The Table, Prelude

**This was written by a friend who was inspired from reading the rest of The Table. *blushes* How awesome is that?!**

I sit across the table from you, looking, observing. You are stunning this evening.  Hair pulled up exposing your delicate neck. Your evening dress accentuates your features.  The black material of the dress broken with thin hints of silver and gray. Your shoulders are exposed except for thin straps. Your cleavage captures my attention.

You look away, embarrassed by the raw unabashed attention. You take in the surroundings, we are alone. The dining room is of the highest caliber.It's opulence is not lost on you.

"How did you afford a membership here?" you inquire.

"Well, I could only afford to open the door," I replied looking around to illustrate my point. "I'm an associate member, I have to take steps to secure a full membership."

"Take steps?" another question.

"It isn't about money.  Lyle is the master of the club. He has no need for my money, he wants something more precious, more dear."

No question, just a quizical look in response.

"You", I say in an informational tone.

You set your napkin on the table and begin to rise, "I'm not,"

"Sit!" It is a firm tone, you have heard it before.  The implication is clear. "Your panties, now if you please" the tone now tinged with a hint of impatience. "Do not have me ask again.  Do not cause a scene."

Slowly you reach down.  The table hides your movements, but I can see you are adjusting yourself left and right, slightly bowing forward.  You offer me your black panties.  I take them in my hand, they feel of satin, there is very little material.

I snap a finger.  A well dressed man approaches your side.  I stand and hand your satin panties to him.  "Thank you, Sir" he offers in response. 

"If you care to relax in the game room, cigars and brandy are available to our valued members.I will take care of preparations."

You are alone with this strange man.

"Young miss" he addresses you, "Please stand and remove your dress".

You stare forward in disbelief. You are unable to even look in his direction.

"Young miss, I have no desire to hurt you.  Remove it or it will be removed." and then to help show the sense of complying "It appears to be a truly marvelous dress, it would be a shame for it to be damaged".

Slowly you rise.  Trembling, you slide the straps over your shoulder allowing the dress to fall to the floor.  Soon, at his insistance, you are naked, holding his hand, following this man to another room.

You stand docile until offered a seat.  You sit, legs together, arms crossed before your full breasts.  You can feel your heart beating.

"You feel scared, betrayed" he offers, "You shouldn't, your gentleman has brought you because you are of great value to him.  We have determined his price, membership here".  he continues "young wives, fiancees, beloved girlfriends, women of beauty with a sense of jeopardy are brought here as gifts."

You see him taking a wide polished brown leather belt and restraints from a chest.  He turns and displays them to you.  "This belt will be secured to your waist.  Your wrists, secured by these restraints, will be secured to your side.  You are a very fortunate woman, so docile, so obedient."  He steps behind you, you feel his hands on your shoulder.  "Many of our gifts require further preparation until they accept the result that you already know is inevitable".  His hands slide off your shoulders onto the sides of your arms "Please, stand" he commands softly.

You stand with your hands on your head.  He inspects your body briefly.  Caressing you.  Your arms, breasts, waist, hips feel his touch.  The belt is attached tightly to your waist, your breath is hindered.  One wrist is restrained and buckled to the belt.  The other follows.  "I am going to lead you into the game room.  You will be taken to a table where I will leave you.  You will be used by many men tonight.  It is best that you resign yourself to this fate.  When the members tire of you, we will see if your gentleman wishes to have you back."

"Is this understood?"  He asks. 
You nod.
"Say it" He instructs
"I understand" you tell him, resigned to what awaits "I will do what you have told me"

Prelude to The Table

The Table, Part Four

As she felt the hand slide up her thigh and leave her body, she whimpered. Her chin lifted while lips pressed against hers, soft sensual lips. Then a thick cigar was slid under her nose. She breathed in its woodsy sent.

She was helped to stand then lead to a large brown leather chair. As she sat down,two hands on her thighs pushed her legs open, her hands then placed on the arm rests.

"I want you to keep your eyes closed once I take off this blindfold." the voice was soft but strong. Once removed she lowered her head and kept her eyes closed.

The cigar was once more placed near her nose, then slid down her neck, over her shoulder and in between her breasts.

"Push your breasts together." She moved her hands up and gathered her large breasts, holding them together out in front of her. The cigar slipped in between them. Slowly in and out.

To be continued.

The Table, Part Three

As the evening progressed she found herself being used many times over. At one point her legs and arms had been untied and she was hoisted on to her knees with her ass propped into the air. Hands on her hair and hips, guiding her back and forth. With each thrust into her pussy, the cock in her mouth would push deep into her throat. She had no idea how much time she spend kneeling on that table nor how many people had used her.

She felt a hand on her back pushing her down onto the table and she was left. The noise in the room dissipated as the smoke started to clear. Her mind wandering as she felt her body relax. She knew she was not allowed to remove the blindfold until she was told.

As she was on the verge of falling asleep she felt a hand on her thigh, sliding up slowly. Moaning softly she opened her legs.

To be continued.

The Table, Part Two

The voices around the room continued with their conversation as the hand began its slow assault. Slowly one finger dipped between her lips, pressing against her clit. Before she realized, she let out a low moan. In that moment the dynamics of the room changed.

She felt herself being shifted so that her head was hanging off the side of the table. She opened her mouth and waited. As soon as she felt the first touch of a cock on her lips she felt a finger slip inside of her. Each time the cock slid in and out of her mouth so did the finger, then adding two more until she felt stretched on both ends.

She felt her nipples being twisted and pulled by she assumed the person whose cock was buried in her face. As he plunged deeper into her mouth she could feel his balls bouncing on her forehead. As his thrusts became more forceful she knew he was going to cum. She tried to block out the assault on her pussy. The hand and fingers had been replaced by a mouth and tongue. Licking her furiously, around her clit then down slipping inside of her.

She felt hands on her hair and her head held still as he pushed his cock deep into her throat and came hard. She tried to swallow quickly so she wouldn't choke. As quickly as it started, it was over and he pulled out. The mouth and tongue were removed at the same time, leaving her panting.

To be continued.

The Table, Part One

The blindfold had been placed tightly around her head, as she was being lead into the room she could smell the cigar smoke. Her guide led her to a large mahogany coffee table, sat her on the edge then pushed her back gently. Her arms had been bound to her side before she entered. Her legs were spread apart and tied to table. She was angled so that if she was pushed to one side, her head would hang over the edge of the table, leaving her mouth as available as the rest of her.

The room was extremely quiet. As the voices grew near she felt herself getting more excited. But as time passed no one spoke to her or about her. She could hear people shuffling near her, feel the chill from glasses being set next to her and occasionally feel clothing on her legs as people walked past her.

As she laid there, her mind began wander, picturing the men whose voices she could hear, talking bout real estate, stocks and golfing. As the cigar smoke thickened around her she could sense there was someone sitting close, staring at her.

She felt a glass set between her legs, slowly being pushed against her thigh. She shivered from the cold. After a few moments the glass was shifted to her other thigh, followed by a warm hand. This continued as the glass made its way up to her pussy. This time the glass was left for longer. Just when she thought she could not handle it anymore she felt a warm hand replace the glass.

To be continued.