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 A countess offers her body to the highest bidder.By LouisaAdler. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Chapter 1.The Marquess of Ravenswood hated dramatics.He also loathed crowds, prying eyes, and London. Yet, there he sat, in the very back row of what was surely the most infamous, crowded event in the city's history. Only one thing could pry him to this cesspool.The Hellfire Club was having an auction.Even Ravenswood couldn't resist that temptation. He shifted in the rickety wooden chair, his large frame unused to such cramped spaces. A growl of impatience left him. “For a gathering that's supposed to be secret, there are crush of fools here.”Next to him, Lord Seth Cardew rolled his eyes. “Only you would call two hundred attendees a crush, Will. It's been almost a year since the last auction, you know. Our membership craves this sort of diversion, even those whose pockets won't let them bid.”Will grumbled. Truth be told, he wouldn't be attending this blasted event, if it weren't for the letter. Even in the wilds of Yorkshire, he kept up with London's underbelly. Gossip had reached him, quietly and with the archest of tones, that suggested he might find tonight's auction particularly interesting. He didn't dare hope that what he looked for would be on display, however. In the five years since Violet had left him, no woman had tempted him for long. To think one of the women here, willingly selling herself to the highest bidder, would fill that void was ludicrous. He would be a damned, romantic fool to assume such a thing.Just in case, though…Just in case, here he was. Dressed like a Christmas goose, in his top hat and tails, and antsy. He'd taken the train down just that morning. “Get on with it,” he growled.As if bidden by his thoughts, the electric lights dimmed. The audience members, or buyers he supposed, were left in shadows, while the slightly raised stage remained illuminated by a host of white, glowing tapers. A woman stepped out of the gloom and onto the stage. Hers was a serious beauty, made more so by the candlelight. Inky black hair swept back in a chignon, with features as sharp as a hawk, she reminded Will of a governess.If governesses wore men's clothing, of course. The mistress of ceremonies was kitted out better than Will. On her tall, slim frame she'd donned black trousers, a perfectly tailored jacket, and gleaming, emerald silk waistcoat. The only nod to her femininity was the bright red stain on her lips.Will roused a little, intrigued against his will. She wasn't for him—too sharp, when he'd been spoiled by curves—but he appreciated beauty in all forms.“Welcome, friends, to The Hellfire Club's Mistress Auction,” she said in a deep, throaty voice. The room quieted even further. “I am Madame Valerie, purveyor of fine mistresses and the ringleader of this particular circus. We'll start, as always, with the gold contracts.”“Bring on the whores!”She narrowed her eyes at the audience, skewering the interrupter. “These are not whores, sir. The women who take part in this auction are of the highest breeding and class, women who have willingly signed their contracts and are bestowing their talents onto select, respected persons. We vet not only our mistresses, but their protectors.” Her tone suggested the man in question could kiss his luck tonight goodbye. Madame Valerie straightened and continued her introduction. “As I was saying, we'll start with the gold contracts. For those who are new to our ranks, I will explain.”“The Hellfire Club color codes our contract levels, each corresponding to a prescribed set of limitations. Gold contracts, the rarest, are entered into very carefully. There are no limits on what you can do, after purchasing a gold contract, aside from inflicting permanent bodily harm. For whatever amount of time she signs on for, the mistress will be under the buyer's complete control, both sexually and personally.”“She is, for all intents and purposes, an indentured sexual servant. Though, one who is paid quite handsomely for her time. We start the gold contract bidding first, so that your pockets are filled to her liking. Shall we begin?”Enthusiastic applause met her questions. With a flick of her wrist, Madame Valerie cued someone offstage and three women filed up the stairs, then into the light. Each was shrouded, from head to toe, in a velvet cloak. Red, green, and white, they looked like Christmas decorations, The Hellfire Club's sadistic nod to holiday merriment. They stopped behind Madame and bowed their covered heads in unison.Madame Valerie nodded her head. She smiled, cold and fast. “Very good, girls. Now, Twenty-Two do come forward. We begin with your contract.”The green-cloaked woman moved forward. Even covered by velvet, her generous body was evident, hips moving in sensuous rhythm with each step. Will stirred, aching for a closer look. That walk. It struck a chord in him, unfurled some long-tamped desire to possess.His lips twisted in the gloom. What foolishness. Underneath that cloak, she would be like every other woman he'd had. Beautiful, surely, but uninspiring.As if reading his mind, Madame Valerie reached out one slim hand and untied the other woman's robe. It fell to the floor in a puddle of emerald.The audience gasped. Several people around Will flipped through their programs, searching for her information page.Will started. She was completely nude, save an extravagant green half mask. Tumbling waves of long, dark red hair rioted around her, framing her body with flame. God, what a body. Twenty-Two was all curves. Generous breasts, more than a handful each, sat high above lush hips and an impossibly narrow waist. Will grew hard with just one glance, his cock insisting that he open his wallet, give her whatever she wanted. Anything to take her.Was her skin really so fair, or was she scattered with light freckles up close, like gold leaf over a canvas? Suddenly, it seemed the most important thing that he find out.He'd so loved Violet's freckles.The hand on his shoulder shocked Will out of his daze. He was half out of his chair, Seth restraining him with a smile. “Patience, Will,” his friend whispered, with a laugh.Right. The Hellfire Club would have its pomp and circumstance. No matter that Will was the richest man here by a mile, heir to both a dukedom and an American shipping fortune. This girl was already his, no question. Whatever amount of time she was contracted for, Will wanted her. Perhaps she, so like his first love in both coloring and form, would be the one to finally flush that need from his system.He would pay millions for such peace.2 Months Ago..The Countess of Mulvane shivered.Despite the fires raging in the ballroom, Georgiana was chilled through. Standing naked in a room full of your peers trembled even the most stalwart body. Given her life lately, she wasn't feeling particularly hardy. What foolishness, to think this would be the easy part.After agonizing over this decision, the Countess was ready to get on with it. There would be no more worry, simply pure sensation. Meet the man, fuck him madly for six months, then spend the rest of her life free. What a lovely word that was. Free.Funny, really, that giving in to a stranger's every sexual whim was her ticket to true freedom. Not only would her sisters be safe from scandal, but little Camille would be set up for life. All for something she enjoyed immensely. Stephen, damn his treacherous soul, had been a terrible husband, but an adventurous lover.And yet… Back to Today's Nude Mistress Auction.And yet nothing had quite prepared her for this feeling. Lascivious eyes raked over her body. Hundreds of masked and shadowed figures loomed in the darkness ahead of her, making appreciative murmurs of her form. If her mask should slip, all would be lost. The utmost secrecy of the contract was part of what lured her to the Hellfire Club. No one but her lover need know that the Countess of Mulvane had sunk so low. All of Stephen's failures were overturned, in exchange for half a year of Georgiana's service.It wasn't even a choice. She willed the mask to stay put.“Please turn around, Twenty-Two,” Madame Valerie ordered.Georgiana slowly pivoted to the back, conscious of every inch of her body. The audience's gazed tickled over the flare of her hips, down the swell of her bottom. Only two men had seen her so bare. To think that number was now multiplied a hundredfold, in less than a minute.Her eyes burned into the masked faces of the two women standing robed, at the back of the stage. The snowy fall of white silk and the bright crimson velvet shimmered in the light. What circumstances had brought them here? Were they desperate to right a wrong, like Georgiana, or merely in search of a few hedonistic thrills? Would that she could see their faces, find solace in their shared experiences. Madame Valerie had kept them in separate rooms, until right before the auction began. Time for one last reflection, the intimidating woman had suggested.“Our dear Twenty-Two has a generous figure, to be sure.” A cold, slim hand traced the line of Georgiana's spine. Goosebumps raised along her skin. When she came to her bottom, Madame Valerie squeezed the right cheek in apparent appreciation. “What a magnificent rump you have, lovely one. A man like's something to hold on to.”The audience whooped. A room full of aristocrats turned to rowdy schoolboys, with a little nudity and sexual titillation. Madame Valerie pushed at Georgiana's side, indicating she should turn once more. The woman's throaty voice continued its examination. “Twenty-Two's true assets, though, are these breasts.” At that, the mistress of ceremonies came around to the back of Georgiana, arms threading through hers like a lover. The woman's breath, hot and minty, caressed her neck. Madame Valerie cupped both of the countess's generous breasts in her hands. “Rare to have breasts so large still be so perky. What do you think, lads? Would we call them melons or grapefruits?”“Cantaloupes!”“Honeydews!”Madame Valerie laughed. “She will certainly do, honey.”A flush spread across Georgiana. Would the blasted auction never start? She raised her head a fraction, responding to the ribald investigation with hauteur. Her governesses had probably never intended those comportment lessons to land a peer's daughter here. Georgiana knew the ropes, though. The more they lusted after her, the higher the price. Whatever wicked little tricks Madame Valerie planned, they would drive the final payment higher. Her family was worth a moment's—a lifetime's—humiliation. Just as she finished that thought, Madame took both of her nipples in hand and pinched. Hard.Georgiana shrieked, taken by surprise more than pain. Sensation flooded her. Heat pooled, low and banked, in her pelvis.“They're sensitive, as well. Think what fun might be had with these darlings. I bet our prim little lady would love a set of clamps for Christmas.”The audience cheered in support. Georgiana shivered, desire ramping up past her defenses. How did Madame Valerie know? Stephen had a pair of clamps made especially for her, gold chain with emeralds winking at each tip. They'd been sold to a discrete buyer, along with everything else of value in Mulvane House. Just like Georgiana herself would soon be sold.Resolve wrapped around her heart. No.This was a temporary arrangement. She was selling her body willingly, happily even, but it was hardly the whole of her. Whomever paid for Georgiana's contract would receive a fool's bargain. He could have her body any way he wanted, but her soul wasn't up for grabs. She'd given that away only once and lived to regret it bitterly.Madame Valerie raked her hands down Georgiana's body, narrating for the audience, as she went. No mole, no patch of skin was left unviewed. The countess half expected the little majordomo to open her mouth and count each tooth aloud. For the inspection's finale, Georgiana was turned around once again, back facing the audience, and ordered to bend over. She clasped her ankles and closed her eyes. Cool air wafted over her nether regions.Oh, for heaven's sake, Georgiana. Don't be so missish.Nether regions, indeed. Her vagina—her cunny, Stephen had called it—was on full display for hundreds of people. Surely she could dismiss the euphemisms now.Madame Valerie spoke again. “Note the naturally red hair, gentleman. This one is a true ginger beauty.” An elegant finger traced the opening of Georgiana's slit, which was embarrassingly damp. “See how she glistens? Twenty-Two loves to submit to my whims. A natural pleasure object, as we proved during her training. You should see how she responds to the strap.”Shame, that useless emotion, flooded through Georgiana. How strange, to have her sexual deviancy discussed in such a cold, logical manner. She would be banished from Mayfair, if it got out that Countess Mulvane enjoyed being defiled in such a way. Yet, it was true. The last few weeks of training for the Hellfire Club had opened her mind to a world of sexual possibilities. Stephen had been dominant, yes, but he was the Pope compared to Mistress Valerie. Worse yet, Georgiana had enjoyed every moment. The darker the act, the more intense her pleasure.As if reading her mind, Madame Valerie began a rhythmic exploration of Georgiana's folds. The majordomo stroked up her pussy lips, around her clitoris. Up and down. Back and forth and—“Oh, God.” Georgiana couldn't control the invocation. Her body was alive with sensation. Nipples pebbled, muscles twitched, with the glorious motions.“Such a vocal little thing. Enjoying yourself, Twenty-Two?”“Yes. Oh, yes.”Slap. Madame hit her bottom, open-handed. “Yes, what?”The weeks of training jogged Georgiana's memory. Her voice was thready with desire. “Yes, Madame Valerie.”“That's better.” The mistress plunged a finger into Georgiana's opening, drawing circles with her thumb over the nearby clitoris. A second finger soon followed.Georgiana groaned in response. Heavens, that was good. So terribly, horribly good.“Do you want to come, little one?”“Y-yes, Madame Valerie.”“Say it. Tell these people what your naughty little body wants. Tell them exactly how bad you can be, despite those angelic curves.”“I want to come, Madame Valerie. Please keep doing that with your hands.”Slap. “Doing what exactly?”“Playing with my c-cunt, Madame.” The words burned through Georgiana. Humiliation warred with desire. Desire won, desperate and hot. Just a little more. “I like it when you fill my cunt with your fingers and stroke my clitoris. Would you go a little faster, please, Madame?”Slap. Slap. Thwack. A flurry of strokes rained down on Georgiana's upturned bottom. Pain twined with pleasure, white hot and sharp. Madame obliged the pleas, though, her hands working furiously at Georgiana's clit. Spanks alternated with strokes. Sensation overcame the countess, her cries dancing in the air.Oh, it hurt. God, it felt so, so—Georgiana climaxed, with a shout. The release washed over her in a storm of pleasure, twitching her muscles and firing each nerve, like a cannon. When she finally regained her senses, Georgiana quietly said the final words of her training. “Thank you, Madame Valerie.”Another slap to her bottom. “You're quite welcome, Twenty-Two. Stand up and turn around.”Doing as bidden, Georgiana faced the audience once again. A drop of sweat whisked down her spine. The front row of spectators watched her with obvious desire on every face, mouths agape. Her humiliation was worth it in the end, as Madame promised.The Countess of Mulvane had orgasmed in front of a room full of people. Next, she would secure her future. On cue, Madame Valerie gave the last signal. Georgiana fell to her knees, head bowed. And so the auction began.“That was quite a show, wasn't it? Imagine what a woman like this could become with a bit more training. We'll start the bidding at one thousand pounds, my lords.”A voice, deep and hideously familiar, rent the silence. “Five hundred thousand pounds.”“Sold to—” Madame Valerie paused, as if shocked into silence. “My, my. The Marquess of Ravenswood.”The words fell on Georgiana like an anvil. Oh no.No, no, no.Georgiana's head snapped up, willing her ears to be malfunctioning. There at the bottom of the stage, stood a man. He was a little broader than she remembered—the country exile did wonderful things for his already muscled physique—but the sandy blond hair and penetrating brown eyes were achingly familiar. The Marquess of Ravenswood had just purchased her contract. She was to be Will Thorne's sexual plaything.All was lost.By LouisaAdler for Literotica

 A countess offers her body to the highest bidder.By LouisaAdler. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Chapter 1.The Marquess of Ravenswood hated dramatics.He also loathed crowds, prying eyes, and London. Yet, there he sat, in the very back row of what was surely the most infamous, crowded event in the city's history. Only one thing could pry him to this cesspool.The Hellfire Club was having an auction.Even Ravenswood couldn't resist that temptation. He shifted in the rickety wooden chair, his large frame unused to such cramped spaces. A growl of impatience left him. “For a gathering that's supposed to be secret, there are crush of fools here.”Next to him, Lord Seth Cardew rolled his eyes. “Only you would call two hundred attendees a crush, Will. It's been almost a year since the last auction, you know. Our membership craves this sort of diversion, even those whose pockets won't let them bid.”Will grumbled. Truth be told, he wouldn't be attending this blasted event, if it weren't for the letter. Even in the wilds of Yorkshire, he kept up with London's underbelly. Gossip had reached him, quietly and with the archest of tones, that suggested he might find tonight's auction particularly interesting. He didn't dare hope that what he looked for would be on display, however. In the five years since Violet had left him, no woman had tempted him for long. To think one of the women here, willingly selling herself to the highest bidder, would fill that void was ludicrous. He would be a damned, romantic fool to assume such a thing.Just in case, though…Just in case, here he was. Dressed like a Christmas goose, in his top hat and tails, and antsy. He'd taken the train down just that morning. “Get on with it,” he growled.As if bidden by his thoughts, the electric lights dimmed. The audience members, or buyers he supposed, were left in shadows, while the slightly raised stage remained illuminated by a host of white, glowing tapers. A woman stepped out of the gloom and onto the stage. Hers was a serious beauty, made more so by the candlelight. Inky black hair swept back in a chignon, with features as sharp as a hawk, she reminded Will of a governess.If governesses wore men's clothing, of course. The mistress of ceremonies was kitted out better than Will. On her tall, slim frame she'd donned black trousers, a perfectly tailored jacket, and gleaming, emerald silk waistcoat. The only nod to her femininity was the bright red stain on her lips.Will roused a little, intrigued against his will. She wasn't for him—too sharp, when he'd been spoiled by curves—but he appreciated beauty in all forms.“Welcome, friends, to The Hellfire Club's Mistress Auction,” she said in a deep, throaty voice. The room quieted even further. “I am Madame Valerie, purveyor of fine mistresses and the ringleader of this particular circus. We'll start, as always, with the gold contracts.”“Bring on the whores!”She narrowed her eyes at the audience, skewering the interrupter. “These are not whores, sir. The women who take part in this auction are of the highest breeding and class, women who have willingly signed their contracts and are bestowing their talents onto select, respected persons. We vet not only our mistresses, but their protectors.” Her tone suggested the man in question could kiss his luck tonight goodbye. Madame Valerie straightened and continued her introduction. “As I was saying, we'll start with the gold contracts. For those who are new to our ranks, I will explain.”“The Hellfire Club color codes our contract levels, each corresponding to a prescribed set of limitations. Gold contracts, the rarest, are entered into very carefully. There are no limits on what you can do, after purchasing a gold contract, aside from inflicting permanent bodily harm. For whatever amount of time she signs on for, the mistress will be under the buyer's complete control, both sexually and personally.”“She is, for all intents and purposes, an indentured sexual servant. Though, one who is paid quite handsomely for her time. We start the gold contract bidding first, so that your pockets are filled to her liking. Shall we begin?”Enthusiastic applause met her questions. With a flick of her wrist, Madame Valerie cued someone offstage and three women filed up the stairs, then into the light. Each was shrouded, from head to toe, in a velvet cloak. Red, green, and white, they looked like Christmas decorations, The Hellfire Club's sadistic nod to holiday merriment. They stopped behind Madame and bowed their covered heads in unison.Madame Valerie nodded her head. She smiled, cold and fast. “Very good, girls. Now, Twenty-Two do come forward. We begin with your contract.”The green-cloaked woman moved forward. Even covered by velvet, her generous body was evident, hips moving in sensuous rhythm with each step. Will stirred, aching for a closer look. That walk. It struck a chord in him, unfurled some long-tamped desire to possess.His lips twisted in the gloom. What foolishness. Underneath that cloak, she would be like every other woman he'd had. Beautiful, surely, but uninspiring.As if reading his mind, Madame Valerie reached out one slim hand and untied the other woman's robe. It fell to the floor in a puddle of emerald.The audience gasped. Several people around Will flipped through their programs, searching for her information page.Will started. She was completely nude, save an extravagant green half mask. Tumbling waves of long, dark red hair rioted around her, framing her body with flame. God, what a body. Twenty-Two was all curves. Generous breasts, more than a handful each, sat high above lush hips and an impossibly narrow waist. Will grew hard with just one glance, his cock insisting that he open his wallet, give her whatever she wanted. Anything to take her.Was her skin really so fair, or was she scattered with light freckles up close, like gold leaf over a canvas? Suddenly, it seemed the most important thing that he find out.He'd so loved Violet's freckles.The hand on his shoulder shocked Will out of his daze. He was half out of his chair, Seth restraining him with a smile. “Patience, Will,” his friend whispered, with a laugh.Right. The Hellfire Club would have its pomp and circumstance. No matter that Will was the richest man here by a mile, heir to both a dukedom and an American shipping fortune. This girl was already his, no question. Whatever amount of time she was contracted for, Will wanted her. Perhaps she, so like his first love in both coloring and form, would be the one to finally flush that need from his system.He would pay millions for such peace.2 Months Ago..The Countess of Mulvane shivered.Despite the fires raging in the ballroom, Georgiana was chilled through. Standing naked in a room full of your peers trembled even the most stalwart body. Given her life lately, she wasn't feeling particularly hardy. What foolishness, to think this would be the easy part.After agonizing over this decision, the Countess was ready to get on with it. There would be no more worry, simply pure sensation. Meet the man, fuck him madly for six months, then spend the rest of her life free. What a lovely word that was. Free.Funny, really, that giving in to a stranger's every sexual whim was her ticket to true freedom. Not only would her sisters be safe from scandal, but little Camille would be set up for life. All for something she enjoyed immensely. Stephen, damn his treacherous soul, had been a terrible husband, but an adventurous lover.And yet… Back to Today's Nude Mistress Auction.And yet nothing had quite prepared her for this feeling. Lascivious eyes raked over her body. Hundreds of masked and shadowed figures loomed in the darkness ahead of her, making appreciative murmurs of her form. If her mask should slip, all would be lost. The utmost secrecy of the contract was part of what lured her to the Hellfire Club. No one but her lover need know that the Countess of Mulvane had sunk so low. All of Stephen's failures were overturned, in exchange for half a year of Georgiana's service.It wasn't even a choice. She willed the mask to stay put.“Please turn around, Twenty-Two,” Madame Valerie ordered.Georgiana slowly pivoted to the back, conscious of every inch of her body. The audience's gazed tickled over the flare of her hips, down the swell of her bottom. Only two men had seen her so bare. To think that number was now multiplied a hundredfold, in less than a minute.Her eyes burned into the masked faces of the two women standing robed, at the back of the stage. The snowy fall of white silk and the bright crimson velvet shimmered in the light. What circumstances had brought them here? Were they desperate to right a wrong, like Georgiana, or merely in search of a few hedonistic thrills? Would that she could see their faces, find solace in their shared experiences. Madame Valerie had kept them in separate rooms, until right before the auction began. Time for one last reflection, the intimidating woman had suggested.“Our dear Twenty-Two has a generous figure, to be sure.” A cold, slim hand traced the line of Georgiana's spine. Goosebumps raised along her skin. When she came to her bottom, Madame Valerie squeezed the right cheek in apparent appreciation. “What a magnificent rump you have, lovely one. A man like's something to hold on to.”The audience whooped. A room full of aristocrats turned to rowdy schoolboys, with a little nudity and sexual titillation. Madame Valerie pushed at Georgiana's side, indicating she should turn once more. The woman's throaty voice continued its examination. “Twenty-Two's true assets, though, are these breasts.” At that, the mistress of ceremonies came around to the back of Georgiana, arms threading through hers like a lover. The woman's breath, hot and minty, caressed her neck. Madame Valerie cupped both of the countess's generous breasts in her hands. “Rare to have breasts so large still be so perky. What do you think, lads? Would we call them melons or grapefruits?”“Cantaloupes!”“Honeydews!”Madame Valerie laughed. “She will certainly do, honey.”A flush spread across Georgiana. Would the blasted auction never start? She raised her head a fraction, responding to the ribald investigation with hauteur. Her governesses had probably never intended those comportment lessons to land a peer's daughter here. Georgiana knew the ropes, though. The more they lusted after her, the higher the price. Whatever wicked little tricks Madame Valerie planned, they would drive the final payment higher. Her family was worth a moment's—a lifetime's—humiliation. Just as she finished that thought, Madame took both of her nipples in hand and pinched. Hard.Georgiana shrieked, taken by surprise more than pain. Sensation flooded her. Heat pooled, low and banked, in her pelvis.“They're sensitive, as well. Think what fun might be had with these darlings. I bet our prim little lady would love a set of clamps for Christmas.”The audience cheered in support. Georgiana shivered, desire ramping up past her defenses. How did Madame Valerie know? Stephen had a pair of clamps made especially for her, gold chain with emeralds winking at each tip. They'd been sold to a discrete buyer, along with everything else of value in Mulvane House. Just like Georgiana herself would soon be sold.Resolve wrapped around her heart. No.This was a temporary arrangement. She was selling her body willingly, happily even, but it was hardly the whole of her. Whomever paid for Georgiana's contract would receive a fool's bargain. He could have her body any way he wanted, but her soul wasn't up for grabs. She'd given that away only once and lived to regret it bitterly.Madame Valerie raked her hands down Georgiana's body, narrating for the audience, as she went. No mole, no patch of skin was left unviewed. The countess half expected the little majordomo to open her mouth and count each tooth aloud. For the inspection's finale, Georgiana was turned around once again, back facing the audience, and ordered to bend over. She clasped her ankles and closed her eyes. Cool air wafted over her nether regions.Oh, for heaven's sake, Georgiana. Don't be so missish.Nether regions, indeed. Her vagina—her cunny, Stephen had called it—was on full display for hundreds of people. Surely she could dismiss the euphemisms now.Madame Valerie spoke again. “Note the naturally red hair, gentleman. This one is a true ginger beauty.” An elegant finger traced the opening of Georgiana's slit, which was embarrassingly damp. “See how she glistens? Twenty-Two loves to submit to my whims. A natural pleasure object, as we proved during her training. You should see how she responds to the strap.”Shame, that useless emotion, flooded through Georgiana. How strange, to have her sexual deviancy discussed in such a cold, logical manner. She would be banished from Mayfair, if it got out that Countess Mulvane enjoyed being defiled in such a way. Yet, it was true. The last few weeks of training for the Hellfire Club had opened her mind to a world of sexual possibilities. Stephen had been dominant, yes, but he was the Pope compared to Mistress Valerie. Worse yet, Georgiana had enjoyed every moment. The darker the act, the more intense her pleasure.As if reading her mind, Madame Valerie began a rhythmic exploration of Georgiana's folds. The majordomo stroked up her pussy lips, around her clitoris. Up and down. Back and forth and—“Oh, God.” Georgiana couldn't control the invocation. Her body was alive with sensation. Nipples pebbled, muscles twitched, with the glorious motions.“Such a vocal little thing. Enjoying yourself, Twenty-Two?”“Yes. Oh, yes.”Slap. Madame hit her bottom, open-handed. “Yes, what?”The weeks of training jogged Georgiana's memory. Her voice was thready with desire. “Yes, Madame Valerie.”“That's better.” The mistress plunged a finger into Georgiana's opening, drawing circles with her thumb over the nearby clitoris. A second finger soon followed.Georgiana groaned in response. Heavens, that was good. So terribly, horribly good.“Do you want to come, little one?”“Y-yes, Madame Valerie.”“Say it. Tell these people what your naughty little body wants. Tell them exactly how bad you can be, despite those angelic curves.”“I want to come, Madame Valerie. Please keep doing that with your hands.”Slap. “Doing what exactly?”“Playing with my c-cunt, Madame.” The words burned through Georgiana. Humiliation warred with desire. Desire won, desperate and hot. Just a little more. “I like it when you fill my cunt with your fingers and stroke my clitoris. Would you go a little faster, please, Madame?”Slap. Slap. Thwack. A flurry of strokes rained down on Georgiana's upturned bottom. Pain twined with pleasure, white hot and sharp. Madame obliged the pleas, though, her hands working furiously at Georgiana's clit. Spanks alternated with strokes. Sensation overcame the countess, her cries dancing in the air.Oh, it hurt. God, it felt so, so—Georgiana climaxed, with a shout. The release washed over her in a storm of pleasure, twitching her muscles and firing each nerve, like a cannon. When she finally regained her senses, Georgiana quietly said the final words of her training. “Thank you, Madame Valerie.”Another slap to her bottom. “You're quite welcome, Twenty-Two. Stand up and turn around.”Doing as bidden, Georgiana faced the audience once again. A drop of sweat whisked down her spine. The front row of spectators watched her with obvious desire on every face, mouths agape. Her humiliation was worth it in the end, as Madame promised.The Countess of Mulvane had orgasmed in front of a room full of people. Next, she would secure her future. On cue, Madame Valerie gave the last signal. Georgiana fell to her knees, head bowed. And so the auction began.“That was quite a show, wasn't it? Imagine what a woman like this could become with a bit more training. We'll start the bidding at one thousand pounds, my lords.”A voice, deep and hideously familiar, rent the silence. “Five hundred thousand pounds.”“Sold to—” Madame Valerie paused, as if shocked into silence. “My, my. The Marquess of Ravenswood.”The words fell on Georgiana like an anvil. Oh no.No, no, no.Georgiana's head snapped up, willing her ears to be malfunctioning. There at the bottom of the stage, stood a man. He was a little broader than she remembered—the country exile did wonderful things for his already muscled physique—but the sandy blond hair and penetrating brown eyes were achingly familiar. The Marquess of Ravenswood had just purchased her contract. She was to be Will Thorne's sexual plaything.All was lost.By LouisaAdler for Literotica

In which Pinball Wizard joins Spanks and the Dude to discuss his new book, ⁠Life Among the Powers: A Political Spirituality of Resistance⁠, and the role the Gospel plays how we live out the ideas of his book. Want to get a sense of the book before diving into this episode? Read Rick's essay on the Wipf and Stock Publishers blog: ⁠https://wipfandstock.com/blog/2025/02/13/rick-elgendy-a-political-spirituality-of-resistance/⁠Find all things WTHIAP at wthiap.com.

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In which Spanks and the Dude discuss what you do when you realize that most folks aren't going to stand up when you expect them to, and what our work is as pastors. Find all things WTHIAP at www.wthiap.com.

In which Spanks and the Dude discuss how to frame a pathological need for fixing things into a call to ministry, with the help of beloved voice actor Alan Tudyk's character in the Will Smith film, I, Robot. Find all things WTHIAP at www.wthiap.com.

Send us a textOur Patreon - https://www.patreon.com/HockeyCardsGongshowOn this episode of the Hockey Cards Gongshow podcast we start with Get To Know Your Hockey Hall of Famers, this time looking at the life, hockey career and hobby market for Sprague Cleghorn (9:29).  Next, it's week 19 of Who's Hot & The Struggle Bus (17:46).  In hobby news, is the recently pulled Connor McDavid Young Guns Revisited Gold Outburst 1/1 from 2024-25 Upper Deck Series One a $100K card?  Plus, Alexander Ovechkin word spanks Matvei Michkov (53:03).  Phil recaps his experience this past weekend at the Quebec City Expo, and Josh & Lewi set up a table at a local card show (1:11:15).  We nominate four Predators legends to the teams Hobby Mt. Rushmore (1:27:56). This Wednesday, 2024-25 O-Pee-Chee releases and we break down the key card designs and checklist (1:42:12).  We answer your mailbag questions (2:01:51), then end the show with personal pickups (2:52:18). Partners & SponsorsHockeyChecklists.com - https://www.hockeychecklists.comFanatics Collect - https://fanaticscollect.pxf.io/Y96ARPSlab Sharks Canadian Consignment - https://www.slabsharks.comMINTINK - https://www.mintink.caPSA - https://www.psacard.comGP Sports Cards - https://gpsportcards.com/Sign up for Card Ladder - https://app.cardladder.com/signup?via=HCGongshoFollow Hockey Cards Gongshow on social mediaInstagram - https://www.instagram.com/hockey_cards_gongshow/TikTok - https://www.tiktok.com/@hockey_cards_gongshowFacebook - https://www.facebook.com/HockeyCardsGongshowTwitter - https://twitter.com/HCGongshowThe Hockey Cards Gongshow podcast is a production of Dollar Box Ventures LLC.

Click to Subscribe: https://bit.ly/Youtube-Subscribe-SoapDirt Young and the Restless sees Victor Newman (Eric Braeden), known as "The Mustache", squares off with Michael Baldwin (Christian Jules Leblanc) and Cole Howard (J Eddie Peck), suspecting them of bringing trouble to his family. Chance Chancellor (Conner Floyd) uncovers security footage of Sharon Newman's (Sharon Case) kidnapping. The perpetrator, revealed to be Jordan Howard (Colleen Zenk), remains unrecognizable to Victor and Nick Newman (Joshua Morrow) on the CBS soap opera.  Young and Restless sees Claire Newman (Hayley Erin) lets Nikki Newman (Melody Thomas Scott) and Victoria Newman (Amelia Heinle) in on the secret of Jordan's escape, leading to a deadly plot. Victor grows suspicious of Nikki's secretive behavior. Victor's rage is ignited when he discovers Jordan's escape was facilitated by Michael and Cole's past intervention. His wrath threatens to impact Victoria's budding relationship with Cole and Michael's hard-earned place in Victor's good graces. As the Newmans face potential danger from Jordan and her ally, Ian Ward (Ray Wise), the blame game begins. Visit our Young and the Restless section of Soap Dirt: https://soapdirt.com/category/young-and-the-restless/ Listen to our Podcasts: https://soapdirt.podbean.com/ Check out our always up-to-date Young and the Restless Spoilers page at:  https://soapdirt.com/young-and-the-restless-spoilers/ Check Out our Social Media... Twitter: https://twitter.com/SoapDirtTV Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/SoapDirt Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/soapdirt/ TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@soapdirt Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/soapdirt/

In this episode, Anthony, Pinky, and Ava recap their unforgettable holiday bowling event.  From Pinky becoming part of a couch (à la Half-Baked) to Ava offering herself as tribute (à la The Hunger Games); we're sharing all the highlights (and strikes) from the night. We also take a look back at our journey over the past year, reflecting on the incredible moments, lessons learned, and growth we've experienced. Plus, we're sharing a sneak peek at what's to come for the podcast and our adventures in non-monogamy. A heartfelt thank you to everyone who has supported us along the way—you've made this journey so much more special. Tune in for laughs, insights, and a toast to the future! Listen now and join the conversation! LINKS: Three Shades Of Grey | Website More Than Two | Eve Rickert & Andrea Zanin Exxxotica Expo Naughty N'awlins Three Shades Of Grey (Episode 6) Splash Takeovers Life Of Spice UpsideDown Creations | Instagram We Gotta Thing Podcast Normalizing Non-Monogamy Hump Day Quickies [sic] Confessions Splash Mocha Southwest Love Fest Eroticon 2026 SOCIALS: Anthony's Instagram Pinky's Instagram Ava's Instagram TikTok

One Piece chapter 1135 is here and this week we discuss all of the announcements of Jump Festa 2024 as well as the arrival of SPANKS.

In this week's episode of the Wade Keller Pro Wrestling Post-show from five years ago (12-6-2019), PWTorch editor Wade Keller was joined by Cameron Hawkins of the PWTorch East Coast Cast to discuss WWE Smackdown with the fallout from Survivor Series with live callers, an on-site correspondent, and mailbag questions and comments.They talked about Dog Food Humiliation by Corbin & Co. against Roman Reigns, The Fiend's new TLC opponent The Miz, shouldn't announcers be more concerned for Daniel Bryan's safety storyline-wise, Lacey talks about being a marine and a mom in her full-fledged official babyface promo, Man Spanks Man mid-ring in angle between Elias and Drake Maverick, Tag Team Fatal Four-way and more TLC developments.Plus off-air notes and dark matches from our on-site correspondent in Lafayette, La. including Bray vs. Miz. Also, some AEW talk about Kenny Omega's push on Dynamite and assessing whether there's any indications of a wrestling boom since October.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/wade-keller-pro-wrestling-post-shows--3275545/support.

Spanksgiving Vor Thanksgiven kommt Spanksgiving. Aber was steckt eigentlich hinter diesem Tag, der vor allem von Amerikanern zelebriert wird? In der Regel feiern die Männer, dass die Partnerinnen an diesem Tag nicht zu Hause sind. Dabei wird sich gerne ein Porno angeschaut oder ins Internet gegangen um Frauen, wie MissKing oder Lady Lena virtuell zu besuchen. Dabei muss es nicht immer eine Domina sein, die vor der Webcam eine Session abhält, wie es bei Spanksgiving zu vermuten ist. Es kann auch normaler Sex sein. Aber warum heißt es Spanksgiving? Spanking ist eindeutig BDSM zuzuordnen und ja, im Ursprung hat das Spanking seinen Namen auch von dem Brauch Spanksgiving. Früher und auch heute noch in einigen Beziehungen wird die Form der Dankbarkeit der Frau an den Mann so gefeiert. Die Frau zeiht sich Stück für Stück aus und legt sich dann über den Schoss des Mannes um ihr Schläge (Spanks) zu erwarten. Je nach dem, wie Dankbar sie ist, können es bis zu 10 Schläge mit der flachen Hand auf den präsentieren Hintern sein. Die Frau zählt dabei bei jedem Schlag laut mit und falls sie das Gefühl hat, dass ihre Dankbarkeit nichtausreichend gewürdigt wird, verlangt sie nach härteren Schlägen. Danach wir geschmust, gekuschelt und Sex gemacht. Diese Kuschelsession am Ende gibt es bei Spanking nicht, wie uns die Talkgäste in der Episode 103 sagen und hier haut auch die Domina als Bestrafung für den Sexsklaven. Obwohl man sich fragen kann, ob es für jemanden, dem dieses Spiel Lust bereitet eine Bestrafung oder eine Belohnung ist. Viel Spaß bei dieser Episode. Dirtytalk - der Podcast mit den Amateuren von mydirtyhobby.com Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/mydirtyhobbyen/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/MyDirtyHobbyOfficial/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/Dirtytalk_MDH YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCrJlBQxXg3Rc3rmFJiXDwXA

A week late - WHY? Because I'm punishing you, MEOW! *Spanks you with paddle* XD -  Jk, it's because I got too sick to look at a screen for an extended period of time this week. I think we might be in the market for an editor - any takers?? Anyway this episode is really ramble heavy - not to the point where you shouldn't listen, but to the point where you might think "Why did she take a week to edit this just to leave all this irrelevant and slightly boring crap in?" That's for me to know, and you to suffer through. FELIZ NAVI DONUT! 

Pues eso. Novedades con energía. No le des más vueltas, solo dale al play.(Foto del podcast; Amyl and the Sniffers)Playlist;AMYL and THE SNIFFERS “It’s mine”THE UNKNOWNS “Heart in two”LOS CHICOS “Drive by”LOOSE LIPS “One more chance”LES LULLIES “Dernier soir”FOOD FIGHT “Justicin’ the deplorables”ALVILDA “Chômage”THE SPANKS “Take a trip”THE SPANKS “Doog food”Versión y original; IGGY POP “Dog food”CYANIDE PILLS “Do you wanna know”THE PEAWEES “Plastic bullets”JIBAROS “No funciona”VARONAS “Pegatinas de surf”THE ANOMALYS “On my way”THE COVIDS “Certified (Do I)”MALA VISTA “Don’t own you”GUITAR WOLF “Gimme some lovin’”Escuchar audio

In which Spanks and the Dude talk about Henri Nouwen, loneliness, and doing ministry as yourself. Find The Wounded Healer and other books we've discussed on our bookshop storefront: https://bookshop.org/lists/featured-on-wthiap Transcripts, when available, can be found at patreon.com/wthiap. Just search for the episode title. Don't see a transcript you're looking for? Let us know via email. Find all things WTHIAP at wthiap.com.

In which Spanks and the Dude conclude their discussion of what it means to show up as yourself and what happens when it's all just pretend. Part 2 of 2. Transcripts, when available, can be found at patreon.com/wthiap. Just search for the episode title. Don't see a transcript you're looking for? Let us know via email. Find all things WTHIAP at wthiap.com.

In which Spanks and the Dude discuss what it means to show up as yourself and what happens when it's all just pretend. Part 1 of 2. Transcripts, when available, can be found at patreon.com/wthiap. Just search for the episode title. Don't see a transcript you're looking for? Let us know via email. Find all things WTHIAP at wthiap.com.

In which Spanks and the Dude discuss queerness in ministry with their guest. Transcripts, when available, can be found at patreon.com/wthiap. Just search for the episode title. Don't see a transcript you're looking for? Let us know via email. Find all things WTHIAP at wthiap.com.

In which Spanks and the Dude discuss working with seasoned clergy and why we have to have parsonages. Transcripts, when available, can be found at patreon.com/wthiap. Just search for the episode title. Don't see a transcript you're looking for? Let us know via email. Find all things WTHIAP at wthiap.com.

This episode explores toxic masculinity, encompassing societal expectations of dominance and emotional repression harmful to individuals in both vanilla and BDSM contexts. By using examples of common manifestations as well as ways correct this trait are addressed, such as promoting communication, respecting boundaries, challenging stereotypes, and supporting mental health. Tune in now to learn how to model positive behaviors and advocate for accountability, fostering a shift towards healthier dynamics in BDSM and beyond. --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/chattingwiththelightkeepr/support

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Welcome to Marketing People Love. My name is Jacques Spitzer, and today we're switching it up a little bit because I have Jay Spanks - a content creator, businessman, and an agency owner. Someone who has built an audience from zero people to over five million people, and he's going to teach you what he learned in posting over a hundred videos in one day - not a month, not a year, but in one day! What has he learned about people? What do they respond to? How does it matter for your brand? Tune in as he shares what his journey from zero to five million followers has taught him about people, what they're looking for, and what they're looking for from brands.

Wendy Liebman: It's Wendy Wendy Liebman takes on great hair, fighting her Spanks, mother problems, The Mile High Club, and a host of other hilarious stories of life's mishaps. Previously crowned America's Funniest Comedian, Wendy is a master of humor that sometimes shows up best just when you thought the joke was over. COMEDY DYNAMICS YouTube Facebook X (Twitter) TikTok Instagram  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

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In which Spanks and the Dude refuse to talk about the He Gets Us ads. Transcripts, when available, can be found at patreon.com/wthiap. Just search for the episode title. Don't see a transcript you're looking for? Let us know via email. Find all things WTHIAP at wthiap.com.

In which Spanks and the Dude continue their conversation about a truly fantastic show. Spoilers abound. Transcripts, when available, can be found at patreon.com/wthiap. Just search for the episode title. Don't see a transcript you're looking for? Let us know via email. Find all things WTHIAP at wthiap.com.

 Witnesses will testify that Fani Willis LIED to court about affair as More Trump defendants call for her removal in election cases, Court rules on Trump's immunity appeal as it likely heads to the Supreme Court and Tom Fitton of Judicial Watch Joins the show. Check out our partners: Patriot Mobile: Go to https://www.PatriotMobile.com/Benny and get FREE Activation Blackout Coffee: http://www.blackoutcoffee.com/benny and use coupon code BENNY for 20% OFF your first order Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Texas fights back. And Biden picked a fight he will not win.

In which Spanks and the Dude discuss what we can't say for sure about God. The book we're discussing is Specters of God by John D. Caputo. Transcripts, when available, can be found at patreon.com/wthiap. Just search for the episode title. Don't see a transcript you're looking for? Let us know via email. Find all things WTHIAP at wthiap.com.

Maney had a procedure done and has to wear compression garments as part of his recovery. How's that working out? Hahaha! Support the show: https://www.mrlshow.com/

In which Spanks and the Dude discuss the possibility of divine risk. Transcripts, when available, can be found at patreon.com/wthiap. Just search for the episode title. Don't see a transcript you're looking for? Let us know via email. Find all things WTHIAP at wthiap.com.

Welcome to the PoliticsJOE...podcast.Oli, Ava, and Ed reveal why the podcast's intro may be changing. Then, after 25 minutes of pints, chit chat, and good people, they react to this week's PMQs.Presenters: Oli Dugmore, Ava Santina, and Ed CampbellProducer: Laura BeveridgeSting design: Chris WhiteProduction: Shawnee Linstead and Seán Hickey Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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As we roll into the Thanksgiving weekend, we know that dealing with that much family time is probably gonna suck...so, because we're givers...we decided to load up a couple of lucky listeners with some high dollar rubber lovin'!!It's the Adult Toy Price Is Right!!Brought to you, as always, by Moonlight Adult Boutique

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Happy Halloween! Pranks have been a Halloween tradition going back generations. When you think about Halloween and Pranks occurring in movies, obviously the first thing that comes to mind is… Meet Me in St. Louis. Right? No? Just us? Well, there's a scene in that movie that inspired us to make an adult spanking parody. Don't worry, all the characters are of age in our version.  We decided to do something a little different as a Halloween treat this year. So tune in your old-fashioned radio, fire up your imagination, and join the Spanko! Podcast Players in this episode entitled: Beat Me in St. Louis!   If you like this format, or if you don't, let us know! Your feedback helps us make the kind of episodes you want to hear! No trolley cars or dresses were harmed in the making of this recording.  

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Charlie bit me and it really hurt, but not nealry as painful as this episode is. We finally got a new Sponsor, "Trail Spanks" but we are not really sure what the product is, as most people seem reluctant to talk about it in public.   We do talk about Adidas releasing a $500 shoe that is really only meant for one race effort. How much will this change the pricing structure of running shoes and how will it impact folks trying to qualify for Boston?  Top 4 tips of ultra running that you wont read about in Canadian Trail Fishing Magazine. We also talk about Vermont 50, Nipmuck, Grindstone, and other happenings. (Although we fail to mention the Sam Tiberious Kirk placed 4th at Grindstone 100) And we hit the Patreon list hard!   Episode 60 with Carly Eisley  Vermont 50 Results Get your official Cultra Clothes and other Cultra TRP PodSwag at our store! Outro music by Nick Byram Become a Cultra Crew Patreon Supporter  basic licker.  If you lick us, we will most likely lick you right back Cultra Facebook Fan Page Go here to talk shit and complain and give us advice that we wont follow Cultra Trail Running Instagram Don't watch this with your kids Twitter @BlueBlazeRunner Sign up for a race at Live Loud Running and feel better Buy Fred's Book Running Home More Information on the #CUT112   

This episode, Eamon & Merlin talk the newest episode of Real Housewives of New York City where it may be past Christmas, but it doesn't mean Jessel is not making a list and checking it twice. Then, they talk Real Housewives of Salt Lake City where the art of drag gets loosely defined, and Mary spends 90 percent of the episode in a sprinter van. And finally, the Season Finale of The Real Housewives of Orange County as the circus is in town and Heather squares off with Tamra in the collision we've been waiting for. We are Eamon and Merlin, a queer married couple from Texas living in Pittsburgh, PA. We love reality television, wrestling, drag queens, and pretty much anything that can be called even kinda gay. A Gay & His Enby is a podcast where we talk about everything we love in terms of media and pop culture; everything thats gay and gay adjacent; basically all the conversations we have in our living room we are now putting in front of a microphone and on the internet for you. We have launched our MERCH STORE! We are so excited to bring you these designs, all made by Merlin, commemorating some of our favorite iconic moments! Shop now at https://AGayAndHisEnby.Threadless.com Every week, we have the pleasure and privilege of recording from Sorgatron Media Studios in Pittsburgh. Our theme song is Pulsar by Shane Ivers which you can find at https://www.silvermansound.com All of our social media can be found at our linktree: https://linktr.ee/agayandhisenby In recent years, states have pushed forward a record number of bills that attack LGBTQ rights, especially transgender youth. The current obession with Drag Queens is no exception. This is a thinly veiled attempt to outlaw gender expressions that do not fall within the cisheteronormative guidelines. Please consider donating to one of the following charities to help make the US a safer place for Queer folks to live in peace. American Civil Liberties Union (https://www.aclu.org/issues/lgbtq-rights) Trevor Project (https://give.thetrevorproject.org/give/63307/#!/donation/checkout) PFLAG (https://pflag.org/donate/) True Colors United (https://my.truecolorsunited.org/give/107399/#!/donation/checkout) OutRight International (https://outrightinternational.org/take-action/give) Lambda Legal (https://support.lambdalegal.org/site/Donation2;jsessionid=00000000.app30130a?df_id=6680&mfc_pref=T&6680.donation=form1&NONCE_TOKEN=D3311163DF16F06EEA5520010BAF90B5) GLBTQ Legal Advocates & Defenders (https://donate.glad.org/give/123741/#!/donation/checkout?c_src=webheader) Human Rights Campaign (https://give.hrc.org/page/118560/donate/1?ea.tracking.id=or_gnr_hrc_homepage2022) It Gets Better Project (https://give.itgetsbetter.org/give/250737/#!/donation/checkout)

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Dray Day is back with a brand new episode. This episode here Dray Day speaks on the disappointing end of the USA Womens Soccer exit from the World Cup. New York Liberty put a beating on the Las Vegas Aces. With the New York Yankees continuing to struggle, Dray Day concedes their season is over. Is Dwyane Wade the Greatest player in Heat history? Skip Bayless is making a comeback after Uncle Shay leaves Undisputed. ITS EPISODE TIME --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/sportswaywithdrayday/support

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