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EMF: A trip to Los Angeles
I got word from an modeling agency that I work with that one of my favorite East Coast models would be in the Hollywood area for a few days. I decided to rearrange my personal schedule so I could spend a few days at the EMF Trust Estate in Palos Verdes. It is close enough to Hollywood to allow me to meet with Lady Amber for photos, get some work done, and just get some private time.
I called a special phone number for the EMF Concierge and left my name and a call-back number. I had barely hung up when she returned my call. She asked for my identification number, which also acts as my password.
"Good afternoon, Doctor Roberts. How may I assist you?"
"I am planning a trip to Southern California in ten days."
"Yes, Sir. Let me look up you personal file. I see in your file that you enjoy being taken care of by a Class II submissive. Ok, do you have any special requests or requirements? Oh, just a moment. There is a note here that you were with Sharon on your last visit. She has requested that, with your permission, she would like to serve you the next time you stay with any of the EMF properties. Will that be okay with you?"
"That will be fine", I respond.
"Sharon is currently on the East Coast. If I can have the dates that you are going to be here, I will pass them on to her."
"If that is a problem, perhaps you have someone else."
"Would it be a problem to have her available to you?"
"Not at all, I just prefer not to create any logistics problems for you or the staff."
"I will be back to you within the hour to confirm your reservation, and whether or not Sharon would be available."
In less than a minute, the concierge called me back to confirm my reservations, and she was pleased to let me know that Sharon would be available for me.
On the following Tuesday, my flight landed at Los Angeles International Airport (LAX). I walked to the Admirals Club at Gate 40 and presented my membership card. The hostess told me that I had a message waiting for me. It was from EMF Trust, letting me know I had a car and driver waiting for me, and a cell phone number to contact the driver. I dialed the phone number and a female voice asked that I identify myself and we established a meeting place.
When I exited the building, I spotted the car immediately: it was the only one with a striking blonde wearing a white blouse, a short skirt, heels and an EMF name tag standing next to it. "Patricia" was holding the rear door of a black, eight passenger, stretch Lincoln open for me. As I approached, she asked if I had any luggage and I told her that I only had carry-on with me. She put my luggage in the trunk while I climbed in to the back with my laptop. (I had sent all my camera gear on ahead to the Estate using my FedEx account.)
The panel between us and the driver was open, but it still, somehow, separated us. Patricia told me it would be a half hour ride and asked if there was anything she could do to make my trip easier. I asked for a glass of mineral water with lime. Using the bar in the car, she mixed my drink, put it on a smallish tray, crawled in front of me, and presented my drink from a kneeling position.
"My name is Patricia. Sharon asked me to welcome you to Los Angeles, and to let you know she is waiting for you in your suite, Master."
"Thank you, Patricia. Nicely done."
I was greeted with a look that was somewhere between a smile and a flirt.
"Sharon told me some of the things that the two of you do. I thought I would like to introduce myself to you, and ask if you would consider using me while staying with us this trip."
"Let me get situated, and I will have you join Sharon and I -- we will talk at that time."
We spent the rest of our trip in small talk -- the weather, my favorite foods, etc. Nothing substantive.
As we approached Long Beach, the driver exited the 110 and we started up the hill into Palos Verdes. A few turns and we were on a driveway ending at a broad gate with a plaque - no name, just an address. The car approached the gate and stopped. An unseen security camera transmits a picture of the car to a remote office, where a unseen guard pushes a button, the gate swings open, a spike strip across the driveway retracts and we are allowed to pass.
The car proceeds uphill and stops in front of a large house. The building looked like something designed by Frank Lloyd Wright - clean lines and totally utilitarian. It has several waterfalls ("water treatments", I am often corrected) on the property. Five broad and shallow steps carry us to the main door. The property Concierge is holding the door for us and greets me with a delicate hand shake.
"Good evening, Doctor Roberts, or would you prefer I address you in a different manner?"
"Doctor Roberts will do if we are around other people, otherwise Master Robin will do."
"Yes, Sir, Doctor Roberts. I have made Suite A available to you for this visit. (Suite A has never been unavailable to me - grin.)
Imagine a large house in the shape of the letter "U". The main entrance is at the bottom of the "U", my suite at the top of the left leg. There is a large pool (suitable for swimming) and a garden in the middle of the "U". The are only two large suites (A and B) on the left leg, while the right has four suites (C, D, E and F) upstairs on the right. Below them there is a kitchen and dining room. Behind, and to the right of the Main building there are several other out-buildings that are used as garages, gymnasium, workshops and housing for other guests and staff, as needed.
My suite has a large living room and two adjoining bedrooms each with their own bathrooms. There is another large bathroom with a hot tub/spa and a large walk-in shower. I have asked that the second bedroom have the furniture removed and a few pieces of bondage furniture be installed. My photography equipment has been delivered and placed on a table next to the door. There is a cross mounted on one wall, a few chairs, and a bondage table against the far wall.
I walk to my room - the "Master Bedroom". A California King, four poster bed, a desk, sofa and several comfortable looking chairs. Next to the bed, propped against the wall is a tall cabinet with glass doors. An small overhead light illuminates the contents of the cabinet: a standing, bound, gagged and blindfolded female. I knew that face -- Sharon.
Sharon and I having known each other for several years and we both enjoy bondage. Sharon also loves being bound and put on display. When I ask if she does this with others, she says no because she only feels safe with me.
I decide to leave Sharon in her display case as I deal with a few calls and a quick shave and a shower. When I return to my room, surprise, Sharon still is where I left her. I walk by her case several times and knock on the case each time I pass it.
Well, it is time to let her stretch and serve. I open the glass door and unlock her ankles from the bottom of the case. I reach between her legs and turn the ring on the bar mounted to the base of cabinet. This allows the bar (and the dildo attached to it) to retract from her body. She wiggles and wriggles and groans as the dildo exits her vaginal cavity. I unlock her wrists from the sides of the cabinet and help her step from her display case.
I move her forward so she is standing in front of one of arm chairs I am sitting in, and guide her into a kneeling position. I remove the blindfold look into her smiling eyes. She starts moving around and I order her to remain silent and still. I remove the gag and she begs to use her mouth on me. I again order her to be still and silent. She remains motionless and quiet, but she opens her mouth and extends her tongue into a begging, salacious stance: a face that begs to be used.
I finally asked if she would like to give me a massage. She frowns slightly but stands and takes me by the hand. She guides me to a massage table and indicates I should lay down. An hour of massage lay ahead of me and then a dinner at some place that the Concierge had recommended.
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