Date: Wed, 22 Dec 1999 13:45:08 -0800 (PST)
From: Selena Anders <selena33_ca@yahoo.com>
Subject: margaret-20

Margaret-20, Sunday evening

The skies were clouded over by the time I arrived at the Sapphire Club
and identified myself to the gatekeeper in her crisp white uniform.
The afternoon had gone well, and with Alixia's help we had chosen many
outfits in rubber and leather for the women of the Club.  Much of the
leather was heavily studded, so my suitcase weighed quite a bit, and I
was glad to see a golf cart waiting for me.  Then I was even happier to
see that little Linda was at the wheel.  She jumped out and seized my
suitcase, tossing it in the back of the cart, then greeted me with an
all-out kiss that made my toes tingle.  I returned the intimacy, and
for good measure lifted her skirt briefly to fondle her ass, which was
mostly not covered by the thin thong of her uniform.

Linda giggled and gave me a heart-melting smile.  "Come on!  I'm
supposed to take you to Madame Zeta's lair."

"Who's Madame Zeta?" I asked as we hopped into the cart.

"She's a visiting sex-toy expert from England.  There isn't much she
doesn't know about dildoes and vibrators.  She always says her motto is
'Fuck me hard, fuck me anywhere!  Fuck you hard, fuck you anywhere!'
She's practically taken over the wet room in the big house basement."

"The wet room?" I asked.

"You'll see!"  Linda grinned.  We arrived at the steps of the mansion
and Linda refused to let me carry my own suitcase inside.  The huge
circular foyer with the mosaic of Eros, the Greek god of love, reminded
me that I was here to sell, not just to enjoy the hospitality.  Linda
led the way to a small door under the grand staircase that rose to the
second floor, and opened it.  Another smaller set of steps led downward
into a completely different world.

The steps curved down to end at the top tier of a small circular
amphitheater.  In contrast to the gold and ivory of the floor above,
here all was stark concrete and steel.  Three rows of seating, just
large steps, really, descended into a depression in the floor.  The
only padding was a series of slightly curved vinyl cushions on each
level.  A low steel rail separated the bottom row from the pit, which
was about ten feet across.  The only thing in the concrete pit was a
vinyl-covered bench, slightly off-center, and about six feet long.
Up in the ceiling, there were black-painted steel girders, and numerous
coloured spot-lights, all pointed down into the central pit.  There
were also several steel cables hanging down, each with soft-looking
straps on the end.
The other end of each cable disappeared up into a mass of machinery.

Linda snapped me out of my wondering observations by asking, "Is there
anything else I can get you?  A drink, maybe?"  She had carefully
placed my suitcase on the second row of seats.

"Uh, how about a martini?"  I asked, still distracted by the complex
set-up around me.

"Right away!" Linda responded and ran up the stairs, giving me a flash
of her pretty ass until she disappeared from view.  I wandered around
the room for a minute, and my eye was caught by what looked like a TV
remote control.  It had several little up and down buttons, and a
number pad.  I picked it up and poked at an up button.

"Please enter utility number, then re-enter up or down." a soft female
voice spoke.  With some hesitancy I pushed the number 1, then the up
button again.  With a soft hiss, the bench in the pit began to rise.
It kept on going up until it was a good 8 feet off the floor, then
abruptly stopped.  Intrigued, I pressed 3 and down.  There was a quiet
whirring sound from above, and I looked up to see one of the cable ends
descending.  It hit the floor and the wire just started to pile up, as
Linda came back down the stairs with a tray carrying my martini, a
pitcher, and a small ice container.

"How do I stop this wire from coming down?" I called across the room.

"Just press CANCEL" Linda replied with a laugh.  "Then press 3 and up
to rewind it."  She brought me the tray and handed me the glass.  "The
pitcher is in case you want a refill.  Sorry about the plastic cup, but
glass is strictly forbidden down here."

"So what is all this for?" I asked, gesturing around.

Linda cocked an eyebrow at me.  "You really are innocent, aren't you?
Don't worry.  Lots of ladies are coming soon to see your stuff, so why
don't we lay your things out on the top row?"  So Linda and I got to
work, setting out the EROS products for viewing.

We were just getting the task finished, when a group of women came down
the stairs.  My products immediately attracted their attention, and
they started to feel the leather and rubber, holding various items up
to each other's bodies.  More ladies arrived, and a few started to
strip and try things on.  I was delighted to notice Dara, the long
leggy ambassador's daughter.

"Excuse me, could you help me with this?"  I looked around to see a
pretty young girl in her early twenties.  She was holding a black
leather corset with minimal bra cups.  She was already wearing one of
my black leather hip-hugger mini-skirts that was barely long enough to
cover her ass.  Her generous breasts were bare, so it was no problem
for me to help her slip the corset around her lower ribs and begin to
lace it up the back.  I made it especially tight at the bottom, around
her narrow waist, then just normally firm above that.  When she turned
around, the effect was spectacular.  The corset perfectly accented her
wonderful hourglass figure, and the inadequate cups pushed her 34-Ds up
in a truly voluptuous way, without concealing a bit of her hard little
nipples.  A few of the ladies around us applauded and whistled, and the
girl looked pleased.  "I'll definitely take it!" she told me, "and the
skirt too, of course."

Linda appeared at my elbow, "If you like, we can make this a bulk order
to the club, and the members can pay for it as an add-on to their
dues." Linda whispered to me, and I realized that the plan would save
me a lot of paperwork.  The name my new friend in black leather wrote
on the order sheet was Kathryn.

"Thank you, Kathryn!  My first sale of the day!"  I leaned toward her
to kiss her on the cheek, but she turned her head to catch my lips on
hers.
After a few moments she whispered to me, "You could kiss me a bit lower
if you wanted.  My nipples are feeling a bit chilled."  So of course I
complied with the customer's wish, and sucked her small nipples until
they were long and hard.  In the process, my roving hands discovered
that she was not wearing any panties.

"Oooh, I want one of those!" a nearby woman commented, and there was a
chorus of agreement from several others, so it was back to business
before pleasure as I took orders.  For almost an hour I took orders on
various items.  One of the customers asked me to model a piece we just
call "the Vee."  It is really not much more than two black rubber bands
that join at the crotch, rise and widen slightly as they pass over the
nipples, then go over the shoulders to dive back down into the crack of
your ass.   This was a crowd that was not afraid to drop a thousand
dollars on an outfit, and everyone agreed that the EROS quality was
worth it.  By the end of that hour those of the crowd who were not
wearing leather and rubber from EROS were mostly naked.

Suddenly a chime began to ring, and most of the ladies moved toward
seats on the lower two rows.  Linda and the other few staff girls
present made sure that drinks were topped up, and a hush fell on the
room as the lights began to fade.  Dara came over to sit by me, and we
shared a secret smile.  A minute later we were in total darkness, and
the only sound to be heard was a slight moaning that could only mean
someone was masturbating, or someone else was helping her out.  I felt
Dara's fingers begin to slide up my thigh in the dark.  When it touched
my excited pussy through the thin rubber of the Vee suit, I almost came
on the spot!

BANG!  A brilliant spotlight beam shot across the room, to illuminate a
woman I had not seen before.  She was dressed in an EROS contraption I
had just sold to someone else, and looked stunning in it.  "Welcome
Ladies!" she spoke into a microphone in her hand, and her amplified
voice echoed around the amphitheater.  "Welcome to Zeta's pleasure
night!  Who will be the lucky girl this evening to have her every dirty
desire fulfilled?  Who knows what lewd lascivious lust lurks in the
hearts of all of you?  Zeta knows!"

It wasn't that Zeta was all that physically gorgeous, but somehow she
simply emanated an overwhelming aura of intense sexuality.  Her
shoulder-length blonde hair was fairly normal, but sparkling green eyes
suggested a truly unusual energy.  To American ears, her English accent
added a touch of the exotic, as she carried on, "Before we draw for
tonight's lucky winner, I want to introduce our special guest, Margaret
from the EROS Lingerie Company!"  The spotlight swung over to me for
just long enough for Dara to snatch her hand out of my crotch, and for
me to stand and take a bow, before returning to our hostess Zeta.  It
followed her as she stepped through a gap in the lower rail, and
swaggered seductively around the pit.

Zeta kept on talking into her dildo-shaped mike.  She was almost
felating it.  "This thing that I am wearing is from Margaret's lovely
collection, and I want to show you the most exciting thing I discovered
about it!"  Actually, it was an arrangement of steel rings, connected
by bright green leather straps.  Three of the rings were located in the
garment's crotch, connected by only 1/2" bits of strap, and they were
exactly centered on Zeta's clitoris, vagina and rectum.  Then straps
burst like sun-rays from the forward ring and swarmed up her belly to
connect with two more steel rings that exactly framed her excited,
inch-long nipples.  The whole array was studded with rhinestones, and
Zeta absolutely glittered in the spotlight.

"Linda!" Zeta continued, "Bring on the toys!"  Dozens of
multi-coloured lights flooded the pit as lLinda stepped down into the
ring with a velvet-covered box, and presented it to Zeta, who lifted
the lid.  Inside were three lovely pink penises.  Two were about 8"
long, with little round bases, while the third was slightly longer with
a distinct curve.  "Ladies!  Most of you know about the Pleasure-matic
number one, the basic model.  But this lovely leather from EROS can
transform a few of them into a total fuck-suit!  Linda, the first
dildo, please!"

Linda set the box aside on the edge of the pit.  Linda took one out as
Zeta bent over, raising her arms like airplane wings.  Linda knelt
before the Ringmistress and reached under her chest for a moment, then
Zeta straightened.  "You see ladies?  I, have discovered that the rings
of this lovely suit are exactly the right size to hold the
Pleasure-matic 1!  And if you turn it on, like this (she slid a switch
hidden discretely in the cock's base) it feels oh so nice!"

Zeta's tits are not overly large, about a 34-B, but now her right
breast sported an 8" cock sticking straight out from her nipple!
"Linda, the next one please!"  She bent over for her helper to install
another dildo, and then there were two.  "Ladies, I'm sure you have all
enjoyed the delights of tit-fucking, but now you can give your partner
extra pleasure with tit-cocks!"  Zeta danced all around the pit, giving
everyone a close view of the toys and their rhinestone-studded harness.

Many of the women around were openly masturbating or casually fondling
each other, as Zeta announced "Now Ladies, Linda will complete the
ensemble!"  Zeta thrust her hips forward and spread her legs, as Linda
took the longer curved cock and pulled aside the crotch ring of her
harness to insert the toy from the inside.  The plain ordinary dildo
was magically transformed into a strap-on, thrusting lewdly out and
upward. "There you go, Ladies!  You can have three cocks, where a man
only has one!  Margaret, dear, does EROS carry the Pleasure-matic
line?"

"Of course!" I answered, even though I had no idea if EROS really did.
I made a mental note to insist that Valena get a large order very
quickly.

"Wonderful!"  Zeta enthused into her microphone as a round of applause
filled the room, "And now for the highlight of the evening!  Who will
the lucky girl be?  Linda, the entry bowl please!"

Linda was prepared with a large fish-bowl full of small, unmarked
envelopes.  She held it carefully to her chest with one arm while she
reached in and stirred the contents with her other hand.  With a
flourish, Zeta reached into the bowl and plucked out one envelope.
Linda quietly took the bowl away as Zeta made a show of opening the
envelope.  From somewhere the sound of a drum-roll filled the air as
Zeta plucked a note from inside.  Slowly and elaborately Zeta unfolded
the note, then brought her cock-rophone up to her lips.

"Ladies, it says, ' I especially love shaved or otherwise hairless
young pussies. If you could top that off with some luxurious armpit
hair, I'll be in heaven. I also fantasize about licking another girl's
asshole, letting her pee in my mouth, sucking on big, milk-filled
tits!"  There was a gasp from across the theater as someone recognized
her note.  "Kathryn!" Zeta called. "Come On Down!"

Kathryn turned out to be the girl I had helped into the leather corset.
She stepped down into the pit as Zeta picked up the remote control I
had played with earlier.  The padded bench sank right down to the floor
as two cables drifted down from the ceiling.  Linda and two other staff
members, looking absolutely prim and proper in their tiny white tennis
dresses, helped Kathryn lie down so that her shoulders rested on the
padded bench, and tied her arms outstretched  from end to end.

The purpose of the soft straps at the end of the cables became evident
as the staff girls buckled them around Kathryn's ankles.  Then, with
practiced expertise, Zeta pushed buttons on the remote control.
Smoothly and quietly the machinery whirred and hissed as Kathryn was
elevated by bench and cable to hang totally exposed about four feet
above the floor.

Zeta ducked under a cable to stand between Kathryn's widely splayed
legs and raised the prick-o-phone to her lips.  "Ladies, before we move
on to the special requests, it's time for our traditional tongue-bath!
So cum on down!"  Seven or eight of the women scrambled down to the
pit, some entering through the gap opposite Katherine's exposed crotch,
while the impatient ones slipped under the guard-rail.

Dara whispered in my ear, "Wow!  I don't know if I could ever do that!"

"Don't knock it 'till you've tried it." I replied, "Why don't we go
down and give that girl a lick?"  I took Dara by the hand and she
followed me down into the pit of sin.  There were so many mouths
licking and sucking and slurping at Kathryn's writhing body, that it
was hard to know where to get in and join the feast.  They were like a
school of devouring piranha fish.  After a moment's pause, I whispered
to Dara, "You go on her right side, and I'll take the left.  Just do
everything I do!"  Wide-eyed, the pretty 19-year-old simply nodded.

I had noticed that while Zeta had taken command of the position between
Kathryn's legs, nobody seemed to be taking care of the outside of her
thighs.  So when Dara was positioned opposite me I motioned to her to
kneel as I did, and that brought us down to the level where our tongues
were right at the base of Kathryn's ass cheeks.  Dara really got into
licking the underside of Kathryn's thighs, and so did I. We could have
gotten stiff necks from all of our upward probing, but I didn't care.

Looking up between Kathryn's legs we could see Zeta's cock teasing at
her cunt lips.  Dara's tongue and mine swirled around the backs of
Kathryn's thighs and the cheeks of her ass, before meeting at her anus.
 We giggled, two girls sharing fun and adventure, as we tried to spear
our tongues into the hanging anus, and licked up the fuck-juice that
was drooling slowly out of her cunt.  Katherine writhed and moaned in
pleasure, but whose tongue or fingers were exciting her most, no-one
could tell.  "Ah!  Ah!  Zeta!  Do me!" our victim cried, and Dara and I
just managed to get out of the way on time, as Zeta's upturned
fuckmotor speared into the sopping tunnel before her.

With the remote control in one hand and the fuck-o-phone in the other
to give instructions, Zeta was totally in control.  "Christine!" she
announced, "Give our Kathryn the milk she desires!"

A woman with full breasts stepped around as the bench rose just high
enough so that Kathryn's hanging head met her full, milk-rich tits; and
started to suck.  "Yes my baby-dear," the woman crooned as if to a
baby, as she cradled Kathryn's head in her hands.  "You suck nice on
Mommy's big juicy titties.  You make Mommy feel so nice.  You love
Mommy's milk, don't you?  Just like you love these nice ladies who are
licking your nipples, and Madame Zeta who is fucking your nice pussy!"


Dara and I had stood up, and were both rubbing Kathryn's clit as Zeta
got into wilder and wilder fucking.  We saw the woman's milk ooze from
the sides of Kathryn's hungry mouth, obviously delivering more than the
girl could swallow.  Suddenly Kathryn's mouth came away from the large
breast that had been feeding it, and her cry of "Aaaaaaahhhh!" filled
the room.  Milk flowed down her cheeks, as her cunt erupted with a
different kind of milk, soaking both dildo and my fingers.  Dara and I
promptly began to lick some of her juices off of our fingers, and
slather the rest up and down her inner thighs.

Zeta spoke into her microphone again, "And now our lovely Kathryn needs
an asshole to suck!  Who will be the one to bring this part of her
hidden desires to reality?"  For a tiny moment there was no response,
but Zeta was not to be deterred.  "How about the lovely lady on my
left?  What's your name dear?"

Zeta shoved her dildo-phone into my friend's face.  "Uh, my name is
Dara" the startled girl replied.

"Well Dara, you and Margaret here have been licking Kathryn's ass for
the last five minutes, so now it's your turn!"  The hands of many women
swept Dara around the end of the bench, stripping her dress and panties
off as she went.  They turned Dara's back to Kathryn's head, and spread
her legs wide as the bench silently lowered to just the right height
for Kathryn's tongue to probe her virgin asshole.

It was impossible to tell which of the many ladies began the chant, but
others picked it up quickly, 'suck, suck, suck, suCK, suCK, suCK, SUCK!
SUCK! SUCK!'  they all cried in unison as Kathryn's tongue swirled
around Dara's anus.  I was concerned that Kathryn's neck might get
tired, so I ran around and knelt before Dara's pretty pussy, and lifted
Kathryn's head so her tongue could spear deeper and deeper into the
teen's ass.  Dara went totally crazy, grinding her bum down on
Kathryn's mouth, and I was glad to be there to support the helpless
girl's head.  Suddenly Dara stopped moving at all, except that her
rigid body was shaking all over, and the juices of her passion flowed
forth all over Kathryn's nose and eyes, running in a great torrent
across her cheeks and down through her hair.  Dara put her hands on my
shoulders for support, then others gently lifted her from Kathryn's
face which was contorted in pure animal lust.

Zeta was still vigorously fucking Kathryn's cunt, but because of the
lowered position of Kathryn's shoulders, the cock tip was rubbing
harder against her g-spot as her legs kicked helplessly in their
restraints.  Zeta brought the fuck-o-phone up to her lips once more.
"Ladies, Kathryn's letter requested that someone with a nice young
shaved pussy pee in her mouth!  Who will grant Kathryn's fondest
desire?"

Instantly little Linda came running up to volunteer, but when she saw
me standing already over Kathryn's face she stopped.  As I looked into
her eyes, it seemed I could read her mind.  She so much wanted to
please Kathryn, but she would never dream of interfering if it was a
pleasure I wanted too.  I smiled at her and reached to pull down the
zipper of her white uniform tennis dress, kneeling before her as I got
it to the bottom.  As other women stripped off the dress, I pulled her
sheer panties down to the floor, then looked back up into her
lust-filled eyes.  "Have fun!" I whispered, with a wink.

Smoothly Zeta lowered the bench several more inches, since Linda's legs
were shorter than Dara's.  Kathryn must have been an excellent
cunt-lapper because in no time Linda was screaming with excitement.  I
returned to my position, kneeling at Linda's ass, supporting Kathryn's
head as she sucked and slurped at that pretty hairless cunt.

It was probably the same woman who started the previous chant who began
to repeat, "piss, piss, piss, Pee, Pee, Pee, Piss, Piss, Piss, PEE,
PEE, PEE!" and suddenly Linda did let go with a torrent of urine,
flooding into Kathryn's mouth and overflowing onto her neck and face
and the floor.  Thunderous applause greeted the two as Kathryn did her
hopeless best to drink Linda's offering.

Zeta finally pulled out of Kathryn's well-fucked cunt, and announced,
"That's it everybody!  It looks like our special guest has had enough
for one evening, and we want her to want to come back another day,
don't we girls?"  Another huge round of applause echoed through the
amphitheater as the bench receded to the floor and the two remaining
staff girls released Kathryn's ankles.

Kathryn was a little wobbly as Zeta helped her to her feet, and the
applause continued as they, along with the milk lady, Dara, Linda, and
I all took our bows.
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To the real Linda, Kathryn and Zeta,  Merry Christmas!