Dolcett Enterprises -
Sample "Play" Scene

Introduction to the Dolcett Enterprise
and "Club X" proposition

THIS IS NOT A SNUFF SITE, but a professional, private role-playing and "scene" club for those interested in exploring the wilder themes of sexual submission/slavery in the extreme, bondage, domination and sado-masochism (BDSM) in a unique and safe fashion. The club will be seeking subscriptions, support and more to establish the most sophisticated sensual and sexual entertainment and participation centres in the world.

To give you a clear understanding of our "Dolcett play" I have prepared a couple of stories, with a little help from the original illustrations.


Dancing Competition
by Hallin Dolcett

There are many entertainments planned for the discreet members of the Dolcett community's Club X21 and those who want to be a Dolcett girl.  Some are more demanding than others.  Of course it remains a world of volunteers only, but even some of the girls may not want to volunteer themselves for the regular Dolcett Dance Nights... or would you?

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The late summer evening was warm and the drapes had been drawn back from the grand terrace windows of Dolcett House.  Open to the twilight lit secluded garden beyond, the scene presented a lovely background for the Friday night's event.

Several House Slaves were already working hard to prepare the elegant setting for the Dance Competition.  At least a dozen members were expected to make entries and plenty of wine, snacks and other goodies were being laid on.

In the garden the roasting pit was been stoked, the fire lit and the butchery table prepared.  Some of the girl slaves worked on this with trembling fear, while others were brisk in passing around that activity, their erect nipples and glistening moist sexes indicating their own interest in all the preparations, perhaps their turn tonight, please?

Only two girls were immune to all the fear and arousal, they were the tall, muscular lifters used for carrying the loads to the roasting pits, and belonged to the Master's Private breeding collection.

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Sunset and the guests began to arrive, they were not the ones participating in the Dancing Competition, just spectators readying themselves for the arrival of the participants.  As with all Dolcett Club events each master or mistress brought one or two slave, guaranteeing that female livestock outnumbered male, and ensuring a plentiful supply of spare meat if the need and desire arose.  In some case these events also turned into trading auctions where owners exchanged their livestock for fresh meat.  This night the Club itself also had three new dolcett girls on offer for sale or slaughter.

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Finally, everything was ready as the first of the competitors arrived, Masters leading their slavegirls, wives, girlfriends, livestock, even a couple of daughters, into the room.

With each arrival the owners paraded their girl around the room, allowing all the Superiors present to pet and tug at the inferior girl's body.

All the girls were dressed for the evening out, but that soon changed as each Owner or their friends, or anyone they wanted to have the privilege, took time to strip the girl bare, playing with the slave's flesh, toying, teasing and tweaking the tender tormented toys.

One by one the girls were taken around the room, presented, stripped and then made available to all who wanted their use.  Tables, racks and a variety of other furniture allowed a diversity of positions to pose and torment any of the girls until the Superiors had enjoyed themselves.

This was only the warm-up for the Dancing Competition.  By the time everything was ready at midnight the girls had all been fucked, whipped and tormented in an imaginatively wide range of ways and were staggering under the strain of trying to stand upright as they were told to assemble at the end of the room.

Everyone knew about the unique Dolcett Dancing Competitions.  Owners were invited to offer up their property to participate, either for the challenge, to dispose of a girl or to demonstrate her value for future trading.

The Competition was a simple and straightforward event.  Any number of girls were to be hung by the neck, their hands free to grip the rope above the noose, and to hang there until the last girl was too exhausted to keep her neck free from the bite of the rope.

Strong girls could easily hold themselves for many minutes, weak ones would soon fail and hang, strangling slowly on the biting rope, hoping only that they survive long enough to be alive when the strongest gave in.

Unfortunately most Dolcett Dancing Competitions has a mix of strong and weak girls, and the dead ones were destined for the roasting pit outside.

Tonight there were eleven girls lined up under the nooses in full view of the audience and the live video broadcast cameras to all the members who couldn't be present for the Competition.

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Mona was the nineteen year old daughter of Doctor Preston the oldest of the doctor's eighteen daughters by his two wives and the first of them to have been brought to the Club.

Mona was nervous about the event but her birth mother, Anne, had reassured her that all would be well as they both dressed for the Special Dance Night.  Although a bright and perceptive girl Mona didn't pick up any clues as she and mum agreed to wear matching long backless haltered evening dresses in red silk.

"Don't worry about underwear," her mother assured her, "no one will notice."  Mona shrugged and accepted mom at her word, after all she and dad and Kim, dad's other wife, had spent many weekends at this Club and were often seen by Mona and the rest of the girls returning home laughing and happy from so many long weekends.

Although Mona knew nothing about the Club she had heard a few stories, about wild dancing, weekends of huge and glorious banquets and so much else that she was thrilled to be invited to join. Dad was certainly reassuring, saying she'd make a real impression on everyone there and was certain to become a valuable member of the Club once here name was entered, and that was why she was happy to sign the membership and guest form her mum gave her to complete.

On arrival Mona was at first excited, then curious and then startled by the reception awaiting them.  With her mum on one are and Mona on the other Doctor Preston made an impressive entrance.

It was at that moment that Mona realized that this private Club was unlike any other, for in front of her other gentlemen guests were actually undressing their own escorts, their wives, or girlfriends or someone!  Mona couldn't keep her eyes from staring as she stood in the doorway and watched as women were being guided, laughing and eagerly, around the room.  Some women were already undressed, and she saw, totally undressed, and there was lots of, sex, happening around the room.

Turning quickly to here mum Mona saw she was leaning past her father's broad chest to wink at her.

"There's a first time for everything dear," her mum said, "at least this time I'll be with you all the way."  She took Mona's arm, pulling her close and, leaving the Doctor standing and grinning at the two girls, led Mona through the crowded, heated, and very lively room.

At first Mona wasn't sure what to do, allowing her mum to lead her and tell her all about it.

"You know the Club is for the Best People in Town?"  Mona just nodded.  "Well it's also for teaching us women our true place in life."

"Huh!?"  Mona looked away from the way a girl only a couple of years older than herself was being fucked front and read by two elderly men, and looked like she was enjoying it.  "I don't understand?"

Her mum hugged her, her warmth coming through as their flesh squeezed close together.  "Honey, you know the facts of life by now, we're breeders, our whole purpose in life is to serve and be served up to men, like your father, the best men in Town deserve all the best females so each generation is better than the last, and those who don't make the grade don't deserve to reproduce!"

Mona looked around the room as they continued moving through it, all the girls being put to use. "And this?"  She asked.

Her mum chuckled.  "Honey, this is our purpose in life - to please men!"

Mona looked around at the wild party of drinking and sex on display until her mum halted.

"Here we are honey, come on!"  They'd reached a small stage in the centre of the large room they'd now circled.  Taking Mona's hand her mother led her up the steps onto the circular platform.

Mona's hear raced as she mounted the steps. skipping beats as her smiling mother led her up to the platform and slowly turned her full circle so that everyone in the room could take in the view of both, red dressed females on display.

"Masters!"  Mona's mother spoke up loudly and proudly, startled Mona could see how erect her mother's nipples were under the thin silk, until she realized her own were almost as large and proud, she blushed as her mum spoke. "I present my eldest daughter for your pleasure!"  Her mum stood behind her and took her shoulders, whispering, "head up Mona," Mona complying, "shoulders back", Mona obeying, "good girl!"  Mona smiled within.

"Here," her mum continued, "is one of the finest young pieces of property you'll find tonight."  Her soft, gentle hands glided down Mona's back back.  "Let me show you." A flick of the hand and Mona's dress was unzipped.  Before Mona could react, such was her daze at the events and her position on the platform, her mother had unhooked the halter and tugged the dress down, with a gasp from Mona, overwhelmed by a cheer from the assembled men and women, she found herself nude in front of the crowd.

"Shoes off!" Her mother's voice was firm but had the deep throaty warmth that gave her comfort, making Mona respond without a thought.  Another cheer arose as the crowd saw Mona's compliance.  It was both comforting and worse to know that her mum was holding her arms down by her side.  Her mum was here, safely with her, but preventing her from protecting herself, her exposure, from all the keen observant eyes inspecting every angle.

"Hold still Mona!" Her mum whispered, then, in a louder voice to the crowd.  "Here she is in all her young glory!"  Crack!  Her hand came down hard on Mona's behind.  "A firm ass, with plenty of meat and virtually no fat!"  Her hand swept around the front.  Slap!  "A firm young belly, untouched by breeding, but good stock!"  She laughed, and many in the crowd joined in.

Her hand came up and cupped one breast.  "See how her nipples salute you all!"  More laughter.  And her hand grazed over Mona's heart as her mum spoke more softly, leering at the crowd, "and she's so eager for use."  Her hand dropped quickly, into Mona's crotch and stroked her vagina.  "And here Masters, the proof, if you ever need any, moist, warm and ready to cook!" More laughter, of a particularly different kind that Mona couldn't understand, not that she was really listening too intently.

"Masters, here is my daughter, whom I offer to you for your pleasure.  She may become your slavegirl, breeder, pet, property or whatever fate you choose - my daughter, Mona!"

The crowd cheered loudly while Mona's mind spun in turmoil.  What had her mum said, slavegirl, breeder, what?  But she was only nineteen, this was only a Dance night, wasn't it?

"Mum?"  She turned.  

"Shush now Mona,"  her mum placed a gentle finger on her daughters lips.  "Here, help me, she turned her back to Mona, "unzip me."  Mona hesitated, her mum smiled over her shoulder, "you don't think I'd let you go on your first Dance alone did you, quickly, our Masters don't like to be kept waiting!"

Fumbling with here mother's zip Mona took a quick look at the crowd, already there were several men lining up by the steps with proud erections, and a couple of other women waiting their turn on the platform.

A cheer went up as Anne's dress fell and she kicked it away with her shoes to join the pile of discarded clothing by the platform.  Taking her daughter's hand she led the way back to the steps.

"Come on bitch, that's all we are now until after the dance, just men's bitches, let's go see what your father's arranged."

Quickly, brushing through the crown with brief, bowed shakes of the head, Anne led Mona back towards the door, where they met their father the good Doctor Preston.

This was another startling surprise for Mona, not only was her father as nude as she and her mother, but he was proudly erect, and held a lovely naked young woman in one arm.

The moment she arrived before her husband and Owner Anne kneeled tugging Mona down beside her. "Down here bitch!"  She said. "Our Master commands us."

Uncertainly and queasily Mona knelt, her face now only inches away from the proud masculinity of her father.  What a startling, fearful, yet somehow exciting change was overcoming her, here she was kneeling nude, and aroused in front of her naked father and next to her mother, whose nature as a slave was only now being revealed, and somehow, in some way she couldn't quite understand, it was all okay.  She loved her daddy.

"Good girls!"  Her father leaned forward to caress first her mother, then herself.  "I'm very proud of two such fine bitches, a good sign for all the other girl bitches at home who'll eventually come to share your destiny."  His cock throbbed.  "Now Anne, show this young bitch how to serve a Master."

"Yes Master!"  Anne grinned and opened her mouth to take one side of her husband's cock, her arm tugging Mona so close there was no way she couldn't misunderstand.  With only the briefest hesitation Mona opened her mouth and, lightly, then with full vigour, began kissing and caressing the other side of her father's cock with her lips and tongue.

"Slowly," her mum encouraged her between licks and kisses, "not like a silly porn star, you're a Master's bitch and you serve his pleasure, give all you have to him, your love, your care, your flesh."  Munch, munch, lick, lick.  "It's not just a quick fuck, this is the only life you'll ever live, bitch."

"Yes mummy."

Under her lips Mona felt her daddy's pulsations increase, her eyes seeking her mum's for guidance. Her mum winked back at her dipping her head down to suckle her Master's balls.  Mona followed suit, even daring to lick deep below his crotch and the top of his thigh.

"Hmmmm," he hummed, "this young bitch is a natural."

Mona felt a thrill tremble warmly through her at the compliment.

"It's time to drink me, bitch!"  Mona felt her father's hand on her head pushing her back, then around.  She glanced at her mum, who was grinning and nodding at the tip of her father's cock.  Mona instinctively knew what to do, her mouth opening wide as her father entered her deeply.

Her lips closed firmly around her father's cock while her throat opened in natural reflex, the back of her tongue and throat acting to squeeze and pleasure her father's manhood as he began thrusting himself deep into her, pressing her face hard against his body.

Although she wanted to reach her hands up to help and defend herself, she was prevented as her mother pulled her wrists back, leaning forward to whisper encouragement.

"Bitches are just meat for men's pleasure not our own, we serve them, we obey them, we are nothing without them.  Our life is their's not ours, we accept our life from Him, we give our life to Him, we are bitches, we are fuckmeat, nothing else matters."

In her heart and mind Mona nodded agreement as her father's cock pulsed stronger, she relaxed her arms, feeling her mother's grip lessen.

"Good bitch."  Her mother said, as her father exploded within Mona's throat and she drank all he gave her, his gift, her duty.  She knew then that she really was a good bitch.

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