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.
Oil, Fire, Pain
(The Dolcett Villa will have many wonderful features for pleasure and play, some modern, some ancient. Here is a story to illustrate one of the traditional recreational areas of the House, although you may have to ship over your own girls.)
The slavegirl felt the heat of the sauna blowing out the door even before she had been led through it by her two older, more experienced female slave companions.
Unlike they she was nude, not even having the protection of shoes against the searing heat coming up through the marble floor. In a moment she was wincing, they struggling to stifle her cries as others in the baths looked on unashamed.
Quickly she was led through the rooms of the Roman lord's private bath house, feeling the occasional pinch or slap of a hand from some elder, Lord or Lady as she passed by.
She thought the heat and pain wouldn't end until her companions led her to a low, cool marble table where she was made to lie. Laying mats on the floor for their bare knees the two girls began to systematically massage and oil the young girl's body. It was a sensual and gentle experience and would have been more pleasurable except for the frequent interruptions from men who came to partake of the slave.
At a signal from one or other men, the two girls would open and assist in any use required of this slave's holes. Her knees would be lifted and splayed if desired first for inspection of her sex then swift penetration, or she would be turned on her belly and legs and buttocks spread wide for that form of entry. Twice only she was drawn to the end of the table her head lifted over the edge and mouth served open for their pleasure.
Soon though these older men tired of their small morsel and moved on to other entertainment or just lay back on the benches nearby to watch as others came to use the girl. It seemed an age and she did drowse in the stifling heat as the massage and usage continued.
Eventually it came to an end and the two women told her to rise. To kneel on the table and lift her wrists for the shackles that were fastened on them. Then again she was forced to cross the burning floor barefoot into another room.
Here in the floor of the room an iron grating had been lifted up over a small chamber. Without pause the women briskly attached her wrists to the grating and forced the girl down into what she now realized was a low cell. the heavy grating slammed down over her head, but she hadn't noticed, the first cry of pain from the heat searing up through the metal floor sent her jerking up and aside to try and escape.
There was no escape, only by lifting herself on the grating could she lift her feet from the floor. There was no other purchase anywhere in the room except, she now saw, two small grills in the wall facing her on each side of a wide opening through which she could see the burning coals of the fires that heated the baths beyond. Quickly she planted her feet on the grills, they too were hot, but not as much as the solid floor.
Relieved for a moment she contemplated her situation, legs now spread wide, her oiled body dripping with the sweat of her strain and the heat, the pain of the shackles and her efforts. Then she realized why there was a window overlooking the fires. Through it the lords from above came strolling past to peer in at her agony.
The minutes and what seemed like hours passed as she hung there slowly giving in to the exhaustion until she cold only hang helpless. Eventually even the strain on her legs gave way and her feet fell to the floor, with a cry she surrendered.
Relief came moments later. her feet were burnt but the grating was lifted by two strong male slaves from the gardens.
They easily raised her from the cell and took her back to the marble table, where her exhausted body was laid out.
The two women came again, with wine and grapes, and more oil to refreshen her. She fell asleep on the table as their hands slowly eased the strain away. Her final thought then was that at least she didn't have the savage scars that marked the women across their bodies.
Her master woke her some time near dawn with a caress. The women were still there. She stretched awake then was seized up by her wrists. Without ceremony she was quickly carried backwards, her sore feet lifted by one male slave across the room with the cell and through a curtain into what she could see was a smaller room.
Shackles were attached to each wrists and before she could realize it she was hauled bodily back then upwards against a marble pillar. Her arms spread wide and she rose up until, her head twisting this way and that, she could see that the ropes carrying her were being dragged over a cross bar also of marble.
When her wrists had reached the bar her ascension halted.
The two woman seized the girl's ankles and quickly drew them up and back to the sides of the column where they were restrained in such a away as to leave her knees bent and forcibly spread wide.
She was gasping now for fear and breath, only her ability to take some of her weight on her ankles allowed here to breath easily. She looked down as the Master's guests gathered around to admire her position commenting on the tone of her flesh on the shapely points of her muscles, the perfect little amazon they laughed.
The Master appeared now holding a long whip and informed her of her fate. She was to be whipped, just like his other slavegirls. And if she survived that and the day on the cross then perhaps he would release her into his service.
Other lords commented that they would bet on how long she would last or would she die there before her initiation was complete. Master smiled drew his arm back and began. Slash, the whip came across her face, she cried out and was ignored, slash again across her breast, and so it began.
Her body writhed and cried as the whipping went on and on, her blood mixed with the sweat and the oil as men and women watched and sipped their wine.
Now the slavegirl realized why the other women had such ruinous scars across their bodies, and why there were so many simple graves in the pastures below the great house.
The END.
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