Ecstasy in the White Room Read Free Page B

other time, I’d love
to explore and admire and investigate the room, but right now, it’s the people
in it who grab my interest.
    Most are in elegant evening dress. Women in floor-length gowns
like mine; men in superb, high-end suits, one or two in white tie even.
    But others are not so conventional. The maid who serves us a
glass of champagne is dressed in a really old-fashioned uniform, long and
formal, with lace cap and pinafore, but she’s one of the more normal ones. Some
of the attire is vintage and looks as if it’s come right out of the pages of the
Blue Book. And some of it...well, some of the outfits are so outré that I never
thought I’d ever see them in real life.
    We’re greeted by a cordial volley of “Good evening,” but it
seems nobody wants to get into any deep conversations. There’s an electric air
that something’s going to happen any moment, and even if it isn’t, there’s
plenty to look at while we wait.
    To my right, a rather handsome couple give us a nod and a
smile. He’s tall and husky and well set up; she’s younger, very pretty and a
happy-eyed blonde. She’s also wearing the most startling red rubber dress that
makes my formfitting black velvet look like a sack. It clings to every contour,
and I do mean every. I can see the puckered shape of her fully erect nipples and
the outline of her pubic mound, and when she turns toward her man, the cleft of
her bottom is clearly defined. The frock, if it can be called that, is long
sleeved and high necked, but so short it barely skims her crotch. Very risky
when there’s no way on earth she could wear a stitch of anything beneath it.
    I catch Simon’s eye and he’s grinning. I wonder if he’d like to
buy a dress like that for me?
    But Rubber Dress Girl is overdressed compared to others. One
very elegant lady is wearing a satin skirt and beautiful, crisp organza evening
blouse. It looks as if her hands are secured behind her back, and the blouse is
hanging open. She’s wearing a white bra beneath, and one cup has been pushed
down to bare her breast. The nipple is compressed in a fiendish-looking clip and
a heavy weight dangles from it, dragging and tugging. Her face is composed,
although she has a large ball-gag in her mouth, stretching her lips.
    There’s another woman in a harness, with thin straps of black
vinyl tightly cutting into her skin. The strap between her legs is the tightest
of all.
    And it’s not just the women. There are men in harness too,
handsome, virile but tamed. And one in leather chaps...and nothing else,
sporting a considerable erection as well as perfectly naked buttocks. Even as I
watch, his companion—owner?—a woman in a purple sheath dress, reaches down,
grabs his cock and leads him across the room by it.
    Simon nudges my elbow and turns me away from the assembly. “Are
you okay, Suzanne?” For a moment he’s completely out of his role, and just my
kind beloved, making sure I’m all right and not scared.
    I grin at him and nod. “I’m fine. This is amazing.” I glance at
the man wearing the chaps. “But I think you should get a pair of those, you’ve
got exactly the cock and bum to carry them off.”
    He grins back. “Saucy madam, you’ll pay for that.”
    “I’ll look forward to it.” I flick a glance around the room, as
a signal to him. Telling him I’m ready, willing, able and eager to be part of
this assembly. The look in his eyes tells me he’s understood and that he’s
blazing with pride.
    We drift around the room, discovering that the party is a kind
of ongoing performance, with ad hoc scenes of discipline in various locations
making entertaining tableaux.
    In one corner, a polished black wood punishment trestle has
been set up, and there’s already a woman secured over it. She’s nude but for her
shiny high heels, a flimsy garter belt and a torn pair of sheer black stockings.
From where we stand, we can’t see her face, just her bottom, striped with thin
red lines from a