ALISON DEFTLY STEERED HER JEEP up to the iron gates. A discreet plaque imbedded in the brick pillar said "Private: Members Only". A video camera atop the brickwork swiveled and pointed at the driver's side.

"Good day, Madame" came a voice from a hidden speaker. "May we see your invitation, please?"

Smiling, Alison held the small ivory coloured card out her window.

"Thank you."

The iron gates swung open with a well-oiled precision.

Driving slowly, Alison admired the beautifully landscaped grounds. In the distance, she could see others entering the elegant clubhouse. The building, with rich woods and gleaming white stucco dappled with the mottled shadow of overhanging oaks and elms, was designed to compliment the park like golf course.

Alison drew the Jeep up to the foot of the clubhouse steps. Checking her face in the rear view mirror, she smiled her approval at what she saw: black hair shot with the darkest brown, a spiral perm cascading down to milky shoulders, pale blue-tinged green eyes glistening like twin gemstones, a long narrow face with high cheekbones, the ripe beauty of her Mediterranean ancestors shining through. She was not beautiful in the typical North American white-bread sense, but she knew she was worthy of a second, even a third look. A slow smile widened across her face, red lips parting to show glistening white teeth, as Alison looked at the mirrored image of Julia.

Her slave was in a state of near hysteria. A sheen of sweat gleamed across her nubile body as she huddled, bound hand and foot, inside the wire pet carrier in back of the jeep. A broad leather belt cinched her tightly at the waist. A strap led from the centre of the belt and disappeared into the mysterious space between Julia's legs. Nipple clamps with egg shaped devices hanging down, adorned each perfect breast. A bright red rubber ball spread Julia's lips in a most delicious fashion. Leather straps running all over the girl's face and head completed the harness gag.

A faint humming sound could be heard after Alison shut down the jeep's ignition. Julia's hips bucked in the throes of yet another orgasm.

"There there, dear," said Alison with a wicked smile. "You'll be out of your traveling case in just a moment." She took a small plastic remote control from her purse and punched in a combination of numbers. "And I'll just turn those things off for now."

Julia's tear-filled eyes expressed her thanks as the vibrators stopped tormenting her nipples.

"mmmPPH?" she mumbled behind the rubber ball.

"Oh very well," said Alison impatiently, her fingers flicking more number pads on the remote control. The dildos filling both of Julia's lower passages also stopped their vibrating motions. "But I will remember this later, Julia!"

A male voice interrupted. "Excuse me, madam."

Alison turned in the driver's seat to see a man standing next to the open window.

"My Lady Meranda Augusta welcomes you to West Roissy," he said. "I have been instructed to assist her guests."

Alison turned in the driver's seat and took in the male with a practiced glance. He was about six feet tall, and dressed in a footman's livery: red waistcoat, tan breeches, a white shirt with ruffles at the collar and cuffs, black boots that gleamed in the sun. Two things distinguished him from the typical footman, however. He wore a wide black leather collar about his neck and black leather cuffs at his wrists; second, his costume was made entirely of form fitting rubber.

"Well, isn't that nice of her," said Alison as the footman opened the door, offering his hand in assistance. Swinging her toned and shapely legs out the open door, Alison stepped down from the driver's seat. She smoothed her black leather miniskirt. Her eyes ran down his body, lingering at the bulging rubber between his legs. Her pink tongue darted out to wet her lips, then vanished back inside.

"My bag and clubs are in the back," she said, tossing him her keys. "And be sure my pet is watered and allowed to stretch her legs."

"As you wish Madam" he replied with a courtly bow. He raised an eyebrow as he admired the naked captive in the travel case. "Would you like her groomed and brought to you after dinner?"

Alison smiled her pleasure. "Yes, that would be nice! But don't remove the belt." Turning, Alison confidently strode up the steps to the clubhouse doors.

He watched Alison walk away, admiring the movement of her shapely buttocks in the tight leather skirt. The footman knew that he would be severely punished if his Mistress, the Lady Meranda, saw him, but he also knew that she was busy elsewhere. He was not concerned if Alison saw him, for that would only bring a scolding.

Julia whimpered as the footman opened the back of the jeep.

He gazed at the naked bound beauty in the small wire cage. Her eyes were very wide with fear and uncertainty.

"Well little one," the footman began, "Your mistress has left you in my care for a while. We're going to scrub you clean, give you a thorough grooming, and prepare you for dinner. You'll be one of the serving girls, of course. "

He poked his fingers through the wires and stroked one of Julia's breasts. Her movement at his touch made the egg-shaped vibrators sway. Ribbons of fiery pain raced through her tormented nipples and flesh at the motion.

He smiled to see the painful pleasure his touch could cause. Reaching in, he turned the case 90 degrees so that Julia now faced the front.

She squealed when he pinched her tautly stretched ass. But it was when he ran his fingers down the leather strap that split those two creamy globes that Julia really moaned her protest. She hated being touched by anyone but her beloved Maitresse!

"Plugged tight, are you?" the footman mused. He tapped on the metal rivets holding the rubber intruders to the leather strap. Julia squealed again as the plugs moved inside her. "I wonder what this does?" he said, punching a button on the remote keypad.

Julia screamed and bucked in the cage as the twin plugs came to life inside her. A droning sound could be heard underneath her moans and grunts.

The footman laughed.

He dropped the remote beside the cage, closed the back door, and, jingling the keys, casually strolled around to the driver's side.

"Tally ho!" he exclaimed as he fired the ignition.