The Table, Prelude

**This was written by a friend who was inspired from reading the rest of The Table. *blushes* How awesome is that?!**

I sit across the table from you, looking, observing. You are stunning this evening.  Hair pulled up exposing your delicate neck. Your evening dress accentuates your features.  The black material of the dress broken with thin hints of silver and gray. Your shoulders are exposed except for thin straps. Your cleavage captures my attention.

You look away, embarrassed by the raw unabashed attention. You take in the surroundings, we are alone. The dining room is of the highest caliber.It's opulence is not lost on you.

"How did you afford a membership here?" you inquire.

"Well, I could only afford to open the door," I replied looking around to illustrate my point. "I'm an associate member, I have to take steps to secure a full membership."

"Take steps?" another question.

"It isn't about money.  Lyle is the master of the club. He has no need for my money, he wants something more precious, more dear."

No question, just a quizical look in response.

"You", I say in an informational tone.

You set your napkin on the table and begin to rise, "I'm not,"

"Sit!" It is a firm tone, you have heard it before.  The implication is clear. "Your panties, now if you please" the tone now tinged with a hint of impatience. "Do not have me ask again.  Do not cause a scene."

Slowly you reach down.  The table hides your movements, but I can see you are adjusting yourself left and right, slightly bowing forward.  You offer me your black panties.  I take them in my hand, they feel of satin, there is very little material.

I snap a finger.  A well dressed man approaches your side.  I stand and hand your satin panties to him.  "Thank you, Sir" he offers in response. 

"If you care to relax in the game room, cigars and brandy are available to our valued members.I will take care of preparations."

You are alone with this strange man.

"Young miss" he addresses you, "Please stand and remove your dress".

You stare forward in disbelief. You are unable to even look in his direction.

"Young miss, I have no desire to hurt you.  Remove it or it will be removed." and then to help show the sense of complying "It appears to be a truly marvelous dress, it would be a shame for it to be damaged".

Slowly you rise.  Trembling, you slide the straps over your shoulder allowing the dress to fall to the floor.  Soon, at his insistance, you are naked, holding his hand, following this man to another room.

You stand docile until offered a seat.  You sit, legs together, arms crossed before your full breasts.  You can feel your heart beating.

"You feel scared, betrayed" he offers, "You shouldn't, your gentleman has brought you because you are of great value to him.  We have determined his price, membership here".  he continues "young wives, fiancees, beloved girlfriends, women of beauty with a sense of jeopardy are brought here as gifts."

You see him taking a wide polished brown leather belt and restraints from a chest.  He turns and displays them to you.  "This belt will be secured to your waist.  Your wrists, secured by these restraints, will be secured to your side.  You are a very fortunate woman, so docile, so obedient."  He steps behind you, you feel his hands on your shoulder.  "Many of our gifts require further preparation until they accept the result that you already know is inevitable".  His hands slide off your shoulders onto the sides of your arms "Please, stand" he commands softly.

You stand with your hands on your head.  He inspects your body briefly.  Caressing you.  Your arms, breasts, waist, hips feel his touch.  The belt is attached tightly to your waist, your breath is hindered.  One wrist is restrained and buckled to the belt.  The other follows.  "I am going to lead you into the game room.  You will be taken to a table where I will leave you.  You will be used by many men tonight.  It is best that you resign yourself to this fate.  When the members tire of you, we will see if your gentleman wishes to have you back."

"Is this understood?"  He asks. 
You nod.
"Say it" He instructs
"I understand" you tell him, resigned to what awaits "I will do what you have told me"

Prelude to The Table