Dansett House 10 - Casino Evening

It had been a long and hot midsummer's day on the estate, and all of the staff had been working hard. It was always this way when the Dansett's put on any kind of event. This one was an annually held one, known in the upper class circles as the Casino Evening. It was usually one of those days of the year blessed with fine weather.

The large Marquee had been erected on the South lawn, just to the side of the main house. This was the Casino for the weekend. The main guests would only be visiting for the one evening, but the Dansett's always let the staff have their own Casino Night the following day. It was a 'letting your hair down' kind of thing, and everyone at the house looked forward to it. As with almost all of Lord and Lady Dansett's endeavours, it required the staff to 'go that extra mile' to ensure it was a spectacular success. Many rich and influential people would be attending, and no one had been disappointed yet!

The grand banquet went like clockwork, and by seven in the evening, most of the guests were meandering across the lawns, heading towards the 'Casino'. The grass had been deliberately cut nice and short just so that the ladies long dresses would not snag. Inside the marquee was a deep burgundy coloured carpet that made the card tables and roulette wheels stand out nicely.

By the time eight o'clock had arrived, it was mainly the hardcore gamblers that remained. Some had wives, girlfriends, husbands or boyfriends with them, some not. The bar was still busy, and the murmur of conversation provided a constant hum. Members of the house staff were loitering or carrying drinks between the bar and various groups or tables that were situated around the outside edge of the carpet. It was still warm outside, and the daylight was only still thinking about fading.

The infamous Treasure Hunt was starting, and a group of people had gathered around the table set up in the corner. Christopher Dansett was handing out the clue sheets himself.

'Now, don't forget to pay for any treasure that you find, one thousand is the minimum reward, of course there is no upper limit.' He joked.

Several couples took their sheet of paper and began reading, each sheet was different. There were also quite a few single men and women wandering around intently trying to work out the clues before they had even gone outside.

The gambling around them continued.

'The East and West gardens are both included as your Map, enjoy yourselves.' Declared Lady Helena Dansett as some guests headed out of the marquee.

After another fifteen minutes or so, everyone taking part had left and disappeared into the surrounding gardens and grounds.

After working some things out, James had found his way over to the Tennis court. A high flying banker by trade, he had been invited to the event for the first time after his father had put him in touch with Lord Dansett to help with some investments overseas. He was not the usual rich brat that had been given a seat on Daddy's board of directors, and had worked hard since University to get to where he was. He was now very rich for his age, but was not brash along with it. He was also not the stereotypical good looking poster boy that had all the pretty girls chasing him around town, in fact he was quite ordinary to look at, which suited him just fine. He was quick witted though, and it hadn't taken very long to work out the clues. He was sure that he was in the right spot, and was excited, and slightly confused at the same time. He had heard the stories of the Dansett's famous Treasure Hunt, and wanted to know if any of it was true. He had done reasonably well at the card tables already, and his pocket was full of his winnings. He looked around. Then he saw the Bowling Green to his right, and realised his minor error. The 'grass so fine' that he sought was not the tennis court after all. He ambled over to the smaller manicured lawn, passing the small pavilion on his left.

As he came to the edge of the lawn, he spotted a small wooden bench a little off to the left hand end. On it was a very deeply folded blanket or throw that looked to be almost four inches deep. Upon this was kneeling one of the house maids. She was facing away from him, with her hands bound together and tied to the far end of the bench seat so her weight was on her knees and elbows. She wore what looked like a cream coloured silk mask that was in fact a full face blindfold, with only a small aperture to breathe through. It was fastened around the girl's head with a lace ribbon of gold. Her blonde hair was platted into a long tail that rested along her back, almost reaching to her short dark grey coloured skirt. Her shiny black court shoes hanging just off the end of the seat.

As he neared the bench, the girl's head turned slightly. He was soon standing slightly behind her, and off to her right side.

'Hello, my name is James.' He said softly. She didn't reply.

'Are you one of the treasures?' he asked.

She nodded slowly, still not saying a word.

'Wow.' He said. 'Maybe this is the best Treasure Hunt in the country after all.' He took a step closer, reached out, and gently stroked his hand over her perfectly rounded bottom while taking in her lovely legs and heels. James had a thing for a nice pair of legs, and classy or sexy shoes were always a good thing.

She didn't flinch at all. He was surprised, and a little thrilled by what was before him. He swept his hand a little further up her back, beside the platted hair, and down her left side. She moved a little, but not much. He gently caressed the side of her left breast through the flimsy silk or satin material of her cream blouse. Looking closer at the side of her face that was not covered by the mask, he now thought that maybe she was not so young after all. Maybe a young looking forty?

He looked around, slightly nervously. Then it dawned on him that everything he had heard about the Dansetts was probably true after all. He smiled to himself, and stepped sideways a little so that he was immediately behind her. With his legs slightly apart, her shoes hung in the space between his knees. He reached down and unzipped his trousers. Pulling aside his boxers, his now growing cock made a bid for freedom. Sliding his hands under each side of her skirt, he slid it up and over the pert bottom before him. She wasn't wearing any underwear. He reached between her legs with is right hand and caressed her. His pole was now ready for action, and he carefully aimed himself as he took hold of her narrow waist in both hands and smoothly but firmly thrust himself into her. Her arms stretched out before her, the thin rope pulled tight as he pulled her fully onto his shaft. She let out a long sigh as he filled her and began a very slow and deliberate motion forwards and backwards, almost completely withdrawing at the end of each stroke. After a minute or so, she stopped trying to hold her head up, and began to breathe more heavily as James continued to slide his rod in and out of her. He didn't want to rush this moment, and was still having a hard time believing that it was really happening. Another couple of minutes later, he slid his hands further up her sides and began to gently squeeze her breasts. They were firmer than he expected, and nicely shaped to fill his hands, not too big, or too small he thought. Her nipples were very stiff, and he delighted in running his fingernails over the shiny blouse's surface where they were trying hard to poke through. She clearly had no underwear on at all of any kind. Rocking back and forth, enjoying every second, he became braver. He leant forwards so that he could access the front of her blouse, and began to unbutton it from the top down. He reached inside and stroked her bare smooth warm flesh keenly. He was now becoming a little more eager the more excited he got. His motions sped up a bit, and his hands were all over her. She was by now beginning to have trouble keeping quiet, and her soft moaning started to fill the air. He took hold of her platted hair in his left hand and pulled on it a little - just enough to lift her head up again. He then reached around with the other hand and took a hold of her bare neck. He gripped her throat firmly, but not hard enough to hurt her as he turned her head enough that he could at least see the side of her face while he continued to pump her relentlessly. He was now ramming himself against her with some force. Suddenly he let go of her neck, and took hold of both of her shoulders, pulling himself into her as far as he could manage with each forward thrust.

When he came, he let out a low guttural moan as he emptied himself inside her. She whimpered and then moaned too as she orgasmed at the same moment. James continued, grasping her hips as he finished.

The maid now slumped forwards a little, resting herself on her arms in the thick blanket. Her hands were still clasped together as she savoured the ebb of her pleasure. Her breath still a little ragged, she fought to compose herself.

James repacked his shorts, and zipped himself up again. He gently pulled her skirt back down over her beautiful behind, and stepped forwards beside her. Bending down a little more, and still breathing a little heavily himself, he gently kissed her on the cheek. He removed his hand from his pocket, and silently placed a roll of paper money in front of her on the seat.

'I very much enjoyed that, thank you. I believe a reward is customary. Nice shoes by the way.'

And with that, he took a deep breath to calm himself, turned towards the East gardens and quietly strolled away.

The East gardens were much less formal then those of the West. More of a 'natural' look. The pathways meandered through more woodland, and large outcrops of rock that must have been placed by a very ambitious landscape gardener long past. There were large sections that just seemed to be overgrown wilderness - but maybe that was the idea. The shrubs and trees grew freely everywhere, and dotted amongst all were wildflowers in abundance.

Lisette - or Lissy as everyone called her - and her fiance Carl were taking it nice and slowly, enjoying the beautiful evening. Carl had been a little lucky at Blackjack, and Lissy had also won a few spins at Roulette in the Casino earlier. They were apparently 'the perfect couple' according to all their friends. They had certainly both won the lottery of life when it came to good looks. Lissy was holding their sheet of clues and was thinking about them as they idled along. Carl was just enjoying the moment. It was certainly a lot more relaxing than his day job in the construction industry of the super rich. Both in their early forties, they were trying to make more of an effort to 'take it easier' these days. Luckily for the pair of them, sports played a major part in their limited free time, and had kept them both fit and healthy.

As they emerged from the trees on the dusty path, they saw before them an open clearing with a huge rocky mound at it's centre which seemed oddly out of place. It was like a gigantic rockery that had dropped randomly out of the sky long ago. Amid the giant rocks and boulders of the mound, there were beautiful flowers everywhere.

They approached casually, Lissy still reading their clues.

'Well, according to this, we should find a treasure here.' She said smiling.

Carl looked at her, as if to answer, and then thought better of it. He just smiled at her. Lissy knew him well enough to know that look;

'Oh please, you can't be that corny.' She replied, rolling her eyes because she knew what his answer was going to be.

They slowly circled the rockery, taking in all of the scents and colours before them as they did so. As they reached the opposite side of the feature to where they had entered the clearing, Carl spotted another narrow pathway leading towards the centre of the mound itself. Being curious, they both followed it, heading slightly uphill for the centre, which seemed to be one huge mass of granite. At the end of the path was a wall of the pink flecked rock, but with a large fissure in it. It appeared to be the entrance to a cave of sorts. They looked at each other puzzled.

'What do you think?' asked Carl. 'Feeling adventurous?'

'Why not, must be a path for a reason.' She replied.

Carl led the way, turning sideways so that he could squeeze through the narrow gap. Lissy followed carefully behind him. Once inside, the sight before them defied belief. It wasn't at all dark, like a cave should be. Instead, above them was a large domed glass ceiling, letting the evening's enchanting light flood the floor all around. It may not be dark, but it was a little eerie. In the centre of the large 'cave' stood a tree. It appeared to be an old tree, it's limbs and branches gnarled by age, and yet it was only around twenty feet tall, almost reaching the glass dome at it's highest point. It had an unusually thick trunk, as if it were suffering from stunted growth. Beside the tree was a large flat slab of granite approximately ten feet square. It was highly polished like a floor would be - maybe a small stage of some kind? The entire space was probably only forty feet across from one side to the other. There were small fairy lights all around the top of the rocky walls.

As they got closer to the tree at the centre, Lissy spotted a small sign on a post in front of it. On it was a single line of text; 'Sometimes a Punishment must come before a Reward.'

'What do you think that means?' asked Carl. 'Thought you said we would find a treasure here?'

'Well, that's what the clues seemed to suggest.' Replied Lissy, slightly confused.

They continued around the tree, taking in it's age and twisted beauty. Abruptly Lissy stopped, causing Carl to bump into her. She pointed to the trunk of the tree at the point they had now reached. Standing completely still against the trunk was what appeared to be a female member of the house staff. At least she was dressed in the uniform that all the staff seemed to wear. She was facing the tree, with her hands held above her in what looked like leather covered handcuffs that were attached by short lengths of chain to an old rusty metal ring that was seemingly growing out of the wood itself. Carl leaned over a little and tried to get a better look at the girl from the side.

'She's wearing a mask of some kind - can't see her face.'

Lissy's quick mind jumped to attention. 'Are you the treasure?' she asked the girl curiously.

The girl's short black bobbed hair wavered slightly as she nodded. Lissy again turned to Carl. 'Well, this is interesting. What exactly did that sign say?'

Carl turned and stepped back to the small sign on the post.

'Sometimes a Punishment must come before a Reward.' He replied thoughtfully. He glanced around, and then he looked upwards a little. 'Oh...' he said quietly to himself.

'What?' asked Lissy.

Lissy stepped over to where Carl was still looking upwards. Above them there hung several items that certainly did not normally grow on trees.

'Oh...' said Lissy. 'Do you think..?'

'Yes.' Answered Carl before she could finish the question.

The items included a rounded leather "paddle" that looked a bit like a kitchen chopping board only thinner, a short black riding crop, a coiled whip, and a small gold envelope.

Carl reached up and took down the envelope. He took out the thick piece of card and read it aloud to Lissy.

'This is Claire, your treasure. She awaits your Reward.'

Lissy looked at Carl mildly shocked. 'How did they know?'

Carl just grinned at her. 'I have no idea, but how about it? It's not like we haven't talked about it.'

Lissy turned back to the tree. 'Claire isn't it, are you ok with this?'

Claire nodded again slowly.

Lissy stood and thought about the situation they now found themselves in. It seemed like ages, but was really just a few seconds; 'The idea still turns me on' she said smiling at him.

Carl reached up and pulled down the other items that were still hanging in the branches above them. He held them out in front of Lissy, spread like a deck of cards. She looked at them thoughtfully for a second, and then reached forwards and made her choice. The leather was very shiny and smooth, and though it resembled a chopping board in size, it was quite lightweight. The rounded handle was covered with soft suede to make it comfortable to hold and non-slip. She turned and stepped back towards Claire who was still standing silently facing the bark of the tree, arms stretched upwards. Her black patent heels just bearing her weight on the slightly dusty ground.

Carl stepped over to be on the other side of Claire and glanced at Lissy, who was looking a little pensive as she weighed up the paddle in her right hand. She was gently chewing her lip while thinking things over. Then, with a deliberate but slow motion, she took a swing and quite firmly connected the flatness of the leather with right hand side of Claire's quite pert and rounded derriere. There was a loud crack, almost like a shot that rang out in the eerie silence of the "cave". Claire noticeably flinched and at the same time drew in a short sharp breath. Lissy waited a second or so, and then drew back her hand and landed the paddle again, this time just as firmly, but on the other cheek. The second crack of sound seemed somehow even louder, and was followed by a low moan from Claire. She gripped the chain that attached the handcuffs to the tree even tighter.

Carl reached over and cupped Claire's breast through her blouse, gently groping it's firm roundness as Lissy steadily continued to paddle her behind. After almost five minutes, whilst there was a pause in the proceedings, he took hold of the small almost hidden zipper at the side of Claire's short and tight-fitting skirt and gently pulled it undone. Once unhooked, the skirt smoothly dropped to the floor revealing an almost cherry red bottom that was nicely warm to the touch now. Claire had remained almost completely silent throughout Lissy's onslaught, producing only gentle moans of delight every now and again.

Lissy was now breathing quite hard too, and seemed to be more than just a little thrilled at the way things were going. She bent over and kissed Claire's glowing and tender bottom. Standing once more, she then reached around to the front of Claire's blouse and with one hand undid the buttons from top to bottom. Carl stroked his left hand over that gorgeous bare arse before him, taking in all of the curves before sliding his hand between Claire's legs and upwards. She was dripping wet, and sagged at the knees when he drew his fingers along her wetness. Lissy now took hold of Claire's shoulder and gently turned her around so that she was facing them. The silk mask was still in place, held by a small gold ribbon. Pulling aside the open blouse to take in the beauty of those pert tits, she noticed that there was something taped to Claire's chest, just about where a pendant might hang. Looking closer, Lissy recognised the object attached as a small key. She gently pulled it away and handed it to Carl.

'Handcuffs?' he queried. 'Do you want to let her go just yet?'

Lissy reached down and ran her hand between Claire's legs, stroking and rubbing her for a moment.

'Wow, she must be enjoying this as much as you seem to be.' She said while looking down at Carl's trousers which now had a pronounced bulge at the front.

Carl grinned and looked her in the eye, 'I have to admit that I am rather enjoying the show so far. Want me to undo those cuffs?'

'Why not?'

She spoke softly while the cuffs were removed; 'You aren't going to run away just yet are you Claire?'

Claire slowly shook her head from side to side.

Stepping out of the skirt at her feet, Claire was led by the hand over to the large granite slab beside the tree. With her blouse still hanging open allowing her tits to gently sway as she walked. Carl was having trouble walking at all!

Lissy motioned for Claire to sit on the edge of the slab which was tall enough to be a low seat. Again she flinched as her warm and tender bottom made contact with the coldness of the polished rock. 'Do you think you deserve your reward yet Claire?' she asked.

Claire again shook her head.

Lissy looked over at Carl, a little surprised. Carl reached down and unzipped his flies, letting his monster out. Lissy had seen it many times before, but never with another woman present. Suddenly she felt a lust like she had never experienced before. She took a firm hold of his member, and pulled him closer to where Claire was seated. She directed him to stand in front of their "treasure" and began to stroke him to full hardness. It didn't take long. Once she was satisfied that he was ready, she lifted up the bottom half of the mask, and pushed his iron cock between Claire's lips. She readily took his length and began to lick and suck him for all he was worth. Lissy sat down beside her and again reached between her legs to stroke her wetness. Claire obliged by spreading her legs a little more.

Looking down and seeing his cock sliding in and out of Claire's mouth, and those lovely legs spread wide enough for Lissy to be working that wet pussy was just heaven for Carl, and it didn't take very long for him to reach his point of no return. Lissy new exactly when that was, and at the exact right moment, she swiftly withdrew his meaty pole and furiously finished him off, his massive load spraying all over Claire's bare chest, covering her lovely tits and dribbling downwards to her throbbing pussy. Lissy immediately returned to between Claire's legs, and worked her until she orgasmed hard enough to let out a scream of pleasure.

Lissy was now becoming more and more swept up in the situation, and was pretty much up for anything. In an almost desperate voice she begged Carl;

'Take your clothes off honey, I really want to watch you fuck her, then I want you to fuck me while I am tied to the tree.'

Carl was still getting his breath, and looked at her incredulously.

'Wow, you really are feeling horny aren't you? You like this sort of thing then?' he asked.

'Well, I didn't know I did, until now. Yes please!' She started undoing her own dress as he started to take off his shirt.

Claire, still with her mask on, smiled and laid back on the cold shiny granite, her open blouse falling to either side exposing her cum splattered tits and pussy in all their glory.