I have spent the rest of the day thinking about what to expect tonight. Flora had asked me to relax and rest the whole day, but how can I relax? I just can’t, right now I’m feeling edgy, both anticipating and dreading the night to come. I wish Flora will tell me all I need to know, but she just keeps smiling and telling me to keep my fingers crossed. I finally force myself to sleep the whole day. By the time Flora comes in to wake me up, I have already dressed up.
“It’s 11pm already Blondie, get ready.”
“I’m ready,”
“I can see that, it’s as if you are very excited about tonight.”
“I’m meeting with the Bishop, why shouldn’t I be excited. Although I must confess that I am a bit curious.”
“We already discussed this madam, let’s go. The chauffeur is here for us.”
“Wow! A chauffeur, that sounds classy.”
“Sure, you are His Lordship’s favorite, so you will be treated as royalty. Now common.”
Flora and I giggle as we make our way to the SUV, it’s a white range, the chauffeur is a tall dark man with white hairs, he opens door for us and we get into the back seat. I feel like I’m in a dream, a fairy tale dream for that matter.
“Hey stop,”
We hear someone screaming from the front door just as we are about to drive off. We look behind us, it’s Becca. I’m guessing she wants to join us. The car stops and Becca makes her way to us. She tries to open the back door, where Flora and I are sitting, but the door is locked. So she walks to the front and knocks on the window. The chauffeur winds down the glass and she rudely yells at him,
“Can’t you see I’m trying to get in? Will you open the freaking door? Or what do you think I stopped you for?”
“I’m sorry Miss, but His Lordship instructed me to come for Miss Blessing and Miss Flora.”
“What do you mean? Are you crazy?”
“I’m sorry Miss Becca, but he said he wants Blessing to be very comfortable.”
“So, am I supposed to walk?”
“No, the other cars are on stand by for everyone else. As a matter of fact, they are waiting for you over there” he points to the garage.
“That’s okay, please open the door for her, she can ride with us, it’s not a big deal. I don’t mind.” I try to interfere,
“I’m sorry Miss Blessing, I can only follow His Lordship’s instructions please.” he replies turning his head backwards to face me.
Becca let’s out a long hiss and walks away. Flora laughs, but I don’t find it funny. As if that witch didn’t hate me enough, now her hatred will be as hot as hell. I feel a bit put off by the whole incidence and I sit quietly in the car. After a long drive, Flora breaks the silence.
“Common, cheer up Blondie,”
“That girl will just keep hating me.”
“What do you care? Let her hate you. She’s got nothing on you hot stuff.”
Did Flora just call me hot stuff? I burst out laughing, this girl really knows how to cheer me up. In a few minutes, we pull up in front of a mighty gate. The chauffeur honks and a man in black suit comes out. The chauffeur brings all the window shields down and the man inspects. Then he signals another guy to let us in. The gate opens and we go on. From all indication, it’s a massive hotel, I watch as he makes it through a very wide car park and then at the end of the car park, there is another big gate. Strange, this time he does not honk. He just stops the car in front of the gate and we wait. Few seconds later, he gate opens by itself. I can’t see anyone. It must be an electronic gate.
“Flora, explain, what’s going on? Where are we? Who is operating the gate?”
“Chill Blondie, the gate is automated and connected to the car. There’s a censor that recognizes all the cars registered to go in here. It won’t open for just any car. That is why he had to wait so the gate will scan it.”
“Amazing!” I exclaim. “So where are we going?”
“You see that large car park we just passed? We are going under it.”
“How is that?”
“Its an underground clubhouse. The garden of good and evil.”
“First, a computerized and self operative gate, now an underground clubhouse? How did he achieve this?”
“Well, you can see the big 4 Star hotel we just passed, it was built by white men and this underground was also built by another set of white me.”
“How did the owner of the hotel allow this? We know a Bishop can’t own a hotel.”
“Oh Blondie, you are so naive. Common girl!”
Her last response was enough answers for me. The hotel is really owned by the Bishop but he fronts another person as the owner. He also contracted men from abroad to come build the underground clubhouse, that way, people don’t know of its existence. But I’m curious, how does he get the members to keep it a secret? Few seconds later, we pull up at a small gate, this time, a man opens it. I sigh as we drive through a garden. It has flowers everywhere, beautiful street lights I can’t help but stare in awe. Finally, we pull up in front of the building. The chauffeur opens the door for us and Flora immediately takes my hand and leads me to the door. She shows one of the securities something from her purse, I’m guessing it’s her ID, he frisks her and then he comes over to me. I instinctively lift my hands to let him frisk me.
“I wouldn’t touch her if I were you.” Flora warns him.
“Why not?” he asks her dropping his hands and I drop mine too.
“It depends on how much you love your hands.” Flora replies.
“What do you mean?” he asks again and this time, Flora only stares at him sternly.
I see another security lean into him and say “Are you blind? She’s beautiful and she has blonde hair. What does that tell you?”
“Oh myGod! Blondie.” ‘Mr frisker’ exclaims and steps back quickly and pushes the door open. “I am so sorry Ma’am. Please, carry on.”
Now that was awkward, I roll my eyes as I follow Flora into the beginning of the rest of my life, or death. Flora leads me into a room full of lockers. She opens one of them with a key she got out of her purse. She brings out a white Lacey short gown and asks me to change into it.
“Change into what? This thing is too transparent. There is no way I’m wearing that,” I protest.
“Blondie, you are in an unfamiliar territory, if I were you I will follow the instructions.”
“What else are you not telling me, I’m supposed to trust you like a sister yet you won’t tell me anything.”
“Just trust me. Now take off everything you are wearing and put this on.”
Fine! I take the lace from her and put it on, I turn to look in the mirror, I can see my skin through the lace. “Tell me more about this place please.”
“You are very special to His Lordship, so the process to make you one of the members will be different.”
“How?”
“I don’t know, I only know how it’s done for others.”
“How is it done for others? Just look at me, imagine I am a any new member, what will you say to me?”
“First I take you through the rules, we all wear masks. Look at mine so you can find me if you need me. No identical masks is allowed, we must be different. If you get too drunk you won’t be invited back, we like to retain a touch of class. If you don’t feel comfortable taking your clothes off, then don’t take your clothes off, there’s absolutely no pressure here. But in the VVIP, no clothes are allowed in there, the only thing you can wear in there is a face mask and sexy lingerie for the women and white thongs for the men.
“Men wear thongs?” I ask in surprise.
“Yes, it is for the ladies to know their packages. And that way, their erections can be exposed. Anyway, like I was saying, Make friends before making out. This place is more for the socialization than the sex. There are bowls of condoms everywhere as well as lube and wipes. We have a waiter and waitress, they aren’t to be touched by the way. You know, for hygiene reasons They are serving finger foods and drinks. And finally, and most importantly, no means no. We run a medical tests on everyone here every two weeks. Every member here has a record at St Marc’s Hospital.”
“So that means he owns the hospital?”
“Who is asking? The stranger or……”
“Me, Blessing, Blondie.”
“Okay, in that case, Yes, it’s a family inheritance.”
“And me? How come I haven’t been tested?”
“Don’t kid yourself Blondie. His Lordship already knows all he needs to know about you. Remember you came straight from the hospital.”
Wow! This is so crazy. Who is this Bishop, really? He fascinates me more and more. The final touch is a mask, and then a blind fold. Flora says that as a new member, I have to wear a blind fold before I am taken to the VVIP. I’m all nervous but I’m ready to do this. I’m in a dark world, but I have a great person holding my hand and I trust her absolutely. She leads me back into the hallway, I guess. As we walk, I swear I can sense people feasting their eyes on me. I soon realize that despite my rapidly racing heart, I am beginning to feel more comfortable.
As soon as the door is closed behind us, the blindfold is taken off. I open my eyes and look around. Flora leads me through an ornate set of double doors flanked by two marble statues and down a short corridor which is framed with pictures of scantily clad women, most of them bathing. We step into a room, I’m guessing this is the main VVIP club house. All the girls here are in sexy lingeries and their faces are covered with very beautiful masks. They all smile at me, and the only one that didn’t smile, I can swear is Becca. They all have wine glasses, and they look comfortable. So I’m guessing I have no reason to be scared. But I am hit with a wave of disappointment, that’s because when the Bishop asked me to meet him here, I thought it was going to be private. Just him and I, I wasn’t expecting all these other people. Especially not Becca, the evil witch.
“Relax Blondie, you have nothing to worry about.” Flora whispers into my ear,
“I believe you Flora.”
It’s a very large club house with lots of sittings. The club is large, furnished with black leather sofas and clad in dark green floral wallpaper and white painted walls. More of those beautiful mirrors hang on three of the four walls, along the fourth is a few paintings of erotic scenes. There’s soft music in the room as well. The room is dominated by a large square bar, striped in red and purple neon, behind which two barmaids dress in hot pants and bunny ears are busy fetching and carrying and pouring drinks for the members. The majority of drinks seems to be cocktails and ice buckets of champagne. There is a large seating area in front of the bar with leather sofas and high-backed wing chairs, glass coffee tables for drinks and dotted around in between them all there are erotic carved marble statues, depicting for the most part – naked women in various erotic poses. Flora hands me a glass of wine which she grabbed from the passing tray, and we both sit down in a corner of the room.
“The Bishop is not here,” I whisper to Flora.
“How can you tell? Everyone here has a mask on.”
“I know his body type. I can smell his presence, it`s exquisite. And I know for a fact that the Bishop is not here.”
“Yup! I know that.”
“Why is that?”
“Wait for it! And please shhhhhhh, someone might hear you. You don’t call him Bishop here.”
I’m all nervous, not knowing what to expect. What’s with all the mystery? Why is the Bishop not here? He asked me to meet him here and he’s not here. Just then, the music goes off and the room goes quiet, everyone drop their glasses and I do same. Then, I hear the door being tapped loudly, once, then twice, and then the third time. As soon as the third tap was established, everyone rose to their feet. I do same. Now I’m scared, what the hell is going on?
Next thing, a large glass door I didn’t even notice is pushed apart from the out side. First, a familiar figure steps in, he’s covered in a large white cape which wraps around him and drags on the floor, completely obscuring any view of his body and his cape has a hood so I can’t see his face which is also covered with a mask. He is followed by several men who are all dressed in similar robes, except that theirs does not have the hood, only that their faces are covered with masks too. I’m very scared, why would anyone dress like that? He stops just few inches from the door. A female member rushes to the center of the room and lifts the black and white center rug, revealing a weird art on the floor. It’s a white painting, meant to be a big circle, only that it’s not closed. What was meant to be a circle is incomplete. Inside the incomplete circle is blank. The man covered in hood walks into the incomplete circle through the open space. There is this awkward silence in the house, while I am wondering what’s going to happen next.
“The new initiate may now step into the Crescent.” says the man in the white hood. I recognize that voice, but I’m too scared to admit it.
I stand here all confused, could he be referring to me? I happen to be the only new person in this place.Did he say initiate? What am I being initiated into? Is this some sort of a fraternity? Oh Blessing! What have you gotten yourself into? What are they going to do with me? Flora hits me with her elbow to let me know he was referring to me. I feel my hands sweating even with the cold air blown by the huge standing ACs that are standing in every corner of the large room. Nervously, I approach the center of the room where the incomplete circle is, I am about to cross in when they all yell at me to stop. I stop, then Flora runs up to me and tells me that I can’t step over the white line, that I should go in through the space, she referred to it as the ‘Arc’. Scared out of my wits from their screams and gasps as if something disastrous would have happened if I crossed over the line, I walk quietly and pass through the Arc. I’m now standing in front of the man in hood, but my eyes are on the floor, I am scared to face him.
“Bring the Arc and secure the Crescent.” he calls out.
I watch as the lady who revealed the sacred floor brings a curved white rod, she places it in the space that left the circle incomplete. Now I am standing with the leader, in a complete white circle. I am scared but I try my best to conceal it. I am unsure of what I am in for because I was forbidden to know to much details about this process.
“Your body and your mind is your own!
Be free in your body,
Be free in your mind,
Be free in your soul.
Pleasure is meant as a reward and pain is to discourage.”
He goes on and on chanting and reciting. I can’t pick all he’s saying although I try my best to pay attention. My eyes are fixed to the ground as instructed.
“Live freely in your body,
Because from now on, your body and you soul belong to me.
Whatever happens in the Garden of good and evil, stays within us. You shall not speak of what you see here to anyone else.”
Of course I have no intention of divulging what goes on in here. I can keep a secret. But I’m confused about him twining pain and pleasure together. What does he mean by that? I wish I can ask but I am not allowed to say anything.
“Do you freely give yourself to us and promise your dedication?” he asks sternly,
Now is the time to speak, I can back off now but what for? Where is the harm in belonging to this beautiful group? I’m guessing this is the only way I can be trusted and fully accepted, so why not?
“Yes, yes I do.” I reply laconically,
“Good, not like you had any other choice. You will be briefed about the rules after the initiation. Now drink off sacred cup, the blood herein is what binds us together.”
He presses a silver cup on my lip and I drink from it. As soon as I swallowed what was in the cup, I feel a bit woozy, I suddenly become very excited, he picks up a blade and runs it through my cloth, in just two seconds, I am standing in front of everyone, completely naked. I feel a little embarrassed and try to use my hands to cover my breasts.
“Don’t! Here there is no shame, there is no secret among us. You should be proud, you have a very beautiful body.”
I drop my hands back to my sides and bow my head.
“Finally, to complete your initiation, you will undress me.”
Did I hear him right? Undress him? Right here? In front of everyone? Well, in that case, we will be even. Afterall he rendered me naked too. I suck in a deep breath before I lift the long white cloth off him, I am still not allowed to stare at his face. And funny enough, he is not wearing anything else under him. He is completely naked.
“Now kneel before me,”
I drop to my knees in front of him and I am now face to face with his semi erected penis.
“Now, suck it and prove to us that you accept us wholeheartedly. “
Feeling embarrassed even more, I pull closer to him and take his dick in my hand and I begin to stroke up and down the entire length of his cock. First, his voice was familiar, now his cock is Familiar, why have I been in denial ever since? Of course this is none other than his Lordship, Bishop Marc. I cannot believe it, my fantasy is about to come true, I have dreamed of his cock fucking my mouth since I got here, I never could have imagined that it was possible but here I am, face to face with his cock, I can feel my mouth water but I don’t want to let my excitement show, not when people like Becca are watching.
“Suck!.”
He says again. At this point, I am fully aware that I am in the den of iniquity. I let out an inaudible sigh and pull my lips close to him, I position his cock on my lip before I take it in my mouth and hear his sharp intake of breath as my warm mouth envelops the sensitive helmet and the stiff shaft slide into the depths of my throat. I hear a roar of claps and laughter in the club. Obviously, what I just did is being encouraged by the people surrounding us as they cheer me on, I no-longer feel any shame, I feel proud of myself. I take it out of my mouth and lick it fiercely from tip to testis and then I put it back in my mouth. I start to move my mouth quickly up and down so it’s like he’s fucking my face. The music is back on but not as loud. I can not help it, but my pussy starts to get wet and my breathing quickened. Determined to devour him, I push my lips more and more down on him and he watches as his cock disappears into my mouth, my warm mouth enveloping around his cock. My head bobs steadily as I work on him, lapping up the first beads of pre-cum seeping from the tip, and coating his length in glistening saliva. I squeeze his testicles with one hand and feel his stomach muscles tense at the sensation. He unties the clip holding my blonde hair up away from my neck. I feel my hair fall sensuously down my back. Then he grabs the back of my head and moans as I suck and lick him. My tongue swirls around the head and the shaft as I sink my head down his throbbing shaft. I let his cock hit the back of my throat and I gag just a little but I keep it there, I Bob my head to make him feel like he’s being fucked by my throat. I hear him moan in pleasure as he entangles my hair with his fingers and pulls hard on it. It is like electric sparks is shooting through him. I back off and slide his cock all the way out, just looking at it and seeing it glistening with his pre-cum and my saliva, I can’t help it but I’m very horny, what a sight! A big hard cock belonging to a mad I adore so much dripping with my saliva. I slide his cock back into my wet mouth and I can tell he’s so lost in ecstasy. His hands instinctively goes to the back of my head. Eager to impress him, I hungrily lap and suck his cock as if my very life depends on it.
His hands are now on either side of my head and I allow him to take over, controlling the rhythm of his thrusts, my hand still releasing his cock. He starts slow, holding my head still and languorously sliding himself in and out of my mouth. I open my throat for him and time my breathing to his rhythm, listening to him grunt with pleasure each time I swallow him. It is a heady sensation relinquishing control to him, allowing him to take the reins and set the pace. I place my hands on his hips to reassure myself that I can stop him if I need to. But so far, he does not go out of control, or forget to take care as he slides his cock further and further down my throat with each thrust. His eyes are on mine, watching my reaction and any sign of distress. This is not about control, I figure as I meet his eyes, this is about pleasure, pure and simple.
I relish every thrust as he pushes me to the limits of my endurance. I take one hand off his hip and reach out to caress his balls, squeezing them gently as I take as much as I can of him into my mouth. His speed increases and before long I can feel that telltale swelling of his cock and the slight tightening of his balls that signals his imminent climax.
“I want to see my cum on your tongue.” he says,
Of course I’m ready, I brace my hands against his thighs and obediently open my mouth to him, my tongue out and ready to catch his delicious offering. I resist the urge to immediately swallow his first generous spurt and keep my tongue out as he cums on it and into my open mouth. He cums on my lips and a little on my face, but I don’t mind. I stay in that position until he finishes.
“Swallow it,” he breathes, “Let me see you do it.”I swallow, then lick my lips, my tongue becoming sticky once again from the cream he deposited there. Then, slowly, he runs his finger over my cheeks where some of his juices had landed and holds his finger up in front of me, then he sticks the finger in my mouth. I lick and suck his finger clean.