We pull up at the party. You come round to open the door. You are wearing a fitted crisp white shirt, tight black trousers. You have a different look in your eye. You open the car door and pull me out on a lead.
I stand teetering on ballet boots, latex catsuit and I’m wearing a collar and cuffs in steel.
I smile nervously. You turn me around and plait my hair in a thick braid.
“Don’t be nervous, BUT you stay close to me and when I ask you to do something, promise me you’ll do as I say”
“Say yes I will”…I repeat “yes I will”
You pull me closer, unzip my crotch and feel me…
“You maybe nervous baby but it’s having the desired effect, now follow me”…at which you tug gently knowing I have to walk very slowly in these boots. I’ve been practicing for weeks now but still the strain on my ankles makes me take a sharp intake of breath as I catch myself to stand straight.
I lick my red glossy lips and smile a confident smile. It’s hiding my anxiety at the unknown.
As we approach the front door it suddenly swings open, the host is a TV, and he looks amazing. He welcomes us in and as we wander into this huge hallway, I stand looking around at the decor, very flamboyant. A lot of effort has been put into decorating this large house.
He hands you a glass and as he picks up another one, you tell him that I won’t be needing a drink…I go to speak but one look tells me I best not. You have made it clear that I’m not going to make any decisions tonight. They are all yours.
We wander past one room where people are already playing, a woman in a corset and heels with laced up stockings is kneeling holding her partners drink in one hand and his cock in the other.
You flash me that wicked smile, your eyes almost a glint of wickedness. “We are going to have some fun tonight”…
The next room is empty, in fact locked. You produce a key from your pocket and unlock the door. You turn around and tell me that you are going to attach my lead to the door handle where I must kneel and wait.
My breath quickens at the thought of being left alone. “It’s fine” you say, just do this for me please?
The agony of saying yes against the wanting to say no….”show me you want to be my submissive” you say and I nod and look at the floor.
Your tone changes & you firmly say “now do it, kneel”
I do this and watch you tie the lead to the handle. You come behind me and put a blind fold on me, then a spider gag.
I hear you say Hmmmm and then the door opens and your footsteps fading as you shut the door and then silence.
I’m not sure how long I wait. Is there anyone else at this party? Occasionally though I can hear voices and laughing but it seems so far away?
Eventually I hear stiletto heels approaching me. I can’t see, I can’t speak and my heart quickens. I know these heels have stopped and are standing next to me. I wait to be touched….nothing…..then the door opens and I hear you speak. “She’s mine, do you want to play with her?”
I tilt my head upward to your voice and then backward to try and hear the other voice. It’s female.
You untie me from the door handle and lean in to tell me to stand, right after I feel the tip of your tongue trace my lips around the gag.
It’s hard to explain how I’m feeling right now. Me, the confident headstrong who all day long makes decisions and controls her life but now, right now I’m revelling in letting go and I know you are revelling in taking control. It’s a great balance and I “think” I trust you. The trust is questionable as I have no idea what is about to happen.
I stand and feel the other woman’s hand guide me into the room. I realise the hall had been cool and entering this room, it’s much warmer.
You sit me on a sofa, it’s big and comfy but firm. I hear you say to the female to get undressed, leaving just her ouvert knickers and bra on.
The frustration of not knowing what they look like, what she’s wearing has my hearing senses on overdrive.
I hear you say to her “you have a beautiful arse”, do you want to see hers?
She purrs a reply, I decide she’s foreign but cannot work out from where?
I feel her nails glide over my latexed nipples and she’s licking the material. Instantly they go hard and go to bite my lip, I cannot, I’m still gagged. I put my hand up to feel the spider gag, my jaw aches.
“No” you chide, it stays on. “Now turn around for me”
I turn kneeling forward against the back of the sofa as I feel you unzip my crotch, exposing me…I visually drip as you run your finger along my pussy. I hear you taste it as you suck your finger.
Suddenly I realise there isn’t just three of us in the room. There’s a shuffling. How many people are in here? They are being deathly silent?
Seeing me tilt my head backward you almost read my mind. “We do have an audience, I want to show you off”.
A mix of excitement & embarrassment washes over me. The first over taking the second.
I feel you rub my arse with cold gel, massaging it & then you spank my pale skin, checking to see how much wetter I’m becoming the more you do it and watching it flow to red. You move around the back of the sofa and I hear you unzip and the tip of your cock is rubbing my mouth. I can feel your pre cum. Desperate to lick it, I push my tongue towards it. You take a sharp breath and push it deeper into my mouth.
Whilst you are doing this I feel a plug being pushed into my bum. I start to lean upward but you hold the plait and keep me steady in place. “Concentrate on me please”.
The long nails of this woman are now trailing over my bum cheeks, then her mouth is licking me. Pushing deep, sucking on my clit. I’m completely filled and I’m loving it.
“She tastes good doesn’t she?” I hear you speak…”like cream”
As you push into me I hear you say “you want to taste me, don’t you?” I nod.
“Not yet” I should have known, I’m a long way off that.
I feel you withdraw & unzip the cover of each breast to expose my nipples. You roll my nipples between your thumb and finger & there’s a sharp hard pinch. I wince as I realise you’ve attached clamps. I’m cross but oh so turned on. “Good girl” you say…
You swap with the female, she positions herself in such a way that I can just about feel her lips, the gag stopping the full force of her. She moans, her desire obvious.
You twist the plug, pushing it in and then tugging it, rubbing my pussy, pushing your fingers in. I moan, a raw guttural groan.
“My girl likes this”, your voice is smiling, then it changes as I feel you remove the plug and you are instantly pushing your cock into my arse, filling me. Holding my plait as you ride me, back and forth.
“She’s been waiting for this, for a long time”, “I said I’d make it memorable”. You are speaking to the room.
Your thrusts increase and you get faster, harder. You must have indicated for the female to step away. I feel the taste of her on my lips. You hold my hips as you continue to pump me whilst occasionally reaching around to feel my wet pussy, flicking my clit. The slick wet cum lapping, you pull me back by my hair, holding my neck as you push your fingers into my mouth. “Taste baby”
I lick your fingers as best I can. I’m desperate now, my jaw is a dull ache. Caught between wanting more and wanting you to release me.
You withdraw and pull me back to lay on my back, you pull the blind fold off, my eyes adjusting but it’s a dimly lit room, I blink looking round to see so many people watching us, silent, holding fluted glasses. They are all wearing masks. You tell me to look at you and as I do you wank & drip your cum over my lips, the gag and into my mouth. Never have I want it more than now, I choke a bit as I can’t close me mouth to swallow…”keep looking at me” you say. “I own you”…”I can do what I want and I know you want this”
I feel a tear trickle down my face. It is what I want, you know this, you have the sixth sense to know exactly what I crave.
Right now I’m in ecstasy, as you rub the cum over my lips with your cock, then lean down and lick my lips, flicking my tongue with yours.
For a second I think you are going to remove the gag but then you say “whose next?”