Vulnerable, helpless....I was now his to use as he wished......deep in the woods where no one could hear me scream.......far from prying eyes.......ye... I was now totally helpless and trussed up and submissive. As he slowly walked around me admiring his handiwork I couldn't help but notice that a distinct and familiar wetness was beginning to grow between my legs. I could only imagine what he was intending to do next but the mere thought of what was to come had me a bit nervous and I must admit. Then we wandered through some of the other halls, Verité pointing out well-known paintings, and make scathing remarks about some of them.After a couple of hours, my head was swimming. Mistress must have realized that I was out of my depth, as she asked if we could stop for coffee or a drink.“Bien sûr!” said Verité, and took us to the member’s private lounge, where I had a soft drink and Mistress had a beer. Verité had mineral water.After a bit, I felt restored, and we wandered slowly through. It was the fauna that got me goggle eyed.Women. About 20 or so that I could see. The room was big enough for hundreds. All kinds and types - black, white, oriental. Some were totally naked except for a halter, some wore various - well, I could only call them Hollywood harem garments. I looked at my host for some explanation.He smiled. "This is my private seraglio." I assumed the word actually meant harem. "As women come and go through my organization over the years, I naturally - what. My chi hood neighbourhood was a bit busy. But because it was in high class area in town our free time mostly spent inside houses, our house , friends or sometimes families. I had three vey close friend and 2 of them were our next doors( x right door y left door) . I was a taller boy as my same ages my skin was white very soft no hair in body and face and I wasn't skinny k**. In age of 7 after school I used to go to their home for playing and spending time until my mother come back from work. x.