First published Novemeber 8, 2022.

Dear Members and Guests,

It has been a month since the Club gathered atop storied Mount Olympus, yet many, understandably, are already eager to do it again. Evidently, just days after our weekend of indulgence, The Lion commissioned a new, custom mask, which we look forward to christening. And signaling her return to Los Angeles, Ashera had her neck sized for a Veritas collar. Alas, for the remainder of the year and par for the course, much of the Membership will be tending to social and domestic obligations in the real world. Still, there will be extracurricular activities for local Members, and those invites will be handled through the usual channels. Until we meet again, let us relive some of the highlights of the Autumn MASQUE.

It was a special weekend, held in honor of the Lady Owl of Athena. At the house entry, keen eyes may have noticed the scripted plaque and Lalique bird adornment on the meticulously crafted, double-block ice sculpture. The Lady Owl is an enduring friend and passionate contributor to the Club, so when she chose to celebrate her birthday with us, it was only fitting that we lit the flame to what would be a weeks long sexcapade with her two gentlemen lovers, that from one gentleman’s recount, started here and climaxed across the North Atlantic in Geneva, Switzerland.

For this MASQUE, 80 of us congregated at a private residence that overlooked the lower Hollywood Hills. The three-floored, modern contemporary house came with 6 beds and our usual after hours amenities – extra large soaking tub, 8-capacity shower in the master, outdoor heated pool, and waterfall.

Upon arrival, attendees were greeted by our hostess B, a statuesque brunette with the most radiant, hazel eyes. She wore the visage of the fennec fox, an unfastened sheer robe, high heels, and nothing more. The sporadic evening breeze made her transparent cover dance throughout the night. Those in the vicinity were treated to unobstructed glimpses of her toned legs and body. Indeed, her welcoming smile and protruding, peekaboo nipples made for a marvelous Veritas reception.

With coats checked and champagne flutes in hand, attendees were quick to explore and familiarize themselves with the evening’s playground, making note of the common rooms and the Members’ Pantheon lounge.

Not yet an hour in, two couples were found occupying the upper floor bedroom nearest to the staircase. One pair commandeered the king bed and assumed the classic missionary stance, with her legs splayed straight and curled toes pointed high to the ceiling. Held by the ankles, she welcomed his thrusts with moans and conviction. Curiously, he was nude but still donned his mask. The other duo, also still wearing their masks, were in a nearby corner. Partially undressed, she was on her knees, and he was without pants and reclined on a chair while she massaged his member with her mouth. They eventually shared the stage in that room.

Downstairs, The Satyr made creative use of the home’s floating staircase. Skillfully, he took the willing Minx on an erotic journey of a different kind. Her wrists were tied behind her back. A rope harness covered her chest and was affixed to the backside of an exposed step. Taking in the moment, she closed her eyes as he tied on another harness to her left leg. He guided the end of the rope over the central, metal beam holding up the stair, and then, in one fell swoop, he pulled the rope down. Her body rotated and with the support of her right leg, she was perfectly horizontal to the floor. A third rope encircled her right ankle and placed over the same step. There was a whisper in her ear, and again, he pulled the rope down. She was fully suspended and briefly left in the shape of a side-ways ‘4.’ After checking in on her, The Satyr revisited and pulled the third rope further down, which raised her right leg even higher, and inverted Minx’s petite frame. A fourth rope was tied to the already-elevated left ankle and similarly secured to the stair. The growing crowd stood silent and eager to see the scene play out. With both ankles above her head, the rope attached to her back was loosened, and her head carefully lowered to within a foot of the floor. Her chest constricted from the slight shift in weight, she made a diminutive squeak. Her body was finally positioned in the shape of the lower case ‘y.’ It was performance art of the highest caliber.

Nearby, Bunnyman took the stage with the Phoenix and the Black Swan, while his ravishing Muse, clad in latex and a leather cage mask, looked on. At their requests, he tied the two beauties together for what would turn into communal foreplay. Both ladies were in similar, see through bodysuits, and to the delight of everyone around, left not much to the imagination. Once constrained by jute and their private parts exposed, our newest Members Apollo and The Lion stepped in to provide the Veritas treatment, which included encasing the females’ receptive bodies in seemingly unlimited amounts of melted, hot candle wax. Consensual heavy petting soon followed. At one point, a female guest, caught up in the spectacle, contributed herself to the scene. Ultimately, the Black Swan was the first to relent. Stripped of all garments and entirely nude, she emerged from the stage and went upstairs with an excited and hard Apollo in tow, having chose to have him all to herself.

In the north wing, the Pantheon was continuously occupied. Performances and cameos were made by many of our regulars. We were delighted to see The Raging Bull and after a prolonged absence, Mr. Black in very fine form. Hearing the stories, a number of curious females sought to see if they would live up to expectations. Judging by their post-coital glow and grins, they did. Sometime during the night, The Alchemist, Koala, Spyder, Betty Boop, Marc Antony, Cleopatra, and their brunette plaything managed an impressive sevensome on the king bed, the details of which we are still trying to piece together. Nearby, a voyeur VIP couple watched intently, no doubt considering if there would be space to glide in. Characteristically, The Beanstalk found and devoted his evening’s attention to a new, blonde cover model. The Silver Fox, fresh off the plane from Miami, found himself similarly lured and attached to the always enchanting Butterfly.

While we saw numerous combinations and configurations of nude bodies, some of the more spirited activity took place on top of the queen sized stage in the second living room. Notably, the couple from New Orleans, once again graced us with their presence and brought along an enthusiasm we are always happy to showcase. Reunited with the Koala and another female guest, things immediately got intense. Somehow though, in the midst of wants to satiate primal desires, this particular foursome maintained a symphonic flow. When the final arrangement was established, the Koala was on one side, rhythmically pumping her strap-on into a supine Miss Bon Temps, while Miss Bon Temps herself caressed the flower petals of the third female above her face. While the expression of the female was that of bliss, it was hard to distinguish if it came from Miss Bon Temps’s tongue in the front, or from Mr. Bon Temps’ shaft behind. Both perhaps.

As the sound of the skin on skin contact crescendoed, other couples and unicorns were seen getting ready for rounds 2, 3, and 4. Festivities carried on well into mid-morning. Such was the stamina of Veritas Club.

We look forward to seeing you.

Sincerely,

Veritas Club

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