up the back of your dress and sit back down on the cool leather. It feels good but different. You feel his hand on your thigh. He whispers in your ear, “You didn’t have to do that dear. This is your first time here. I want you to see and enjoy. Some of the ladies have been here multiple times and already know exactly what they want. If the dinner didn’t require clothing, some of them would be fully naked by now.” He kisses your lips softly.

His fingers softly caress your crotch, rubbing the soft silk against your pubic mound.

Food is served. You are surprised by the variety and flavor. “They must have their own chef” you think to yourself. You see some of the couples feeding one another. The Sapphire Blonde feeds her lover and then looks at you and slowly licks her spoon in a seductive way. She takes her cloth napkin and slowly rubs her nipples, as if she is wiping something off of them but very slowly.

You lean in and whisper to him “Is she hitting on me?” He looks over to her and Mr. Sapphire, they wink and smile at him. He slowly nods in return. “Yes, she wants you and me.” He takes a little spoon full of fruit sauce for his dessert and dribbles it across the tops of your breasts. He slowly licks you clean, making sure that both Sapphires watch and enjoy.

You look around and notice that other couples are doing similar things with their food. There are some hands under the table, probably rubbing, caressing, and stroking.

You feel his fingers under the table rubbing your pussy, so you unzip his fly and reach in and stroke his hardening cock.

After a few minutes, you hear your hostess address everyone, in her slightly French accented English, “Mesdames et Messieurs, it appears that dinner is over for all of you, and you are ready for dessert. Please leave the dining hall and move to the Lounge. All activities will be confined to the lounge area. Remember you begin and end with your partner. In between all else is consensual.”

He stands up and pulls out your chair. The back of your dress covers your ass again as you stand. He kisses the back of your neck and takes your hand, leading you to the Lounge.

You see a large, curved couch, which he has you sit down on. He sits to your side with his arm around your shoulder.

“May we join you?” Mr. Sapphire asks.

Your lover grabs your hand and kisses it. “It is your choice, my dear. If you say yes, we can learn more about them. And maybe more about ourselves.”

You look into his eyes, and then them. You slowly nod. “Yes, Please sit and join us.”

The rest of the night continues with you enjoying your time with the Sapphires, as you shared and explored each other. You enjoyed sucking Mr. Sapphire’s penis, as you were licked by both the blonde and your lover. You felt the butt plug being pressed as there was a mouth on your clit and a tongue along the crack of your ass.

Later you watched as she sucked him, and Mr. Sapphire licked your pussy.

At some point, you put a condom on your lover’s hard cock as Ms. Sapphire placed one on his.

The four of you tried various positions during the night. Your plug was removed and replaced with a tongue, and then a hard cock. You enjoyed being filled by more than one partner as you licked and sucked in positions you hadn’t previously tried. You were asked to remove Ms. Sapphire’s plug as her man sucked her clit and she sucked your lover’s cock again.

You don’t know how long it lasted, but after a while, as you are tired and satiated, you hear a bell ring.

“Mesdames et Messieurs, merci for attending tonight’s festivities. If you need a room for the night, please signal and the staff will assist you. If you are leaving for the night, we thank you for your attendance.”

You and your lover get dressed. He quickly pulls on his pants, and shirt but leaves the tie untied and the jacket open. He hands you your dress which you put on. You aren’t sure where your g-string went, but your stockings are still on.

“Can’t we get a room and spend the night? This place is amazing.” You say like a kid at an amusement park.

He shakes his head. “Not this time my love. I have an early morning meeting at work. Next time they have an event, we will plan on spending the night.”

From the couch he picks up your ruby butt plug. “Don’t forget my gift.” As he hands it to you, you smile.

“I’d never forget such a beautiful and useful gift.” You kiss him and leave together.

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Welcome to the Estate - Part 1

 You step into the limousine, you expect to see him in the backseat, but there is only a box and a note.

“My driver is taking you to a special club. Change into the outfit in the box. Wear everything in the box, and don’t wear anything else”.

You go to ask the driver a question and he puts up the partition before you can ask him anything.

In the box you see red lingerie. It is all silk & lace. A half-bra that cups your breasts but shows your nipples, a matching pair of g-string panties, a garter belt, stockings, red stilettos, a tube of lube, a jeweled butt plug, and a red silk dress that is loose, low cut in the front (exposing your breasts) and high cut on the sides, all the way to your waist.

As the car is driving, you get undressed. You put on the garter belt first. The silk and lace are smooth but textured against your skin. You pull on the right stocking first. “‘Oh my God” you think, “these are silk stockings, not nylon. How expensive was this?”

You slowly slide the stocking up, and secure it. You slowly pull on the left stocking. The silk is cool and smooth on your skin. You pull up the g-string. The silk crotch feels so good on your smooth mound.

You pull on and secure the bra. The half cups feel strange, after wearing a full bra all day. The lace trim is just below your nipples. As you move, the trim softly rubs the edge of your nipples. It feels good and your nipples harden a bit.

You pull the dress on. It is cut so it goes around your breasts. As you move you feel more silk rub against you. “This feels so damn good” you think.

The last things in the box are the lube, butt plug and shoes. The shoes you will put on, when the car stops. You pick up the plug. It seems heavier than it should. You look at the jewel. Where you normally see a single fake jewel. You see instead a dozen small red stones in a circular pattern. “Are these rubies? Is this made from gold?”

You don’t want to think, if this is real, what’s it worth. You know he likes to buy you expensive gifts but this is crazy.

You take a deep breath and slowly let it out. You take the lube, lie sideways on the seat and put lube on your fingers. You slide the string from your butt cheeks, and slowly rub the lube around and in your tight butt hole.

As you do, it feels good. You remember how he licks you there during sex. You slide one finger in and out. You add more lube, and then a second finger. This plug isn’t as big as you have seen in videos, so two fingers should relax your ass enough.

You lube the plug. It’s cold, but is warming against your skin.

You press it against your puckered hole. Breathe, relax, and slide it in.

You put the g-string back in place and sit normally.

In a bit, the car stops. You hear the driver talk to the security speaker. You hear a buzz and black iron gates open. The car continues up the drive to a mansion that you have never seen before.

The car stops at a small walkway, leading to double doors at the entrance. The driver opens the door. You slip on your red stilettos and get out. You realize the driver is looking at your nipples and they harden.

You step from the car and adjust your dress. Your panties and garters are visible from the side slits. You walk to the doors. The driver wordlessly closes the door, gets back in and drives away.

At the door, is a doorman attired in what looks like a 18th century servant’s uniform. Lots of silk, lace, and buttons. He is wearing a powdered wig. As you walk to the door, he says, “You are expected, Madam.” You step in and the doors close behind you.

The Estate is beautiful, the large open hallway is lit with crystal lamps and lined with mirrors. The light is almost dazzling. You walk forward towards where you hear voices and you see another butler, attired similarly to the doorman. He opens the large French doors to the dining room. “Please enter Madam”.

You see a large table that is set for a large party. Near the back of the room is an oak bar where you see men in tuxedos, and women wearing dresses similar to yours. The difference with the women’s dresses is that each one is a different color. Sapphire blue, emerald green, garnet red, topaz yellow, etc. You are ruby red. Their nipples are as exposed as yours. You see lovely pink, brown, and tan nipples on breasts of various shapes and sizes. You are a bit excited by this.

You see him and you walk over. He is sexy in his tux, which you have seen him wear before. The only difference is that his bow tie is ruby red, like your dress. He sees and kisses you. “I am so glad you made it. And your outfit looks great on you. Come sit here.” He points to a bar stool next to him, and as you sit, you feel the pressure of the plug in your ass. “Here’s your drink. I think the party will begin soon.” He motions to the bartender who is dressed in 18th century attire also, and your drink is placed before you. This doesn’t surprise you, he knows your favorite drink and has done similar things at restaurants in the past.

As you take a sip. A tall woman in an extremely tight leather bustier with matching leather pants with stiletto boots enters the room. She holds up a champagne glass.

“Madams and Messieurs, welcome to the Estate. This is my home. Before we begin dinner and entertainment, we have a few house rules that will be obeyed or you will lose your privilege of being here.

“First, each of you brought your partner. You dressed them in your selected color. You must start and end your evening with them.

“Second, everything must be agreed to. If it is your first time trying something, that is fine, but you must get agreement from Everyone Involved.

“Third, what happens here, Stays here. Any activities that you wish to continue outside of the Estate is the responsibility of all of those involved, which once again must be mutually agreed to.

“Four, this place is for pleasure and enjoyment. Nothing else. If a person objects to an activity or does not want to participate, then thank them and move to another person. If anyone makes a mistake with the rules, they will be gently reminded. But if anyone flagrantly breaks a rule, you will be escorted from the Estate and barred entry to future events. Does everyone agree? Signify by raising your glass and saying ‘Oui Mistress’.”

Both you both raise your glasses and loudly shout “Oui Mistress”.

“Then be seated at the dining room table, dinner is first.”

(And here we will pause. Return tomorrow for Part 2 of “Welcome to the Estate”)