anonymous - The Memoirs of a Voluptuary

"Several of the others had now accoutred themselves with dildos. These found ready partners, so that when I turned to observe what they were doing, I found them dispersed in couples in various parts of the room, abandoning themselves to a regular debauch of sensuality, writhing and panting as they wrestled with one another, and subsiding into a chorus of hysterical screams and sighs as one after another the well- springs of their sperm gave way and they deluged each other with their spendings, until the hot exhalations from their bodies and the smell of the spilt semen seemed to combat and overpower the scents and the perfume of the flowers with which the room abounded. It was a scene of abandon such as I had never imagined, and it did not cease until all had become utterly worn-out and exhausted.

"Helene at last notified the closing of the proceedings, and the members went into the adjoining room to dress, leaving me once more alone. Glad of the momentary escape from being observed, I quickly slid my hand under my petticoats and took hold of my throbbing cock in order to soothe it somewhat by a little rub, but I was too fearful of being surprised to be able to do it properly, and the only result was that it felt more inflamed when the ladies returned and I was compelled hastily to desist.

"On reaching the entrance-hall, we made our adieux, as all were going their several ways, but before we left Cecile begged me to wait for her a few minutes, as she was desirous of paying a visit to the lavatory. I had been standing about for a little while when a distinguished looking man in faultless evening-dress descended the stairs in company with another gentleman. They both looked hard at me, and the first individual, who bore himself very haughtily, went up to one of the lackeys and spoke to him in low tones. From the way they threw glances at me, I judged that I was the subject of their conversation, and I was not therefore altogether taken by surprise when the unknown individual, who seemed to be treated with an extraordinary amount of deference, advanced to me and bowed saying, 'Will you do me the honour of accompanying me, mademoiselle. Madame la Duchesse will follow later.' The request somewhat astonished me at first, but on reflecting for a moment, I concluded that Cecile must have made some further arrangements of which she had not notified me, so I permitted the stranger to lead me out, his companion following us.

"I was conducted to a well-appointed carriage, in which we all three took our seats. I noticed that the second man invariably addressed the other as 'monseigneur', a title only used when speaking to personages of the highest rank, and I was not a little perturbed as I kept wondering who he could be. He was quite evidently, however, labouring under the impression that I was a female, as he continued to talk to me about Cecile, and asked me various questions relative to my history that put me at my wit's end to reply to without contradicting myself, but the devilment of the idea possessed me, and the whole adventure seemed so humorous that I determined to do my best to keep up the farce as long as possible.

"We were driving for perhaps a quarter of an hour, and I had a very remote notion of where we were, although I fancied it to be somewhere in the neighbourhood of the Boulevard Haussmann, but at last we alighted at an imposing mansion, and I was ushered into a spacious and magnificent vestibule, where an obsequious footman in a livery of blue and silver and a powdered wig relieved me of my opera cloak.

"Monseigneur, whose grand air seemed to sit upon him like a well-fitting garment, conducted me up the marble staircase to an elegant salon above, where amble, set out with a fine display of plate and hothouse flowers and softly-tinted lamps, was laid for three. I thought at first that the third place might be for Cecile, but when our companion, who was addressed by monseigneur as Francois, took the seat, I began to feel much disturbed at my friend's desertion, and enquired when she would make her appearance. Monseigneur's manner was not altogether reassuring, although he answered and said, 'Madame la Duchesse will be here later on, but she was unavoidably detained. In the meantime, mademoiselle, let us make the best of the occasion during her unfortunate absence, and enjoy what pleasure the present moment can give us.' There was nothing more to be said, so I concealed the vexation I felt as well as I was able, and set myself to do as much justice as I could to the dainty supper which the deft and attentive servants placed before us. In the middle of the meal, monseigneur filled my glass with champagne and, raising his own, stood up, exclaiming with all the bearing of a grand seigneur, 'Mademoiselle, will you permit me? I drink your health!' I bowed low, hiding my face for a moment lest it should express my feelings at the ludicrousness of the situation, but as I looked up again nothing in monseigneur's grave smile betrayed that he had any suspicion of me.

"A considerable amount of wine was consumed, although I took care not to allow too much to be pressed upon me, and my neighbours' faces were rather flushed before we had' finished supper. Then monseigneur rose and held out his arm to me, saying, 'May I have the honour, mademoiselle, of conducting you into the next room?" I could find no excuse for refusing, although I think I would have done so had I noticed that Francois did not come with us, but I was not aware that he had not followed us until the door of the adjoining apartment had been closed, leaving me alone with monseigneur. I found that I was in a luxurious bedroom, which had apparently been prepared for our reception, for all the crimson-shaded lamps were alight; and a fire burned brightly on the hearth. It began to dawn upon me that I had fallen into some sort of a trap and I can tell you that I felt considerably alarmed as monseigneur, throwing off his majestic reserve caught me to his breast and kissed my mouth. What was I to do? I hesitated to declare myself, fearing his anger, and glanced wildly on either side, seeking an opportunity for escape. But I could find none, and in the meantime monseigneur appeared to be working himself up to a high pitch of amorous passion, regarding me fixedly with ardent eyes as he continued to lavish embraces on my lips and cheeks, while his hot breath, reeking of champagne, fanned my face like the Arabian simoon. 'At last we are alone! Come to my arms, mademoiselle,' he cried. 'Ah! monseigneur,' I exclaimed in desperation, 'you overwhelm me. Have pity, and let me go, I implore you.' 'Mademoiselle,' he cried, 'your wishes are commands to me. But before you deprive me of your society, will you not allow me the privilege of tasting those charms which I am sure are yours in the highest degree?' 'Oh! monseigneur; I cannot,' I said, looking at him as piteously as I knew how; 'and what will Cecile say if she discovers me here?' 'You can rest assured," he responded, "That Madame la Duchesse will be lenient with you. One so fond of pleasantry as she is, would not be hard on another.'

"I entreated and besought him to let me go, but he turned a deaf ear to my earnest request, and sought to stop my words with caresses, while my apparent unwillingness infected him with increased fervour. His growing impatience added to my fright, and my eyes glistened with genuine tears as I endeavoured to tear myself away. Finding my efforts useless, I adopted an angry tone and threatened to complain to Cecile of his importunity as soon as she arrived. 'That reminds me,' he responded, speaking slowly and with some effort; 'it is possible that Madame la Duchesse may not come. In fact I do not think that she will.' He paused in order to let the effect of this speech sink in and in a moment the truth came upon me that he had brought me hither for his own purposes, unbeknown to Cecile, and I upbraided him with his treachery. 'It was cruel of you, monseigneur; why have you done this? Cecile will be in terror thinking that I am lost.' 'Fear not,' he replied; 'I left word that you were safe, and in good company. Come, mademoiselle, you cannot escape me. Surrender yourself to my embraces. See! I kneel and kiss your hand,' and he chose his actions in accordance with his words. I was silent and irresolute, pondering over this new turn in the situation, and before I had made up my mind what course to pursue, he rose and attempted to drag me to a sofa. I struggled and cried out; but was helpless in his strong hold, and in a moment he had forced me down on the cushions, supporting me with one arm and pressing his lips to mine again in a wine-soaked caress. I grew hot and cold by turns, and a numbness seized my limbs. Before I could summon up strength for further resistance, or even recover my voice, he had with a lightening movement got his free hand underneath my petticoats, and next instant it was resting between my thighs. The shock at what he felt there must have been great. He drew a long breath and did not move for a moment, then exclaimed hoarsely, 'Mon Dieu! It is a boy.'