As Ludwig rushes back to make the necessary arrangements, I feast my eyes on his slender, but athletic body, hasting back towards the mansion. I ponder how fitting the dress code at the sisterhood manor is, for the tight sitting maid uniform does indeed accentuate the features of the wiry male body. The flared cap sleeves make Ludwig Krone's broad shoulders stand out, while his waist apron tightly fits the sheer laced over-knee skirt around his narrow waistline, barely concealing the saddle belt, that ingenious device which keeps so many men in perpetually unrequited lust and longing. What an eyeful the bulge of his glutes is, split in two by that resourceful harness, holding the pole protruding deep inside him, waddling back and fort as he hurries without actually running, for that would be unbecoming on the grounds of the sisterhood. Despite my patronizing tone towards him, I am indeed fond of that tasty morsel. As fate willed it, the head-maid is the only one claimed and reserved for Madame. Rumor says she only carries a handful of keys, two allegedly belonging to her twin love-slaves, who never exit her private chambers, one for her husband, who has not been seen for years as well, and finally the key to Ludwig's harness. I chuckle and think to myself: "Why even bother holding the keys, from what I've heard Madame is not the kind of woman who would ever let those poor souls out and grant them the mercy of relief. Why not just weld the belt shut once and for all, sealing their fate? ... Madame's ways are mysterious...". Rebecca gives me a mischievous smile and says: "You like him, or should I say you want him?". Not leaving my eyes of that willowy Adonis, gleaning a last glance as Krone disappears into the mansion, I whisper: "Like the antelope, ready to be ravaged by the lioness." Rebecca giggles, but I continue: "I want to mount him from behind and ride him hard until his dutt squirts blood, then I am going to milk ever single drop of semen out of him. He must have accumulated a boatload by now." Rebecca: "Oh my, you really are smitten. But don't get any ideas, he is taken by a higher power. Be careful Elizabeth, you are playing with fire."

Zoë and Esther approach the front gate to greet the first arrival. Judging from its front and rear escort, both raven black Cadillac Escalade SUVs with tinted windshields, it must be a member of the inner circle. The three cars are promptly waved in, I and Rebecca get ready to welcome the advance party. Even though the sisterhood is a wide ranging organization with chapters all around the world, the chateau in St. Gallen remains the heart of the organization. It is said that Madame and important members of the inner circle reside either here in the confines of the manor, or in the region encircled by Lake Constance, Liechtenstein, Lucerne, and Zurich. A month ago, after being recruited from Imperial College and joining the London chapter as an apprentice, I was suddenly referred to the base, our term for the St. Gallen manor. Apparently my superiors had high hopes in me and offered me a shortcut to full membership. One year of service at the St. Gallen base and I'll be granted fellowship. But the actual keys to the kingdom are only given to those in the inner circle, and now for the first time I was apparently about to meet one such member. So far I've neither encountered Madame, nor her deputy, Ms Bettina. Apprentices mainly interact with guards, supervise the maids and slaves, and oversee the bi-monthly events. But this evening an induction ritual was organized in haste, to be performed alongside the regular event, which usually features a guest speaker, who orates about her field of specialization. Typically it's a cutting edge female scientist or engineer from an ivy league school, a famous female writer, artist or performer, adventurer, or filmmaker. Last time a petite, lovely, pixie like creature from Los Alamos explained to us how neutrinos can tell us whether something goes sideways with the sun and predict coronal mass ejections. Most individuals working on sensitive matters at the Los Alamos National Laboratory are not even allowed to leave the country, let alone talk about their work. But the sisterhood is a powerful organization and has over the course of decades managed to infiltrate the seats of power and advancement all over the world. And thus, irrespective of national security concerns, that heavenly creature could spent her vacation in St. Gallen and stay at the chateau with her fellow sisters. After the speech the attendants usually split up into smaller units, veer out and populate the exterior pavilions, or withdraw into private chambers, to wine and dine and in most instances indulge in a night of wild debauchery. Maids and apprentices make sure that all the members are taken care of and toys are used and abused to the sisters' hearts' delight.