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This story is fictional. It has no relationship to anyone I know, I ever met or anyone I may hope to meet. It came out of my own sick mind. It’s pornographic and should not be read by anyone who doesn’t like this kind of stuff. Also it should not be read if you are 18 years of age or under. It’s probably not good for you and you are not permitted to read this story. This story may be copied or saved, if you want to. However, no charge is permitted. If anyone copies it or transmit it to another, this statement must be included. Waldo Ataboy 5/19/2000

This story is about a place and not about a person. It involves persons of great power and influence and must be kept confidential. If you can’t keep this confidence then stop reading now and go elsewhere.

The Chateau is located in Luxembourg, and tucked away between Belgium, France and Germany. It is in a wooded area, isolated, but in a place of great scenic beauty. The Chateau is a converted castle dated back to the 12th century that has been tastefully enlarged to accommodate a large specialized clientele who demand their unique pleasures be satisfied. They can afford it since they have wealth beyond measure.
My name is Elliott (not the same Elliott who appears in Anne Rice’s Exit to Eden) but a math student, in my 3rd year at the university in need of funds to continue my education. In talking to the financial advisor at the university and after she informed me that I did not qualify for the limited funds available for a grant, I could continue with a student loan or get a job. A student loan would have resulted in such a large sum due after getting my bachelor’s and graduate degrees, I decided on getting a job. Of course a job required that I drop out of school for a year. Looking me over, she informed me that applications were being taken for guys like me at Chateau d’Grandeur. I never heard of the place before.
I applied. I was interviewed. I was given a thorough physical and mental examination. I was shocked when they informed me the nature of what they required for the job. They were looking for someone who would fit in the same way as one would fit in the island described in Exit to Eden. “Not for me,” I told them, “I’m no pervert; I’m no sicko.” They told me what the job would pay. I signed up for one year.
Being furnished with an airplane ticket to Belgium, I arrived in Brussels early and took the opportunity to visit the sites. I was scheduled to take a special bus with eleven other new male hired chaps to our destination, arrived late and was told by a heavy handed fascist broad that I would be reported and get my ass beaten. I told her I wasn’t that late and besides the bus was delayed for other reasons. The guy seated next to me a big good looking chap was especially talkative, told me he took the job because of some gambling debts and managed to evade some nasty types who felt that there was a duty to pay up or you better have your medical insurance paid up. He bragged that he wouldn’t be at the establishment too long, as he understood it was loaded with rich broads one of whom he would induce to finance his early departure.
When we arrived at the Chateau, we were lined up in a row outside, 100 feet from it and instructed to disrobe place all our belongings and our clothes in our suitcase to be taken away for storage. As we stood naked soon arrived a woman on horseback about 30 years old somewhat attractive tall and slim who after dismounting, told us her name was Lisa (not the same Lisa as appeared in Exit to Eden). We were informed that she was the manager of the Chateau, assigned all new personnel to their assignments, and were told that obedience and service was our prime dictate. All our superiors must be obeyed and failure would result in immediate punishment with the whip they each possessed.
We were to stand quietly at attention to be picked up to go with our immediate superior who would supply us with clothes and instructions as to our duties. However, we were told that in the course of our employment we will be required to also service the guests of the Chateau, whose taste may be sexual or bizarre, and failure to perform as they may demand authorizes them to punish as they feel appropriate. The rule was that punishment with a whip by a superior or a guest, although painful, must not break the skin or be administered on a place on the body that could result in permanent injury. The superiors and guests had all been instructed in the proper techniques for the use of the whip. To demonstrate I was asked to step forward, and in view of my being late, the fascist broad who had accompanied us shall mete out 10 across my ass. I objected that it was unfair to receive this much punishment for the few minutes wait that resulted from my tardiness. I got the ten, hard and learned a lesson not to be late.
With an erection, I was led back in line to await my call. The first to arrive in a jeep, was a swarthy heavyset Italian, the maitre d’ of the restaurant who came to collect his charge. Checking Lisa’s clipboard and looking us over he selected the chap who sat next to me on the bus.
“OK boy, I’m going to train you to be a good bus boy,” he said to him as he attached a collar around his neck and pulled him out by leash to the back of the Jeep.
“Oh no,” he protested, “I didn’t hire on to be a bus boy. I know my rights.”
“There’s no union here, you have no rights,” the Italian said and putting a leather cord around his waist, putting his hands in cuffs and attaching them to the cord on both sides; he bent him over and with his whip gave him a vicious lash across his ass. He screamed in pain.
“Stop immediately, I quit this fucking job,” cried the young chap.
“Too late, you’re mine and I’m going to train you to accept the whip and enjoy giving pleasure to others,” said the maitre d’ and twelve lashes of the whip landed hard across his ass for instructional purposes causing our hero to scream even louder.
He learned his lesson well for he sobbed, “OK, I’ll do anything you say, please stop, master.”
The Italian maitre d’, being a compassionate man, turned his young man around, wiped the tears from his face with his handkerchief, let him blow his nose and then with his two hands on his shoulder pushed him down to his knees. Out came the Italian’s prick that he pressed against his boy’s lips and said, “Open your mouth and take it all the way down. You’ll like it, all my boys do and of course the guests frequently want a blow job with dinner.”
The maitre d’s name was Caesar and like his namesake, he saw, he came, he conquered and after he was finished he put his charge in the jeep and drove back to the Chateau to introduce him to his duties.
After watching those in line who didn’t have an erection from seeing my beating had a prominent erection now. The captain in charge of room service arrived on his electric baggage cart to make his selection and pointed to me, but Lisa apparently had selected me for herself so he had to pick another. His second choice was a stout fellow two guys down in the line, who wisely offered no resistance, and got in the back of his cart to his assigned job. They arrived one by one; the manager of the stables, chief of maintenance, head gardener, and head of the kitchen staff and made their selection, led away, no one had the stomach to dispute their work assignment or superior.
When all were taken away Lisa attached a long leash to my collar remounted her horse and led me back to the Chateau naked, with an erection, debased and embarrassed, with my hands cuffed to my sides and totally under her control. As she slowly trotted back, I could hear the snickers and giggles of the guests and other employees of the establishment as we passed them. When we arrived at the front entrance Lisa dismounted gave the rein of the horse to the attendant at the door and entered with me in tow. A few gave me a smile, a hi sign or a light pat on the ass as we went by. It was humiliating.
We took the elevator to the Executive suite; Lisa’s office was large and sumptuously furnished, with her personal quarters adjoining also lavish. As part of her quarters were two small rooms with a small bathroom between them. One was to be my living space and the other was Diana’s (not the Diana in Exit to Eden) Lisa’s personal aide, more about her later. The room was OK, 10 feet by 8, a small but comfortable bed, a closet for clothes, a dresser, a small table with lamp and most important, two shelves containing my school books obviously they thought of everything. Lisa instructed me that I was to rest for a couple of hours, wash up, get dressed with clothes from the closet and go down with Diana for lunch. I would have this day off but tomorrow I will start my year of service.
I could have just dropped down on my bed naked, but I don’t like sleeping in the nude; checking the dresser, I found some silk pajamas, luckily my size, or was it luck? After resting for two hours I took a shower, and discovered that the closet was fully furnished with clothes all my size. Selecting some casual slacks and a sport jacket I made a presentable bloke, I could have easily been mistaken downstairs as a guest. A light knock on my door and my, “Come in,” brought in Diana, a most attractive young lady.
Diana slim with long legs, small breasted but attractive, a nice ass but not to large, pretty face, she could have easily become a model. She was pale, quiet and shy but had a beautiful smile and I was immediately attracted to her. We exchanged greetings and went down to have lunch. I was intent on become better acquainted for my intuition told me this was someone I could trust and like.
There were two restaurants, but we went to the relatively small cafeteria-style coffee shop, only more then just coffee was served; you could get sandwiches with fries, deserts, or you could have brought in from the main kitchen a full plate for breakfast or lunch. We ordered omelets even though it was lunchtime. Over our food and coffee we talked.
She felt comfortable with me and after some prodding she satisfied my curiosity of why she came here. She was Scottish; her ancestry was aristocratic, her lineage dated back before the border wars with the British. Her family owns a castle that was part of those wars except it was in need of repairs and she was fearful that the upkeep would result in her family losing it. That’s why she was here; she became Lisa’s indentured servant to help pay these costs.
After lunch Diana suggested that she should show me around. In fact she informed me it was Lisa that instructed her that I was to become familiar with the facilities and in the process the nature of my job and my duties were to be explained to me. She started with a walk to the outdoor theatre where contests between nude wrestlers were held and other obscene shows and contests were held. “Lisa is not that bad,” she told me, “True she is strict and cruel but she is not a barbarian. She will use the whip if either you or I goof up. Sometimes she is understanding and sometimes not. There is no predicting, and it is certain we will get whipped at least once a week.”
Diana further told me “It was Lisa who started up this place; she got her ideas from Anna Rice’s classic book, Exit to Eden. She recognized that there were many rich and powerful persons who would vacation in a facility that would provide both accommodations and a place to enjoy their perversion. For it to be a success it was necessary for their stay be confidential. Their reputation and image must be protected. When she presented her ideas to investors she had no trouble raising the necessary capital to establish this place.”
We went to the stables where on Thursdays they held a foxhunt, except it was not a fox that was hunted but a young fellow and a young girl stripped naked except for a foxtail inserted in their ass and snickers on their feet so they could run better. The prey was doused with a liquid that had a fox odor, released a half an hour before the dogs and guests on horseback who would chase after them. The guest who first captured a prize could use the trophy in any way that he saw fit. They were always caught.
Diana in the course of our tour explained to me that Lisa as manager took on the responsibility of resolving problems with the most important guests who invariably would find some fault that had to be handled with diplomacy and tact. Many of those guests were investors or influential and it was necessary that they be pacified no matter how unreasonable they may be. Lisa had chosen me together with Diana to assist her in this task since on examining my resume I was the most qualified among the new applicants. Diana warned me that Lisa would punish us both if the guests were not properly pacified whether it was our fault or not.
My first assignment on the job was a problem with very important guest, a Bavarian banker, who was upset with room service. The banker was at the Chateau to work out with Lisa the restructuring of loans that were coming due next month. It was imperative that Diana and I straighten it out. Coming to his room we found the banker in a rage hollering, “The room service is horrible, the food is cold and the waiter and waitress who brought it up don’t know how to properly set the table.” He wanted them to be flogged immediately.
Diana in her most soothing voice tried to calm him down; she told him she would have the offending food removed immediately and have our best personnel deliver and serve anything he wanted, no charge. I instructed our people to take the food away and withdraw. He was not satisfied. “I will not be countermanded,” he screamed, “OK, you dismissed those idiots you sent up, I will flog you two instead.” The banker grabbed Diana, who did not resist, pulled up her dress and started to whip her. I didn’t know what to do, but on seeing the second blow on Diana’s slender frame, I got angry and grabbed the whip away from him.
Surprised, the banker was dumbfounded. I spun him around and pulled him over on the bed, jumped on him so he couldn’t move and pulled his shirt up tangling his hands in it. He screamed, “Get off, what are you doing? Stop, you’ll be punished.” While he was struggling to get out of his tangled shirt and out from under me I pulled his pants down exposing his fat ass. The more he struggled the more he got tangled in his own clothes and the sheets of the bed. If he only would have relaxed he could have easily extricated himself but instead he got more tangled up. I let him have it and gave him a hard lash with his own whip.
“Yeoh,” he screamed. I wrapped the pajama bottoms that was lying on the bed around his hands to more effectively bind him and gave him a second lash with the whip.
Diana, alarmed begged, “We shouldn’t be doing this, we’re going to be punished.”
The banker’s wife came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her wet body said, “What’s going on here?” Seeing her husband bent over on the bed being whipped she howled, “Stop. What do you think you are doing?” I pulled the towel off her and shoved her along side of him, ass up over the edge of the bed. The suddenness of what I was doing paralyzed her and I had the opportunity to bind her hands with her own nightie lying on the bed and gave her a whack on the ass with the whip.
In panic Diana said, “We mustn’t do this. Lisa will punish us bad.”
I said, “It’s too late for me but you go and report me and save yourself.”
“No,” Diana declared, “If you are going to get punished me too.” Took the whip from my hand and gave the banker a well-deserved lash and gave his wife one too. We realized that it was too late for both of us so we decided to do it right. We bound them properly so that they were both naked, ass up, gags in their mouths so that their screams would not be heard, and whipped them both so that they would long remember that which they were so willing and eager to give to others. When we felt they had enough, I sat in front of him and Diana sat in front of her and as they kneeled in front of us, he sucked and she slurped until we came. We ended our session by having him lie on the bottom and she on top in a sixty-nine position. We left them humping each other and went to our quarters to await our fate.
With great trepidation we waited for the punishment Lisa was going to mete out on us. And we waited. Nothing happened. It was more then an hour and Lisa must know by this time. But nothing. We decided to go downstairs and see what was happening. The Banker and his wife, dressed and appeared to be in good spirits; he was talking and laughing with some friends, except they seemed to be favoring their ass which was obviously bothering them. They spotted us and immediately turned away with a funny look. We were curious as to what was going on and I walked over to them.
“Say look,” the banker said as he took me aside, “I’m sorry I acted as I did. We won’t give you a problem, please forgive us.”
This is the last thing I expected from him under the circumstance, but what the hell I thought, and answered him back, “I don’t know, I’ll think about that and I will give you my personal attention for the rest of your stay here.” He just groaned and went to join his friends. The next day he worked out his deal with Lisa and said nothing as to us. Happy with the deal Lisa wanted us to escort them and to make sure their wants were satisfied. Out of Lisa’s presence he whispered to me, “You’re not going to tell anyone about what happened yesterday?”
“Only if you behave yourself, or maybe I’ll give you another whipping,” I declared. He groaned. We made arrangement to get together after supper to escort them for some nightlife. Diana took the banker’s wife after supper to a small bar on the premises with male strippers. Diana, having foresight, made sure one of the gorgeous hunks striped directly in front of her and when completely nude waive his ample cock right in front of her. She whooped and enjoyed herself immensely and brought her back to her room drunk and put her to bed.
I took him to another bar with lap dancers. I had one of the better-looking babes give him the full treatment so that he came in his pants. He was too drunk to know the difference and he was put to bed by me and a helper naked and I’m sure during the night he fucked his own wife not knowing it was her. After escorting them for the balance of their stay they left the Chateau and insisted that Diana and I shall be their personal attendants on their next visit. They left a generous gratuity for us.
Lisa was overjoyed. She wanted to know how we cooled off the banker and his wife. Of course we didn’t tell her. I gave her some dumb answer. We were immediately assigned to handle an obnoxious American and his floozy wife who were terrorizing room service. When we got to his room we heard the loud braggart making commands in his room. On entering his suite we found him with a bullwhip in hand scaring the living shit out of the waitress who had just brought up beef sandwiches and beer. He had her buck-naked prancing around the room while he cracked the whip snapping it close to her.
“That could be dangerous,” I complained. He and his wife just laughed and he cracked the bullwhip at Diana. It got her in the ass and she cried out and jumped almost a mile high. That was it. I dismissed the waitress, locked the door behind her, grabbed the whip from the lout and tied his hands with the end of it. His floozy wife started pummeling me with her hands screaming profanities. Diana got on her pulled her hands behind her back and cuffed her with cuffs she had in her pocket since our previous encounter with the unmanageable guest. What the hell, it worked before we’ll try again.
It didn’t take us long to have them stripped on the bed whipping their ass. They were wailing and crying. They could dish it out but couldn’t take it. It worked. They became compliant and submissive and begged us to stop. To emphasize that we would not put up with their nonsense we had them kneel before us to get our forgiveness by him giving me a blowjob and the floozy giving Diana an organism with her tongue. After being satisfied we left them in bed fucking.
As we entered our quarters we threw away the bullwhip into the trash bin. Lisa obviously realized that we were effective in handling the tough situations of demanding guests. She assigned us one after another and we used the whip on them with success. Soon she left to us that part of her responsibility without interference and our status with both the other employees and the guests became such that we were held in high regard. But more important the guests who we mollified with our whip would bestow on us large gratuities when they left for the attention we gave them.
Lisa was ecstatic by our success in controlling the most difficult guests and tried to find out the secret of our success. No way were we going to give away how we were doing it. We knew that once we let the cat out of the bag we would no longer be effective. The guests that we forced to be submissive would never permit their reputation of being a dominate personality be put at risk, they really wanted the punishment and control and needed it but in secret and the rest of the world had to believe otherwise.
My year was nearly up and I asked Diana to marry me. I told her that I was willing to give up my career to become a mathematician for her. She would not have it; she said love is fleeting and I would eventually regret it; besides although she had a deep affection for me, she loved another. “Oh, you love a Scottish lad back home?” I asked her.
“No, they are a bunch of boors,” was her reply, “I see from your expression you wonder who it could be. It’s Lisa of course. I’ve convinced her to be my femme after a number of sessions with my whip. I’m her butch, and she has agreed to come home with me. She’s not only going to be my lover but she is also going to be my manager of the family castle which we are going renovate and turn into a resort like this one.”
“But what about this Chateau that she manages?” I questioned.
“That’s all been taken care of. She’s going to continue being involved with it by being on the Board of Directors, and will be on the Committee to find a new manager. The investors here are going to franchise my castle and open other castles for which they will sell franchises appealing to the same specialized clientele as come here,” she explained.
Diana was right, I went home and continued my education, but knew I would always remember her fondly even after I found another.

Post-script: My apology to Anne Rice who I hope never sees or hears of this story. I’m afraid if she does, she may seek me out and whip my ass.