Free Sweet Convictions by C. Elizabeth

thoroughly. Not everyone gets in just because their wallets and pockets are filled to the brim with cash or credit cards.
    Many have been directly invited, but most have been and continue to be referred by long-standing and trusted members. Participants are of a respectable character and highly commended within their social networks. Some are high profile and others are just as grounded and hard working as you and I. We have emissaries based within adult shops and a number of clubs across the world, scouting for modest females and males who appear respectable and decent. They tend to be potential guests with a healthy sexual hunger or curiosity. Whilst ideally one would need the spare cash to spend on such an erotic and high-end luxury, we get our own pleasures in introducing the more conventional people such as your beautiful self, to the Sweet Convictions Mansion.”
    Mike finishes explaining exactly what I’ve managed to get myself tied into. I think somewhere between the words ‘pleasure and fantasy theme park’ and approaching the lift, I’ve forgotten to breathe.
                  We reach the second floor and walk down the broad hallway. We arrive outside two tall white doors fitted with grand golden handles. As the doors swing inwards, the opening begins to display the most magnificent bedroom I have ever laid my eyes on, let alone lay my head in. It’s like something out of a fairy tale. Better even. It’s an enchanting heaven.
    Its lighting is intimate and cosy, and the sophisticated interior is cleverly designed with bespoke dark wood furniture—a combination of rustic medieval meets shabby chic. Walls are coloured with erotic art and other than the furniture itself, the space is endowed with nothing but gold and white decorative touches. The room has a poster bed embellished with thick lengthy gold satin curtains elegantly draped across and along the sides of the bed posts, two coordinating bedside tables each with tall vintage styled lamp shades garnished with feathers and beads, and a matching dressing table complete with hair straighteners, dryer, even a selection of little perfumes and moisturisers. Just near the bed is a white fur carpet. I run over to check the label tucked underneath.
    “Shew, f aux fur, thankfully!”
    Mike smiles endearingly as he pilots me to a small fridge concealed behind one of the closet doors. It’s crammed with sparkling and still waters; posh chocolates and a dozen miniature bottles of bubbly. On top of a spectacular desk fit for a president is a gold tray filled with an assortment of coffees and teas and of course a kettle. A gold kettle. Obviously.
    There ’s even a white and silver chaise longue near the bay window. I’m then lead to an en-suite bathroom – gold trimmings everywhere, what looks like a swimming pool for a jacuzzi bath and glass shelves stocked with clearly marked cruelty-free shampoos, conditioners and shower gels. On the basin side is a shiny golden box. Mike lifts the latch to the lid and shows me the contents. Condoms!
    “ Rule number 7. Safety first and all that,” Mike jokes.
    “Holy shitballs, that’s a lotta safety.”
    Whilst pretty taken back by the array of rubbers ; for me, my happiest thought is that whoever owns this exquisite place of sexual indulgence, they are clearly and proudly all about Fair Trade and Cruelty Free products and not some typically greedy money-grabbing autocrat. A great amount of attention and detail and the utmost care have gone into everything and my respect for them is at the highest levels on my scales.
    A friend of mine, a few years ago sent me a link to some images online. They were so distressingly gruesome and heartbreaking I cried for months after seeing them! The images still flash before my eyes and kill me a bit more every time. They showed how poor innocent animals are left during and after their testing. And it’s not ‘just’ monkeys or mice but it’s puppies, kittens and rabbits too