A BDSM festival play #RTKDungeonCrawl

A taste from the just-released 35th book of EXPLORATIONS, Emily's Festival!

This is how the third notebook continued. Remember that EOW was in the middle of describing the festival play at the midsummer festival of the great drama, in Rouen in 1872. 

The woman who was clearly meant to be the lady of the crusader knight who had brought the Whore of the East back to his castle rose as the whore was brought into the scene. 

"My Lord," she said, "what meaneth this strange sort of arrival? Who is this harlot, and how darest thou bring her into our home?" 

"This whore is for mine own pleasure, wife. Hussies, remove her garments, and get her over her bench of discipline, that she learn how ill it will go with her if she should question her lord's pleasures!" 

The other ladies, who seemed to be playing maids, helped their lady out of her gown, then escorted her to a bench, over which she lay, while at the same time the knight helped the Whore of the Nations up from the bench upon which she had been carried in. 

"Whore, remove my garments, and pleasure me while I beat my wife," said the knight. 

In the scene that followed, all four women felt both the rod and the staff of the knight. The placard "TERTIUM FUTUENDUM" was put up, and the audience indulged themselves: Edmund told me to get upon my knees in the grass and take his yard into my mouth, which obscured my view, of course, but the nature of the scene was clear enough. Edmund, as he always liked to do, held my head tightly and moved me up and down, enjoying, I thought, the retching sounds I made as much as the softness of my tongue and palate.

At the end of it, the whore was left alone with the lady and her maids. All were now naked; all bore the marks of the rod upon their shapely bottoms. 

"Ah, me," said the lady. "My lord hath decreed that we must do our duties naked for today. And I confess that my tender parts burn with desire for I know not what." 

"The like do mine," said the first maid. 

"And mine," said the second. 

All of them cast furtive glances at the whore, who was kneeling stage left, sitting back on her heels with her hands in her lap, looking down to where her folded hands covered her own virtue, then over to where the lady and her maids were feigning to work at the spinning wheel and the loom, stage right. 

"If only," said the lady, "there were some way that we might find release. I feel sure that I could be very kind indeed to anyone who might teach me how to soothe my aching!" 

Silently, the whore began to crawl toward them. My heart was in my throat, suddenly. Edmund's left hand had found my own virtue, and he began to work it. "Watch, whore," he whispered.

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The woman who was clearly meant to be the lady of the crusader knight who had brought the Whore of the East back to his castle rose as the whore was brought into the scene.  

"My Lord," she said, "what meaneth this strange sort of arrival? Who is this harlot, and how darest thou bring her into our home?" 

"This whore is for mine own pleasure, wife. Hussies, remove her garments, and get her over her bench of discipline, that she learn how ill it will go with her if she should question her lord's pleasures!"  

In the 35th book of Explorations, Victorian Emily watches the end of the great BDSM festival-play, while in the Prophettown guesthouse fantasy-Charles enjoys the charms of five girls of refreshment. Mf, Mfffff, anal, spanking, watersports.  

This book of Explorations contains fiction elaborating the following sorts of fantasy that you may wish to avoid: Mf, Mfffff, anal, spanking, watersports. It's intended for over-18 audiences who, like me, are interested in exploring the lines between pleasure and pain, dominance and submission, and fantasy and reality. All characters depicted are consenting adults.

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