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Category: Erotica/Classic Erotica
Description: The Victorian Erotic Trilogy Comes To Its Climax! After experiences with the flagellants of Chicago and Boston, Lord Drialys, a peer of the British realm, uncovers even more scandalous goings-on in the Big Apple of the 1880s! Here is an acknowledged masterpiece of the "romance of the lash." Follow Lord Drialys' adventures with the cane and birch through the bedrooms of the oh-so hypocritical "four hundred." As Paul von Essentisch, Ph.D. writes, "Lord Drialys tingles with excitement as he bares his bizarre American adventures. His lashing style and snappy insight are whipped together into a masterpiece of unusual deliciousness?"
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler, 2004
eBookwise Release Date: October 2004

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [148 KB]
Words: 31045
Reading time: 88-124 min.

CHAPTER 1

When I left incomparable Aurora, after having slipped a few gold coins into her hand, it was eight o'clock. I was in such a state of erotic exacerbation, that my head swam. Without knowing where I was going, I strolled straight on, mechanically, aimlessly, through the club-rooms, where a goodly company still lingered.

The fustigation of the lovely lady lecturer had produced a most astounding effect upon me. Instead of experiencing the calm repose and beatitude that generally follow a good birching, the nerve-stirring penance of Miss Aurelia Dora had aroused within me an imperious yearning for the final energetical lascivious upheaval.

How was I to assuage my cravings at such a late hour? For a second, I had some idea of rushing off to see Miss Harriet, but there was no certainty she would be at home. On the contrary, it was more than likely she was in the habit of dining out and spending her evenings at theatres, or variety halls. My thoughts reverted regretfully to Mrs. Colonel Islington, who had felt greatly inclined to curb me beneath her yoke, if I had not diplomatically got out of her clutches, in the hope of obtaining complete satisfaction with the golden goddess. She had merely aroused my passions, while the view of her noble nudity had set my sensuality in a blaze. A paltry resource only remained to me--that of shutting myself up alone in one of the separated rooms, to apply to my own rutting body a shower of cuts with the fine riding-whip I wsa sure to find in any one of the well-stocked boudoirs. This flagellating onanism, if I may venture to say so, was but a pale imitation of the real thing, but it would at least serve to appease the revolt of my flesh, if not of my senses.

I had just decided in favour of solitary self-scouring, in order to escape from the torments of my lust which would have prevented me sleeping; I had turned back toward the lobby leading to the secluded retreats, when, as luck would have it, an angel crossed my path to save me, in the person of Mrs. Islington herself, the superb Lady President.

"You here--so late?" said the young woman, in surprise.

The sight of the peerless lady caused poignant emotion to rise in my breasts.

"And you, madam?" I replied. "Have you granted absolution to the graceful girlie who needed your splendid services so much?"

"I'm furious! I've put myself out of the way for nothing! She has not turned up. Guess what a state this disappointment has got me into! I did so much desire to quiet my nerves by cutting up some big bottom or the other!"

"Dear Mrs. Islington!" I nearly shouted, so overjoyed was I, "you can't tell how happy I feel at meeting you when animated by a spirit that fits in splendidly with a tornado of exasperation now holding me fast in its vortex."

"Is that so? Honest truth?" she replied, quite pleased. "I'm so glad! This is real good news for me! Come along, friend!"

Shuddering with delight, she drove me in front of her down the passage; her fine eyes flashing with phosphorescent light.

"Now, Harry boy, you're my slave! I'm going to take you home with me. I guess I'll torture you all night! Oh, isn't it grand!" And her voice had a hard metallic ring.

Her motor-car was waiting at the door of the club. It was a two-seat coupe. An elegantly dressed young girl jumped lightly from the vehicle and took her place by the side of the chauffeur. Clothed in a tailor-made frock, that fitted her like a skin, I recognised Jeannette, the lissom Louis XVI chambermaid.

In the narrow carriage, a cosy snuggery, softly swinging on resilient wheels, strong springs and india-rubber tyres, I could not help pressing against the seductive Lady President. I let my muscles relax their tension, as I fully appreciated the extent of my present happiness, while cradled in the luxurious, softly gilding automobile.

My angelic companion had thrown open her cloak. In close contact with me was the divine nakedness of her shoulders and bosom, whence emanated intoxicating fragrance.

I inhaled the perfume of her neck and armpits, so near to me, and, almost delirious, I ventured to pass my trembling hands up and down her satin arms.

"Harry!" she exclaimed, her whole frame stirring with a convulsive shudder, "will you please keep a respectful distance? You do really require birching!"

These words coming from the lips of my celestial acquaintance acted on me like a piquant aphrodisiac, and losing my head entirely, I slipped my fingers under her arm in that mysterious chalice--the fold of the shoulders.

She started, and with her little hand, gave me a slap on the cheek that electrified me.

"I've had enough of your pawing, anyway!" she said. "Wait a bit! I'll tie your hands."

She drew from under her mantle a long plaited cord, and fastening my wrists tightly together, fixed the end of the silken rope to the interior door handle.

"There you are, my fine fellow!" she said. "Now try and teaze me again if you can!"

She then drew herself away from me, reclining in her corner, and in the half-darkness, seemed entirely transfigured as I gazed at her. Her features were set hard, and her eyes, under their long lashes, glittered with new domineering lust. I should like to have inhaled the whole of the perfume of her sweet body, for she was a superb flower of love.