CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Cole was able to contact Michael easily by email. Michael told him
that the next party was planned in three weeks and about five to seven
couples were expected to show up. Cole and Monica would be welcome.
The two men discussed some ideas and agreed to cooperate on Monica's
first party scene.
The party rules were a bit more strict than the ones Cole was familiar
with. Limiting the participants to people with a certain sexual
preference was a new experience for him. People were not allowed to
arrive late and a high degree of social courtesy was expected.
Typically, the men would remain fully dressed, while the women would
be displayed in various stages of nudity.
At the most recent party, they were told, the men ate dinner at a
large table, while the women, or slave girls as they called
themselves, sat on the floor next to their masters and were fed by
hand. Monica thought this was really hot and hoped she would be able
to experience it someday.
As the date of the party approached, Monica agonized over what to
wear. The maledom party sounded like a great opportunity to prance
around more or less naked in front of an appreciative audience.
Although she sometimes pretended to think that her body was not
attractive, she took a great delight in showing it off. When she
couldn't make up her mind, Cole finally told her that she would wear a
black corset that just barely hid her nipples, plus high heels and
deep red panties.
He packed a small suitcase with numerous kinky toys that might be
useful at the party. Like most Maledoms, he subconsciously followed
the Boy Scout motto of "always prepared", so the bag was very heavy.
On party night, Monica took hours to get ready. Cole simply dressed
in black slacks and sport coat with an open white shirt. They finally
left when Cole said they had to go, since latecomers would not be
admitted. He drove through the downtown tangle of freeways, crossing
various bodies of water and out to the suburb where Michael and dina
lived.
The parked some distance from the large house and walked along a damp
driveway through a stand of tall fir trees. The rain had stopped and
the damp cold air was brisk with the scent of evergreen forest.
Monica was glad she had put a long coat over her corset. When they
knocked at the door, it was opened by a very slim woman. It was dina,
dressed in a lacy black costume that looked totally appropriate for a
slave girl. Up close she appeared to be about thirty and had very
intelligent eyes. A man who was certainly Michael appeared behind
dina and Monica responded politely as Cole made introductions.
Michael was wearing black jeans and a black leather vest over a white
shirt. To Monica's relief, he was obviously a very friendly fellow,
not the stern ego-dom type that she couldn't stand. After putting
down his heavy suitcase full of toys, Cole took her by the hand and
led her farther into the house. As they went into the living room,
she saw that several couples were already there.
Monica's corset made her small waist look even smaller and her medium
sized breasts appeared larger. She bathed in the stares of both the
men and the women as Cole displayed her as his private property.
Monica's immediate desire was simply to be as beautiful and submissive
as possible in order to make her master proud of her and to make the
other masters jealous of him. She followed Cole submissively as
Michael introduced him to some of the couples he didn't already know.
They sat in the living room and chatted with another couple for a
while. Actually, the men did most of the talking, as the women were
deeply into their subby roles.
Monica was primarily soaking up the supportive atmosphere, which made
her feel particularly good about her submissive needs. Three of the
other men made a special point to compliment Cole on how beautiful his
slave girl was, making sure, of course that Monica could hear. In
spite of their masterful attitudes, they knew that the party was as
much for the women as it was for them.
Cole noticed that the energy at this party was much stronger than what
he had experienced at pan sexual parties. He had a sudden flash of
understanding about the same sex parties that were often held by the
gay and lesbian SM groups. Those people are always ahead of the
curve, he thought approvingly.
When Cole was ready, he guided Monica over to one corner of the living
room where there was a tall metal cage. It was just large enough for
one person to stand within. He placed her inside and fastened the
door with a lock that was hanging there for that purpose. Monica was
held in a rigid, upright position with very little freedom of
movement.
"Pull your elbows back," he ordered. Cole slid a padded rod through
the bars, guiding in between her back and her arms, trapping them
behind her in a manner that thrust her breasts forward. The feeling
of being held captive while on display triggered a wave of submissive
sensation that washed over her body and left her trembling with closed
eyes. The feeling was not particularly sexual, but it was felt at the
deepest level of her soul.
Cole moved around the room, socializing and sampling various snacks.
Each of the other men and two of the sexy slavegirls complimented him
on how beautiful his slave looked in the cage. He avoided paying any
attention to Monica for several minutes, to see if she could maintain
her subby headspace alone.
He wanted to get a better feel for the play customs of this group
before he started his planned scene with Monica. He released her from
the cage and led her to the basement play area. She was in such a
deep level of submission that she had to be guided down the stairs one
step at a time.
In the spacious play area, a tall, heavyset master was ordering his
blonde slavegirl to assume different positions that exposed and
displayed her charming assets. Cole sat in a comfortable overstuffed
chair and told Monica to sit at his feet. Bending down was not easy
in her stiff corset, so she carefully knelt, then lowered her bottom
sideways to make contact with the floor.
They watched the couple performing for about fifteen minutes or so.
The tall woman was naked except for a red leather collar and numerous
piercings. Her large breasts were decorated with heavy gauge gold
rings through her nipples and more gold rings hung from her labia.
Her master struck her lightly with a riding crop to correct her
position. Monica noticed how quickly the woman responded, as if she
were concentrating completely on fulfilling her master's slightest
whim. She could also tell that the woman took great pride in both her
appearance and her obedience.
When the play area was clear, Cole ordered Monica into the center of
the room. With his help, she removed the corset, then her panties and
shoes. She noticed that several more people had gathered in the large
playroom. He told her to lie down under a pulley which was mounted to
an overhead beam. He carefully attached his superbly crafted
suspension cuffs to her wrists and a similar pair to her ankles. A
three foot metal spreader bar was fastened between her captive ankles
and a steel cable from the overhead pulley was clipped to an eyebolt
in the center of the bar.
Monica felt another wave of submission wash over her naked body and
she wondered if she was blushing. Two of the men were pointing at her
tattoo and shaved pussy while whispering intently to each other. From
his toy bag, Cole produced a mass of pink plastic clothespins which
were connected to each other with a strong cord.
"Are you ready for the clothespins, Little One?"
"Yes, Master."
He slowly pinched small folds of her skin and attached the little inch
long clothespins to her body. One string of fifteen was attached in a
line from her right armpit, around her firm right breast and down
along her stomach. An identical string of clothespins was attached in
the same fashion along her left side. She noticed that the springs
were quite strong and cruelly bit into her sensitive flesh.
Cole moved his hand in a cranking motion while looking at Michael, who
was standing next to a hand cranked winch mounted on the wall.
Slowly, Monica's legs were lifted off the floor until her back almost
lost contact with the carpet. Cole then clipped the wrist cuffs to
the bar, leaving her in a completely exposed and vulnerable position.
She heard the winch being cranked again as her body was completely
lifted and suspended face up by her wrists and ankles.
She was only lifted about two feet off the floor, but she still felt a
distinct loss of control as her body swayed and slowly spun around.
There were now a dozen people in the room, watching her, seeing her
private parts prominently displayed and appreciating the exquisite
pain of the clothespins. They could also hear her start sighing in
little panting breaths as her feeling of intense submission began to
trigger her sexual arousal.
Kneeling between her widespread knees, Cole began to lightly stroke
and tickle her already aroused cunt. Her outer lips were each
repeatedly pinched and the inner ones were pulled out slightly to
reveal their swollen state. Her humiliation seemed almost too intense
and she nearly panicked before her master calmed her by running his
loving hand along one perfect thigh.
Just as she was beginning to feel the moisture drip between her
shamefully open cunt lips, he reached into his bag and displayed some
more spring loaded clips of various sizes and colors in his large
right hand. He held his hand out to some of the other slavegirls who
had been watching from their places on the floor. After lightning
fast negotiations with their masters, three slavegirls approached and
each took two of the clips.
A healthy looking short haired brunette, who was wearing only a
leather bra, approached Monica's breasts with two large metal
carpenter's clamps that were at least four inches long. Fortunately,
the metal jaws were plastic coated, because they bit into Monica's
nipples with nearly unbearable force.
Then the tall blonde approached and put two oversized wooden
clothespins on Monica's inner labia, eliciting a groan of pain, but
also of acceptance. She was followed by a petite redhead who put two
more of the large wooden devices on Monica's outer labia. Everyone
withdrew for a moment to see how she would react to the sensual
torment, except for Cole who stayed to whisper in her ear.
"I'm very proud of you Little One. Everyone can see what a delightful
slave you are."
"Thank you, Master. I'm doing it for you." She smiled, but her eyes
were slightly unfocused.
"I know you are subby girl, now I have more surprises for you."
Monica caught her breath for a moment while Cole whispered something
to Michael. She hung in her leather restraints, with her legs spread
wide and scores of small areas of pain and pressure distributed across
the surface of her curvaceous torso. One of the men was admiring the
well developed musculature of her thighs and calves, while another
seemed to be most impressed with her long wavy brown hair which was
hanging down almost to the floor.
Looking between her own raised legs, Monica saw dina approaching on
her hands and knees. She stopped with her face inches from Monica's
cunt, which was throbbing from the strong clamps on her labia. Monica
looked right into dina's sparkling, mischievous eyes and felt an
immediate bond with the slender slave girl. She also felt a thrill of
forbidden perversion, since dina had a definite feline air about her
that lent a hint of bestiality to the proceedings.
Dina reached up with both of her small, delicate hands and deftly
removed the first two clamps from Monica's outer labia. Monica closed
her eyes and moaned gently at the sudden wash of sensation through her
pelvic area. Dina pulled on the clamps attached to Monica's inner
lips and spread them apart, revealing the pink inner surfaces as well
as a telltale quantity of slippery moisture.
Releasing the clips, dina leaned forward and started applying her
small darting cat-like tongue to Monica's pink, pulsating labia.
Monica began trembling and gasping from the expert stimulation. The
two other slave girls who had helped with the clamps moved in with
thin rigid rods and began tapping lightly at the clamps on her nipples
and the twin lines of clothespins that ran along her torso. Each time
they tapped, a small jolt of pain added to Monica's rapidly increasing
load of erotic energy.
After a few minutes, Cole put his hands on the large spring clamps
that were crushing her nipples. Simultaneously, he released the
pressure and pulled them both away. For the first time, Monica
screamed. She also began thrusting her hips toward dina's busy mouth
as far as her limited freedom would allow. The two slave girls
dropped their sticks and each began to suck one of Monica's outraged
nipples, which drove her into a frenzy of groaning, thrashing and
heavy panting.
Cole looked down at the pretty slave girl between Monica's legs and
said simply, "dina, it's time."
Dina moved her lapping tongue directly onto Monica's swollen,
throbbing clitoris. After a few seconds, Cole picked up the strings
that connected the two rows of clothespins and motioned for the two
helpers to move aside. Michael chose that moment to begin methodically
striking dina's small buttocks with a short single tailed whip, which
left a thin red welt with each stroke.
Monica could sense dina's pain traveling from her tight little bottom
cheeks through her lithe body and onto the tip of her tongue, where it
was converted to intense pleasure and transferred to Monica's burning
clitoris. She began to feel the convulsive contractions of her
muscles that signaled the irresistible arrival of her orgasm.
Just as Monica reached a devastating climax, Cole pulled hard on the
two strings, which neatly ripped the rows of clothespins from Monica's
body like opening a zipper. The sudden addition of more pain,
combined with the fact that dina had thrust two fingers into Monica's
dripping vagina, forced her to the highest possible level of orgasmic
flight. She came and came and came.
When Monica awoke, she was no longer in bondage. Someone had wrapped
her in a blanket and placed her on a sofa in the playroom. Her head
was in someone's lap. Of course, it was her beloved master, Howard
Cole. When he saw that her eyes were open, he encouraged her to sit
up and drink some cold fruit juice, which she gulped down eagerly.
When he was satisfied that she was all right, he asked dina to come
over and sit with her while he went upstairs to socialize with the
rest of the group.
Monica and dina made an immediate connection. Since they both already
knew each other's biggest secret, they felt like they had nothing to
hide. When Cole returned an hour later to tell Monica it was time to
go home, it was almost impossible to separate them. He had to remind
her that it was now 2 AM and they had a rather difficult drive home
through Seattle.
