There I am standing in a closet of clothes, clothes, and more clothes. I hear a soft voice talking in some strange language of which I can not understand.
Now two are talking, a young and timid sounding voice is being asked by a older and still a sexy sounding voice. I lean back into the dark recesses of the closet as two arms reach in to grasp at a dress.
My eyes widen at the sight of young female and human arms reaching into the closet as the arms are covered with shaggy hair. Looking ever much like the lower feathering on horse legs, yet these arms are smooth with hair and only have the feathering hanging down as she reaches inside.
She removes a long thin and silvery dress from the closet and I hear the door to a room being closed. Then the rustling of one putting on her dress and then only silence.
I must look out of the closet and see who is out there. Inching close to the closet door I peer through the crack between the door and sash.
I am thrilled at the sight of a well endowed woman of slender form sitting at a makeup table and mirror. As she combs her exceedingly long hair I begin to get one hell of a hard on.
After just a few minutes she is joined by what my males eyes can never believe is a female Satyr from Greek myths. The young female Satyr picks up the trails of the lady's long dress and straightens them just as two more pretty female Satyrs bring into the room a large and burly man bound with hands behind his back.
"You are an intruder here and must learn to obey!" she said in perfect King's English.
"I get loose from these bindings and I'll choke the life out of you, Witch!" growled the man sounding as if he was filled with hate.
"Just as so many others, ho hum! Take him to the room for pleasure and pain, I shall come directly when dressed for the occasion!" answered the lady.
The two young female Satyrs spun the man around as if they had wondrous strength in those thin and hairy arms. As he walked slowly a third Satyr stepped into view and taking a cinnamon stick it was jabbed up into his bare ass. The man screamed of pain as I expect the stick made it well up into the man's anus. It reminded me of the treatment done to horses which made them carry their tails up high as for being spirited when they walk.
Again two arms search the closet for the right clothing for the room of pleasures and pain. Quickly, some black leathery suit is withdrawn, and I again peek out as the Lady is now nude and facing her Satyr maid.
As if a dance long practiced by both the silver dress came off and the tight leather suit leaving no doubt of the Lady's lovely figure now came over her. The sight of both a Satyr and the Lady had my hand down into my pants choking one stiff penis.
Suddenly the Satyr female looks a glance toward the closet, I fear she has heard my heavy breathing. The Lady is readied, then walks out and the light of the room is turned out.