-“You look lovely my dear.” Charles said as he greeted Sandra with a kiss on the back of her neck.
-“Thank you. I feel like a whole new person.” Sandra answered with a shy smile.
-“Tonight, we are going to have a lot of fun. By, the way did you get to meet my stepsister?” Charles said as he went to shower.
-“Yes, I had the pleasure of meeting her this morning during breakfast. I don’t think that she has a favorable impression of me.”
-“We should work on improving that situation then. A personal friend and investor is celebrating his birthday tonight. So tonight we will rub shoulders with several business associates, and personal friends of mine.
We will have a grand time, you and I.” Charles mentioned while he got dressed in formal attire.
Sandra’s heartbeat accelerated when she descended from the vehicle. They had arrived at an impressive mansion, with only top of the line models parked upfront. She felt like Cinderella wearing elegant clothing, while accompanied by a distinguished gentleman.
Sandra felt much at ease in his company. This almost didn’t feel like a chore at all. Sex with him had been passionate, and mutually enjoyable, as he was considerate enough to make sure that she also, had a good time.
She almost wished that Charles would keep her, well beyond the stipulated three weeks. She had to find out more information as to why there was discord in his home. Although, judging from his sister’s demeanor, she was one royal bitch.
As Charles extended his hand to aid her exit from the vehicle, Sandra imagined what life would be like with a man like that.
Perhaps she should consider channeling efforts from doing sporadic tricks with unsavory subjects, and focus in lading one steady benefactor. Who knew what lay in store? If she dealt her cards right, perhaps their arrangement could morph into something more?
It was obvious that he is single; yet, she would need to do her homework and gather through Marta, more information on him.
The festivity was ostentatious to say the least. Within the containment of these walls, the air was sealed tight with affluence in which not a whisper of the recession seemed to infiltrate.
Sandra felt in an altered state of mind. The champagne and scrumptious morsels of food produced a state of hedonistic languor, while she opted to stay away from the drugs included in the feast of the palate, mind, and all the senses involved.
The ambiance displayed a collective decadence in the devotion to pleasure in all its forms.
Later into the night, an inebriated Charles grabbed hold of Sandra’s wrist. He compelled her to follow him through a secret door.
The temperature changed dramatically from the warmed rooms above, as they descended the stairs to the cavernous basement below.
This was no usual basement for sure. Sandra looked around a custom made dungeon designed to simulate a brick castle with painted brick in black. Loose chains dangled overhead and sprouted from the brick walls. Iron contraptions which resembled those in the Museum of the Inquisition in Mexico City, added the special touch to make this a place to make one’s skin crawl.
The air was chilled, and the woman who approached them was cold in her reception as was the warmth lacking in her eyes.
She was a beautiful woman, dressed as a dominatrix, and she greeted Charles in a familiar tone.
-“Sandra dear, this is Victoria. We are going to play a game with her.” Looking tenderly into Sandra’s eyes he had this request. –“I want you to strip down naked darling, and simply keep your shoes on.
While Victoria whips my back, I want you to use a strap-on in me. Please don’t feel shy; I want to you to be cruel and merciless, and to even crush my balls with your shoes.” Charles requested in a loving form.
Sandra's smile slowly evaporated, along with the nascent illusions of a romance with her dashing benefactor.
To be continued…
Face of May West by Salvador Dali 1935
