Sex

The dining table was vast and lots of food was already set out on the table, but at one end of the table was a small bench, covered with leather, the same height as the dining room table. Marie-Claire led me to the bench and made me bend over it and rest my chest on it. She then spread my legs and attached each of my ankles with clips to the legs.

She then took my wrists and clipped them together behind my back. Finally, she took a long leather strap and strapped me down with it around my back – I could not move even if I wanted to. She moved away and then returned, and said, “I’m just going to put some more lubrication in your arse – you are definitely going to need it for what is to come.” She squirted it into my arse and used her fingers to gently work it up my back passage.

“There you are!” she said, smiling at me, “all ready as dessert for the guests!” She wiped the excess lube off on my buttocks, then came around to my face, bent down and slipped her tongue into my mouth. We ki