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Join Mistress Bibi (professional Dominatrix, Goddess and Bitch) on another one of her adventures. Mistress of Ceremonies follows Bibi as she attends a fetish night at her CD/TV friend Ms Cherry D'Light's kink club. The story unfolds as she explores the club, meeting kinky guests and gets involved in the debauched evening's proceedings. The story contains vivid detail of kink, anal sex, strap-on, oral sex and bi-sexuality.

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Publié par	Andrews UK
Date de parution	24 septembre 2015
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781785383045
Langue	English

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MISTRESS OF CEREMONIES
Adrienne Maitresse

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Mistress of Ceremonies
published in 2015 by House of Erotica
an imprint of Andrews UK Limited
www.houseoferoticabooks.com
The right of Adrienne Maitresse has been asserted in accordance with sections 77 and 78 of the Copyrights Designs and Patents Act 1988.
Copyright © Adrienne Maitresse 2015
This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published, and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.
The characters and situations in this book are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happening.

Mistress of Ceremonies
Cherry’s club was characteristically cunning, cleverly concealed in the very core of a boring business park and camouflaged by its latent location. The faded yet functional frontage separated the venue from the conventional suburbia that surrounded it, but for those in the know the tell-tale red door was the covert confirmation they needed. It was indeed an optimal locale, donning a devilish disguise during the daytime and transforming in to a fetish façade after dark. Whilst it was effortlessly part of the periphery for most, thanks to successful sexual subterfuge, for some it was the kink filled crux of their fetish world and the opportunity for dalliance with a danger zone of escapism. Cherry had affectionately named the venue, the Inside Out Club, which was a brilliantly canny play on words, as she wanted it to be a place where your inner fantasies could become an outer realism.
It was also a luxurious and lavishly appointed fetish venue, where lustful libertines could gather and explore their own sexuality and where innate deep-seated desires could be outed. More often than not it was a hot and steamy sanctuary where being inquisitive was not going to get you in trouble. As Cherry often said, in her club curiosity never killed the cat, and on this particular night the only pussy in the house belonged to Mistress Bibi.
Ms Cherry D’Light - a fetish rubber wearing CD/TV with a penchant for tight shiny clothes, whose 6’ 2” towering stature sported a killer pair of legs and an alluring Australian accent, that appeared to have somewhat absconded over the years. Sometimes blonde and often brunette, Cherry liked to imagine herself as one of the cast from Priscilla Queen of the Desert, but in her own words she ‘sadly couldn’t fit her giant Choo shoe on her sports car’. Ever elusive, always aloof and easily evasive, we went back far too many years to admit to, and yet I still only knew her as Cherry and she only knew me as Bibi.
A Complete Diva and Total Vamp, my inaugural encounter with Cherry had been in the powder room of a long since obsolete kink club, when she had summonsed me to her side and asked if I could give her latex a good old buff before she made her way outside to greet her adoring public. I had commented on how great her outfit was, a black cheongsam style rubber mini dress with back zipper and red qipao buttons, which was suitably accessorised with black and red pvc thigh length boots. Cherry was sexy and sassy, having decided long before that night that in her opinion she looked miles better as a slender girl as opposed to a somewhat slim and narrow shouldered guy. She had honed her slutty tart look down to a tee and swore blind that it confused men but attracted women. It proved to be an astute observation, as I found out later that same night, when she had unforgettably fucked my ass off, I might add, for the one and only occasion ever. In addition, my initial impression of an effeminate frame was proven to be a delightful deception because in actual fact Cherry packed a full eight inches of pure pleasure.
Another irresistible quality that Cherry exuded was her utterly filthy as fuck mind. Unequivocally bi-sexual, Cherry absolutely adored playing with other good looking TV’s, girls, and bi- couples, and never tired of reminding me that “Bibi darling, there are just so many more buttons to push and that’s right up my alley”. She unquestionably loved sex and often informed me “well who doesn’t!”, and she fed her huge appetite and undiminished libido with hard core fucking whether it be via oral, anal, a pussy, or to Cherry’s delight all three if she could manage it. She also loved nothing more than luxuriating in a hot creamy facial from a titillating TV or the dominant dick in a bi couple, and I meanwhile cherished her steadfast style tips, professional advice and ever present make-up and nail tech skills. Moreover though, I adored Cherry’s unfaltering friendship and for being my constant confidant. That’s why we never fucked again after the first, and ultimately last time. We were firm friends and devoted divas, in a scene where fucking may be careful but is also quite correctly non-committal.
Cherry’s club nights for bi and bi-curious guys were always libidinously lavish affairs, a banquet of buggery if you please, complete with celebratory cocktails and cocks, and usually concluding in some overtly obscene way, often with one big orgy full of consensual carousal. Silver platters garnished with small sachets of luxurious lube, copious amounts of condoms in a furore of fabulous flavours and colours, and brand new butt plugs still sleeping in their shrink-wrap all gave an alternative meaning to the term amuse-bouche. Indeed, true to her name Cherry always managed to delight all those involved. Bi nights at Inside Out were designed to allow bi and bi-curious, non-cross and cross dressing guys to find their place on the continuum line linking heterosexuality and bisexuality. The clientele also included serial transvestites and closet queens all meticulously selected by Cherry herself, alongside interesting individuals who were all in some way connected to, or active in the kink, fetish, TV and BDSM scene. You could say it was far more fetterati than glitterati.
Even though the venue effectively evaded the prying eyes of the outside world, inside it was ostentatious and extravagant, but never pretentious, and it was only ever the activities that could be classed as vulgar, not the decor. For the bi and bi-curious guys that ventured forth, the inconspicuous entrance acted as a vanilla gateway to what had up until that moment often only been a futile fantasy. Taking those first tentative steps across the threshold opened up a portal of full-on fetish and fucking in a usually forbidden vault. These were suburban soirees with a subversive twist, and whilst not everyone’s cup of tea like an olive in a martini, they were definitely mine. And because such circus worthy performances necessitated a Master or rather a Mistress of Ceremonies, here I was as Ring Mistress Bibi.
Dressed to impress as always, that night I decided to rock an edgy leather ensemble which would elicit both chic and a kinky confidence. The carefully chosen costume comprised of a bespoke black and white leather corset which was fully steel boned and exclusively designed, and had from repeated wear become a wonderful waist trainer cinching in the curves to extoll the inflection points of the perfect hour-glass figure beneath. This was teamed with a naughty but very nice nubuck monochrome mini skirt with fabulous lace-up side fastening and a gorgeous pair of Giaro Italian black patent leather thigh highs supported by smoking hot super-high stiletto heels. Of course, as a Mistress I make it a rule never to travel to any event without some form of whip or flogger thus the whole outfit was completed with a matching ebony and ivory taws braided flogger, that boasted beautiful nineteen inch braids, each hand wound using black and white leather straps.