Vicky Delves into a darker Kinkier World / Part one

It was cold and rainy when I stepped on the bus, a prelude to the approaching winter. The bus was warm and I got a seat right next to the heater. I was going to a place I knew nothing about. I was given an assignment and the only way to write about it was to visit it first hand.

My mane is Vicky Ramsey and I write for an erotic magazine and while I have plenty of experience concerning the vanilla type sex most people enjoy; but I knew nothing about the darker kinkier world that only the brave delve into. I was going to visit an Island where a dark and mysterious castle dwells. The bus was to take me too a small port and from there a private boat was to take me across the water to the island. This is my story as it happened.

The bus ride was uneventful and I must confess that sitting right next to the heater lulled me into a warm fuzzy sleep. I was awakened by a friendly hand on my shoulder.

"Were here Love, last stop," said the driver. I yawned and looked around noticing I was the only one left on the bus.

I thanked the driver and got my small bag down from the overhead shelf and left the warm interior. A quick look about the port told me this was not a busy season. The place was barren of people and the little town seemed to be all but shut down.

My eyes toured the dock looking for a man that was to meet me there and escort me across on a private boat. I admit, at this point of the journey I was feeling a bit apprehensive. It isn't every day that you go to an unknown location to meet someone to talk about sex. It wasn't that I was a stranger to sex; it was just that I had never explored sex in the way that this mysterious castle boasted. Also I had never gone anywhere alone on the job; my partner in the field always came with me whenever we were doing an interview regarding sexual things. I guess it was more a safety factor rather than anything else. This time however I was to go alone or I wasn't to go at all. The man I had talked to had been very clear about that.

And so I found myself on a dock in cold weather waiting for a boat ride. A bit of mist was in the distance hovering over the water and I felt my anxiety rise as a small craft came out of the fog heading for the shore. I knew it was my ride. Taking a deep breath I yelled a 'hello'.

"Hello!" A voice yelled back.

As the boat got closer I could see a tall man dressed in black leathers manning the little craft. It appeared that he was alone.

"One second Miss Ramsey I'll be right with you," he called out.

He maneuvered the boat like an expert and pulled in right along beside me. "Hop aboard Miss Ramsey, the ride won't take long, but the weather isn't good so we should get going right away."

I grabbed my bag and welcomed his outstretched arm as I hurried to get aboard. "Thank you," I said settling my self into a seat. I had no sooner got comfortable and the little boat was moving away form the dock. He didn't speak; I assumed his concentration was on the boat as he guided us away from the dock. I took the opportunity to get a get look at his face and physic.

Unlike most men his hair was long, the color of light sand, neatly contained at the back by a piece of brown leather. His eyes caught my attention. I had never seen such Dominate eye's, they were very light blue like the sky on a clear summer day. But there was sharpness to his eyes that stood out. I can't really describe exactly what it was, but it was clear when he looked at me that he required or rather demanded my complete attention. I wasn't used of that, I was usually the one that demanded attention, as a journalist and interviewer I was very comfortable with being in control and leading the conversations.

When we were safely away from the shore he turned and looked at me with the most alarming smile, but under that smile was a hint of masculinity like I had never seen before. The man oozed a certain charm and had a definite authoritative air. I wondered if the Master of the castle himself had come to pick me up.

He stretched his arm out in a welcoming gesture "Miss Ramsey I'm very pleased to make your acquaintance."

"Thank you, but the pleasure is mine, it's very exciting to be going to a real castle. Please call me Vicky."

"Then you will call me Master Steven. I hope my castle does justice to your excitement."

With that he turned his attention back to the little boat and we gained speed, lightly flitting over the cool water. I guess that answered my question and I was thrilled that the Master of the castle had come to get me personally. I shivered a little in the colder air and drew my coat tighter around my body. The fog was heavier and I have to admit it was a little spooky.

He was right, the ride didn't last long and I could see a large castle looming through the distant fog. As we got closer my apprehension raised just a notch, I realized that there was no way back to the port except by boat and I didn't have a clue of how to work one.

The Master Steven landed the boat without the slightest trouble and picked up my bag. He got out first and held my hand as I stood on shaky legs gaining access to the dock.

"It's warm inside, the fires are lit and your room is ready. After you're comfortable perhaps you'll join me for some dinner?"

"Oh yes thank you I'd like that I'm starved really."

Master Steven laughed and led the way to a most wonderfully striking castle. We crossed the isthmus, although not authentic it did add to the delight. Inside my breath was taken away, I can't even begin to explain how It made me feel. Like a fairy princess on her first trip to her lover's castle maybe. It was wonderful inside and every detail seemed to be authentic. A maze of hall ways led in different directions and I was truly afraid of becoming quite lost.

"Don't worry," Master Steven said seeing my overwhelmed look "You're here for a two days you'll get to know where each corridor goes. First I'll show you to your room and you can settle in." The Master explained how to find the dinning room and said there would be others for dinner. He also said that I would find some interesting clothes in the armoire inside my room. I was told that most came to dinner dressed in formal attire that reflected the castles nature. I could hardly wait to see what was in store.

There were many doors each with a golden name plate. Eight rooms lined the hall. Mine was the fourth one down, it was a relief and I sighed comfortably seeing the nice big bed and the clean tidy bathroom. Just like a castle the bed had four posters and a sheer white lace tie back; it was stunning with the pink and white full silk curtains. The armoire and bedside tables were light and dainty, with softly stained wood; the two small chairs and a small vanity completed the fairy like look. The room had obviously been designed with a woman in mind and the little extras such as hairbrushes and hand mirrors were a welcome addition.

I went to the armoire and was delighted to find it full of fancy old clothes, dresses from a time now lost. I had my eye on beautiful full white gown. I felt like a little girl going through my mother's closet. There was also a few not so fancy items, but rather sexier than anything I would have normally worn.

Dinner was to be served shortly and I didn't waste any time having a quick shower and dressing in the gorgeous white full sweeping gown. It fit perfectly, I spun around a few times loving the way it twirled and hugged my body. Glancing at the refection in the vanity mirror, I liked what I saw. My jet black hair and the pure white gown gave me an almost Gothic appearance. I was ready to eat and most anxious too see who I might meet.

Seven delightfully dressed people were sitting around a big oak table, the four men stood up and gave a slight bow as I entered, the woman nodded their heads and I was tickled to see they were dressed much the same as me.

Introductions were made all around. It seemed I would have plenty of people to interview and by the looks of each one I imagined I was going to learn a lot. I started of with a simple question and the answer was petty much what I expected.

"Please tell me how you all came to know of this place."

It was Jason, the man sitting across from me; that summed it up nicely 'Sex for the unabashed, the uninhibited; kinky desires analyzed and fulfilled; that was the lure. The sinker was the word free. We found the advertisement, while exploring things on the internet. The word free was what brought us here. But even if it hadn't been I for one can honestly say that I would gladly have paid for the experience some of us have had here." All seven of the guests nodded their heads in agreement.

"So some of you have been here before?"

"Oh yes a couple of times. The only way here is to be invited after filling out applications. The Master decides who will be welcomed. The fact that he does this completely free of charge is a bonus. No one knows really who he is or why he hosts theses little parties but I assure you it has always been a pleasant experience," Said Marla.

"So tell us Vicky, how long is your stay?"

"Two days, I leave Monday morning."

"Nice, I'll have to see if I can find you at some point. Maybe we can play?"

"Leave the young lady alone Marla, She's not here for that."

"Were all fair game here Jason, I can ask whom ever I want."

I didn't understand completely what they meant, but I was sure it had something to do with some sexual act.

"Were all here for the same reason, even though our tastes may vary," Said Mitch; giving Marla a wicked grin and flicking his tongue at her.

The other two men, Phil and Steven were holding hands across the table seemingly lost in their own thoughts.

"I feel like I'm at a disadvantage not knowing anyone and especially not knowing my way around."

"Yes it's hard to be the new one in any situation, but I assure you were all still figuring things out. This place is huge and I'm guessing none of us has seen even half of it," said Jason.

"This is my first time," piped up Sara who had been rather quiet.

"Well I don't feel so out of place then."

"What's your kink dear? Leather whips and silver chains? Biting and sucking? Maybe some strap-on fun or perhaps you're more into dominating some of these fine gentlemen?"

"Hmmm leather whips and silver chains sounds like fun," said Phil. Steven gave Phil a huge smile and licked his lips.

I was saved from answering, as a woman from the kitchen announced dinner. Everyone looked with greedy eyes to see what sumptuous things were being served. Two young women dressed only in starched white aprons and black stockings with garter belts carried a hot soup tureen and cold crystal salad bowl. Their breasts peeked out from the side, their cute little round bottoms swayed seductively as they placed things on the table. I must say that although I wasn't prepared for their attire I did find it very stimulating.

Mitch slid his hand over the curve of one women's silky round ass. She skillfully sidestepped and avoided further attention. The other young woman clearly not so skilled; was not so lucky. I stared with fascination as she laid the crystal bowl of salad on the table. She was grabbed by the breast and pulled unceremoniously over too Jason's chair.

"Hmmm a little pre-dinner never hurt," He said. Jason made her sit on his lap and sucked long and slowly at her right pink nipple. Marla looked on with a devilish stare; then reached out grabbing the woman's other breast. She rolled the nipple between her fingers eliciting a long moan from the young woman's lips. Jason and Marla both sucked greedily from her breasts. The woman's job wasn't done and she tried to rise to finish serving. Jason allowed her up and gave her ass a little pat. Her elbow hit a crystal goblet, spilling its contents down the edge of the table and onto the beautiful Oriental rug.

Gasps were heard around the room and the poor girl looked shocked. The woman from the kitchen went into action and tried to clean up the staining liquid. I held my breath hoping the stain wasn't permanent . The Young woman looked tensely about the room almost as if she was expecting something unpleasant to happen.

The Master Steven stood at the door way looking on. I think I noticed him first and was intrigued by his light brooding eyes, and the ruggedly handsome face. His mouth, showed the slightest hint of anger and I wondered what he would do.

All eyes turned to the man in the doorway; the young woman gave a little whimper at seeing him there.

He strode into the room and nodded his head to the rest of the table, sat down at the head chair and waved the naughty girl too him. All eyes were on him and everyone held their breath, a scene was about to unfold. The small crowd was delighted and looked greedily on. The master held the young woman's wrist; then moving like a cat had her over his knee in a second.

"Tara; fetch the leather strap, please." He instructed the woman from the kitchen.

The young woman over his knee, whimpered again as Tara the cook went for the requested implement. Her bottom quivered and she visibly shivered when his hand lightly caressed her ass. His touch was soft and sensual over the smooth mounds of her quaking skin. Transfixed by the scene I have to admit that I was getting as turned on as the rest of the crowd.

I saw Marla's hand sneak under the folds of her dress, Jason drooled and I saw his cock bulge inside his pants.

We all jumped when the first slap of flesh on flesh echoed throughout the room. My hand like Marla's crept toward my waist band undoing the little buttons discreetly. I have to admit that this hot little scene was getting my full attention.

A second and third slap, not hard, but it was enough to make the girls ass bounce seductively over his knee. He again caressed her faintly pink skin and let his hand slide down under to feel her wetness.

Harder, faster slaps reigned down on her heating skin, and she struggled a little while wiggling her ass, I could see Jason, his eyes never left the women's red behind. I knew he was close to blowing his load. I closed my eyes for a moment trying to imagine how it would feel If it was I under going the public spanking.

Tara returned with the leather strap and passed it to the Master. I had to see how hard she might get spanked. He again ran his hands over her reddening ass, and then kissed her hot skin. His tongue snuck out and licked between her legs. She shivered, but I was sure then that she shivered out of pure lust. I think it was the most erotic thing I had ever seen. Marla stood up and opened her dress front. Mitch who had been quiet was smiling widely and beckoned Marla too him. The third woman Sara; was in a daze and seemed to be in another place, she had her dress pulled up high and was leaning over her chair, obviously ready to orgasm.

Jason released his cock and was stroking himself quite shamelessly as the leather came down hard and rhythmically over the young woman's ass. She squealed and thrust her ass higher, the sharp stinging leather left red steaks across her skin and she began too struggle. The master kept up a steady smacking to her wiggling posterior; she tried harder to escape the fiery heat that must have been consuming her fleshy red bottom. The master held her waist and spanked her harder, faster till she began to cry and sob from the flaming hot smacks.

The room filled with electricity and heated desires, all around the room sexual tensions were relieved as the spanking finally came to an end and the sobbing woman was sent to stand in the corner of the room. I have to admit that even I had climaxed in a most fulfilling way.

"My dear guests, if you'll all straighten your selves we will get on with dinner."

Clothing was put back in place, wet hot towels were passed to each guest and hands were wiped. An easy and relaxing dinner followed. The young woman stayed standing with her red bottom on display until the dinner was finished. What would happen to her after that was of little concern. Everyone enjoyed the roast prime rib; hunger seemed even greater after a good show.

The crowd gathered in the common room after dinner for coffee and some soft entertainment before retiring for the night.

I was exhausted and went to the big soft bed for a good night's sleep. I didn't know what would happen the next day, but I certainly had a good time so far. Sleep took me away and the dreams I had were wild and kinky... --

The End Of Part One