The manicured lawn of the Duke’s Scottish estate stretched flawless under the sun, each blade trimmed to perfection. Crystal glasses chilled champagne, bubbles rising like secrets in the golden liquid. I, Roxane, played servant in crisp uniform, trays laden with caviar-topped blinis and foie gras. Albert, Nicolas, Philibert lounged on wrought-iron chairs, the castle’s stone facade looming majestic behind. Charles arrived with Olivia, his submissive. She stripped nude, eyes darting my way, flushing crimson. Black mitts encased her fists, knee pads strapped, tail plug inserted deep into her ass with a wet pop. Collar locked, she dropped to all fours, barking convincingly. I poured aperitifs, ignoring her whimpers as she fetched plastic bones, tail wagging. The air hummed exclusivity—leather reins crisp, silver bowl gleaming for her water. Charles walked her tight on leash around the castle paths, spiked collar pricking when she bolted after a squirrel. Mus muzzle clamped her jaws after she lunged to bite. Cravache whipped her thighs until she pissed on grass, dog-style, ass low. Lunch on terrace: she curled at his feet, denied food for biting. Post-meal, dog food in her bowl—blanquette de veau disguised. She lapped eagerly, gamelle yanked away teasingly. Méline spied, jealous; I mapped her limits on paper, handed to Nicolas. Inside, Olivia chose dildos: wolf for Charles, Doberman for Nicolas. She sucked Charles deep while Nicolas strapped Doberman dildo, ramming her sopping cunt, claws raking tits, thighs. Cravache enforced arch. Ring gag forced Nicolas’s cock down throat as Albert’s Saint Bernard plunged, magic wand buzzing clit. Philibert’s retriever, Charles’s wolf bites—brutal, raw, her orgasms muffled.
Frustration built through garden games: I predicted winners on phone app, loser dominated. Philibert’s dildo fucks—ten, twenty, thirty thrusts, me declaring ‘I’m a slut’ lewdly spread on table, juices dripping. Charles’s tree bondage, mouth forced open by spider gag, cocks throat-fucked in turn, drool cascading. Albert’s ice torment: wand edging, clit frozen five seconds, plunged inside—five, eight times. Nicolas denied all when he won. Lunch luxury, then more: darts, rocks, quoits. I commanded Philibert’s tongue to cum, Albert’s ass-fuck with wand. Nicolas’s nothing crushed me—tears, his promise later. Revolver, air rifle, labyrinth—Philibert’s cunnis bliss. Dinner opulent, Méline beaming duchess-to-be.
The Privilege
Dungeon descent: Nicolas stripped me, positioned feet-hands in floor rings. Martinet warmed skin—back, thighs, pussy stinging. Intensity rose, fouet cracked vicious. ‘Circles stay filled!’ Hair yanked for slip. Over knees, hand-spanks burned bare, paddle thundered. Spread-eagled, martinets lashed tits, cunt; fouet split subspace—silent screams, brain lava pleasure. Begged more aloud. Collapse into arms, drop tears soaking his shirt. Woke marked, loved. Airport gifts: phone, checkers book. Years later, anorexic breakdown, razor poised—Nicolas saved, Albert fucked deep, reclaiming. Theirs now: pleasure Albert’s, pain Nicolas’s. Elite bonds eternal.
