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“No my dear. Because she was one of us.”
“Us? Who is 'us'?” Victoria asked, curious as to the allusion.
Philip looked away and called for the waiter to bring him some wine. Putting the glass to his lips he took a sip and placed the glass down on the table again, circumspectly, before sitting back and eying Victoria carefully once again.
“Cora Pearl was a courtesan to royalty, in France and in England. She was also an actress who was outrageous in her sense of fashion, and her sense of theatrics when exposing her body.”
“What does all this have to do with me Philip?” Victoria asked.
“Not every woman can enter the higher levels of society I am bringing you into Victoria.”
Philip leaned forward and made sure only Victoria could hear him.
“Tonight another part of your training will begin. But you will never be able to speak of it to anyone outside of the group.”
“What group?” She asked him, feeling more confused and forgetting all the questions she had been planning to ask.
“For centuries royalty has run things, even after the establishment of republics, we have influenced everything from behind the scenes. But we only allow certain people into our midst. This is why you must continue your training, so I can fully trust you and know that you will not betray me, or them.”
Victoria ate some of her steak au poivre thinking about what Philip had said. She knew Philip was part of the aristocracy in England, but didn't really know what the connection to other families was. She'd just thought the monarchy was now no more than an antiquated feudal system, that at best, drew tourists to a country, and at worst, was somewhat pointless and impotent, but if what Philip was saying was true, that was far from the case.
Victoria didn't know what to make of it all, but didn't want it to end. If Philip wanted her to do something, she would, but quite what that was, was what challenged her sense of security. To never know what he was going to do or tell her to do next, was its own kind of addiction though, and Victoria sat there listening to Philip telling her about a way of life she could only dream about.
All of a sudden, Philip moved his chair around to Victoria's and sat beside her as he continued talking, and then he said,
“I want your face to remain expressionless.”
“Huh? Why?” Asked Victoria, wondering what the point of that would be.
“Just do as you are told.” Philip commanded.
Victoria figured that it wouldn't be too hard, but then felt Philip's hand pull her dress up under the table, and then slip up along her inner-thigh. Now she realized why she was supposed to remain expressionless. Philip continued to talk to her, but he was talking about how he'd felt when he'd punished her previously and had his cock up her back-passage, and how it felt truly amazing to be inside her there, the feeling of her soft and pearly skin on his hands every time he spanked her, and how she would be his perfect submissive, but that he was going to force her to learn more. As he said all of this, and Victoria looked into his eyes that were now close to hers, with his breath almost upon her, his hand reached into her panties. It was then that Victoria knew why he had made her wear ones with an opening over her now moist vagina. Philip slipped the material to the side while still talking, and stroked his finger tip along the soft ridge of her lips, taking some juice from the base close to her opening, and then using it to make the rest of her sensitive. Victoria carried on looking at him intently, willing her face to remain expressionless but wanting to open her legs fully and scream for more. Looking over at the other diners, worried that they surely must know what was going on in front of them, they only gave her a cursory glance, and Philip then found her clitoris and gently pulled her mound up, exposing it to his finger. He began his slow circular movement around it, whispering to her,
“You like that don't you, my whore.”
“Y..ye.. yes master.” Victoria managed to get out, and then set her face expressionless again. Somehow she liked the term 'whore', she knew it wasn't 'P.C', but then again, having a mans hand up her skirt in the middle of a full restaurant of impeccable taste wasn't very P.C either. It only seemed to thrill her more, and Philip moved his face slightly closer to hers, as he could see she was dying to kiss his full lips, but he knew she wasn't able to with all the people around, and this only made him feel more in control of her. He continued to talk to her and his words became more coarse, uttering obscenities and telling her many sexual acts he wanted her to perform on her. It was a total contrast to his position as a peer of the realm, and to look at him, you'd never know it was within him. But Victoria now did. As his fingers continued to search her, he told her he was going to take her to a meeting of royals where she was to be the center of attention, but she must do everything he commanded. They were all looking forward to meeting her, he said. A waiter walked past and Victoria became nervous when he then filled Philip's glass while his hand was still teasing her, but Philip remained composed and then just said.
“Thank you. That will be all.” To the waiter, as he then walked off none-the-wiser to what was happening under the table in the Savoy that evening.
After what seemed like an age to Victoria, Philip finally withdrew his hand and she heaved a deep sigh of desire, mixed with relief that the test was over and she could finally squish her legs closed in unquenched frustration,
“Did I pass Philip?”
“Oh yes my girl, but this was only our starters. The main course comes later.”
Philip payed the bill with his credit card and escorted the still wet Victoria out to the car. Inside, Philip produced a black silk blindfold.
“Why do I need that Philip?” Victoria asked him, seeing him bring it up to her eye level.
“It's necessary.” Was all that Philip said as he tied it around her eyes.
The car drove for what seemed like twenty minutes, with Philip silent and Victoria trying to make out where she was by the sounds of the traffic outside. Finally, she heard what sounded like a large metal gate being opened as the car ground to a halt and then slowly drove on again. Philip guided her by the arm out of the car after it had stopped, and into what she knew was a building, and then removed her blindfold. Surrounding her, in what looked like a large kitchen, were several servants in uniform, waiting for instructions. Straightening his dinner jacket, he told her that the servants were going to 'prepare' her, and just to do everything they told her to do. He said that tonight she was going to make quite an entrance, just like Cora Pearl had all those many years ago to a shocked and excited group of important people, royal people. Philip then added one thing as Victoria stood there looking up into his eyes and wanting him,
“When you get up there, you do not speak until you are spoken to, and most importantly, you obey everything I say for the duration of this night, your first night as a submissive ready to meet her peers.”
Victoria nodded, and Philip leaned down and kissed her on the lips for a lingering few moments, with her trying to push herself into him, but him repositioning her body slightly away from himself,
“Not now.” He simply said, and touched her cheek and walked out of the side door leading to some stairs she could see, as the door closed by itself behind his tall figure as it became a shadow.
