The New Rituals of Thelema

"Good to meet you at last Eleanor. Both Charles and Becky have had wonderful things to say about you."

Eleanor had no doubt Charles would sing her praises but Rebecca Cohan had little reason too. Two years as Eleanor's junior in college had been a hard road for the nervous and rather plain jane.

"Thank you sir, my father has always spoken very warmly about you too."

Eleanor could feel the tiny hairs on the back of her neck standing on end as if being pulled by some impossibly forceful magnet.

"Benjamin."

Charles father looked over towards where Dashwood was sitting and nodded agreement to some request.

"Eleanor, Lord Dashwood has indicated he would like to meet you."

Benjamin Cohen wondered if the girl had some hearing impediment he wasn't aware of.

"Eleanor? Did you hear me? Lord Dashwood..."

"Yes Mister Cohen, of course."

The voice that tiptoed from Eleanor's mouth had nothing of its usual confidence, rather it was almost, well, scared. Taking Mister Cohens arm Eleanor turned slowly to face her idol. Derwent Dashwood was smiling broadly, in fact his whole face glowed with such kindness her feet seemed to float rather than step towards his chair. Whilst she was still a few feet away Derwent rose from his chair and with a great exclamation of happiness hugged her to his chest embracing her on both cheeks with a very loud and moist kisses. Usually such a show of affection would have made Eleanor recoil but in this instance she felt a sudden and overwhelming desire for immediate impregnation.

"Who is this beautiful young creature Benjamin? I apologize for my overly moist affection my dear, you are just so charming."

"Eleanor Van de Veldt Derwent, Gerry Van de Veldts daughter."

"Ahh yes Gerry, such a good friend of mine my dear. I would so have liked him to attend this evening but it might have been politically a little sticky."

Dashwood touched the side of his nose as he spoke and winked at Eleanor with great hidden meaning.

"I didn't realize daddy was your friend Lord Dashwood."

"Oh yes dear, friends forever and a day. Met in Cairo I believe when he was Ambassador or something."

Eleanor remembered her father being in Egypt whilst she was at boarding school and nodded her agreement.

"Yes, yes I remember him telling me about Cairo."

"Such a pretty girl you are Eleanor; I am surprised our paths have never crossed before. I do hope your father wasn't hiding you from me."

"I am sure that's not the case Milord."

"Now, now my dear, no need for such formality. Pretty things like you are allowed to call me Derwent in public."

Eleanor beamed so broadly she felt decidedly self-conscious. She was so elated she hardly noticed Derwent's left hand slide down her back to her left buttock. The pinch however was quite hard enough to get her attention.

"Just a little something to remind you of me my little angel."

Eleanor suddenly felt very brave and leaning forward whispered softly into Dashwood's ear.

"Whatever you desire Derwent."

The fingers pinched her again in almost exactly the same spot but with much more force. This time she felt her labia lips moisten decidedly and her nipples pressed hard against the interior of her gowns bodice.

"You have very strong hands."

"My dear Eleanor you have no idea! Do lets dance."

Derwent led Eleanor onto the floor having grasped her right hand in his left would his right hand low around her waist. His fingers spread quite obviously across the contours of her tight but ample buttocks but she was far too full of her success in ensnaring her hero to care. Little did she realize that in reality she was the fish on the snare, trapped by her own brimming self-confidence into a dance macabre with the devil himself.

Eleanor found herself the recipient of all she had desired. Derwent Dashwood not only lavished her with attention but insisted on her being treated by all and sundry as a rightfully significant ornament on his arm. She was intoxicated with both his personal charisma and undeniable social power, he was without doubt the center of this very exclusive universe and she happily accepted the role of moon to his sun, reflecting his glorious light joyously. The evening passed in a mirage of waltzes, intoxicating champagne and disarming compliments, Eleanor was first seductively penetrated by delicious triumph and then pitilessly ravished by granted dreams. A girl can only take so much continuous pleasuring before succumbing totally to sublime orgasmic delirium.

Eleanor's progress had far exceeded her wildest dreams. She had been overjoyed to see her hero from afar, to be chosen as someone he personally recognized was far beyond even her most outlandish imaginings, outside of purely masturbatory daydreams, so finding herself sitting in the backseat of his vintage rolls Royce on route to a private after party soiree was utterly mind-numbing. When he first invited her she had imagined he was joking. Certainly Eleanor had a high opinion of herself but to be plucked from comparative social obscurity and raised so exaltedly was more than a girl could fathom.

"Relax my dear, we are going to have a wonderful time."

Derwent's voice rolled over her consciousness like delicious syrup, sweetening and disarming simultaneously.

"Nothing reason for you to be afraid."

"Oh no, I am not the slightest afraid. I am just, well, very nervous. I don't want to do the slightest thing to disappoint or embarrass you."

"Now what could you possibly do to disappoint?"

Derwent's face was very close to Eleanor's and she could feel his words hot on her skin. Her throat felt very dry and her vagina very wet. His lips momentary brushed against hers and she all but fainted from the force of the blood pounding in her veins.

"We are going to my country house. I think you will find it quite breathtaking in so many ways."

Eleanor knew about the Dashwood estates of course but as with most people had only ever seen the ten-foot-high iron gated security wall that surrounded the densely wooded interior. The house itself was shrouded in mystery. Building was started in the late 19th century by an eccentric coal billionaire after the mysterious death of his wife. The building was reputed to have at least hundred rooms to date, each one decorated to represent a different culture or epoch and rumor had it that construction still continued under Dashwood's supervision without a break.

"I have heard it is beautiful Derwent."

"I like Derwent in public Eleanor, but prefer Sir in private."

Eleanor was inclined to giggle but decided to play along.

"Of course Sir."

"I hope you don't think I am joking Eleanor."

Derwent slid a hand down the top of Eleanor's bodice and pinched her right nipple very hard. Eleanor was mightily surprised when her body reacted by producing as intense an orgasm as she had managed in quite a few weeks.

"Good girl."

Derwent kissed Eleanor's forehead much as a father kisses a wayward offspring when they present themselves for admonishment. The effect on Eleanor was as far from such innocent meaning as can be acknowledged. She rather placed her hand on Derwent left knee and slowly slid the itching palm up the inside of his thigh till she felt the comfortingly large lump she was seeking.

"Welcome home Lord Dashwood."

The woman who opened the Rolls Royce's heavy door had a very obvious English accent and was dressed in almost as expensive a gown as Eleanor herself.

"The young lady has been kind enough to accompany me home Elizabeth. Please ask Michel to arrange her quarters and I rely on you to school her on our more entertaining rituals for new guests. You step along with Elizabeth now my dear Eleanor and I will see you shortly."

Eleanor followed Elizabeth through the magnificent front entrance and into an adjoining sitting room.

"Would you care for a drink Eleanor?"

Eleanor nodded eagerly. She had lost just a little of the buzz she had felt a little earlier and decided a drink would probably be a good thing to keep her mood exactly right for anything that might present itself.

"You work for Derwent?"

"I suppose you could say that yes. We met a few months ago and he very kindly took me under his wing so to speak."

"He is a fascinating man."

"Yes, fascinating is a good word for him. You do know what is going to happen don't you?"

"Well, I suppose so."

Eleanor blushed and felt rather foolish and naive as a result.

"Don't be embarrassed dear, we all have to learn our place. You are probably on the right track. You seem to be quite a capable sort."

Elizabeth gave Eleanor a tumbler of what tasted like very good brandy and soda on ice.

"There are several lines of cocaine ready cut on the desk over there."

Eleanor must have looked surprised.

"You do powder your nose I presume?"

Eleanor felt the challenge and seating herself at the desk snorted in two long lines with panache.

"Oh I can see why he picked you, quite the precocious bitch!"

Elizabeth obviously considered the remark to be very complimentary to Eleanor.

"Well thank you I suppose."

Eleanor took the precaution of sucking in another line before moving to a more comfortable sofa in the center of the room. Elizabeth followed suit and sat beside her. Very close beside her.

"Derwent has very specific tastes you know."

"I don't really."

"He likes women who are strong characters."

Eleanor smiled happily. Exactly how she was feeling about herself.

"Then he breaks them into tiny little pieces."

"What?"

"Oh yes dear he will break you utterly. Make you wish you had never even read his name in a newspaper."

"But that's not...."

"Don't worry Eleanor you will enjoy every moment believe me."

"He did it to you?"

"Of course."

Elizabeth grabbed Eleanor's carefully teased hair between her fingers and kissed her very hard on the lips. Without thinking and probably under the influence of the cocaine Eleanor found her mouth opening easily to accept the proffered tongue.

"He's watching us now."

Elizabeth whispered the words into Eleanor's ear before frenching her again. The message was enough to give Eleanor a very good reason to respond warmly to the advances, not that much excuse was needed in her already heightened sexual state. Disappointingly as soon as Elizabeth's hand had managed to navigate between Eleanor's knees and find her very wet panty crotch a rather annoyingly loud gong sounded from the hallway.

"Sorry darling we will have to finish this a little later. Derwent wants you to join him."

Elizabeth first lead Eleanor back towards the main entrance but then took a totally unexpected detour down a very tight circular stair case. The steps were very steep and narrow, Eleanor followed Elizabeth's lead and kept her left shoulder pressed hard against the outside wall throughout the descent to avoid falling. After what seemed like an eternity the stairwell opened into a wider but still very claustrophobic corridor.

"You will find Derwent at the end, just beyond the curtains."

The heavy drapes were probably twenty feet or so away. They were parted just sufficiently to let a shaft of bright light illuminate where the two woman stood.

"You're not coming with me?"

"Two will definitely be the perfect number my dear. I will see you later though."

Elizabeth pulled Eleanor to her and kissed her hard.

"One thing I should mention; you need to crawl on all fours."

"What?"

"Crawl on all fours. You know how to crawl don't you?"

"Well yes I have actually practiced quite a lot. I have no idea why."

"That's a very good thing to hear, Derwent does like someone with a practiced ability."

Elizabeth placed her hands on Eleanor's shoulders and pushed her down firmly till she was on her hands and knees.

"Don't worry dear, Derwent will definitely appreciate your effort. You do want him to appreciate you don't you?"

Eleanor swallowed hard and nodded.

"Let me make it a little easier for you. " Elizabeth pushed Eleanor's gown up round her waist to free her legs whilst also taking the opportunity to fondle her very wet panty crotch.

"Mmmm, Derwent will be very happy with you darling, now off you go."

With a reassuring little pat on the Eleanor's ass cheeks Elizabeth turned and disappeared back up the stairs. Looking up briefly to recheck the distance Eleanor sucked in a huge lungful of air and began to slowly shuffle forwards towards the light. At first she felt quite silly, going through some sort of test that was totally below her status and feelings of self-worth. Then she remembered the hazings perpetuated at both her senior school and college, the quite ridiculous rituals prospects were expected to perform in order to reach acceptance. She remembered exactly what she was about to gain and felt suddenly quite different. Eleanor arched her back a little and trying concertedly to imitate the sensual swaying motion of a feline advanced with a new purpose.

"Stop."

Eleanor had emerged from the darkness into a large wood paneled room. The light was bright in her eyes and she was finding it difficult to make out details beyond Derwent's trouser legs, tense and musculaed some two feet in front of her nose.

"I said stop Eleanor. You must answer."

"Yes Derwent."

"That's not right."

Eleanor heard the rush of air and momentarily had no idea of the cause. Her confusion was quickly clarified when the riding crops leather snapper landed with some force on her left buttock.

"OWWWWWWWW!"

"That's not right either."

The sound came again and this time the pain exploded on her right buttock.

"Sorry............. Sir?"

"Yes, much better."

Eleanor felt a hand stroke her hair away from her eyes and almost without a thought moved her face quickly to press her lips against the knuckles.

"Sweet child."

Derwent's voice seemed a long way away, everything that was happening seemed slightly out of focus. Eleanor knew it was the cocaine and alcohol causing the lightheaded-ness but still found it almost impossible not to be overcome by the strange sensations that were permeating her being.

"Thank you Sir."

The words popped from her mouth as easily as any she had ever uttered and for some reason she felt both total physical arousal and spiritual elation.

"I have a special gift for you Eleanor."

Eleanor's heart pounded in her chest at hearing such a wonderful surprise.

"Thank you Sir."

Her body trembled just slightly and she realized she was very near to bursting into tears of utter joy.

"I am sorry this might be a little cold."

Eleanor felt the slow trickle of a fluid run down her ass crack. Derwent had thoughtfully pulled the flimsy string of her panties aside and was making sure her anus was luxuriantly covered by the substance with gentle administrations of his middle finger. The application was both cool and amazingly viscose, several times Derwent's finger accidentally slipped right inside Eleanor's tight and previously rarely penetrated ring muscle.

"Open your mouth my dear."

Obediently Eleanor opened her mouth and was rewarded by the insertion of what tasted like a large plastic dildo of some sort. Eleanor tested the shape with her tongue as Derwent turned it in her mouth and decided it was exactly the shape of the butt plugs she had seen used in several pornography videos.

"It might seem a little tight at first but don't fight dear one."

The plug disappeared from her mouth and reappeared as a sudden pressure against her anus. Eleanor's first thought was that such a thing would never fit in her untried orifice but Derwent obviously had a completely different opinion.

"Push back Eleanor."

Dutifully Eleanor arched her back and spreading her cheeks as wide as possible pushed back and .........

"FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKK.'

The plug slipped in with a twist and Eleanor's stretched ring bit back hard on the narrowest part of the stem. She conjectured by the tickling against her inner thighs that the plug must have some sort of hair attachment undoubtedly making it appear like a tail.

"Ohhhh...................... FUCKKKKKKKKKKKK!'

The effect was sudden and overwhelming. Eleanor arched her back again and began to orgasm when.............

"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!"

Eleanor's bladder emptied in one long hard stream, seeming to rip one, two, three violent orgasms on the crest of the liquid wave. Eyes tight shut she fought for breath, her nostrils full of the familiar odor of her own bodily discharges.

"Such a good girl."

The crop began to descent rhythmically on her buttocks, right, left, then right again.

"Thank you Sir."

"Thank you Sir."

"Thank you Sir."