The First Supper

The First Supper

As it was still quite early in the evening, Chloe was surprised that she and her Aunt were sharing the luxurious, candlelit dining room with so many of the other lady members. Most of the ladies were already seated, in the half-hidden privacy of their tables. The high, screen like chair backs created this privacy, shadowing and partly obscuring their occupants.

Taking a few paces into the dining room, Chloe looked around her with surprise and girlish delight. She felt as if, on entering the room, she had just stepped back in time. Back in time to what she imagined a fin de siecle, large, exclusive Parisian dining room must have been like, with all its plush, and decadent grandeur.

A male pianist wearing a white tuxedo and red bowtie was playing at a huge, shiny, black grand piano, placed in the centre of the dining room. She recognised his playing of the mellow tones from Chopin's Nocturne in F Sharp, at a volume just fractionally above the hum of the ladies conversations.
Quite a startling contrast to the loud, bright, art deco, chrome and neon environment of the '50's American cocktail bar next door, where they had enjoyed their pre-supper apéritifs.

Between the tall, screen-like chairbacks, she glimpsed several waiters serving at the ladies tables. Flickering candlelight from ornate wall sconces reflected in the oiled sheen of the waiters' naked bodies.

Before this moment, she had never, ever, seen, let alone be in, such close proximity, to such perfect examples, of naked manhood. Indeed, she had never before had the experience of seeing any naked male, in the flesh, literally!

The pretty teenage girl quickly averted her wide-open stare, but repeatedly glanced towards them through her lowered eyelashes, as, her heart now racing, she followed her Aunt.
Arriving at their table, she saw that two glasses of red wine had already been placed there for them.

Chloe tingled all over with excitement and tense expectation as she sat on the edge of her throne like chair. She sipped at the delicious vintage wine, and looked with wonderment at her Aunt seated opposite her across the white damask tablecloth, who, at that moment, was occupied with removing a long, slim cigarette from her gold case.
She marvelled at how sophisticated, and how much in control this beautiful lady of mature years was.
They had only met a few times, over the past 2 years, and those meetings had been all too brief. Her Aunt's busy schedule as a senior partner in The Hall, with it's many world-wide enterprises - including of course this special and very secret establishment, seemed to completely fill her life.

A life, Chloe now realised, that was filled with exciting, sensual, wonderful, and secret things. Things that, until this evening, Chloe had relegated to the realms of outrageous fantasy. Although, occasionally, there had been whispered rumours amongst the girls at her Finishing school…. Rumours that they had all hoped were true, if only even inpart, about this parallel, powerful, secret and exquisitely sensuous world - in which the hegemony of the outside, decaying, patriarchal world had been turned completely upside down.

For here, the role of all males was simply to serve, as slaves, or servants.
For here, in this world, the Female, the Lady, and the ultimate Goddess, reigned supreme.

Earlier, her Aunt had been initiating her into this world, whilst they enjoyed several champagne cocktails. Chloe knew she was getting light-headed, not from the wine, but from the sheer joy of where she now anticipated her future to lie…

"Well darling, a penny for them..?" Her Aunt's fine eyebrows rose as she spoke, her rouged and coquettishly smiling lips exhaling a plume of fragrant, blue smoke.

"I, I'm not sure I'm not dreaming Aunt! I feel so, so alive and excited by all of this, and by what you were saying to me earlier. Am I right in thinking that my selection to the Hall's Finishing school was, well, leading to all of this..?" Chloe's excited words flew out of her mouth, as she gestured around her.

"Yes darling, you are quite right. You, and a few other girls have been observed closely, over the past two years - and longer, and chosen to be approached, for certain future careers, within the Hall's enterprises." Momentarily pausing to inhale deeply, her Aunt continued..

"You are on the threshold of a wonderful future darling, and as your guardian, I intend that it starts, well, actually, it has already started for you here, this very evening, as you will soon see!"

Chloe sat back into the deep chair, her scarlet lipped mouth wide open in surprise. Her long, shiny black hair cascaded over her bared, white shoulders. Her dark, purple lace, cocktail dress just covered her young breasts, leaving the matt, satin smooth skin of her upper chest, throat and arms bare.
Moving forward to lean across the table, Chloe's hands reached out to squeeze her Aunt's free hand, as they smiled at each other, sharing great affection and love.

"Well, darling - back to the present!" Her Aunt laughed.
"I delayed having the waiter serve us immediately until I had informed you of all that. Now, for our supper, before the evening's spectacle!"

"The evening's spectacle Aunt?" Chloe asked.

"Yes, darling, and it will be quite a spectacle, I can promise you." She sipped at her wine, commenting abstractedly on its fine quality. Holding the glass upto her eye level to view its deep ruby colouring, she continued talking.

"Our waiter is going to be lead naked, into the Far Salon, bent over and tied to the whipping bench in there. When all the ladies are present, and when the restaurant Madam is ready, she will enter and commence his punishment.
She will beat him with her cane on his bare bottom, and then, after resting, use her strap between his thighs, whilst all the ladies present here watch.
Finally, to complete his punishment and humiliation, and of course, for our further pleasures, he will be made available for Queening. Most, if not all of the ladies, will do this. And that often continues far into the early hours!"

Her Aunt paused to enjoy more of her wine.

Chloe's hand had flown to her mouth in astonishment on hearing these words, spoken so matter of factly by her Aunt.

"There is also, quite a surprise in store for you darling!" Her Aunt moved her beautiful face conspiratorially closer to Chloe, and whispered:

"A surprise in store as well, for all the ladies in here now having their supper. They are all expecting to watch the Restaurant Madam cane, and then strap him. It will take an hour or so.!"
Exhaling cigarette smoke, her Aunt continued..

"But what they don't know, is that.." She leaned back into her chair, her eyes hooded as she looked at Chloe, and smiled mischievously.

"Is that.." She paused dramatically to inhale cigarette smoke.

"You, darling, will lead him in to the salon, and you will also be caning and strapping him…!"
Her eyes glinted and narrowed as her smile reached them, her scarlet lips spread wide with impish delight at Chloe's shocked reaction.

"Oh AUNT! ME?! But I, I, never, obviously, I have no exper…! Chloe's frantic response
was quickly interrupted by her Aunt.

"Hush now Darling, you'll be marvellous. I remember my first time.. I'll tell you about it later. I felt just as you do now. It's quite delicious isn't it?!"

Chloe could only nod her head in reply to her Aunt. She had never felt such a surging of such powerful emotions within her. Her stomach somersaulted, her breathing temporarily suspended. But she knew that flowing through her was that unmistakable feeling of intense anticipation and, of an overwhelming arousal…

"Ah! Good! Here he comes now. I shall introduce him to you darling."

The waiter appeared, and stood, close to the table, back straight, shoulders back, almost at attention. His arms by his side, his eyes raised, looking over the ladies heads. Apart from a black collar like bowtie, around his neck, he was completely naked.

"Good evening, Madam. Good evening, Mistress." He respectfully intoned, bowing his head, firstly to her Aunt, and then to Chloe.

"Good evening, waiter Michael." Her Aunt replied courteously, and continued..

"You have the honour of meeting my niece Chloe. Later, Chloe will be attaching your lead, and lead you by it into the Far Salon. There, she will tie you down over the whipping post, and later assist the Restaurant Madam to cane and strap you. She will also be the first lady to Queen you…"

Her Aunts voice had not changed in the slightest from the courteous timbre in which she had initially greeted him.

She could have been discussing the menu, in such a polite and matter of fact manner. Her words, however, had had a perceptible effect upon the naked man standing in front of them.

Chloe observed his cheeks redden slightly, detected a faint tremor pass through his body, and saw that his large penis twitched, and raised slightly, the foreskin slowly peeling back over the shiny, bulbous glans head. The wrinkly skin covering his pendulous testicles tightened as they swelled, further revealed by his now semi-erect penis.

He was completely hairless around his genitals, obviously recently and thoroughly shaved, and then oiled lightly, as indeed his whole body was. This depilation seemed to augment the sizes of his penis and testicles, and make him seem even more naked - as every fleshy part of them was rendered totally visible to the ladies eyes.
Her Aunt must have been reading her mind as she spoke to Chloe.

"Quite a magnificent specimen isn't he darling? " Her Aunt broke into Chloe's reverie.

"All the waiters are clean shaven, and inspected for it twice daily. It is by popular demand from the ladies who frequently dine in here. Some of them like to perform the inspection, and I must admit I do rather. But usually the Restaurant Madam has them stand naked on chairs in line, to inspect them. If one of them fails her, or any ladies inspection, they are all spanked quite severely over the ladies knees. Excellent for generating a good appetite afterwards!" She laughed again.

"I do quite envy you this evening, although another time I may just…. . " Her eyes moved over him appraisingly before continuing..

"Waiter Michael is 34 years old, so he's 15 years older than you, which I think adds a further piquancy to your domination and control over him this evening, don't you darling?" Her Aunt paused for Chloe's response.

"Absolutely Aunt. I am looking forward to administering his punishment, and Queening him. I presume this is not the first time for him Aunt?" Chloe surprised herself at how well she emulated her Aunt's matter of fact tones. Her Aunt raised her eyebrows to her, acknowledging Chloe's grasp of the game they were playing with him, teasing and tormenting him, as he stood humiliatingly exposed in his nakedness, so close, in front of them. He had started to perspire faintly, at the effect the two ladies were having upon him.

"Well, Michael, my niece asks if this is your first caning, strapping and Queening? You may reply!"

"Thank you Madam." He bowed his head again, and continued.

"Y,Yes Madam, I, I have been, caned here before, but never strapped or, or Queened. The Restaurant Madam told me this morning, that, that this evening I would be. Madam." He meekly replied, the trembling of his body affecting his voice.

"Excellent Michael! So you have had all day to anticipate what is going to happen to you this evening? You may reply."

"Thank you Madam." Again he bowed his head before replying to her.

"Y, Yes Madam, I have been unable to think of, of, anything else. Madam."

Her Aunt had lighted another cigarette, and blew the smoke forcibly over his semi erect penis, he tensed at the feathery caress of the fragrant smoke on his most tender skin. It raised itself fractionally higher…. She sat further back in her chair, resting her shoulders, her back slightly arched, the tops of her full, creamy breasts deeply cleavaged. She nonchalantly draped her left arm over the side of the chair. Tendrils of cigarette smoke floated upwards.

Chloe took a deep, silent breath to compose herself, and asked her Aunt..

"Aunt, could you possibly explain to me what leading him to the Far Salon actually entails?"

Her Aunt nodded approvingly to her, realising that Chloe had quickly learned how to prolong this teasing and humiliation of him.

"Of course darling. But I think I'll tell Michael to explain it to you. I'm sure you know Michael? You may reply, and answer my niece's question!" She addressed him, her voice saccharine sweet.

"Thank you Madam." Again the ritually bowed head before replying.

" M,Mistress t,the lead is made of black leather, which is, is fastened, which will be fastened by, by you Mistress." He bowed his head towards Chloe before continuing.
"To, to my p, penis, but first it has to be fully erect before…"

"Like this Michael?" Her Aunt politely enquired, and deliberately reached out to grasp his semi erect penis in her right hand. Her long scarlet nails gripped his flesh. His whole body trembled violently as the penis surged into a full erection, held tightly in her hand.

"Well Michael! I asked you a question, I expect you to reply to me!" She sternly rebuked him.

"Oh,Oh, T,Thank you Madam. Yes Madam, just like that, just,just as it is Madam."

"Good boy." She spoke dismissively to him, turning her head to look towards her niece, but still keeping her fingers tightly wrapped around the thick, stiff penis.

"Then, darling, you will firmly tie his hands behind his back. You will take hold of the looped end of the lead, and parade him through the restaurant and corridors to the Far Salon, leading him to the whipping bench!"

"But that is later, I think we are ready for our supper now! Aren't you darling?!"
(To be continued).

Chloe and her Aunt had finished their supper.

Their waiter, Michael, was clearing the table. Chloe's Aunt sighed contentedly as she sat back in her chair. She turned her head to watch the naked male as he bent from the waist to place the final dishes onto the very low serving trolley.

These trolleys had been specially designed for the Restaurant. Being just above the floor level meant that the naked waiters would have to constantly bend over to serve the ladies at their tables. The waiters' constant movements effectively and humiliatingly displayed their bodies to the ladies at the table they were serving at, and also to the ladies at adjacent tables.

All the waiters had been thoroughly trained in these actions by the Restaurant Madame. Often some of the ladies would instruct their waiter to remain bent over and immobile, whilst they dined. Any movement from him would immediately result in his receiving a lashing across his naked buttocks from the stiff, plaited leather riding crop which hung from the waist high handles used to propel the trolleys. The ladies at the table taking turns to lash him. If he had been ordered by the ladies to bend over with his legs wide apart, and on 'tip toe', the sound of his frequent lashings would punctuate the hum of conversations in the Restaurant.

Chloe's Aunt had explained all this to her during their supper, in reply to Chloe asking her what was happening as she heard the unmistakable sound of leather lashing onto taught, naked skin. Their high, screen like, chair backs had prevented them from observing the ladies who were administering, and the naked male or males, who were receiving, their lashings.

Autor & Copyright: Artist Iain

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