Chalintra
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((OOC: A few days ago a friend of mine asked me to share some of my `special´fantasys with him, so he´d gotten some pm´s about the Stairway - Club. Soon the idea was born to make it a thread here at `lit´where he and others can join in and make the adventure of my fantasy-me more `alive´. So here it is, and if someone wants to join in - take your time and read the `story so far´ to get an idea of what it´s all about. There are two possible ways to join in.
Way Nr. one: Create a room behind one of the many doors and act as Gamemaster for every girl that´s foolish enough to come in.
Way Nr. two: Be one of the girls, choose a number and have a look what awaits you.
In any way, please pm me and tell me about your ideas in short terms to get my ok. to be part of the club. Have fun.))
The Stairway Club
You´ve asked me for one of my fantasys, here it is.
Just an ordinary day. My work is done and as I come home I find a note from one of my friends who invites me to have dinner with him in a new restaurant. A short phonecall, nothing extraordinary, but it´s going to be a nice and may be romantic evening. I have a walk with my dogs, take them to my aunt, get dressed and arrive at the restaurant just in time (ten minutes too late). Nothing special so far.
As the door opens, a stairway leads down to a luxuriously furnished basement, a reception hall at first. Still nothing special.
As I´m going to enter the main restaurant, a butler stops me, obviously to take my coat, but - after I´ve given it to him, he still blocks the entry, demanding that I should continue to undress, as my clothing won´t fit the high standards of the restaurant.
Bang. Blood pressure rises, adrenalin rushes, but everyone around still behaves as if nothing special had been mentioned. Should I undress or should I leave? All the while my emotions are fighting each other with furious anger I start to do as the butler asked.
Jacket - noone cares. Skirt - another guest passes by - dressed and unimpressed. Blouse - still nothing special happens. Bra - the Butler snoozes and apologizes. Panty - no reaction at all.
"Fine silken stockings and high heeled shoes, the perfect evening dress for a young lady" The butler gives way and wishes a pleasant stay. My heart beats as if it wants to burst, but I enter.
A Bar-room with almost no guest. A girl, `un´- dressed like me sitting waiting at the bar, the tender cleaning glasses as if it would be the most normal thing to have two naked beauties around, waves me towards the bar and announces that I´d have to wait.
I´m bursting with curiousity, dare to ask what I had to wait for.
"Never been here before? Well, at first you´ve got to choose a number, from one to six." He shows some silken neclaces with brass numbers (the girl next to me wears one with a `three´).
"What are they good for? - without awaiting an answer I say `four´."
"They show the maxmum number of men that will have a go with you together." The barkeeper answers as if he´d talked about the weather and gives the necklace to me. Sure, I´m shocked, moreso as a door opens and a stretcher is carried through the room with an unconscious girl upon it, bruised and splattered with gooey slime. The fragrance leaves no question what kind of slime it might be.
"Your turn." the barman adresses the `three´-girl, she rises and leaves, taking the door the stretcherteam had brought the unfortunate one through just seconds before.
"It won´t take long now, please be patient. Mind having a drink?"
((Tension, you see. May be I´ll continue tomorrow, if you like...))
My heart was beating hard and fast, I could even feel my pulse in my fingertips. What kind of `Restaurant´ this will be? Reason calls to immediate retreat. Turn around and run, get out of this place. But there was something else, strong as an iron chain it keeps me from running. Curiousity, mixed with the sure knowledge that whatever lies ahead will include touches, licks, kneadings, spanking, even getting fucked? Sure? No, not sure, pure anticipation, wishes mixed with fear and the few facts I have. It makes me tremble, a whole subwaytrain rumbling through my stomach. I´m alive to the extreme. All the while thoughts like this were chasing each other my hands had fiddled to put this collar around my neck and fastened it. When I was finished I knew. Now I was theirs, doomed to pass through this door, whatever might lies ahead. There - one more scratching noise from THIS door.
The Barkeeper has noticed the fight in between Angel and Devil, knows that I´m a newbie to this place and so, he gives some more good advice.
"There are the rules as far as you should know them little lady. If you´ve passed through this door, you´ll reach a long and winding stair downwards. There are many doors to find and you are free to open one if you like. If you have opened one, then you must go in, if you like it or not. Behind most of the doors, there is a little adventure waiting for you. Some doors are simple rest-rooms, appropriately signed. You´ll be relatively `safe´ in there, but you are not allowed to stay for long. There is only one limit to what can happen down here, and that´s the number you wear and there is only one way to leave - but you´ve seen it already."
Every single word he said was a step I took towards damnation. My eyes widened, staring blankly at him as my ears heared the squealing sound THIS door made as it was opened. Another stretcher - team, one more splattered unconscious beautie, my turn to go was close at hand. A small buzzer informed the keeper. "Your turn Number four!"
Mesmerized I make my way to the door, each step makes my mind cry out no, but I can´t stop. It would be soo easy. Turn around - I lay my hand on the doorknob - say sorry and leave - I open the door - get your clothes and get dressed again - I take my first step - LEAVE NOW - I close the door behind me, sealing my fate, feeling a warm and wet trace running down my legs.
Here I am, a large old stonemasonry stairwell winding it´s way down towards hell. It´s warm and humid, strange sounds drifting up from downstairs, moans, crys, squeals, music, rattling chains and the cracking of whips, fragments of pleas for mercy as well as beggings for more. Yes, I´ve anticipated some minor details about what will be my future, but reality is far more frightening. Frightening and promising the same time.
Haven´t I made a decision? Step by step I begin descending the stairs, passing a door, then another one, leaving them behind, never to learn what secret they guard.
Movement. There´s someone running coming up from down the stairs, coming my way. Fear strikes my heart. Who will this be, what will he do? Just seconds befor fear turns to panic the steps falter, I can hear the protesting squeals of a girl and the triumphant grunt of a few men. I can hear a struggle and quite soon rythmic moans. My devil makes me take a few more steps to see what happens. There she was, kneeling on the stairs. Number three. She has her mouth already filled as well as her tight ass. Two more men waiting for their turn. Two? Silent as a little mouse I retreat. She had allowed three men, not four. If one of them notices me I´ll share her fate.
Without knowing what I´m doing I flee, running towards a door, tearing it open, getting in, slamming the door shut behind me. Safe. Safe? Bad bad mistake...
((I´ve got just a few minutes left, so here you are, that´s what I´ve dreamed of to be behind this door... ))
There was a little room behind this door, somewhat messed up with furniture and little bits of clothing. It looked like a requisite room, every item seemed to fit in to a late nineteenth century clubroom. I had just the time to take a short look around as another door opened and a butler appeared, taking a sober mustering look at me untill he made a short comment. "Very fitting for tea-time. Please come with me, you will have to be prepared."
Puzzled I follow him, not really knowing what else I could do. A few steps further I found myself in a large kitchenroom, filled with a few more persons. There were two girls in a `French-Maid´ outfit, clearly visible wearing their number-necklace. The outfit really consisted of some tiny details covering their nudity in no was other than their stockings and shoes. They were given some serving-plates and sent away.
For me they had other plans. Before I had the chance even to protest I was grabbed and blindfolded, then bound upon a little table with wheels underneath, the sort used to serve some larger dishes for meal. I had really no chance to even move, so strong and tight the bonds were bound that they hurted a bit and for me it was a really uncomfortable stance. (Not for the men who wanted to feast upon me as I should find out later) Then they took me away. Another door opened, and the cheers of a celebrating party greeted me, mixed with the squeals and moans of a few girls. It was an easy guess what made them sound like this. Then I heared the butler speak again with a clear and loud voice. "Gentlemen: the Tea!" As you might anticipated, my fate was sealed and all my pleas for mercy ignored. Soon enough my mind stopped counting how many hands had touched me, how many cocks I had to suck, how often I´ve been impaled ruthlesly. It all dissolved in a maelstrom of lust...
((So everyone who read this so far should know what it´s all about, sex is a mind-game you know, anticipation, tension, surprise, it all makes up the coctail that causes this special explosion if you´re finally touched. See you downstairs...))
Way Nr. one: Create a room behind one of the many doors and act as Gamemaster for every girl that´s foolish enough to come in.
Way Nr. two: Be one of the girls, choose a number and have a look what awaits you.
In any way, please pm me and tell me about your ideas in short terms to get my ok. to be part of the club. Have fun.))
The Stairway Club
You´ve asked me for one of my fantasys, here it is.
Just an ordinary day. My work is done and as I come home I find a note from one of my friends who invites me to have dinner with him in a new restaurant. A short phonecall, nothing extraordinary, but it´s going to be a nice and may be romantic evening. I have a walk with my dogs, take them to my aunt, get dressed and arrive at the restaurant just in time (ten minutes too late). Nothing special so far.
As the door opens, a stairway leads down to a luxuriously furnished basement, a reception hall at first. Still nothing special.
As I´m going to enter the main restaurant, a butler stops me, obviously to take my coat, but - after I´ve given it to him, he still blocks the entry, demanding that I should continue to undress, as my clothing won´t fit the high standards of the restaurant.
Bang. Blood pressure rises, adrenalin rushes, but everyone around still behaves as if nothing special had been mentioned. Should I undress or should I leave? All the while my emotions are fighting each other with furious anger I start to do as the butler asked.
Jacket - noone cares. Skirt - another guest passes by - dressed and unimpressed. Blouse - still nothing special happens. Bra - the Butler snoozes and apologizes. Panty - no reaction at all.
"Fine silken stockings and high heeled shoes, the perfect evening dress for a young lady" The butler gives way and wishes a pleasant stay. My heart beats as if it wants to burst, but I enter.
A Bar-room with almost no guest. A girl, `un´- dressed like me sitting waiting at the bar, the tender cleaning glasses as if it would be the most normal thing to have two naked beauties around, waves me towards the bar and announces that I´d have to wait.
I´m bursting with curiousity, dare to ask what I had to wait for.
"Never been here before? Well, at first you´ve got to choose a number, from one to six." He shows some silken neclaces with brass numbers (the girl next to me wears one with a `three´).
"What are they good for? - without awaiting an answer I say `four´."
"They show the maxmum number of men that will have a go with you together." The barkeeper answers as if he´d talked about the weather and gives the necklace to me. Sure, I´m shocked, moreso as a door opens and a stretcher is carried through the room with an unconscious girl upon it, bruised and splattered with gooey slime. The fragrance leaves no question what kind of slime it might be.
"Your turn." the barman adresses the `three´-girl, she rises and leaves, taking the door the stretcherteam had brought the unfortunate one through just seconds before.
"It won´t take long now, please be patient. Mind having a drink?"
((Tension, you see. May be I´ll continue tomorrow, if you like...))
My heart was beating hard and fast, I could even feel my pulse in my fingertips. What kind of `Restaurant´ this will be? Reason calls to immediate retreat. Turn around and run, get out of this place. But there was something else, strong as an iron chain it keeps me from running. Curiousity, mixed with the sure knowledge that whatever lies ahead will include touches, licks, kneadings, spanking, even getting fucked? Sure? No, not sure, pure anticipation, wishes mixed with fear and the few facts I have. It makes me tremble, a whole subwaytrain rumbling through my stomach. I´m alive to the extreme. All the while thoughts like this were chasing each other my hands had fiddled to put this collar around my neck and fastened it. When I was finished I knew. Now I was theirs, doomed to pass through this door, whatever might lies ahead. There - one more scratching noise from THIS door.
The Barkeeper has noticed the fight in between Angel and Devil, knows that I´m a newbie to this place and so, he gives some more good advice.
"There are the rules as far as you should know them little lady. If you´ve passed through this door, you´ll reach a long and winding stair downwards. There are many doors to find and you are free to open one if you like. If you have opened one, then you must go in, if you like it or not. Behind most of the doors, there is a little adventure waiting for you. Some doors are simple rest-rooms, appropriately signed. You´ll be relatively `safe´ in there, but you are not allowed to stay for long. There is only one limit to what can happen down here, and that´s the number you wear and there is only one way to leave - but you´ve seen it already."
Every single word he said was a step I took towards damnation. My eyes widened, staring blankly at him as my ears heared the squealing sound THIS door made as it was opened. Another stretcher - team, one more splattered unconscious beautie, my turn to go was close at hand. A small buzzer informed the keeper. "Your turn Number four!"
Mesmerized I make my way to the door, each step makes my mind cry out no, but I can´t stop. It would be soo easy. Turn around - I lay my hand on the doorknob - say sorry and leave - I open the door - get your clothes and get dressed again - I take my first step - LEAVE NOW - I close the door behind me, sealing my fate, feeling a warm and wet trace running down my legs.
Here I am, a large old stonemasonry stairwell winding it´s way down towards hell. It´s warm and humid, strange sounds drifting up from downstairs, moans, crys, squeals, music, rattling chains and the cracking of whips, fragments of pleas for mercy as well as beggings for more. Yes, I´ve anticipated some minor details about what will be my future, but reality is far more frightening. Frightening and promising the same time.
Haven´t I made a decision? Step by step I begin descending the stairs, passing a door, then another one, leaving them behind, never to learn what secret they guard.
Movement. There´s someone running coming up from down the stairs, coming my way. Fear strikes my heart. Who will this be, what will he do? Just seconds befor fear turns to panic the steps falter, I can hear the protesting squeals of a girl and the triumphant grunt of a few men. I can hear a struggle and quite soon rythmic moans. My devil makes me take a few more steps to see what happens. There she was, kneeling on the stairs. Number three. She has her mouth already filled as well as her tight ass. Two more men waiting for their turn. Two? Silent as a little mouse I retreat. She had allowed three men, not four. If one of them notices me I´ll share her fate.
Without knowing what I´m doing I flee, running towards a door, tearing it open, getting in, slamming the door shut behind me. Safe. Safe? Bad bad mistake...
((I´ve got just a few minutes left, so here you are, that´s what I´ve dreamed of to be behind this door... ))
There was a little room behind this door, somewhat messed up with furniture and little bits of clothing. It looked like a requisite room, every item seemed to fit in to a late nineteenth century clubroom. I had just the time to take a short look around as another door opened and a butler appeared, taking a sober mustering look at me untill he made a short comment. "Very fitting for tea-time. Please come with me, you will have to be prepared."
Puzzled I follow him, not really knowing what else I could do. A few steps further I found myself in a large kitchenroom, filled with a few more persons. There were two girls in a `French-Maid´ outfit, clearly visible wearing their number-necklace. The outfit really consisted of some tiny details covering their nudity in no was other than their stockings and shoes. They were given some serving-plates and sent away.
For me they had other plans. Before I had the chance even to protest I was grabbed and blindfolded, then bound upon a little table with wheels underneath, the sort used to serve some larger dishes for meal. I had really no chance to even move, so strong and tight the bonds were bound that they hurted a bit and for me it was a really uncomfortable stance. (Not for the men who wanted to feast upon me as I should find out later) Then they took me away. Another door opened, and the cheers of a celebrating party greeted me, mixed with the squeals and moans of a few girls. It was an easy guess what made them sound like this. Then I heared the butler speak again with a clear and loud voice. "Gentlemen: the Tea!" As you might anticipated, my fate was sealed and all my pleas for mercy ignored. Soon enough my mind stopped counting how many hands had touched me, how many cocks I had to suck, how often I´ve been impaled ruthlesly. It all dissolved in a maelstrom of lust...
((So everyone who read this so far should know what it´s all about, sex is a mind-game you know, anticipation, tension, surprise, it all makes up the coctail that causes this special explosion if you´re finally touched. See you downstairs...))
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