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The Order

By: slavemoo



It had been a hectic day at work requiring me to get on the backs of my staff and I was happy to finally get home. "Hey poppet" I shouted coming through the front door "I'm so glad I'm back.............."

My sentence faded out as I noticed the envelope propped up on the small table in the living room and it was only then I noticed the house was strangely quiet. 

Heart beating faster I opened the envelope and pulled out a single sheet of paper. "Hey Babe," it read, "I have gone out with some of the girls today and not sure when I will be back. It could be in the next 30 minutes or could be a few hours from now, I have left some items upstairs for you to utilise and I expect everything to be ready for my return. I may or may not be alone so I will expect the house to be tidy upon my return.

Non-compliance will not be viewed favourably and I don't wish to be disappointed."

My heart was beating faster now! I had a quick check downstairs to make sure everything looked ok, stashed my coat and headed upstairs. 

My partner has a bit of a bohemian streak running through her which came out when decorating the house and as a result the upstairs bedrooms have long curtains rather than doors which gives it a nice cool feel in the summer but can limit privacy when guests are staying. This realisation flashed through my mind, what with the possibility of guests in the house, when I saw what had been left for me.

Our bed was bare except for a sheet and had 2 ankle restraints coming from the two top corners attached to the head of the frame. Placed in the centre was the thigh to ankle restraints that had left me helpless on so many previous occasions along with the full face leather mask. At the base of the bed my wife had positioned a small padded table we usually keep in the living room. Resting on this table was a collar attached to a chain that had been further connected to the chest of drawers. The chain looked that when the collar was attached it would run fairly taut leaving my masked head restrained facing upwards on a thin table. Whatever had she in mind?

I started to get hard the moment I strapped in my left ankle (she had left the gap quite wide on purpose to ensure I had minimal movement). After the other leg was secure I put on the mask and tied the lacing up at the back, the eye holes I would cover at the last possible moment but no gag had been left for my use so my breathing would be easy for awhile. The collar was a stretch. The chain was just the right length and it meant the collar was tight but not impairing my breathing, however I was completely stretched out due to the position of the ankle cuffs and once my hands were locked in I was going nowhere. The thighs to ankle restraints were chosen due to the nature of the locking mechanism. By removing a pin they can be locked in position with one hand which is a feature I took advantage of after pulling down the blindfold. So I lay there, precum dripping, stretched out from head to feet, arms secured to my sides and naked except for a full face leather mask leaving only my mouth exposed. Heaven.

I don't know how long I had lain there when the house phone rang, nothing I could do about it anyway but the thought occurred to me that I was being checked up on. This was reinforced a little white later when my mobile started ringing, if something serious had happened I knew I couldn't help and I felt a bit guilty. This feeling passed when someone knocked on the front door. Although the curtain across the bedroom door kept out the light sound came quite readily and subconsciously I held my breath. My heart beat soared as a few minutes later I heard a key in the lock followed by a burst of noise as a group of excitable and drunk women entered the house.

A number of voices were unfamiliar including the one yelling for directions to the toilet as she thundered up the stairs; the fear she would blunder into my room filled my thoughts and brought my back to a high state of arousal. I remained undiscovered but my senses were overwhelmed with the noise of chatter and laughter going on in the rooms around me. It was difficult to know that I was still alone in the room but nothing had caused my senses to twitch although my cock was craving attention. After awhile the noise died slightly and I was getting used to the sounds of people coming up to use the loo. Then I felt a change in the air as someone came into the room through the curtain.

I lay there in silence straining to hear yet trying not to give away the fact I had noticed something. I was betrayed by my cock. After what felt like ages the first I knew was the feeling of fingernails moving up along my inner thigh and across my stomach before grabbing and twisting my nipple. I had to bite my tongue in order to prevent myself gasping out loud. Still lying in silence I tried to track whoever was in the room but only felt the movement of the curtains followed by footsteps descending the stairs. 

I could still feel the tracks of those fingernails on my skin long after my mystery visitor had left and my stomach was cool with the drops of precum that had escaped. The fact my senses were heightened gave me warning that more footsteps were coming up the stairs in a more slow and determined manner than before and this time I heard the noise of the curtain being pushed aside. My lover, partner and mistress breathed her introduction into my ear, "very good" she whispered "you have done exactly as I requested and may have earned yourself a reward." My cock quivered in anticipation. "Don't go and ruin it by crying out now..."

Pain exploded across my chest as she attached the first nipple clamp and her hand clamped across my mouth to mask the groan I was too slow to stifle, she kept her hand there whilst attaching the other clamp and removed it only when I started straining for air. This was followed by what I guessed was a cock ring which was placed around the base and then tightened. "Can't have you Cumming to early now can we" she whispered, "It looks like we have lost some already." With this I felt her fingertip at the eye of my cock followed by the sound next to my head of her slowly sucking her finger accompanied by a satisfied sigh. This made me feel even more aroused if possible and I became fully aware of the cock ring. I knew I was in for a frustrating time and my reaction betrayed me which prompted a sly giggle.

"I can't be away from the girls for too long" she sighed "so you need to make every second count in order to keep me happy." This was followed by a rustling of clothes and some movement around my head resulting in a sudden increase in temperature as she stood astride the small table. The collar chain meant I was going nowhere as my mouth was covered by my mistress' pussy and I started licking. "Fucking idiot I said quick" she growled pulling on the nipple clamps chain for good measure. So I dived in licking and tonguing for all I was worth, biting gently on her clit whenever her movements gave me opportunity. The smell was incredible and my face quickly became soaked in her juice, the leather of the mask making her seat nice and slippy. Every now and then she slipped forward giving me the briefest access to her tightly puckered arsehole and I went for it with all the muscles my tongue possessed. Usually she isn't too bothered with the attention but now she seemed to love it stopping occasionally to force her rear onto my mouth. Her dress must have been covering my whole head by now as the heat was incredible. I would grab a breath every chance I got but was getting by on fumes. Luckily they were amazingly scented fumes and I had a real taste for her cunt juice. So I was light-headed but more than happy.

I knew she was getting close when she took my cock in her mouth to stifle her cries, she is usually very vocal and she obviously decided to bite on something other than her hand. She had me fully in her mouth with her groans causing some crazy vibrations and I would have filled her throat with spunk if it wasn't for the cock ring that was keeping me balanced on the edge of release. She, however, had no such problem and came violently covering both inside and outside the mask filling my mouth and nose and I could feel it seeping over my eyelids and down to my ears. She lay there for a second before climbing off leaving me soaking and desperate to cum, a fact she hadn't missed. "Well done bitch" she whispered "keep that up and you may just be allowed some release, I am also expecting no sound to come from this room and I will be listening."

With that she opened the bedroom window which was directly above the door from the living room to the garden. What was now a popular thoroughfare with the current house guests. 

"No crying out now" she said as I felt her stand onto the bed next to my shoulders and I had a couple of seconds to wonder what she meant before both my nipples felt like they were being pulled from my body. "Shhhhhhh ...." was all I heard as she left the room. The pain was incredible and I could feel the tears coming to my eyes. Because of the tightness of the neck collar and the ankle restraints I couldn't raise my body to release the pressure and I just had to bear it. Once the pain had died to a continuous ache I remembered the African charm she had received from a friend that she had asked me to hang above the bed. It's traditional for good dreams she had said and had given me a hook to put into the ceiling. I was guessing she had linked a chain from the hook to the one between the nipple clamps and tightened. My discomfort had obviously been well planned in advance.

I'm not sure how long I lay there with the only sound in my ears that of my pained breathing. I tried to concentrate on the noise of the girls downstairs but kept finding it difficult to breathe as I kept subconsciously raising my chest and pulling the collar chain taut. The first I knew that again I wasn't alone was when some material got stuffed into my open mouth, I could tell from the smell and taste that it was definitely underwear and my chest pain was instantly forgotten as I breathed it in. The spell was broken when the words "No noise bitch" were whispered to me and the nipple clamps were undone. Luckily a mouthful of panties hid the groans as the feeling flooded back into my nipples causing me to writhe as much as I was able. I sensed my room guest leaving and heard her heading into the toilet before coming back into the room. 

There was no comment or small talk as she climbed up onto the bed and no warning as she plunged down onto my already raw cock. I quickly came up to the edge but was unable to do anything due to the cock ring and squirmed underneath her rapid pounding unable to take that final step. She was relentless and got quicker and quicker whilst her hands grabbed and pinched all over my body even slapping me around the head a few times. All of this whilst my mouth was full of her panties and yet still no release for me. Suddenly she started shaking and I felt her bite down on my shoulder as her orgasm hit home. Her left hand went down between her legs to my cock and she pulled the release on the cock ring. One deep push down and I finally came; everything went white as all the built up frustration came spilling from my cock. I felt like I was going to pass out and faded into a kind of catatonic state. I was vaguely aware of my passenger climbing off and removing the underwear from my mouth. It was replaced almost straight away with her pussy as she stood astride my head and remained there whilst the contents filled my mouth. The mixture of her our cum juices filled my mouth and I had to swallow just to be able to breathe. I had no energy left to even attempt to tongue clean her dripping hole so she just stood there letting juices drop into my overflowing mouth and down over the mask. Then she left.

After that everything is a bit vague; at one point someone came in and without a word kissed me hard probing me deeply with a tongue tasting my activities. I was powerless both physically and emotionally to respond to anything that happened. My mistress made herself known at one point by pinching my aching nipple and hissing "WHAT HAS MY SLAVE BEEN UP TO?" into my ear; I presumed she was just trying to wind me up. As I lay there listening to the sounds of the party below my last memory was of a number of soft hands undoing the restraints and covering me up in bed, they were gentle and very busy stroking me all over as they tucked me in. The perfect way to end an eventful evening.

I awoke in the early hours - aching nicely - wrapped in the arms of my mistress, and drifted contentedly back off to sleep looking forward to the next envelope I would find.

The Order



Chapter 1

At the headquarters of The Order of Saint Ishmael, situated in a picturesque castle in Austria, the Grand Council was holding their first, official bi-monthly meeting. Thirteen people, all dressed in long robes with deep hoods, hiding their faces, were seated around a huge and highly polished table. 

The Order of Saint Ishmael, a latter-day club for libertines and BDSM aficionados, had been shaken by the escape of one of the young initiates five years earlier. The girl had fled from the castle, triggering panic and alarm, with the effect that the Grand Council had scattered, spending the next two years meeting in their respective luxury homes, not daring to return, in case the castle -- their headquarters, was raided. 

Once they realised that the escaped girl was not going straight to the police, the Order gradually recommenced their initiations and orgies. 

Before they ran to their various hideaways, The Order had embarked on a series of trials for a subcutaneous electrical stimulator marketed as a 'SubStim' and were on the point of arranging manufacture in Japan, when the girl, the daughter of two of the wealthiest and best connected of the Grand Council, escaped. 

The manufacturing process had begun again and the Order was about to start demonstrations and trials at various private clubs and houses around the world. 

However, the number of high-level members had dropped to merely fifty as a great many of the members of the Order had made their sexual lives thoroughly private, terminating any connections to BDSM sites and private clubs. The young women, who were often the daughters of members of the Order were not being sent for training and a new system had to be arranged. 

Younger Dominants and Dominatrixes were staying online, rather than risk discovery and ridicule from their classmates at the ancient universities who had connections with the Order. 

The Order needed reorganising and rebranding and this meeting was called to work out a way to facilitate this. It all had to be set up slowly and carefully, with great care and delicate attention to detail. 

After a long drink of water, the hooded person seated at the head of the table tapped her glass and spoke.

'We need to open up a training establishment -- perhaps in a large country mansion in France?' 

The speaker was the de-facto chairman, or rather chairperson as she was the most ruthless and strictly rigid of all the Grand Council. She spoke in English, with an upper-class accent and inflections, rather reminiscent of Dame Judi Dench as 'M' in the James Bond movies. 

'I have room in my country house for eight girls. We could market it as a finishing school for young ladies, except of course that the only students will be those selected from the affiliated schools. Maybe someone from Germany or France could open a similar establishment for young gentlemen?'

One of the other hooded committee members nodded. He spoke in German, but needed no interpreter as all the Grand Council spoke the main three European languages, English, French and German. 'I have room at my Schloss. I can hire staff and educate and train ten young gentlemen at a time.' 

'What about submissive young men?' the questioner was also female, with a sexy French accent. 'I cannot find any young submissives and I don't want to go trawling the nightclubs. I would like to train five at my Château. Would this be acceptable?' 

The Council voted and the first step in rebuilding the now-dormant network was taken. 

The chairperson spoke 'I suggest we start as soon as possible. Some girls will be willing and some will need persuading, but I want to see the first six initiates at the end of the year. We have been quiet for too long. We need to start marketing the SubStim as soon as possible, so if you have any submissive females who are suitable for this, please speak now.' 

The Council was quiet for a minute. Finally a male voice spoke. 'We don't have anyone here, but maybe we could either wait a while, until the open orgies are recommenced here, or perhaps we could 'persuade' some local prostitutes to try the SubStims?' 

There was a vigorous negative shaking of shaded heads. A Council member said ' No one wants to be accused of trafficking and the prostitutes are not suitable. 

They may have diseases, or worse be undercover police. No, we must develop this carefully and slowly. We are supposed to be a secret and very exclusive society and we must remain this way. The clientele will return. I forecast a return to full membership by the end of next year.

The clinic will offer surgery, as it has always done, breast enhancement, cosmetic surgery, both facial and labial and penis implants. It will also offer SubStims to any female who wishes so. 

This will stimulate, pardon the pun, sales and we will start seeing a return on our investments within five years.' 

The Chairperson spoke 'so, we will select our first intake for the 'Finishing School'' she paused, to chuckle. 'in a few weeks. I will visit the various schools and select some eligible candidates. I have a niece who seems to have developed a taste for pornography. She's just turned eighteen and I think, will be suitable for training. She may not be a submissive, but she will have to understand the rigorous training so, if anyone else has suggestions, then please email them to me. Now, let's go down to the first floor playroom and have our first session for the year!' 

The thirteen robed figures rose, leaving the room through the ornate carved wooden doors, walking along the long red-carpeted corridor and down the stone staircase to the first floor. 

They entered through two doors, one for the males and the other for the females and then the council, by now looking quite different, reassembled in what was effectively a gymnasium/cum dance studio, with a mirrored ceiling and wall and bars on the opposite wall. 

Three of the women were dressed in black leather corsets, with black stockings and high leather collars. They were topless, with breasts supported by small cups attached to straps, which lifted and separated each breast. 

Their nipples were dark red and one had hers pierced with fine metal rings. 

The other three women were dressed in long black leather coats, with tight belts and long black boots. One opened her coat to reveal a Gothic-like black velvet dress, with a net train trailing behind. 

All wore dark plum gloss lipstick and dark, kohl-rimmed eyes. 

One of the submissives, in the corset and stockings wore a cat-woman-like mask over her eyes. She also wore leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles. 

The men were either naked or also dressed in long black coats, with black leather trousers and frilled, Regency-style shirts. 

The seven submissives of both sexes knelt, heads bowed and the Dominants, walked around them, each holding a cane or many-tailed whip and one of the women spoke. 

'We will draw lots as to who decides what to do first. Take a number.'

Each of the Grand Council members took a token and the woman picked up another box and a book. 

She closed her eyes and felt in the other box, withdrawing three tokens and consulting the book, she said 'we will begin with oral sex. All are prepared, I hope?' 

The committee nodded to each other and then the woman said 'right, we'll use the circular platform. If you haven't forgotten, six of you lie on that and we'll tie you to the rings. Get to it!'

She walked over to a large, oddly shaped platform, which was covered with velvet and lay down on it, head in the centre and held out her arms, which were then tied with silk scarves (which she always used) and tied above her head. Her legs were spread widely apart and also tied with scarves. 

A man took the next slot and his wrists and ankles were secured with rough rope and the next was a woman, tied with leather straps and this continued with each person's preference until the table was full. 

There was a place to stand between the spread legs of each person, which gave easy access to the genitals of each person. 

The woman spoke again; 'We will spend two minutes with each person and then move on to the next in order to get each person prepared for the next part and then we will swap over. Get to it!' 

With that, the man standing between her legs ran his tongue up the inside of her left thigh. She groaned, straining to push her pubis up towards his face. 

He backed off and licked her right thigh and then he quickly leaned down and sucked at her engorged clitoris for just a few seconds. 

At the next position, a naked man was also moaning as a leather-clad Dom was sucking his balls. The Dominant male then took the erect penis of the restrained man and locking eyes with his partner, he slid his mouth over the head of the penis, licking the end rather like an ice-cream cornet. 

The two minutes per person went by too quickly and after the ten minutes was up, the restrained were released with the others quickly swapping places. 

After the next ten minutes was up the woman rather shakily picked up the book and checking the token numbers, she announced that 'Number six and number eight will perform for us. I know that member number six is especially skilled with the cane and small whip and so we will enjoy this. Go and tie her up.'

Number six was a tall, well-muscled Dominant, his leather trousers were open, revealing his huge, circumcised penis. He bowed to one of the corseted submissive women and said 'Shall we?' 

He led her by the hand to the centre of the room and locking her wrists together, attached them to a chain above her head. 

He took a leg spreader and fixed each ankle to either end, pulling her legs wide apart. She looked up and rolled her head up, eyes wide open and very apprehensive for a moment, which brought small moans from the audience watching each movement. 

The 'audience' were seated on a dais, close to each other and many were already caressing those nearest to them. 

The Dominant man shrugged off his leather coat and picked up a short whip, with rubber thongs. 

'This will have her panting and moaning for more. Does she have a SubStim fitted?' 

The woman nodded her head and the Dom smiled. 'Well, let's get her turned on shall we?' 

He took a small object that resembled an electronic car key and clicked the button and immediately the woman arched her back, moaning and gasping. 

He raised the whip and dealt six quick strokes, each with a resounding 'crack!'. 

The woman screamed, her buttocks turning red where each the whip landed. The audience gasped, nipples were being rolled and pulled and sucked by other partners and one of the women was on her knees, being rimmed by another. 

The Dom took a long black cane and looked at the audience. 'How many?' he asked.

One of the women, eyes heavy-lidded with desire, gasped 'six -- three on each buttock and then two more on each thigh!' 

'That's ten,' the man said grinning, enjoying the others' lack of concentration. 'Is that what you secretly want?' 

The other woman closed her eyes and groaned 'Yes...oh yes!'

The man standing holding the whip grinned again and turning said to all 'are you ready?'

He really was a master with the cane. Making it whistle through the air on its downward swing. He paused whilst the welt formed and the restrained woman drew in breath for another scream and repeated the action three times on each buttock.

He turned the woman to show off the welts, which were turning purple. He massaged her pubis and clitoris with his other hand, as she cried and gasped to a climax. 

He let go of her and then delivered a stroke to each thigh and quickly released her. 

He carried her over to the dais and raising her legs and spreading them wider still, plunged his enormous penis into her shaven cunt. 

Later, as the various Grand Council members were bathing together in a large, square pool of warm water, the woman who had chaired the meeting spoke. 'I have been in touch with my daughter Emma -- the one who escaped from here and us almost brought us down. She has refused to meet us, but I think that she will give in soon. She has a child now, a boy and from what I know of young women, she'll want him to meet his grandparents.' 

One of the other women, similarly middle-aged and with short blonde hair looked up. 'Will you punish her?' 

The chairwoman, Linnette de Courcy shook her head. 'We were forced to make a legally binding promise that we would leave her alone. Do you know that she and her husband Sir James are reconciled? She didn't divorce him and eventually forgave him and they live together again. The boy is theirs.'

The other woman laughed, 'I'll bet good money that their sex life is pure vanilla!' 

Linnette smiled, 'it may be, but as long as they keep quiet, I'll not think of their betrayal or boring sex life. Now, are you completely satisfied, or would you like another orgasm?' 

The other woman stretched, breasts bobbing in the warm water and brushed her fingers across the nipples, watching them harden and rise. 

'I think that's your answer there,' she said and waded towards Linnette, their lips meeting in a long, passionate kiss.

Linnette lifted the other woman, Sandrine and slipped two fingers into her. 

Sandrine, instantly wet and slippery with arousal, moaned and tightened her tongue, to penetrate Linette's mouth.

She slipped her hands under Linette's breasts, rubbing the nipples with each finger and thumb, pulling on them and then rolling them, whilst Linette rubbed her hand over Sandrine's clitoris. 

The two women carried on like this, long hard kisses and sliding their bodies together until they both began to shudder with simultaneous climaxes. 

'Whoa,' Linnette was panting, 'there's nothing like post-coital sex for squeezing out that extra orgasm. I'm sore now, but it was worth it and no mess!' 

Sandrine stretched languorously and walked out of the pool, 'I've got wobbly legs!' she noted and turned to her friend, 'I've missed orgies at the Castle. It'll be nice to have something to look forward to again.' 

Linnette waved her hand and stood up suddenly 'Come to my place in a month's time? We can pick and train some new girls together -- it'll be fun and there's nothing like tight young girls to play with!' 

At Saint Catherine's School for Young Ladies, the sixth form girls were listening to a 'health' talk from one of the nuns. 

Caroline Bennet, eighteen and three months, was trying hard not to laugh out loud. She bent her head down, so that Sister Agatha wouldn't spot the tears of laughter from being spotted. She blew her nose and risked a quick look up towards the front of the classroom.

Sister Agatha, sixty-five years old and considered to be the most forward-looking of the nuns, was talking about contraception.

'Girls -- I know you won't be having sex before marriage, but once you are married -- and I recommend you do take the plunge as soon as possible, you know that the temperature or rhythm method is the only way permitted by our Pope. 

Caroline raised her hand, 'Sister Agatha, what if my husband isn't a Catholic or doesn't believe that contraception is any of the Church's business?' she smiled an innocent (she hoped) simper and sighed. 

Sister Agatha wasn't amused. 'Caroline Bennet, your question is impertinent. The Church is infallible and you will not marry a non-Catholic -- or rather, I hope you won't. You will marry the right man -- one in whom your parents trust and I won't say another word on this matter.' 

That night in her bedroom, Caroline let her hand stray down to her groin, closing her eyes and shutting out the 'Jesus is watching' picture above her desk. 

She had a tub of coconut and shea butter in her bedside table, supposedly for moisturising her knees and lower legs, but Caroline put it to better use, circling her clitoris, before stroking herself and feeling the moisture start inside. She had fantasies of strong men, bending over her and kissing her hard, then picking her up and throwing her down onto a bed, a four poster, securing her hands with silken scarves and then tormenting her to a mind-blowing climax. 

Caroline couldn't wait to leave school. She would pass her A-levels, she knew this, but she was tired of the other girls and of the discipline of the nuns. She wasn't going to be nun, for fuck's sake, she was going to be a, well something interesting, a courtesan maybe. She was obsessed with sex, thinking about it several times a day and losing concentration. She was going to get laid as soon as she possibly could, that was for sure. 

The A level exams would start next week and in two weeks, Caroline would be free. 'Free at last!' she said in a faux American accent and drifted off to sleep. 

Exactly two weeks later, she left school. 'Bye and good riddance' she mouthed as she waved to the nuns who came to see her off. 

Her mother was waiting at home. 

'Oh darling, it's good to see you. I'm afraid that your father and I are booked on a cruise, which leaves this weekend, but you'll be okay with Mrs Nivens to look after you, won't you?

Just think -- you can go out and ride your pony or take some driving lessons, whatever you wish. We'll miss you of course, but I think you'll be happy on your own. As I remember, I used to count the days until the holiday came. No more girls or nuns or rules.' 

She smiled at Caroline, who indeed had counted the days until she was free. 

Caroline had just four days with her parents and in that time, she went shopping with her mother and bought a mountain of clothes and got her hair cut and coloured. 

'It was nice to spend this time with Mummy' she said on the phone to her best friend Fiona. 'How are you doing? Are your parents going away as well?'

'No, sod it.' Fiona sounded cross and almost in tears. 'Caro, they are sending me to a sodding finishing school. I'll be taught to be a lady and live like a nice Catholic girl, all quiet and boring and fucking dead from boredom.' 

Caroline was silenced for a moment. 'What? Where? Which school is it?' 

Fiona paused for a moment 'It's a new one, Fernhall Mansions in bloody Northumberland for fuck's sake. No shops, no pubs, no nightclubs and no fun. Caro -- would you ask if you can go as well? I'll go nuts without you.' 

Caroline promised to ask her parents about it and walked downstairs to the drawing room to find her parents were sitting there talking and looking at a brochure, which to Caroline's surprise was 'Fernhall Mansion Finishing School for Young Ladies'.

'Hey, that's the school that Fiona is going to. Can I go too?' 

Her mother frowned, 'Caroline, we are not horses and we don't eat hay and it's 'may' I go too and the answer is yes, by the way.'

Caroline just heard the final yes, having tuned out the correction to her grammar and she asked when the school was going to start the course and her mother told her that it would be the Monday after they left for their cruise, which gave her precisely two nights to go out and get legless and possibly deflowered before the course began.

'Is there a uniform?' 

Her mother smiled an odd smile, secretive and knowing and she looked across at Caroline's father, who had turned and was looking out of the window. He swallowed and nodded his head. Caroline could swear that he'd been trying not to laugh, but she couldn't think why. 

'There's a uniform, but the college will supply it. All you have to do is turn up on Monday. The chauffeur will drive you up there and then we'll see you a month later.' 

Caroline waved her parents goodbye on the Saturday morning and then went back upstairs to see if she could find something unsuitable to watch on the television. 

She grew bored after an hour and headed for the library. Oh for a good chicklit read, but all the leather-bound books looked old and boring. There was a book that had been left on a shelf and Caroline picked it up, wondering what it was. 




The Order



It was leather-bound just like all the rest, but had no gold letters on the spine, so she opened it and read the title, 'The Story of O'. 

Caroline started to read and after a minute or two, put the book down, blushing bright pink. She picked it up again, stuffing it under her t-shirt and went to her bedroom. 

She didn't leave her room all weekend, except for meals and even then found conversation difficult. She had to take it with her to the finishing school; it was going with her for sure and she was going to pass it around the other girls. What an education that would be!

End of Part 1