Anyone for Tennis, Dennis? Ch. 15 - Sex Stories

Anyone for Tennis, Dennis? Ch. 15

Chapter 15--Stopping the Peak

"You are free Friday?" Dennis had asked.

"Can be." I said, hoping for another night out.

"Come to The Hall as soon as you are finished at work." He said. "Amelie is to feed us. Then we go out."

Dennis did not offer any further information. And I could hear from his demeanour that it was best not to ask. As usual he wanted to be in charge and surprise me.

So on Friday evening I walked to The Hall as soon as I got back from work. I was hoping for a good night. It had been a hectic few days in the office.

It was almost automatic for me to shed my clothes by the main gate and clip the collar and leash on, even though the weather was turning, and it was a bit cooler than it had been when I started doing this back in the summer.

At the main door, Remy answered to my knocking.

"Julie. Come in."

Remy was wearing a deep-crimson, silk, blouse, with a black, studded-leather, collar. She had a below-the-knee, black, leather skirt and high-heeled, black, ankle-boots. Very unlike the grey Chauffer uniform she usually wore. Her hair was tied back in a small pony tail.

"Come. We eat then get you dressed."

"Dressed? Huh? That is unusual." I commented

"Yes. But... well you will see." Remy smiled and had a glint to her eye that meant that she knew

something and I would probably not like/like it, in my usual love/hate of all things Dennis.

Amelie had prepared a wonderful seafood risotto. She was wearing a short, pinkish, ...

... cotton, print-dress.

Dennis was helping set out things on the table. He was dressed in leather and silk: Black shining silk shirt, tight, black, leather trousers with a wide leather belt, from which was hanging a riding crop and a leather flogger.

"Bonjour little-one." Dennis stopped what he was doing to step closer to kiss me. He fondled my naked butt as he led me to a chair at the side of the table.

"Sit. Dinner in a few minutes."

It was.

And it was delicious.

It felt a bit odd with me being naked and the other three of them dressed.

Still...

We all made small talk while we ate.

Whenever I tried to ask about what we were going to be doing or where we were going, I was told. "Non. Do not spoil the food. Food is important." By one or other of the three. "L'estomac gouverne l'esprit, The...the stomach rule the mind. You cannot think right or behave right if hungry. Food first."

Well yeah!

When we had eaten and cleared away, Dennis led us up to the room I thought of as 'His Play Room' I had been inside but not seen it until now.

He had a collection of devices that could only be described as kinky. Things for sitting on or in for pain or sex or both. There were various ropes and pulleys hanging from wooden rafters across the ceiling. I recognised ones that had held me all those weeks ago. Along one side of the room were a set of wooden cupboards.

From one of these cupboards Dennis pulled the black, corset that he had bought for me a few weeks ...