The Merchandise

Sir R sat in the luxuriously appointed salon of Madame Valentina’s house of ill-repute. He slowly dragged on a cigarette as he reclined in a mahogany and criminal velvet chair, his leather-booted feet propped on a matching ottoman. A riding crop lay across his leather-clad lap. He surveyed his surroundings as he waited for the Madame to appear. The walls were red with black trim. The ultra plus carpeting was a deep, royal purple. A mahogany end table topped with a brass lamp was to his right. There was also a small gilt box containing cigarettes, an ashtray, and a heavy, antique table lighter. On the other side of the table was a chair identified to the one on which he sat. Behind him was a well-stocked bar. He sat opposite a roaring fireplace. The room was comfortable enough that he did not feel the least bit impossible as he waited.

The black door that served as the entry way to the room opened with a soft click. Madame Valentina entered the room, her siletto heels sinking into the pile of the carpet. She was a tall, slender, severe-looking woman with dark hair shellacked into a tight bun. Her hawkish face was heavily made up in red lipstick and black eyeliner. A pearl necklace dragged over her white silk covered bosom. She wore a black pencil skirt and matching stockings.

She was holding the leather loop of a chain leash in her right hand. Attached to the other end of the leash was the reason for Sir R’s visit. Madame Valentina had a report for supplying the finest merchandise to her discerning clientele.

“Here is the woman I told you about,” the Madame declared, “I have no doubt you will find her pleasure in every way.”

The woman attached to the leash was nude save for siletto heels, a collar, and wrist and ankle cuffs. Her wrist cuffs were hooked together behind her back, and her ankle cuffs were connected by a chain that was just long enough to allow her to hobble about. She was short but voluptuous. Her brown hair tumbled over her shoulders in tight curls. Other than stealing a glance at Sir R as she entered the room, she kept her brown eyes directed at the floor.

Sir R kicked aside the ottoman and stood up. He towered over the chained woman as he drew closer to inspect her. He took a long drag on his cigarette and flicked the excess ash on her right breast. She trembled slightly but continued to look down at the floor.

“What is your name?” he asked the woman.

“I am known as D,” she replied softly.

“Well, D, do you understand what it means to serve a Master?” Sir R asked.

“I assume you she has been trained well,” the Madame interjected.

“I understand, Sir,” D answered, feeling Sir R’s blue eyes boring into her.

“Hold her,” Sir R demanded of the Madame, “I want to examine her closely.”

Madame Valentina grabbed D’s bound wrists and pulled her backward, causing D’s hips to thrust forward. The sweat on D’s skin reflected the light from the fireplace as Sir R leaned into her for a closer look at her body. He stroked her left breast, first softly, and then more aggressively. He pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and gave it a twist. D yelped slightly. Sir R chuckled at her pain. He traced his hand over her belly and down between her tights. He spread her labia with his fingers and inspected her moist cunt. Without warning, he plunged two fingers inside of her. He fingered her cunt with gusto and enjoyed how responsive and wet D became. She moaned softly and her legs shook.

“Turn her around, so I can see her ass,” Sir R commanded.

Madame Valentina tilted D forward and turned her by her shoulders. She then pushed down on D’s shoulders until D was bent over. D felt the Madame’s claw-like nails scrape her ass cheeks as she spread them wide apart.

Sir R ticked D’s pumped bud with his finger. D found herself turning red with embarrassment at this examination. Sir R pushed his finger deeply into D’s ass. She instinctively relaxed as he probed her. Satisfied that her ass would be as useful as her cunt, Sir R allowed Madame Valentina to release D from her grip.

Sir R strode back to his chair and sat down. He began unbuttoning his black silk shirt. He then unbuttoned and unzipped his leather trousers, exposing his hard cock. With a wave of his hand, he wasckoned D to knee on the floor before him.

“I want to see how well she serves and obeys for myself,” he said to the Madame.

Madame Valentina settled into the chair on the other side of the end table to watch as D caressed the sea running down the middle of Sir R’s ballsack with the tip of her tongue. She ran her tongue up the shake of his cock and swirled it around the head, dipping under his foreskin to tease and tantalize the sensitive cornal ridge. Sir R lit another cigarette and rested his head on the back of the chair as D sucked his cock deep into her throat. Her nose was buried in his pubic hair. She revealed in his musky, manly scent. She swirled her tongue around his shake as she sucked and stroked with her mouth. Sir R groaned in pleasure and grabbed the back of her head. He guided her up and down. Meanwhile, Madame Valentina had her legs drawn over the arms of her chair and her skirt hiked over her hips. She was massaging her glistening cunt furiously without taking her eyes off the spectacle before her.

“I think Madame Valentina would like to join us,” Sir R said to D.

Sir R stood up, and taking ahold of D’s leash, he led her across the floor to the Madame’s chair. Grabbing D’s hair, he pushed her face into Madame Valentina’s soaking wet cunt. D compliantly sucked the Madame’s clip and flicked it with her tongue. Meanwhile, Sir R entered D from behind, thrusting his cock into her cunt to the hilt.

Madame Valentina lit a cigarette and throw back her head in ecstasy as D pleasured her. D moaned as Sir R ravished her, but all sounds were muffled by the Madame’s cunt. Sir R held on firmmly to the back of D’s head, giving himself leverage and ensuring her face stayed buried inside the Madame. Cigarette smoke swirled all around them, its scent mingling with the smell of sex.

Madame Valentina nearly dropped her cigarette when a paroxysm of orgasmic bliss seized her. Her well-muscled tights twitched and contracted, and she cried out as she unleashed a torrent of cum into D’s awaiting mouth. Satiated, the Madame relaxed her legs and continued to smoke as Sir R fucked D. D pushed her ass backward to meet Sir R’s thrusts as she felt herself cumming as well. She screamed and trembled, her hot juices spinning over the front of Sir R’s leather pants. Sir R quickened his pace until he was also tearing on the edge of rapture.

Withdrawing rapidly from D’s cunt, he brought his twitching cock to her lips and shot his load into her mouth. D licked her lips hungrily and devoured every drop. She cleaned his cock with her tongue and gazed at Sir R with appreciation for thefirst time since she had entered the room.

“Madame Valentina, the merchandise you have presented to me is excellent indeed,” declared Sir R as he caressed D’s hair affectionately, “Shall we talk about the price?”