CHAPTER 1

 

Spring, 1908.

 

It had been a very pleasant day and at nine p.m. on that Thursday evening, Edward Lindsay and his friend Charles Withenshaw entered the Satyr Club for dinner and subsequent entertainment.

Edward was to be married on Saturday and Charles was determined that Edward should have a memorable evening before his habits were curtailed by his new status. Not that he supposed that this would last long, in spite of Edward's declaration that he would become a different man.

The Satyr Club was nothing more than a high class brothel for those who could afford to pay for their perverted tastes. It was run by a madam who, unlike other women in a similar position, would not permit the usage of her real name and insisted on being addressed as Madame.

The interior of the large house was mainly decorated in red plush and gilt, except for the 'special' rooms, and was warm, as was necessary for the comfort of the patrons and the naked or near naked women who entertained them. A lasting smell of cheap perfume, perspiration and cigar smoke seemed to pervade the entire place, which very rarely received an airing.

There was no main dining room, but food was provided in a series of alcoves which, according to size, accommodated from two to six persons. Charles chose one for four and upon taking his seat immediately ordered champagne.

The alcoves were arranged in a semi-circle and on the wall at the other side, facing the clients, was a large frosted glass panel. Behind this was a constant dimly lit display of naked couples posing, cavorting or copulating. The whole scenario was meant as a fairly mild background entertainment, merely providing titillation for the pleasures to come later, but not to detract from the enjoyment of the meal. Here the chef was instructed to concoct meals of an aphrodisiac nature, oysters always being on the menu.

Earlier in the week Edward had held a larger party for his friends where the only entertainment had been a troupe of girls attired in flimsy garments who danced before them. The purpose of tonight's episode was, however, to see that his lustful urges were satiated for sufficient time to allow him to initiate his bride to be into his habits. He knew that these would have to be somewhat tamed in the future but he considered that the prize was worth the sacrifice.

They partook of the oysters and roast duckling but declined the rich puddings which they felt might somewhat impair their performance. When they reached the brandy and cigars, Madame came up to Charles and asked discreetly if the gentlemen would now wish for some feminine company as a preliminary move towards the rest of the night's entertainment. Charles looked at Edward inquiringly and he, thinking that it may be advisable to obtain some early relief from their ardour in order to prolong what was to come, agreed.

Madame brought two young women to their table, both probably in their early twenties, one blonde and one brunette. Edward summoned the latter to sit beside him. They plied the women with the gin they had requested and, shortly afterwards, both men began to fondle the breasts easily accessible in the low cut bodices.

The two men presently got up from the table and went to the lavatory where, having no wish to contract the clap, put on condoms and then returned. Seated once more they called for more gin but only small brandies for themselves: after all there was the rest of the night to consider.

They each pulled the women onto their respective laps, having first raised their skirts and unbuttoned their own trousers beneath the cover of the cloth. Almost simultaneously, they pulled the women's legs apart and jammed up into them. The women, as they had been taught to do, uttered expressions of delight and proceeded to jiggle up and down on the wildly moving organs beneath them. Edward and Charles had no wish to prolong this episode, so quite rapidly they reached their climax and moved the women off their laps. They buttoned their trousers, threw some money on the table and made their way to the upstairs rooms.

Madame, who knew their preferences but not in which order, inquired what was their first pleasure. The two men looked at each other.

"It's your night, my dear man," said Charles.

"Flagellation first, I think." said Edward. Then turning to Madame, "Who have you got for us tonight? Not a scarred one, I hope."

"No sir. This one has not done this before but as she has monetary difficulties with her family, she is willing to earn extra money. Rosa!" she called out.

A girl of not more than eighteen came from behind the curtain. She was on the plump side with full breasts and an ample behind. The two men looked at each other, well pleased with the choice.

There was a large wooden contraption in the centre of the room, rather like stocks. There was a thinly padded strip on which the victim knelt, two cut out sections for the breasts and a broader top piece on which to rest her chin.

"Shall I fasten her?" asked Madame.

"No. We will do that, now leave us." Edward replied.

Rosa looked at the contraption with horror on her face. This delighted the men.

"Have you not seen one of these before?" asked Charles. She shook her head. "Well, that is all the better for us. Now kneel down."

She knelt and both men took off their trousers, flinging them onto a nearby chair. They raised the top section then pushed her forward until her breasts protruded in the front and her ass behind. Then they brought down the top panel and fastened it so that she could not move and secured her wrists to the side with rope.

Next they went to a rack on which was hanging a variety of implements for the purpose. They chose a light riding crop and a whip with four tails. Then Charles reached in his trouser pocket for a coin and tossed it.

"Heads or tails?"

"Heads," Edward called and heads it was.

He picked up the riding crop and, before commencing, pulled her head back and thrust his penis into her mouth but he did not stay there for long. He was anxious to get started.

"Can't do too much damage," he told Charles. "This is my night. Right, let's start."

Edward first scrutinised the large breasts projecting from the opening and then brought down the riding crop on them in a series of blows, pausing between each one to see the effect. She screamed and, urged on by this, Charles immediately started whipping her behind. They continued until there were a number of welts on the exposed sections of her body.

"Time to change ends," said Edward.

They did so, ignoring the tears streaming down the poor girl's face.

"Thank you, Charles. You have left me quite a number of untouched spots." Charles acknowledged this remark with a mock bow.

Edward then started to whip her buttocks, taking care to strike the places which had not yet tasted the whip, including some way down the backs of her thighs. Charles, thinking they had enough and that her breasts were more vulnerable, walked down to the other end to watch Edward and urge him on.

"You are making a good job of that," he commented "But I think you could go a little harder."

Edward increased both the pace and severity of the whipping, only stopping when he saw he had drawn blood in one or two places. The whipping had temporarily satisfied his lust and his penis hung limp once more.

They released the girl whose screams had stopped and was now sobbing. Edward took out two guineas and gave them to her.

"As it was your first whipping, these are for you. Now quickly, go and hide them from Madame. We will see she is paid separately."

Gasping her thanks, she grabbed the money and rushed behind the curtain to the room beyond. They gave her a moment or two to hide her bounty before summoning Madame.

She came in. "What next, gentlemen? Do you wish for one girl or two?"

"Just one, I think," said Charles. "We have always believed in sharing amongst friends."

"There will shortly be an exception to that," commented Edward.

"Yes I know, dear chap, certainly not your wife but, for tonight ..."

They went into an adjoining room which contained a small table, two comfortable chairs and a large bed. This room had a much more sumptuous appearance than the one they had just left. They sank in the chairs.

"More champagne, I think," said Edward. "That was thirsty work." They lolled back in the chairs, sipping their drink and smoking a cigar. As they would be paying for the entire night, there was no hurry and Madame knew better than to reappear before she was summoned.

After a while Edward said, "Well, back to work." He rang the bell for Madame. "Bring in the next girl, if you please." Madame, knowing that Charles liked blondes while Edward preferred brunettes, compromised and she ushered in a red haired woman in probably her late twenties.

Edward ordered, "Get into the centre of the bed on all fours." As she carried out his order Edward knelt at the top and introduced his penis into her mouth while Charles stood back.

"As it is your night, dear boy, I will leave the tightest entry for you."

"Obliged," replied Edward. These were professional women and this one did not have to be told what to do. She worked her tongue around Edward's penis and took it deep into her mouth. After the first few minutes however, this ceased to excite him.

"Shall we change ends?" he asked Charles who, as he preferred oral attention anyway, was quite happy to oblige.

There was usually a jar or bottle of lubricant available in the rooms and Edward, knowing his rather excessive proportions, first rubbed some over his shaft before thrusting it up her anal entrance. Experienced as this one was she cried out, but Edward continued relentlessly. After having previously partly arrested their lust with the women in the dining room, they continued for some considerable time. Then Edward began to get bored. There was not the fascination in taking whores that there was with uninitiated girls and he reached his climax and withdrew, leaving Charles to reach his.

They resumed their places in the chair and ordered more champagne. Later Edward enquired "Any more?"

"Not for me," replied Charles. "I think I'll go home to bed, but you stay for a while. It could be some time before you come here again."

He dressed, left the room and went to pay Madame. Edward continued sitting and drinking, staring into space. He did not wish to think over the events of the last few months, not now and certainly not here. He rang the bell for Madame once more.

"Have you a nice young brunette?" he inquired.

"I have a beautiful half coloured girl who has never been touched." she replied.

He did not believe the last part of her statement but said, "Go and fetch her."

The girl was very young with long dark hair and, apart from her darker complexion, reminded him a little of the girl who was about to become his wife. He began to become erect once more. When Madame had left the room he asked her. "Is it true you have not yet had a man?"

"Yes sir, quite true."

"Then I will try to be reasonably gentle with you," he said.

As she had earlier been taught, she went to the bed, lay down on her back and opened her legs. He went over to her and just as he was about to mount her, stopped and reached for the lubricant. Nevertheless as he pierced her she cried out, but by now any sympathy for this paid object had gone and he drove into her furiously until he climaxed once more. He left the Satyr Club as dawn was breaking and returned to his flat.

He slept late and as he got dressed, he went over in his mind the events of the past few months, remembering when he had met the woman who was to become his wife. From the first moment he saw her, he knew he must have her. She was small, beautiful and had the type of luxuriant dark hair he most admired. Beneath the virginal look there seemed to glow a hidden fire which he longed to control if not extinguish. He smiled to himself as he likened it to breaking in a colt, something which had given him great satisfaction many times in the past.

Girls of that age, which he later learned to be eighteen, were never in good families allowed to go anywhere unchaperoned. He had known her father for some time and knew that he was now in dire financial straits and guessed that one of the things he wanted most was that his beloved daughter should make a suitable marriage. Edward's public image, together with his wealth, would make him an eminently suitable husband for her.

He had made quite certain over the years that no-one apart from one or two trusted members of his staff, a few friends and those who had been initiated into his practices, knew the real man behind the facade. In the past his participants had either been young virgins from poor families who were willing to sell their daughters and cared little for their future, or older women of better backgrounds but loose morals, eager to experience the excitement of anything different. Either way, he had found that there was little that money and sometimes professed love, could not achieve.

This one was different and he knew that if she was to be his to train as he desired, he would have to marry her and keep her silent beneath the cloak of the marriage vows. Anyway, he was fifty and it was time he settled down and possibly acquire an heir to his self-made fortune. However, he had no intention of changing his lifestyle and habits, merely adapting them somewhat.

The vision of her in the mellow light of an autumn afternoon was still sharp in his mind. He recalled how, when she and her father had crossed the lawn to meet him, she had blushed slightly beneath his scrutiny.

"Jane," her father had said. "This is Edward Lindsay. Edward, my daughter, Jane." He had taken her hand and kissed it and the three of them had walked back to the large but now shabby house where tea had been served by one of the few remaining servants.

He and her father had discussed mostly politics and business and from time to time Edward had made an effort to draw Jane into the conversation, inquiring as to her interests, her taste in music etc. When she had said she was especially fond of Mozart, he had said.

"I do hope that if we become better acquainted, your father will permit me to escort you to a concert some time."

She had replied. "Thank you, I would like that."

Her father seemed to like him and made him welcome whenever he chose to call, which became more frequent over the following few weeks. Once they had dined with him at the large, rambling manor house which he had recently purchased.

He had eventually asked her father for her hand in marriage, but was told that any decision must come from Jane. Perhaps he would have been surprised to have learned that his proposal was not altogether received by her favourably. He would not have understood that, to her, he seemed old and totally unlike all the young men in the novels she had read with whom the heroine so easily fell in love. Neither did he know that some of her reticence was based on a certain feeling of discomfort which she experienced when she looked at him and saw him looking at her with an expression in his eyes which she did not understand.

As the weeks had gone by, however, he felt that she was becoming more at ease in his company and, to his delight, she had eventually consented to their betrothal. He was not aware that her father's ill health and anxiety for the future of his daughter after he had gone, had influenced her decision.

The wedding had been arranged for the Spring and the next few months flew by in hectic flurry of preparation for the wedding. Edward remembered, as he finished dressing, his own feeling of frustration during this time. He was anxious to get the nuptials over and start moulding her into his ways. However, his past military training which had taught him to control and so extend his satisfaction in his perversions, now helped him to show no outward signs of impatience.

Throughout their courtship he had treated her with courtesy, consideration and to some extent affection but he had never once expressed love for her. He had sometimes suspected that she felt some trepidation whenever he spoke of their future together as man and wife and, of course, had she realised it she had reason to do so.

He guessed that she was going unprepared to the marriage bed as she had no female relatives apart from an elderly aunt and, as far as he knew, very few friends and certainly no married ones to whom she could turn for advice. This, he thought, would be all the better, because he could then give her tuition into his ways. The wedding, of course, was to take place in the local church and Edward had hidden his atheism for the sake of convention, nullifying his conscience about using the House of God by generously contributing to the cost of the wedding reception for which Jane's father could ill afford to pay.

The rest of the day, he spent quietly. He made the final arrangement for the running of his business whilst he was on honeymoon and once more checked the details for the trip to Italy.

Their wedding day dawned bright and sunny and when Jane walked down the aisle towards him, her beauty almost gave him a lump in his throat. She looked so pure and innocent in the white lace dress that he began to wonder if he would have the heart to carry out all his intentions.

His kiss at the altar was gentle and later at the reception he felt that perhaps she was quite beginning to enjoy her newly married status. They were to spend the first night at a London hotel, beginning their journey to Italy the next day.