He held my head tight to his groin, cupping my nose in his nest until he gradually softened. With a tiny stroke across the back of my skull he slipped out of my mouth. Boiling tears suddenly pricked my lids under the blindfold, whether from the emptiness in my mouth or from the tenderness of his brief caress, I wasn't sure.

When his touch vanished, I noticed that Chapelle's stimulation had ceased and the pounding need between my legs was even more agonizing than earlier. I waved my arms and hips in the bonds to attract attention and was rewarded with a cold thrust into my pussy. An inanimate article bulged inside me and something was strapped along the length of my pounding slit and then tied around my hips.

“Please be so kind as to join us for dinner in the Red Room,” Valentine murmured into my ear as he inserted the metal plug inside me and its metallic chill silenced my immediate rapture.

Had my arms not been pinioned high over my head, I would instantly have reached out for him and pressed my aching flesh into his broad chest. By the time I realized my bonds had been unshackled and I reached up to pull down the blindfold, even before my eyes grew accustomed to the exterior vision, I knew both men were gone from the room.

Every inclination was to reach my own fingers to my exposed breasts and tug on the hard bullets but I was sure this was another test. I knew Valentine was somehow watching me, had probably been observing my excessive emotions throughout the day he'd kept me chained up.

I had to repress my avarice and wait for his pleasuring. As I pulled down the zip along the ridge of my ass, I discovered that I was content to withhold my release. It was torture but it was sweetly intense. All I wanted was for Valentine to take charge of my climax. Now that I was no longer imprisoned, a certain euphoria came over me and I was as satiated as though I'd thundered through orgasm. I could not wait for another session of surrender with my new boss.

It crossed my mind to leave my breasts exposed during dinner, they felt so divinely luscious pushing out between the heavy golden zippers. I was amazed at the discovery of just how deep the desire ran through my physical cells. But I had not been told to do so and as I had no idea who I might pass in the halls as I searched for the Red Room.

I certainly didn't relish the prospect of running into the venerable Delilah with my tits exposed for her perusal. I pressed the flesh mounds back into the recesses of the leather. The scratch of brass across my nipples helped to tamp down my fervent hunger. I left the dungeon to seek out my two new masters, keen to find out what delicious new experiences the night would uncover.

I wandered the various long passages of Chateau Valentine, hobbled by the thigh-strangling tight leather mermaid skirt that clutched my legs tight down below the knee. The full length heavy brass zipper skimmed along my ass crack all the way to the hem, eliciting thrills of sensation with every pinched step. The screaming high heels, toe points that could kill like a stiletto blade, further impeded my natural confident stride.

And of course, the plug Valentine had buried inside my pussy was awkward to walk with. The sensation of having it lodged inside me, grinding against my walls, brought my focus constantly back to my begging pussy and the twinges of hunger in my clit.

Completely lost, not one of the many double doors I peaked behind contained a room that was red. A dining room would naturally be off the main hallway except the vast chateau was beset with so many long halls, each grew bigger and longer. Every door I peeped behind contained a reception room or lounge, grander than the last. And Valentine had a schizophrenic sense of design, where the decor veered from French antique opulence, bordering on the palace at Versailles, to Hollywood chic minimalism.

One room was a vast wall of windows opening to the view of the vineyards, colored a deep tangerine gold as the last of the sun dropped into the distant ocean. It contained a Mid-Century Modern sunken sofa and a Marcel Wenders knotted rope chair that made me giggle, with illicit thoughts of bondage. A full zinc-topped bar and pool table with blood red baize completed the den.

Perhaps he had a highly developed sense of juxtaposition, as designers liked to call the offsetting of opposing eras and styles to create what was known in the trade as eye-pop. Did he need a designer to pull his taste into alignment? Or could it be that Jay Valentine didn't really know what it was he really wanted and decided to have everything?

I pulled my head back from the door and my heart hurled itself into my mouth at the sight of the figure standing to my side. The startle was painful, as the metal and leather I was fastened into like a shroud tugged on my flesh giving new meaning to jumping out of my skin.

“What are you doing here?”

The assistant had her arms folded across her ample chest exactly like a vicious nun at convent school. The low scoop neck top exposed the white hills of her breasts. Suddenly I felt guilty from the assumption etched across her beautiful but despicable face. It was like being right back at boarding school where everything I did had been presumed to be bad.

“I, I'm looking for the dining room,” I stuttered.

“You are consigned to eat in the worker's quarters with the rest of the crew,” she said, in tones clipped closer than a military hair cut.

Crew? She made it sound like a film set and I was to eat with the atmosphere- as no-account movie extras are called.

“Actually I was requested to go to the red room, by our boss,” I replied with a small surge of satisfaction at the momentary fall of her face before she smoothed her visage over again to impassive and unreadable.

Okay girlfriend, you are plainly declaring open warfare even though I've done nothing to challenge whatever authority you've scooped up for yourself in this household.

As we stood gazing each other down and sizing each other up for the prolonged battle we were plainly about to engage in, I contracted in a wince of shuddering. I had to grab the wall as I half doubled over, clutching my stomach. The jolt was soon followed by waves of gripping pleasure emanating from my core, small clutches of orgasmic ecstasy rolling up through every cell.

Fuck, I was standing in a hall on the verge of coming in front of my new nemesis. As the captivating ripples dispersed along my limbs, I stretched my gaze up and saw Delilah watching me closely with an amused almost-grin.

What the fuck? The plug in my pussy was sending climactic pulses through me but were they delivered automatically or was someone in control of them? I hoped to all the goddesses that if my edging was being controlled, Delilah was not the one doing the dominating.

“Are you sure you're required to dine there? The red room is reserved for business meetings and – special occasions.”

“Well, I guess we can call this both business and special because Mr Valentine told me to meet him there as soon as possible, so if you wouldn't mind pointing me in the right direction.”

The assistant's face contorted momentarily and I could tell madam Delilah had zero inclination to show me the way. Still doubting me, she led me along the corridor until we turned right into a double wide hall littered with Aubusson silk rugs and golden swags of silk drapery like a row of ballgowns lining the walls.

Delilah strutted fast through her domain, forcing me to totter along at a trot to keep up. I must have looked like a geisha teetering along behind a stunning, almost space-age, madam to her next tea ceremony. Another pair of Valentine’s juxtaposition, living ones this time. She finally threw open the door on a circular antechamber furnished with dark black furniture and lacquered walls the color of dried blood.

I hesitated, checking what I was about to walk into and almost face-planted as she pushed me through the door, then pulled it firmly shut behind me. Overcome with a momentary bout of dizziness, trapped in the round space, I blundered through the thick density of black velvet drapes that separated the antechamber, into the dining lounge.