The House of Flesh · Part 1

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The advert said the job paid £40 per hour!. What could I do with that sort of money? As a student money is always difficult, and the prospect of paying off all my loans for years to come was not appealing. This could sort my finances out for good and then some. Evenings only, it sounded too good to be true. I decided to apply.

The telephone call was brief. I was surprised. They did not want to know much, just my age. I was offered an interview at 6.30pm.

The house of flesh is an exclusive club. Only rich people can afford it. Few people have been inside. Rumours abound about what might go on inside. I approached gingerly and explained to the camera who I was.

“ Please come in Miss Ashton.,” was the remote reply. There was a buzz and I was able to open the door.

Inside was a plush entrance hall. Nothing out of the ordinary. A man at the desk directed me to an office. More plush fittings and another man behind an enormous desk.

“Please come in and take a seat.,” he said warmly, “my name is Mike.”

I sat down, overawed by the sheer extravagance of everything. They could obviously afford the salary.

“Let’s get straight to the point,” he said. “The House of Flesh is an exclusive club., that much you probably know. We offer meals, and drinks in a unique environment. What ever you may have heard we are not a brothel, or a place of drunken orgies. We do however have nudity, Does that bother you?”

“That depends,” I said cautiously, “Would I be nude?”

“Yes.”

“Would the guests be nude?”

“I see, a sort of nude waitressing?”

“Not exactly. The easiest thing is for me to show you.”

“Fair enough.”

He took me back into the entrance hall and towards two massive doors. Inside was a very large room with dining tables, seating area and a bar. It was magnificent. With chandeliers and solid oak floor. My eyes were immediately drawn to the central dining table. A round table with 12 placings, silver cutlery and crystal wine glasses and a unique central decoration.

A pole came out of the centre with a global light at the top, and at the bottom was a naked woman. She was kneeling, her knees splayed out, her hands behind her, a lattice of rope holding her in place. She did not look distressed and was not struggling at all. Her eyes were fixed on a point somewhere on the wall. As I surveyed the room I could now see various women also nude and bound, all different races and colours. Some were acting as light fittings, some were tables, or flower stands. One was just in a decorative position standing on 1 leg, one hand behind her back the other outstretched, the other leg bent towards her back, it looked dreadfully uncomfortable.

Closer inspection would reveal a metal frame supporting her weight. Some of the women wore gags, others did not. Some had what looked like a leather thong protecting their sex, others had rope pulling up inside them. The amount of rope around their bodies varied. Each looked beautiful in their own way.

“They are all here by their own free will,” Mike said, “after answering the ad you just answered.”

“How long do they stay like this?”

“For the duration of the evening. We normally close at eleven. They get paid ‘til midnight, to allow for the time it takes to free them.” He explained. “Longest employees get freed first,” he warned, “so as the latest recruit you would probably be here close to midnight.”

“Why are some gagged and some not?”

“Personal choice. Speaking is not allowed, and we frown on squeals or other complaints.”

“What about touching? Are the guest allowed to touch?”

“Most just like to look, we do not forbid touching, but guest must remain decently dressed at all times. You will notice however that each woman has something touching her vagina. The leather fittings have protrusions that reach inside, the rope holds a small bullet vibrator in place. Guests can pay to watch one of you reach orgasm. Some take longer than others. New girls tend to get tried out several times.”

I gulped. I had no idea whether I could reach orgasm if I was tied up or not. I have no experience of such things. The whole idea was outrageous.

“What if they can’t”

“That’s half the fun. The guests like a challenge”

I noticed a light fitting with no one at it.

“Is that for me?” I gestured.

“If you are interested, yes, but you will have to decide quickly, we open in fifteen minutes. There are of course full facilities for our employees, lockers, showers and so on. There is no time for a full tour. We take the safety and security of our employees very seriously. I have a contract here. If you are interested you just have to sign your name. Ben will take care of your clothes and sort you out a locker, James is responsible for the ropework etc.”

“Nice job if you can get it,” I muttered.

“He is very professional and will not abuse you in any way I promise. I am sorry but I need an answer.”

It was a lot to take in, but despite everything I knew I would accept. It should be embarrassing, but seeing all these women here already I felt sort of secure. If they could do it, so could I, and I really needed the money.

“We can discuss details later, just give me the contract and a pen, “ I said rashly.

“Hurry up and strip then, I will leave you in Ben and James’ capable hands.”

The men who appeared seemed ordinary enough. One had a full dress suit on, he introduced himself as Ben.

“I am in charge of security,” he told her, “any problems, you come to me. I keep all the keys, so when you are finished I will open your locker for you.”

“So you must be James,” I said peeling off my clothes as unselfconciously as I could.

“Two questions,” he said formally, “gag or no gag? Bullet or strap-on?”

“Gag, and what ever looks good, I have no preference.”

“Let’s get on with it then, stand with your arms raised high.”

“Be gentle,” I whimpered, my resolve disappearing fast..

James was quick and efficient. Within a few moments my hands were bound to the post just under the light. He worked quietly, binding my arms, bunching my breasts. He inserted the bullet and fixed the crotch rope like others I had Seen. The rope felt tight, I could not really feel the bullet but knew it was there. My ankles and legs were lashed together at the ankle and below the knees. Finally I was asked to open my mouth. I have never worn a gag, it felt strange having something in my mouth and not being able to swallow it or push it out.

“Beautiful,” James said, “You will be very popular.”

I grunted an acknowledgement.

“May I?”

I could not stop him of course but I was sure that if I indicated no he would have left me. As it was I could see no objection after all that was the general idea of the place. I lowered my eyes and nodded my head slightly. He was very gentle. His fingers touched my nipples making them spring to life. I gasped but nothing audible came out. I suddenly realised how vulnerable I really was. I also knew that I would be needing a gag every night.

“Perfect.”

I shivered from head to toe. I was already wondering what the hell I was doing, it was surreal. I also felt unbelievably aroused. I was very conscious of the ropes that held me. The crotch rope was very tight. My nipples stood out proud encouraged by James’ touch. I had little doubt that I could reach orgasm if vibrated. Just the thought sent more shivers through me “The controller hangs here,” he told me. Actually I could not really see where he indicated. “There is a financial bonus every time someone uses it.” Mike had not mentioned that. I suppose it implied paying for sex? Then again there was no actual sex involved in the strictest sense. I wondered whether James might have given me a demonstration, but no. There were new sounds coming near the entrance. I could not see a clock.

“The guests are arriving.,” James confirmed, “I have to go.” I had a sudden urge to use the bathroom.

It was impossible not to look and see who was coming in. Obviously I would not know any of them but curiosity is a strong instinct. From what I could see my bondage sisters were all in a world of their own. I envied their experience. I was scared silly.

“I hear we have a newcomer,” I overheard. I assumed they meant me.

The room started filling up. There was quiet music being playing, it sounded live. I could not see where it was coming from, but vaguely remembered seeing a piano in the far corner. I caught my first sight of a waiter, he was virtually naked but for a leather thong and a slightly comical white collar and bow tie. He also had on socks and highly polished shoes. Something for the ladies I assumed but I doubted if there would be male orgasms.

The evening progressed. I am not sure if I was ignored or just taken for granted. When you have seen one naked, bound woman you have seen them all? There was a general mutter of voices so I could not follow specific conversation until two people stood directly in front of me. I suddenly felt very self conscious. The urge to try and cover myself was overwhelming. It must have shown.

“I don’t recognise this one,”

It was a man, dressed in a cream dinner Jacket. It looked somehow wrong on him. His partner was dressed in a beautiful evening gown and I noticed a string of pearls. I was sure they must be real.

“I wonder where they get them from? I certainly would not do it. Are you going to try her out?” Her voice was prim.

It sounded carnal. I shivered involuntarily. That annoyed me. I felt cheap and nasty.

“Maybe later.”

I am not sure if I was relieved or disappointed. I forced myself not to stare at them focussing my eyes on the far wall, not that there was anything there. Eventually they left. I was not even touched.

I could just see the central table. It was full. The food looked fantastic. The Woman in the middle looked unmoved. She was out of reach, or so I thought. She looked magnificent to me, somehow proud, even regal. There was no sign of strain on her face or even a flicker. As I watched one of the diners signalled to a waiter. I saw him sign something and receive a small object like a television remote. I could not tell if the girl saw, or if she did there was no reaction. Her composure was remarkable. I watched fascinated.. Then suddenly the waiter returned. There was an obvious sign of disappointment from the man who relinquished the device. I saw the waiter adjust it.

So there was a time limit. As far as I could see she had not climaxed, she had not even flinched. There was a flurry of animated conversation before someone else gained possession of the device. I was sure he set it to full power. I was wondering how long she would last when my attention was drawn to a new sensation inside me.

I had been so intent on the central table I had not noticed anyone approach. I now knew that the object was not to succumb. My guess was that the more you could resist, the more money you would earn from them trying. It was not as easy as it looked from a distance.

I am not a complete virgin, at least as far as vibrators are concerned. I have my own playmate, but I have never had a bullet vibrator inside me. As I was standing up it was not touching my clitoris directly but it’s vibrations were effecting the rope that was cutting me in two. I thought I was not being affected. I was wrong. Suddenly my body took over without me. I went hot from head to toe. I shivered and spasmed. I shut my eyes. I had never felt like this. I screamed into the gag. I’m sure something must have come out.

“Hey we’ve got a hot one here!”

The call brought a crowd.

“My turn.”

I lost all sense of reality. It was as if my whole body was shaking. There was pleasure, but it was tinged with something else. I lost count of how many times I came. I felt like my whole body was vibrating. If I had not been tied I am sure I would have fallen over.

“Shows over!”

I was vaguely aware of someone standing in front of me but they had their back to me. It was Ben. Apparently security included the well being of employees. As the crowd dispersed I was allowed to calm down.

“Are you O. K? I would rather not release you, it looks bad.”

I could not give a reply as such but I gave the slight nod as previous.

“You will be left alone now.”

I spent the rest of the evening in my own private world. I was embarrassed beyond belief. I felt dirty. I was also weary from the exertions. I had also just had the biggest orgasms of my life. There was a residual ache that felt almost pleasant. I had an even greater urge to use the bathroom and yet there was also a continued awareness of the ropes that caressed me.

“Don’t worry we have all been there.”

The words awoke me from my reverie. I recognised the girl as one who had been imitating a table.

“Welcome to the House of Flesh, I’m Jo.”

She removed the gag from my mouth. “We tend to help out at the end of the day,” she explained as I felt the ropes on my hands loosen “But James does pull the knots tight.”

“Maybe that was me,” I ventured shakily.

I was surprised to find several willing hand untie me. I was again surrounded but this time by naked girls.

“That was some performance.” I heard “You could be very popular.”

“I thought the idea was to resist?”

“Unless you are Moira, you will fail.” A voice said.

“Who’s Moira?”

“The one in the middle.” Came another voice, “no one has managed to get her off yet. She earns us all a fortune.”

I looked puzzled.

“We pool the fees.” Came the response. “Some of us don’t get the attention, especially if you are a table. It makes it fairer all round”

“The positions are rotated as well. Some are more difficult than others. You’ll get the idea. It changes on Sundays. except Moira of course. She is always on that table”

I was trying to decide if Moira was popular or not. There was certainly no sign of her.

“Where is she?”

“She doesn’t hang around. She was one of the first girls here I think. Come on let’s get you cleaned up. What do you think? Think you can handle it?”

“Does it get any easier?”

“That depends. Ben will keep an eye on you now. You might try one of the other methods, the reactions to them vary from person to person, unless of course you want to orgasm like that every night. I’m not sure I could cope with that.”

“What does Moira use?”

“A strap on, but I don’t know how she does it?”

“Maybe she just doesn’t show it. Have you ever asked her?”

“No one ever talks to her. She’s the first out and she’s gone before any of us are even free.”

I had my suspicions that Moira had been conning people all this time, either that or she was immune to mechanical stimuli. I quickly changed the subject.

“What happened to the girl I’m replacing?”

“She just moved on, we’re all here for the same thing: money. She decided she had done enough.”

The changing rooms were everything promised and more. It was pure luxury from the gold fittings to the shower creams and oils. There was even a Jacuzzi.”

Eventually we all finished. Ben was the only other person left, but he did not seem to mind “6 o'clock tomorrow, “ he reminded me. “There’s a few other formalities plus ‘last in – first done’. You might want to experiment with these,” he said passing me one of each device. “But don’t tell anyone I gave them to you.”

I wandered back to my digs in a daze. I was not unduly upset, but I was tired. I wondered whether I could do this every night and still get through my studies?

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