Wife of the Party

Wife of the Party

by captv8td

Chapter 1

The man and woman stood side by side, motionless other than for the slow rising and falling of their chests as they breathed.  Another woman slowly circled the pair, running her eyes up and down their bodies and taking in every detail.

“You performed well last night, Steve,” commented Monique as she reached down and cradled his erect cock in her palm.  The naked man blushed slightly.  Even though he had been owned for over two years, it was still disconcerting to be reminded as his status as a slave.  And to be reminded that his actions were controlled by his owners was enough to bring a slight blush to his cheeks.

“Thank you, Mistress,” Steve replied as his cock twitched slightly in her hand.  The night before, he had been the main entertainment at a party hosted by his owners.  The guests had included several dominant couples that had brought their own slaves with them.  The entertainment had consisted of having Steve’s hands bound behind his back while he was blindfolded and then having the other slaves try to bring him to orgasm.

Steve’s owners had spent the last two years teaching the male slave control.  He was allowed to climax frequently but only on demand.  Last night, they had commanded him not to cum and then had unleashed the other slaves on him.  Despite his training, he found it difficult to control himself.  Without his sight, he never knew the next assault would come or from whom.  The three female slaves and one male slave that the guests had brought were as determined as they were merciless.  Four sets of lips teased his body to unbearable arousal.  Four mouths tried to coax his seed from him.  At least two of the slaves were always at work on him and, at times, all four worked together.

They positioned him and repositioned him to suit their various devious schemes to get him to climax.  Sometimes, the position would give him a clue about what to expect next.  When he was placed on his back in the center of the room, he expected a wet, warm pussy to slide onto his throbbing pole.  And he was right as, one after another, the girls impaled themselves on his cock.  As one would become exhausted and eventually climax, the others would lift her off to be replaced by a new warm velvety tunnel.

Sometimes they surprised him.  When he was kneeling with his head resting on the floor and his bottom raised in the air, he fully expected to be sodomized by the male slave.  That eventually happened when he was standing in the middle of the room with two sets of female lips suckling on his sensitive nipples and a third set of feminine lips slurping away at his inflamed cock.  But when he was placed in the kneeling position, his cock was alternately hand-milked and flogged while a tongue reamed out his little pucker.

After an hour of the exquisite torture, his Mistress declared him victorious.  He was unbound and given his sight back and then he was given his choice of slaves to relieve himself.  He had selected the young blonde and released his copious load of semen into her waiting womb.

Monique continued her journey and moved behind the two slaves.  She touched the mark on the woman’s left buttock.  Each of the slaves sported identical marks.  It was a small fleur-de-lis with the letter C in the middle.  They had each been branded with this mark of ownership eighteen months earlier when they had agreed to permanent slavery to the Chambeaux family.

Laura shuddered slightly as Monique touched her brand.  It did not hurt; at least it did not hurt now.  It had been excruciatingly painful when the white hot iron had touched her tender flesh to give her the token of her new station in life and the smell of her burning flesh had left an indelible memory in her mind.  Perhaps it was this memory that always made her tremble when someone touched the spot.

“You are making nice progress, little one,” remarked Monique as she rubbed her palm lightly over Laura’s belly.  “Soon you will be back to form.”

In reality, Laura was already back to form.  She had given birth to a baby daughter three months earlier but her stringent training program had returned her to her former self within a month.  Her breasts were now larger but she had quickly shed the excess weight elsewhere and was firmly toned.

“Thank you, Mistress,” replied the naked slavegirl.

Steve and Laura were married.  Through a careless lapse in judgment on Steve’s part, the couple had no choice other than temporary enslavement to the Chambeaux family consisting of Monique, her husband Pierre, and their daughter Katherine.  That temporary condition had evolved into permanency, probably due to a shared lapse in judgment.  But the decision had been made nad now both of them were the property of this family.

Before the original lapse in judgment, Steve and Laura had been a typical young suburban couple.  Steve was a successful rising star and was an executive at a company owned and run by Pierre.  He continued to be a successful executive at the company by day.  Outside of the company, however, he was Pierre’s property.

Laura had been a homemaker.  She managed the household and took care of everything so that she and her husband could enjoy life together when he was not working.  They had even been planning on starting a family before the night of the lapse in judgment.

Now they had started their family.  Brigitte had been born in the spring and the couple adjusted their lives once again to accommodate the latest change.

It was not your normal pregnancy.  Even conception was not normal.  Pierre and Monique had decided that it was time for the couple to have their first child and had taken Laura off of her contraception.  Then, for the next two months, she did not have any unprotected sex.  She was still required to service Pierre or the guests of the owners but she did so with her mouth or bottom for the most part.  On the rare occasion that she did have intercourse, the male, whoever it happened to be, always wore a condom.

Finally, Monique declared that breeding should commence.  That was how she referred to it:  breeding.  If Laura had not felt humiliated before, she certainly did at that point.  Not only was she property, but she was being reduced to the status of a common pet or farm animal.  Each month, Monique would monitor Laura’s body to determine when she was most fertile.  Then Monique would organize and preside over the breeding.

Laura could not complain about it being unpleasant.  Monique ensured that Laura’s body was highly stimulated for each session and she always received numerous orgasms.  It was just so humiliating to be strapped into a rack and fucked in front of an audience for the purpose of producing a child.

The other aspects of the breeding were also humiliating.  Monique created a form of Russian roulette for the events.  On the first day, Steve exclusively would fuck his wife, depositing his sperm in her with the hopes that one of the tiny swimmers would find the waiting egg.  On day two, Steve and Pierre would alternate and she would receive four loads of sperm on those days.  On the third and final breeding session of each month, it was just her husband trying to impregnate her.

After the third month of breeding, Laura became pregnant.  To this day, she still was not sure if the baby was Steve’s or Pierre’s, although the odds were that Steve was the father.  A simple DNA test would confirm that but Laura decided that not knowing was probably best.

Monique insisted on naming the child since the baby was born from her property.  She selected the name Brigitte, a nice French name to go along with the Chambeaux family heritage.  Monique also assisted with many of the childcare activities and was like a second mother to tiny Brigitte.

Laura wondered how Brigitte would grow up.  At some point, she would start to realize that something was different about her parents.  Steve and Laura were kept naked other than when Steve went to work or they were taken somewhere by their owners.  How many girls’ parents are always naked?  And how many wear brands of ownership?  For that matter, how many were owned at all?

Thankfully, it would be a couple of years before Brigitte would realize that anything was different about her parents.  Perhaps by that time, thought Laura, things will have changed and they would no longer be owned.  But if things didn’t change, would Brigitte be a slave too?  Several times, she started to ask Monique that very question.  But each time, she stopped herself.  She dreaded the answer and decided it best to avoid asking the question at all.

Monique finished her inspection of the naked slave couple and sent them on their ways to perform their duties.  Steve was to finish preparing the garden so he gathered his tools and headed into the yard.  Laura watched as her husband strode into the sunlight in all of his naked glory and admired how toned and tan he was.

Laura had a light day ahead of her.  She had to clean and straighten the bedrooms but was then to have the rest of the day to relax in preparation for Katherine’s party later that evening.

Chapter 2

Laura finished nursing Brigitte and put her down to bed for the night.  She looked at the clock and realized that she still had plenty of time to prepare for the party.  Steve was sound asleep.  He had spent an exhausting day, laboring naked in the garden.  Laura had watched him from their bedroom window and marveled at the way he was able to keep his cock hard even while wielding the shovel and pickaxe.  Monique had given him the assignment of being constantly erect and ready to serve.  Over the years, he had mastered that skill.

Even now, as he slumbered, his huge pole thrust upward from his reclining body.  This was even more amazing to Laura since she had watched him use it earlier while she had been admiring him from the bedroom.  Monique had paid him a visit and had him service her.  It was not a loving act and Laura was far beyond the days when watching her husband fuck another woman would have made her jealous.  Monique had simply pulled up her skirt, leaned back against the patio table and beckoned her boy to her.  Steve had obeyed and easily slid his cock into his Mistress’ waiting sex.  The coupling only lasted about ten minutes and Laura could see that Monique experienced at least two orgasms.  Laura could also tell that Monique had obviously commanded Steve to cum because she saw his body tense and his head roll back as his face turned red.  All were telltale signs that he had climaxed.  And yet, here he was, less than an hour later, with a raging erection as he slept.

Laura padded to the door and slipped into the hallway, quietly closing the door behind her.  She walked down the hall to Katherine’s room and gently knocked.

“Hi pet,” beamed Katherine as she opened the door.  She quickly pulled Laura into her room and kissed her, hugging the slavegirl to her.  “Mmmm, you always taste so sweet.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” replied Laura, feeling herself blush slightly.  Despite having her modesty stripped from her over the past two years, she still found it embarrassing to be owned and so totally controlled by this girl who had just turned twenty.

“How should I prepare for the party, Mistress?” asked Laura.

Katherine sat down on the edge of the bed and Laura knelt at her feet as she had been taught.  Katherine reached out and cradled the full, firm breasts in her palms, holding them and enjoying their weight as she replied.  “Nothing special, little one.  It will be pretty much the same crowd as the last party.

Laura shuddered slightly as she remembered Katherine’s last party, or at least the last party she had attended.  It had been four months earlier and Laura had been eight months pregnant at the time.  Five of Katherine’s closest friends and their boyfriends had been in attendance.  Laura’s belly had been huge but all of the partiers seemed to be fascinated with her shape rather than repulsed by it.

Laura had spent much of the evening serving the partygoers, bringing them food and drink and being generously fondled, pinched and probed.  After dinner was finished, Steve was assigned to clear the table and clean up while Laura was taken to the great room for entertainment.

As proof that the partiers were fascinated by her form, each of the boys fucked her at least once.  Each of the girls had her service them with her tongue.  And two of the girls took turns fisting her as she lay bound to the top of a table.  After finishing cleaning up, Steve had joined them and witnessed his wife being the sexual plaything of a group of teens and young adults.  It had been a very long night and she had been tired and sore for days.

“Oh, but do wear the hoops.  They are so much easier to put on and remove.  And some of my friends might be thirsty.”

“Yes, Mistress,” replied Laura as she felt a renewed blush spread across her cheeks.  Ever since Brigitte had been born, her breasts had become a family favorite.  It seemed like Pierre, Monique and Katherine each had a hunger for fresh milk and she frequently found herself nursing them.  Now, the milk that her body produced for her baby was about to be shared with friends.  It was clear that she was going to be the group’s sex toy again for the evening.

“Oh, and tease out your hair,” Katherine continued.  “I want you to look wild and feline tonight.”

Laura padded back down the hall and slipped silently back into her room.  She was tempted to straddle her husband for a quick fuck to take the edge off her nerves but she knew that would be unwise.  Neither of them were allowed orgasms without permission.

Instead, she went into the bathroom, drew herself a bath and luxuriated in the tub for the next thirty minutes.  Steve awoke during her bath and came in to keep her company, sitting on the edge of the tub.

“Are you ready for tonight?” he asked as his finger lazily traced a circle around one of her nipples.

“It’s the same crowd as last time,” she replied as she watched his finger glide over her flesh and stiffen her nipple.  “I don’t know that there’s any getting ready about it.  I’ll probably just get fucked silly again.”

“Probably,” he responded as he helped her out of the tub.  “At least it’s just sex that they want.  Nothing dangerous.”

Laura dried herself and then spent fifteen minutes blow drying her hair in front of the vanity.  When she was done, her long blonde mane was enough to make any lion jealous.  Very little makeup was allowed although most people would say that none was needed.  Laura’s natural coloring was beautiful and perfect.  A little bit of highlighting for the eyes was all that Laura applied.

Laura kissed her husband and gave his cock a squeeze.  “Are you working tonight?”

Steve sighed and nodded.  “A slave’s work is never done.  I’m serving tonight.  And Monique said that I would be entertaining Pierre and her in their suite later.  I hope to be back by the time they’re finished with you.”

“I’ll see you later then, hun,” said Laura as she kissed him again.

“Have fun at the party, love,” replied Steve.  Laura turned back to him and rolled her eyes before leaving without saying another word.

Chapter 3

“What do you think about my lioness?” asked Katherine of one of her guests as Laura was wheeled into the room.  Laura was chained inside of a cage and did indeed look feral.  Two chains dangled from the ceiling of the cage, attached to her wrists.  They allowed her a fair amount of movement within the cage but she could not lower her hands below the level of her shoulders.  Her lower legs were strapped to the floor, leaving her in a kneeling position with her legs spread widely.  The position gave her the appearance of a feline about to leap.

“Oh wow!!!” squealed the girl.  “She looks fabulous!  Just look at her!  Is she tamed?”

“Not at all,” replied Katherine.  “She’s totally wild.”  At that, Laura growled and snarled.  Katherine had instructed her before the party that she was to be a wild beast tonight.  She was to bite or kick or scratch anyone who came near her.  And she was to his and growl and snarl as often as she could.

Unfortunately, the girl hadn’t been told of these rules.  She just remembered as the docile, succulent pregnant slavegirl who had been so pleasing at the lasat party.  She reached her hand into the cage to stroke Laura’s cheek and then shrieked when Laura sank her teeth into the girl’s wrist.

Laura had the good sense not to bite too hard.  She clamped the arm just tight enough to hold the girl in place.  It would be painful but it did not break the skin.

“Help me!!!” shrieked the girl.  “Get her off of me!  Help me!”  She struggled to free her hand and reached in with the other.  Laura swung her hands through the air with her claws unfurled as she hissed and glared at the girl but her chains prevented her nails from reaching the girl.  “Ouch, that hurts!” squealed the girl as she tried to rescue her wrist.

Eventually, she was successful at prying Laura’s mouth open wide enough to free her arm and pulled it back, but not before Laura bit into a finger and growled.

“Yikes!” squealed the girl as she looked at her finger, seeing the tooth marks.  “What have you done to her?”

“Nothing,” replied Katherine.  “I told you she was my lioness.  Why would you stick your hand into her cage?”

Laura had to stifle a laugh at the exchange.  It was fun to be on the giving end of pain for a change and she realized that tonight might be fun after all.

Each time someone walked by her cage, she would become animated again and lash out at them as she growled and roared.  Her heavy breasts with their shiny gold hoops would bob and sway with her antics, much to the amusement of the guests.  But nobody reached in to fondle the heavenly orbs.

For the next hour, the guests meandered by as they moved between the food and the bar.  Occasionally, they jumped back in surprise as she leapt forward in the cage, but none were injured.

While she was going through her antics, she kept an eye on her husband.  She knew that she would be angry with him for turning their lives so upside down but she could not bring herself to do so.  He was so handsome and so sexy.  Even in his slavery, he held himself proudly.  As he served drinks or cleared plates, the girls were constantly fondling him and teasing him to try to have an unauthorized climax.  The boys mostly ignored him but occasionally, she would see one swat at his cock if it happened to “move inside of a personal space.”  Even when that happened, he remained calm and confident.  Laura drew strength from her husband.  The dining and grazing period ended and only one person had been injured during the meal.  One boy had reached between the bars to grab one of Laura’s breasts and her teeth had actually broken his skin.  Someone wrapped a bandage around his arm and he waved around in the air as he ranted about the crazy she-beast in the cage. 

Katherine led her guests back to the cage where Laura snorted and glared at the people around her.  She heard a lock being undone behind her and then she heard a clang as she realized that the back of the cage had been removed.  She had bars on three sides of her now but the back of the cage, the part that was most critical to protecting what little modesty she had left, was gone.  Now, she would be vulnerable to whatever indignities they had in store for her.

“It’s time to poke the pussy,” she heard Katherine say.  “Who wants to go first?”  Laura cringed at the words and then remembered her role.  Instantly, she started snarling and snapping.

“I’ll take the she-beast,” she heard the cocky boy who she had bitten speak up.  She started jerking in her bindings as she growled.  “It will serve the bitch right.”

Laura heard the zipper and then felt two hands on her hips.  She snarled and shook her mane back and forth, sending it sailing through the air.  She felt the boy moving closer, positioning himself between her legs.  Then she started lurching sideways and front and back.  She knew she would get fucked but she was determined to put up a fight, like any respectable lioness would.

He held onto her hips and started guiding his cock toward her parted petals which were glistening in her arousal.  Just before he was able to plunge into her damp cavern, though, she bucked again.  This time, he was close and moving toward her.  Her body twisted and she pushed back against him.  A lucky move caught the tip of his cock against her bottom cheek as she pushed back, bending his erection in half and causing him to fall back in pain.

“That bitch!” he screeched as he reached between his legs to protect his wounded manhood.  “That bitch broke it!”

Laura heard some giggles in the room as the other partiers had fun with the boy’s misery.  She was proud of herself.  She had been given an assignment to be a savage beast tonight.  And she had just had her first kill.  She roared victoriously.

“Let me try,” she heard from another male voice.

“Good luck,” she heard one of the girls say.

Laura felt a finger tip trace down her spine lightly.  She snarled and snapped, whipping her head around to glare at the boy.

“Ssshhhh,” he heard him say.  “Sssshhh.”  He placed his open palm at the top of her back and slowly drew it down until he got to her bottom and then he lifted it to repeat the motion.  “Shhhhh.  Good girl.  Nobody is going to hurt you,” he said softly.

“Damn!” she thought.  “This guy is good!!!”  She felt her sex becoming even damper as the boy kept stroking her back and talking softly to her.  He kept this up for several minutes and eventually Laura started purring.  She loved this attention.  Her eyelids were fluttering and her body was aflame with lust.

The boy kept up his soft caresses as he continued to whisper to her.  “Good girl.”  “Pretty kitty.”  “Beautiful baby.”  Laura’s purring grew louder and, as the boy continued, she actually needed the sex.  She raised her bottom and wiggled it seductively at the boy.

“Does my pretty kitty want to play?” he asked.  Laura meowed in reply and then heard hushed whispers from the rest of the partiers as they marveled at how the boy had tamed the savage beast.

She felt one of his hands leave her body and a whimper escaped from her mouth.  But then she heard the sound of a zipper and instantly smiled.  The boy released his cock, which by now was quite erect and then positioned it at the opening to her sex.

“Easy girl,” he whispered again as both of his hands returned to the soft stroking of her naked flesh.  Slowly he inched forward, letting a little bit of his cock enter her at a time.  She started purring again as he ever so slowly filled her.  Once he was fully embedded in her, he held still for a moment and ran his fingers through her wild mane.  “Such a good girl.”

What happened next could only be described as lovemaking.  His lips fluttered over her naked back as his hands gently caressed her sides and legs.  His cock moved in and out of her slowly but deliberately.  Her body was aflame with lust as this boy had aroused her so.  She opened her eyes and sought out Katherine’s, looking at her mistress imploringly.  Katherine smiled and gave a little nod, which Laura interpreted as permission.  Laura’s body immediately in the most intense orgasm of her life and she groaned as her body shook.

The boy kept slowly moving in and out, whispering and caressing and kissing.  Wave after wave of orgasm washed over Laura.  Was it one long orgasm?  Or was it so many intense ones that she lost track?  Eventually, the boy climaxed and emptied his seed inside of her.  She hung limply from her chains and moaned as she remained embedded in her.

He finally softened and slipped out of her.  He kissed her between her shoulder blades and whispered one last time.  “Such a pretty kitty.  You are my beautiful cat.”  He stepped back and the audience erupted with applause and cheering.  Laura was beyond caring that she had put on such a lewd display.  She was completely satiated.  And she loved what “The Tamer” had done to her.

Each of the other guests had learned a lesson.  Each of the males fucked the beautiful caged girl but did so as the trainer had done, with soft caresses and gentle whispers.  She even remained docile as one of the boys decided to take her bottom.

She was released from the cage and, one by one, the female guests availed themselves of her tongue.  Each petted her and talked calmly to her as she lapped at one sex after another.  When she had finished, each of the guests had received an orgasm.  Laura lost track of how many times she climaxed.

Katherine and her guests finally sat down in small groupings of chairs and sofas in the great room.  Laura decided to remain in character and crawled along the floor, her pendulous breasts swaying seductively beneath her chest.  She circled the room once before going to the tamer and rubbing her body along his leg as a cat might do.  Then she curled up at his feet and purred.

“I think she likes you,” observed Katherine, smiling as her slave lay at her friend’s feet.

“She’s such a good girl,” the tamer replied.  “Such a beautiful pet.”  He patted his lap, inviting Laura into it, and Laura climbed up, nestling in his arms.  He was sitting on a couch with what Laura assumed was his girlfriend.  The girlfriend was the one who Laura had bitten at the beginning of the evening.  Laura thought about hissing at her but then thought better of it.  There was no sense in traumatizing the guest.

The tamer stroked and petted Laura, whispering to her as his hands glided over her firm, smooth flesh.  He reached between her thighs and held his hand over her sex, cupping it as if protecting it.  His other hand slid up her body and claimed on of her full breasts, lifting it and holding it.

One of Laura’s breasts started to leak and the tamer realized that Laura was lactating.  He used both hands to gently remove the hoop that ran through her nipple.  He set it on the table beside him and then reached around his girlfriend, pulling her closer.  He guided his girlfriend until her lips touched Laura’s breast.  Laura watched as the girl tentatively parted her lips and sucked the little bud into her mouth.  Then she started sucking and Laura saw the girl’s cheeks hollow with each suck and felt the delicate tongue dancing over her nipple.  Laura was not sure why, but she thought it was very erotic to be cradled in her tamer’s lap as he fed her milk to his girlfriend.  She started purring again.

Katherine swatted Laura’s bottom as they headed upstairs after all of the guests had departed.  “Go feed Brigitte,” she said. “You were a good girl tonight.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” Laura replied as she smiled brightly.  Steve was not in the room when she got there.  She removed the second gold hoop and then lifted Brigitte, letting her daughter nurse enough to hold her through the night.  Twenty minutes later, Brigitte was asleep again and there was still no sign of Steve.  Apparently, their owners were going to keep him for the night.  She returned to Katherine’s room.

“May I stay with you tonight, Mistress?” she asked after she knocked lightly on the door and entered the darkened bedroom.

“Of course you may, pet,” replied Katherine.  She was already in bed and turned down the covers on one side to invite her slave to join her.  Laura slipped under the covers and into Katherine’s warm embrace.

“You were just so amazing tonight, pet,” said Katherine after a long, loving kiss.  “You made me so proud of you.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” replied Laura.  Then she giggled.  “It was actually a lot of fun.”

Katherine gave Laura another squeeze.  “Yes, it was great fun.”  Katherine then adjusted her body so that her face was at Laura’s breasts.  She nuzzled against the warm yielding flesh and then sucked a nipple into her mouth, nursing on her pet until she fell asleep.

Chapter 4

“We got another one,” announced Monique.  She was in the library checking her emails at the computer.  Pierre was reading the newspaper and smoking his pipe in a chair nearby.

“Another what, dear?” he asked.

“Another offer,” she replied.

“Oh.  Where did this one come from?”

“New Zealand..”

“How much this time?”

“You have to see this one for yourself,” she said.

It was remarkable.  For the past several months, they had been receiving offers for the purchase of their slaves.  The offers originated from all over the world:  Canada, England, Australia, South Africa.  This latest one from New Zealand kept up the pattern.  They speculated that they all originated from the same person but they were not sure.

The first one arrived when Laura was still pregnant.  “How much do you want for your slavegirl?” was all that the email said.  They had ignored it.

Neither Pierre nor Monique could imagine who could be sending the emails.  They had not advertised their slaves for sale.  They had not even displayed them publicly.  Some of their friends had met the two slaves at various parties hosted by the Chambeaux family and some of Katherine’s friends had met and used the slave couple.  They could not believe that any of their friends would be so outrageous as to try to purchase their slaves, though.

Pierre got up from his chair and stood behind Monique, massaging her shoulders as he read the email.  “I will offer you $1.5 million for your pair of slaves.  Delivery is not necessary.  I can arrange to have them collected.”

Pierre whistled.  “That’s starting to become real money.  Do you think we should sell?”

“Pierre!” scolded Monique.  “How can you even think of such a thing?  They are far too precious.”

“At some point, everything has a price,” he responded.  Would you sell them if they offered a hundred million?”

“That’s pretty unrealistic.  But I probably would for that price.”

“Like I said, everything has a price.  Maybe the price isn’t high enough yet but, if they keep this up, it will be.”

“What do you think we should do?” asked Monique.

“Well the price isn’t high enough for me.  But I’m dying to learn who this is.  Let’s suggest a meeting.”  Pierre then helped Monique script a response.  “Regarding your offer, we should meet to discuss the terms of the transaction.”

Monique sent the email.  Fifteen minutes later, she received a reply.  “4:00 today at the Four Seasons.  No need to bring the merchandise.”

“So much for this email coming from New Zealand,” commented Monique.  “It’s obviously a fake email account.  I’m sure that all of these emails are from the same guy.”

“We’ll find out this afternoon, won’t we?” said Pierre.

Shortly before 4:00, the couple was seated at a table in the bar of the Four Seasons.  Pierre was sipping a glass of red wine and Monique was enjoying a cup of tea.  She kept looking around, trying to see if she recognized anyone but nobody looked familiar.  Several minutes after 4:00, a man approached the table.

“Mr. and Mrs. Chambeaux, I presume?” he said.

“Yes, I am Pierre Chambeaux,” said Pierre as he stood and extended his hand.  They shook briefly.  “And this is my wife, Monique.”

“Excuse me for being tardy,” said the man as he shook her hand.  “I was delayed.  My, you are lovely,” he commented as he gazed at Monique.  “When I first arrived, I was convinced that you were the merchandise of which we have been communicating.”

“Thank you,” replied Monique.  “I think.”

“My name is Alan Chisholm,” the man explained.  “May I join you?”

“Please be seated,” responded Pierre.

Alan took a chair and then leaned forward, placing his palms flat on the table as he looked from Pierre to Monique and then back to Pierre again.  “Now then, let’s get down to business, shall we?  You have a package that I would very much like to acquire.  My offers to date have been rejected but hopefully they have demonstrated my sincerity and my flexibility when it comes to the terms of the deal.  Hopefully, they have also demonstrated that I am determined and that price is not a major issue for me.”

“Yes, you have demonstrated all of those things,” replied Pierre.  “We were surprised at some of the offers.  Tell me this, though.  How did you learn of our… merchandise?”

“Oh,” nodded Alan.  He paused for a moment.  “From a very reliable source.  An acquaintance of mine.”

“I see,” pondered Pierre.  “And do we know this acquaintance of yours?”

“Yes,” nodded Alan again.  “Yes, I believe you do.”

“May we know who that is?” asked Monique.

Again, Alan paused.  “For the moment, I think it best to keep him unnamed.  His identity will be revealed eventually but for now let us call him Mr. X”

“And what is Mr. X’ interest in the transaction?” asked Monique, “if you can share that.”

“His interest is honorable,” replied Alan, “if that is what you are worried about.  He is quite infatuated with your female… errrr… pet.”

“Oh, so is he the actual buyer?” asked Pierre.

“No, no,” Alan shook his head.  “Nothing like that.  Unfortunately, he does not have the wherewithal for such a transaction.  I will be the buyer.  I do intend to deed the property to him after the transaction, though.  As a sort of gift.”

Monique studied the man.  Alan Chisholm appeared to be in his mid to late forties.  He was distinguished looking with a slight bit of graying around his temples.  He was fit and rather handsome.  And he was obviously wealthy.  Monique could tell this from the outrageously high offers but also from the expensive suit that he wore.

“That is a very generous gift, indeed,” remarked Pierre.  “Your latest offer was for both articles of merchandise.  What is your acquaintance’s interest in the second item?”

“Alas,” responded Alan, “he has no real interest in the second item.  But it became evident that you believed they should be kept together, as a collection so to speak.  As I mentioned, however, my acquaintance is an honorable man.  He would take them both and keep them together.”

“Are you aware that there is a third article in the collection now?” asked Pierre.

“Yes,” nodded Alan.  I have been informed of that development.  I did not know how to address the third item in my offers.  I did not know of your intentions or desires.”

“The third…. article is an integral part of the collection now,” responded Monique quickly.  “The set cannot be broken up.”

“I see,” commented Alan.  “Then I shall modify my offer to include the entire set.  I am open to considering any other terms and conditions that you might propose.”

“To be honest with you, Mr. Chisholm,” Pierre said, “we are not inclined to part with our collection.  They suit our needs perfectly.  They are exquisite and they are trained to our liking.”

“As unusual as this sounds,” added Monique, “They have become part of the family.  There would be a huge hole left behind if we sold them.”

“Yes, I can understand that,” commented Alan.  “From what I understand, the female pet is divine.  I’m sure that the male pet is also equally precious to you.  Thank you for your time.  I will tell my acquaintance that they are not available.  He will be disappointed but perhaps it is for the best.  I envisioned the female becoming a huge distraction to him.”  Alan Chisholm arose and shook hands with Pierre and Monique before departing.  “Thank you again for meeting with me.”

“That was sure strange,” commented Monique on the drive home.

“It was,” agreed Pierre.  “I have never had a discussion about selling a human before.”

“Should we be worried?  He seemed awfully determined.  Might he steal her?”

Pierre shook his head.  “No, I don’t think so.  He didn’t appear to be the type.  I think we’ll hear from him again, but I don’t think that we have to worry about any criminal activity.”

“Nevertheless,” Monique continued, “maybe we should get them insured.”

“Insure a slave?” sputtered Pierre.  “You can’t insure a slave.  You can’t even own one.”

“It was just a thought,” huffed Monique.  “We never knew how valuable they were and now I’m worried about losing them.”

“We’ll just have to keep them safe,” replied Pierre.

Chapter 5

“Perhaps an occasional short term lease?  If you would be open to considering this, it would be appreciated by my acquaintance.  I am available to meet at your convenience.”

Monique printed the email that arrived two days following the meeting with Alan Chisholm and handed it to Pierre.

“Couldn’t hurt,” was Pierre’s response.  “Besides, I’m still curious about who his acquaintance is.”

“It would all depend on how short short is.  I could part with Laura for a few days but I don’t think I would like her gone for weeks on end.”

“This might work out well for all concerned.  We retain property rights.  We get to keep them together.  And the acquaintance gets to romp in the hay with his very own beautiful slavegirl.  Set up the meeting.”

Monique responded to the email.  “We would entertain the idea of short term leases as long as it is understood that no property rights will change hands.  We can meet to discuss.”

At four o’clock, they were seated at the same table as before.  A very relieved Alan Chisholm sat across the table from them.  “You can’t possibly imagine how grateful I am for this,” he said.

Then he went on to disclose the identity of his acquaintance.  Mr. X was his son, Mark, a friend of Katherine’s from college.  He had met Laura at a couple of Katherine’s parties and became hopelessly enchanted by her beauty, her poise and her raw sexuality.  He had also apparently “sampled” her charms and described it as the most unbelievable pleasure of his life.

Mark was so enamored with Laura that Alan was afraid he would let his future slip away.  All that he talked about was the beautiful slavegirl.  He showed no interest in studies or sports.  He almost lost his girlfriend because he was pining away so badly.  The renting of the slave would at least provide some hope for his son.  And it would provide some leverage to Alan as he tried to put his son back on course.

“Might I rent her for the night, tonight?” Alan asked.

I think renting will be unnecessary,” replied Pierre.  “We would be happy to loan her to you if it’s just for an occasional short stint.  But I don’t know about tonight.

“Oh, I can look after Brigitte,” Monique cut in.  Pierre raised his eyebrows and looked at his wife.  She reached up and casually lifted her breasts in her hands.  “They may not have milk but she still loves to suck on them.”

“I can imagine,” said Alan wistfully as he eyed the magnificent chest on Monique.  “I would too.”

Then Alan blushed.  “Oops.  I’m so sorry.  I don’t know what got into me.  That was so rude of me.”

Monique laughed as she lowered her hands to her lap.  “Nonsense!  I took that as quite a compliment.”

“Thank you for your forgiveness.  I meant what I said.  I just shouldn’t have said it.”

“We will have to invite you to our next party.  Is your wife into the lifestyle?”

“Lifestyle?” stammered Alan.  “I’m not sure what you mean.”

“Yes, the lifestyle.  Domination and submission.  Master and slave.  That sort of thing.” 

Alan blushed again and shook his head.  “I’m afraid we aren’t.  In fact, I never would have believed that slaves existed if our son had not come home with his outlandish story about your beautiful girl.”

“Ooo, this will be fun!” thought Monique to herself.  “A virgin to the lifestyle.”

Monique smiled.  “Then we definitely must invite you.  You really should check it out.  You can participate or simply observe.  And if you choose to participate, who knows?  Maybe I’ll be your personal slavegirl for the night.”

Pierre chuckled at the conversation.  He tried to imagine his very dominant wife naked and kneeling at someone’s feet.  It was hard to believe that she would actually do that but it certainly made for an erotic picture in his mind.  He would enjoy it.

Monique called home and instructed Laura to get ready.  She protested being loaned out but quickly gave in when Monique reminded her of her new station in life.  She was to express enough milk to get Brigitte through the night, bathe and then get dressed.  Monique told her what to wear.

The three of them arrived at the Chambeaux home at six o’clock.  Laura was waiting in the living room, wearing a white knit dress and shoes, with nothing else.  She held her collar in one hand and her cuffs in the other and held them up as Monique, Pierre and Alan entered.

“Will I be needing these, Mistress?” she asked.

“No pet.  If your new owner wants to collar you, he will provide his own collar.”

Laura gasped in horror.  “New owner?”

Monique smiled and kissed Laura’s cheek.  “Don’t worry, little one.  It’s just a temporary arrangement.  We could never sell you.  You will be returned tomorrow.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Laura blushed as she cast her eyes down.

“Divine,” commented Alan.  “Simply divine.  I can see what Mark sees in her.  She’s a lovely creature.”

Alan said his goodbyes and led Laura out to his car.  He was looking forward to seeing his son’s reaction when he brought this delectable beauty into the house with him.

Chapter 6

“Oh my god!” exclaimed Mark as Alan ushered Laura into the living room.  “How did you do that?”  Without waiting for an answer, he stepped forward and took Laura’s chin in his hand, tilting her head up slightly and kissing her.

“My pretty kitty,” he remarked after he broke the kiss.

“My tamer,” she whispered back before dropping to kneel before him.

“How did you do that?”

“I simply talked to her owners.  I arranged for her to be on loan to you occasionally.”

“Oh my god!” he repeated himself as he looked down and saw the beautiful vision kneeling at his feet.

Ann Chisholm stared wide-eyed at the spectacle.  She was clearly unprepared for this moment even though she and Alan had agreed that they should acquire this girl for their son before he did something stupid that he would regret for the rest of his life.  But she was unprepared for the beauty of the woman.  And she was unprepared for Laura dropping to her knees in submission to her son.  What was it they had spoken to each other?  Pretty kitty?  My tamer?  What did that mean?

Laura had no idea who Alan Chisholm was but she instantly recognized Mark as her tamer.  He had been the one who had turned what could have been an awful night into a loving and erotic one.  If she was going to be given away to others, she was glad that it was to Mark.

Mark took Laura’s hands and helped her to her feet.  He wrapped an arm around her waist and led her to his mother whose mouth was gaping wide from the shock.  “Mother, this is Laura, the girl I told you about.  Laura, this is my mother, Ann Chisholm.”

“I’m very pleased to meet you, Mrs. Chisholm,” said Laura as she curtsied.

“V…. v… very nice to m.. m… meet you too, Laura,” stuttered Ann.

“Didn’t I tell you she was beautiful?” exclaimed Mark.

“Yes, you did,” replied Ann as she started to regain her composure.  “She’s lovely.”

Mark grinned from ear to ear.  Even though he was nineteen, he was behaving as if he were a nine year old at the moment.  It was all he could do to keep his hands off of this girl of his dreams.

Alan recognized that his son could barely contain himself.  “Why don’t you take Laura upstairs for a bit, Mark.  We’ll call you for dinner.”

“Oh, good idea,” agreed Mark, readily.  “Come, Laura.”

“Yes, Master,” replied Laura.

“Master?” said Ann softly after they had left.

“Remember, she’s a slave, honey,” replied Alan.  “He is her master for the night.”

“I never would have believed it if I hadn’t seen it for myself.”

“I still find it hard to believe,” agreed Alan.

Laura lost her clothes within seconds of entering Mark’s bedroom.  The next hour was a frantic display of acrobatic and energetic sex as Mark explored her body inside and out.  Alan and Ann remained in the living room and Alan explained the negotiations and discussions with the Chambeaux couple.

“It really is quite remarkable.  To them, owning slaves is perfectly natural.”

“That’s hard to believe in this day and age,” commented Ann.

“I thought so too,” agreed Alan.  “But you have seen the evidence.  That beautiful girl upstairs is a wife and a mother.  And she is a slave who has been given to us for the night.”

“Oh!” exclaimed Alan before his wife could comment.  “And they aren’t alone, apparently.  They host parties for like-minded people who bring their own slaves.  It’s quite remarkable.”

“Remarkable,” agreed Ann.

“We have been invited to their next party,” Alan went on.

“Oh we couldn’t,” objected Ann.  “Could we?”

“I don’t see why not.  They said that we could participate or just observe.  I think it would be fun to participate.”

“Oh we couldn’t,” she said again.  “Could we?”

“Remember how we used to talk about swinging with other couples?  We never did it but we talked about it.  And we wanted to.  This would be like swinging with a theme, I think.”

“They have sex at the parties?” asked an astonished Ann.  “Oh we couldn’t.  Could we?”

“We will even have our own slave for the party.  Monique said that she would be our slave if we accepted.  Don’t you think it would be fun?”

“Oh, we couldn’t,” Ann blushed at the thought of another woman being her slave.  “Could we?”

They continued to discuss the idea and Ann’s protests became weaker and weaker.  In the end, they agreed that they would attend one party to find out more about this lifestyle.

Mark brought Laura down for dinner which again shocked Ann.  Laura was naked other than for a small scarf wrapped around her waist that just barely covered her sex.  Both Ann and Laura blushed deeply as Mark led her into the dining room.

Alan practically drooled throughout the meal.  He found it impossible to keep his eyes off of the perfectly formed breasts and the delicious body.  He tried to imagine the beautiful Monique dressed similarly and his cock became painfully erect in his pants.  He would call Monique tonight and accept the invitation.  Hopefully, Monique would remember her offer to be his slavegirl.

After dinner, Mark announced that his girl would lighten their coffee for them if they wished.  Ann declined, saying that she preferred her coffee black tonight.  She always lightened her coffee.  But tonight, she would have been too embarrassed to have this girl add her mothers milk to her beverage.

Alan quickly accepted the offer, however.  He thought the idea of drinking the milk from this girl’s body was deliciously wicked.  After fumbling around for a bit, trying to figure out the best way to do this, they finally had Laura bend over the table.  Then Alan did his best imitation of a dairy farmer by milking Laura’s breast into his cup.  Laura felt the warmth of the steam wafting upward to her nipple and blushed again at such a humiliating act.  Alan delighted in the feel of the delectable yielding flesh beneath his fingers.

Mark eventually led Laura into the family room where they watched some television together.  Laura was curled up in the teenager’s lap as his hands slowly caressed her body.  He removed the scarf and she remained naked for the rest of the night.

It grew late and Mark said goodnight to his parents.  He took Laura back up to his bedroom where he ravished her two more times.  This time, there was none of the frantic urgency that he had displayed earlier.  The coupling was slow and loving and Laura actually found herself enjoying it.

As soon as Mark went upstairs, Alan hurried Ann into the bedroom.  He had them both naked in mere moments and he pounced on his wife, fucking her as urgently as Mark had done with Laura earlier.  That night, he slept with images of slavegirls dancing through his dreams.

Chapter 7

Ann stood frozen like a deer caught in the headlights.  She stared blankly across the room, unable to move and barely able to focus.  It was not easy to shock her but a series of events over the past twenty minutes had turned her almost comatose.

Alan and Ann had accepted the Chambeaux invitation to the party.  It was a big step for both of them.  Ann had been reluctant but curious.  Alan had also been curious but he was also excited and eager.  Monique had confirmed that she would be their slavegirl for the evening and he could hardly contain himself.

They knocked on the door to the Chambeaux home and Ann received her first shock.  Steve was acting as the butler for the evening and greeted the couple after he opened the door.  Ann’s jaw dropped.

Steve was wearing tails and a bow tie.  But other than that, he was naked except for the highly polished shoes and black knee-high socks.  And his erect cock was pointing directly at Ann.

“Welcome, Master and Mistress,” said Steve politely.  “Please come in.”

Ann seemed to be frozen in place but Alan took her arm and guided her into the house.  Steve closed the door and smiled again.  “May I take your wrap, Mistress?”

Ann involuntarily clutched her shawl around her body as if it were a protective shield.  It was a warm night and she did not need it.  But she had worn it to cover her bare shoulders and for the ride home when it would be cooler.

“Let the butler take your shawl, dear,” said Alan.

Reluctantly, Ann unfurled the shawl and handed it to Steve who hung it neatly in the closet.  She blushed profusely as she realized that she was staring at the butler’s cock.  She kept trying to look elsewhere but her eyes kept gravitating back to the naked pole.  And it was huge!  It was much thicker than Alan’s and she had always considered him to be large.

“Master and Mistress,” said Steve as he turned back to them after hanging the shawl, “if you will follow me, I will take you to a gift that the hosts have arranged for you.  Mistress?” he said as he offered his arm to Ann.  Ann blushed a thousand shades of red but took Steve’s arm and let him lead her down the hallway.  Once again, she kept watching the erect cock as it bounced with each step and Alan followed behind.  Steve led them to a study in a quiet corner of the house.

This was when Ann received her second shock of the night.  The room was dimly lit but a spotlight illuminated a pedestal in the center of the room.  And on the pedestal was a naked woman!  Ann just about jumped out of her skin when she saw that.

Even though she knew that Monique had offered to be their slave for the night, it still took a moment for it to register that this beautiful woman on the pedestal was their hostess.  She was the woman who owned Laura and now she was their slave!  Ann felt herself hyperventilating.

“Good evening, Monique,” said Alan as he stepped toward the pedestal.

“Good evening, Master,” replied Monique as she kept her eyes cast down.

“Monique, I would like you to meet my wife Ann,” he said.  “Ann, this is your slavegirl, Monique.”

Monique raised her eyes and smiled at Ann.  “Good evening, Mistress.”  Monique was pleasantly surprised at what she saw.  Ann was very slender and bordering on being too skinny for Monique’s tastes.  But she was very pretty nonetheless.

“G..g..good evening, Monique,” stammered Ann.  Ann  was blushing furiously at this point.  This was all so unreal to her.  First, the near-naked male and now the completely naked female.  This was like no party she had ever attended before.  At least they were attractive.  The butler was very handsome.  Monique was just downright gorgeous and Ann started to feel self-conscious about her own appearance.

By this point, Alan had stepped next to the pedestal.  Ann received her third shock of the night as she watched her husband reach out and nonchalantly stroke Monique’s breast as he grasped the leash that dangled between the luscious mounds.  He looked so comfortable with the situation that Ann had to wonder if he had done this before.  Ann, herself, certainly did not feel comfortable.

Steve felt his cock twitch as Alan stroked Monique’s breasts.  Despite having the most beautiful and erotic wife imaginable, Steve was always aroused when he was around Monique.  There was something about her that excited him.  He always thought it was her powerful image, but seeing her as a vulnerable slavegirl had the same effect on him.  Maybe it was just her raw sexuality.

While he would have loved to stay and watch, Steve knew that he had other things to attend to.  “Mistress and Master, I will leave you with your slavegirl.  I must return to my duties.”  With that, he clicked his heels very officially and turned toward the door, letting his bobbing and throbbing cock lead him from the room.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” asked Alan as he continued to stroke the succulent breasts.  “And to think, she’s all ours.  Would you care to pet her, dear?”

“N..n..no, thank you,” stuttered Ann.  “But yes, she is beautiful.”

“Come, little one,” instructed Alan as he helped Monique to stand.  “Let us join the party.”

That is when Ann received the shock that put her into a stupor.  They stepped into the great room of the house and Ann nearly fainted.  There were easily a hundred people in the room and easily a third of them were naked!  Some were kneeling and naked.  Some were standing and naked.  A few were bound and naked.  But there were so many naked people!  Ann had never seen that much exposed flesh in her life.

Laura spotted them as they entered the room and alerted her master.  Pierre then led Laura across the room to greet the guests.  “Welcome, welcome,” he smiled.  “I’m so glad you could join us this evening.  Lovely slavegirl you have there.”

“Er… yes, she is lovely,” replied Alan.  “And thank you for inviting us.”  Ann just stood there slack-jawed and gazed off into space.

“What do you have planned for the girl?” asked Pierre.  He reached out and tweaked one of Monique’s nipples, drawing a glare from his wife.

“Oh,” replied Alan.  “I’m not sure what I’ll do.”

“I’m sure you’ll come up with something,” grinned Pierre, making Alan feel somewhat embarrassed.  He knew what he wanted to do to Monique but surely he couldn’t voice it in front of his wife and Monique’s husband.

“I might want to borrow her later,” Pierre continued.  This drew another glare from Monique.  “In the meantime, I’ll introduce Ann around.”  He slipped an arm around Monique’s waist and guided her forward into the crowd.  Ann just mindlessly went where she was led.  “Come, Laura.”

“Master, may this girl make a suggestion?” asked Monique once the other three had left.

“Of course, you may,” he answered.  “What is your suggestion?”

Monique cast her eyes down, trying to look as submissive as possible.  “This girl thinks that her master should fuck her.”

“Oh,” replied Alan, feeling his face blush at what he just heard and feeling at a loss for words for a moment.  Finally, he gathered his wits and replied.  “Splendid idea.  Lead the way.”

“This girl cannot do that, Master,” she said, keeping her eyes down.  Again, Alan was at a loss for words and Monique felt she should help him out.  “Slavegirls never lead, Master.  They follow.  If you will walk toward that door, I will follow you and then show you where we can go.”  She cocked her head and glanced at a door on the far end of the room.  That was all the encouragement that Alan needed and he turned toward the door, tugging on Monique’s leash.

“Would you prefer a bedroom or the dungeon, Master?” she asked after they got through the door.

“Oh my, you have a dungeon?”

“Yes, Master.  A very well equipped dungeon.”

“Perhaps you can show me that later.  I think a bedroom will suffice for now.”

Monique showed him to a guest room and closed and locked the door once they got in.  Then she turned to Alan and cast her eyes down again.  “This girl is yours, Master.  I belong to you.”

“Oh my,” he said again.  “Yes.  Let’s see now.  Where shall we begin?”

“Perhaps you should fuck me, Master.”  Monique figured that getting this intimate act behind them early would let them avoid a lot of clumsiness throughout the evening.  Once he had fucked her, he should have no problem with touching her or even using her again.

“May I help you with your clothes, Master?”

“Yes, please do.”

Monique stepped closer and slowly and seductively took off each article of Alan’s clothing, folding them neatly.  She was pleasantly surprised at what she found underneath.  Alan’s body was trim and muscular.  She had a very handsome master for the evening.  And he had a very respectable cock.  It was probably an inch or two longer than Pierre’s and was straight and narrow.  While Pierre’s cock was like a bludgeon, Alan’s was more like an epee.

“Where would my master like me?” asked Monique.  With this, Alan led her to the bed and then held her for a moment, kissing her.  Then, he surprised her.  She had expected him to take her missionary style on the bed.  Instead, he turned her until she was facing the bed and bent her over until her arms rested on the covers.

“This will do very nicely,” he said as he looked down at the two perfect bottom cheeks.  Then, without saying another word, he moved forward and pushed his cock into her sex.  The cock speared into her fully, giving away how aroused she was and she felt it easily reach her cervix, sending delicious waves of pain through her body.

Alan reached beneath her and grasped the two dangling breasts, giving them a squeeze and using them as handles to control the movement of her body.  She reached between her legs to cup his swaying balls, only to be rewarded by a spank to a bottom cheek.

“Yikes!” she gasped at the surprise.

“You belong to me,” he said.  “I will decide what you do.”

“Yes, Master,” she replied quickly.  This was a surprise.  He seemed to be taking to this role more quickly than she could have hoped.  Maybe he was a natural.

Alan continued to slowly pump in and out of her for over fifteen minutes, squeezing her breasts and toying with her nipples.  Monique kept becoming more and more aroused and desperately needed relief.  She reached won again and started to rub her clit but received another spank, much harsher this time.

“I decide things, girl,” was all he said.  But it was enough to get Monique to quickly retract her hand.  Oh, he is a natural all right, she thought to herself.

After another ten minutes, he slid his hand down her belly and started to rub her clit.  Monique was feverish with lust and almost came.  Right before she slid over the edge, though, he gave her another command.

“Don’t cum until you have permission, pet,” he said as his fingers continued to toy with her inflamed little nubbin.  Monique bit down on her lip trying to get her body back under control.

Alan spanked her several more times, not to punish her but because he liked the sound of his hand striking her smooth flesh.  Each spank further inflamed her arousal and she was thankful when he finally gave her permission to climax.  Her orgasm struck her violently and her whole body tensed and trembled.  She collapsed limply onto the bed and just lay there moaning as Alan emptied his seed into her body.

“Oh, Master,” she cried after they recovered and stood up again.  She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him.  “That was wonderful.  You do own me.  Thank you, Master.”

Alan enjoyed holding her in his arms and had thoroughly enjoyed fucking the deliciously beautiful housewife.  He thought that he might like this lifestyle very much.

Monique helped to dress him again and then they returned to the party.  Pierre smiled as he saw his naked wife being led back on a leash.  He noticed that Alan had bound her wrists behind her back and thought that was a nice touch.  He also saw that Monique had a glow about her and had a just-been-fucked smile on her face.

“I see that someone is enjoying the party,” he said.

Monique’s glow turned into a full-fledged blush at the observation.  “Yes, Master,” she replied to Pierre.  “It is a very nice party.”

Alan noticed that Ann appeared to have settled down.  She had been chatting with Pierre and a few of the other guests when he returned.

“She’s delightful, Ann,” Alan said as he extended his hand, offering Monique’s leash to his wife.  “You should try her.”

“Oh,” replied Ann.  “No thank you.  I think he’s more my speed.”  She held up the end of a leash and stepped aside.  Kneeling behind her was a very naked Steve, complete with a raging erection.

Pierre handed Laura’s leash to Ann and then asked Alan if they could talk privately.  Not knowing what else to do, Alan gave Monique’s leash to his wife, leaving the woman who had been nearly comatose earlier holding leashes for three slaves.

“How is she doing?” Pierre asked with one over Alan’s shoulder as he guided him to a quieter spot.

Alan did not know quite how to reply.  It did not seem appropriate to talk to a man about the sexual skills of his wife.  Pierre sensed Alan’s dilemma and tried to break the ice.

“Oh, I already know she’s a great fuck,” he said.  I just wanted to know if you found her pleasing enough as a slave.”

This had the desired effect on Alan.  “Oh god yes.  I find her very pleasing.  And you are right.  She’s an amazing fuck.”

Pierre grinned.  “Is she behaving?  She can be a bit headstrong.  You have my permission to punish her if need be.”

Alan shook his head.  “I don’t think that will be needed any more.  I think we got things sorted out upstairs.”

“Good man,” said Pierre as he slapped Alan on the back.  “I knew you’d be able to handle her.”

The rest of the evening was a blur of excitement and activity.  Ann did take her boy to a bedroom and squealed as Steve’s massive cock impaled her.  “Oh my god,” she exclaimed to Alan on the drive home, “he was so thick that I thought he’d split me in two.  I don’t know how many times I came.”

Pierre took Laura to the dungeon where he gave a demonstration to a small crowd of guests.  Laura was mounted on a pole with a dildo on top of it.  The height of the pole was adjusted so that she had to stand on tiptoe to keep the top of the dildo from touching her cervix.  And each time it did, she received an electric shock.  She was a whimpering mass by the time her thirty minute ordeal ended but the crowd loved the show.

Alan took Monique to the dungeon where he fastened her to a cross and fucked her again as his teeth raked and bit her defenseless nipples.  All in all, it was a very successful party and Monique invited Ann back for tea the following day.

Chapter 8

By agreement, Ann showed up for training at the Chambeaux home the following week.  She had sworn them all to secrecy because she didn’t want Alan to find out until she knew for sure if this was for her.  This was easy for everyone except Laura.  Twice during the period of Ann’s training, Pierre had loaned Laura to the Chisholms.  One of these loans occurred the day after Ann had spent her day at the house and it happened that on this particular day, Ann had been the dominant over Laura.  It made for an awkward greeting for both but they soon overcame it.

On her first day, she arrived promptly at eight o’clock in the morning.  She was given a box in which to place her clothes and Monique watched as she stripped off everything including all of her jewelry.  Her first day was to be as a submissive to a mistress.  They had agreed upon a safeword and Monique had told her that was her only control.  She could protest and complain all she wanted but nothing would stop the experience other than the time reaching six o’clock in the evening or the use of the safeword.

Monique watched the revealing of her new sub and found herself liking what she saw.  While her initial impressions had been that Ann was too scrawny, seeing her completely naked left a much nicer impression on her.  She had an elegance about her slender form.  She looked aristocratic with her straight posture and sleek lines.  Ann did have the lush full breasts like Laura that Monique loved so much.  But she had nice handfuls that were still very firm and appealing.

“Hands at your sides, girl,” instructed Monique.  Ann had been trying to shelter her modesty and was nervously covering her breasts and sex.  The hands immediately dropped to her sides.

Monique circled Ann, touching her here and there or stroking her flesh.  “You make a lovely slavegirl.”

“Thank you, Monique.”

“It’s Mistress to you.”

“Ooops, sorry.  Thank you, Mistress.”

“You are welcome, pet.”

Monique fastened a collar around the older woman’s neck and then walked her around.  They walked all through the house and then Ann was led outside.  Monique instructed her charge the whole way.  Her objective was to teach Ann things that she needed to learn and to keep changing the environment on her to get her accustomed to shifts.  Outside, they encountered the maintenance man, which caused Ann to balk.  Monique simply tugged on the leash again and explained to the man that she had a new girl in training.

Steve was at the office, as was Pierre.  The two women encountered Laura straightening up around the pool.  “Do you have any questions for Laura, Ann?”

Ann shook her head.  It was so embarrassing to be naked and treated as a slave when this very same girl had been a slave within her own household.  She did notice how stoic and confident Laura appeared to be and she committed to emulate that attitude for the day.

“Come join us when you are finished, Laura,” said Monique as she led Ann onto the lawn.  Monique sat in a chair and then schooled Ann on proper ways to kneel.  Monique really only had three objectives for the day.  First, she wanted to teach Ann the rules.  She would need these regardless of whether she decided to be a top or bottom.  Second, Monique wanted to acclimate Ann to the new lifestyle.  It was all very erotic if done right but it could be shocking and offensive if someone was not prepared for it.  Ann was already experiencing nudity which was part of Monique’s plan.  Throughout the day, she would be introduced to touching, bisexuality, punishments and other assaults on her sensibilities in order to get her used to the sexuality and surprises of the lifestyle.  A little bit of sex; a little bit of pain; a little bit of fear; and a lot of nudity and touching.  She was not planning anything extreme like bestiality.  She would introduce those later.

The third objective was to give Ann some memorable orgasms.  She wanted Ann’s experience to be an enjoyable one.

Laura joined them after finishing her chores on the deck.  “Kneel behind Ann, pet.”

“Yes, Mistress,” replied Laura as she knelt behind the other naked woman.

“Scoot forward, pet,” instructed Monique.  Ann immediately tensed.  “Hold my new pet, Laura.”  Laura reached around the older woman and held her, pulling her back against her body.  Instinctively, Laura’s hands began gliding over Ann’s body and Ann’s discomfort showed in her face.

“Hands on your knees,” advised Monique as Ann raised her hands to try to protect herself.  Reluctantly, she lowered them and rested her palms on her thighs.  Laura continued her gentle caresses, letting her fingertips glide down the silky arms and her palms caress the firm belly.  This continued for quite a time.  After awhile, Ann started to relax and she closed her eyes, surrendering to the experience.  Laura’s hands continued to roam and became bolder.  When they cupped the firm breasts, Ann’s eyes flew open and she looked imploringly at Monique.  Monique just smiled back at her and nodded.  Eventually, Ann’s eyelids fluttered and then closed as she surrendered again to Laura’s enchantment.

Ann’s breathing became heavier as Laura continued to palpate and tease the tender breasts.  Laura let one hand remain at the breasts, toying with them as her other hand glided down Ann’s belly to cup the woman’s sex.  Again, the eyes flew open and again Monique smiled and nodded.

After many minutes of caressing, Ann began to moan softly.  Laura had been surprised that Ann had been so wet when she first touched the soft petals since she assumed that Ann had never been with another woman before and probably had no desire to.  “Let Ann do that, pet.”

“Yes, Mistress,” replied Laura.  Laura withdrew her hand and raised it to Ann’s face.  She had meant to have Ann lick her fingers and clean them but Ann showed no signs of parting her lips.  Instead, Laura simply rubbed a dewy finger back and forth across the other woman’s lips and then returned both hands to the sensitive breasts.

“You may begin now,” instructed Monique.  Imploring eyes once again found Monique but then a hand glided over the damp sex when no reprieve was given.  Ann stroked her labia and blushed as she realized how lewd the act was.  She closed her eyes in shame.

Monique watched Ann’s face intently, only occasionally glancing down to watch the busy fingers.  She wanted to push her student.  She wanted to move Ann far outside of her comfort zone but she wanted the experience to be remembered as exciting and highly erotic.  If this woman was destined to be a slave, she would be an obedient and pleasing one who embraced her slavery proudly.  If she was destined to become a mistress, she would have learned from Monique how to lovingly control a slave.

“”Open your eyes and look at me, little one.”  Monique saw that Ann’s cheeks and chest were already flushed with arousal but saw the cheeks turn a brighter red as Ann was made to look at her mistress while she obscenely toyed with her sex.  Monique wondered if it would be more embarrassing to have Ann finish herself off or to have Laura do it.  She decided to let Ann do it.  If Laura did it, Ann would be able to rationalize that she was innocent and pure but that someone forced an orgasm upon her.  If Ann pushed herself over the edge, It would be a gift to Monique and would symbolically acknowledge Monique’s control.

Monique continued to gaze into Ann’s eyes, penetrating to her very soul.  She owned this woman, if only for a day.  “Cum for me, pet,” she finally commanded.  Instantaneously, Ann’s body convulsed and tensed.  Monique saw her jaw clench and her face tighten, almost as if she were in agony, and saw the firm muscles of her belly quivering.  Laura stopped her loving caresses of the taut breasts and grasped the two stiff nipples, squeezing them and stretching them away from Ann’s chest.

Ann groaned as her nipples erupted in pain, sending more thrills through her already aroused body.  The orgasm peaked and then peaked again and again.  She whimpered and moaned but never took her eyes off of her mistress.  Finally, out of sheer self preservation, her fingers stopped moving.  It had all been so intense.  It could not go on much longer or she was sure she would die.  She collapsed back against Laura, feeling the pillowy breasts of the younger woman flattened against he back.  Laura wrapped her arms around Ann and rocked her before leaning forward, turning the other woman’s head and kissing her.

“What did you learn, little one?” asked Monique after Ann had recovered.

“That I’m a slut.”

Laura had to stifle a giggle at the response.  Monique just smiled and nodded.  “Of course you are a slut.  You are my slut.  What else did you learn?”

“I don’t know, Mistress.”

“Hopefully, you learned that submission is something that is given; not taken from you.  And that control can be achieved without the use of whips and chains.”

“Yes, Mistress.  Thank you.”

The rest of the day continued to stretch and test Ann.  She only once came close to using her safeword and that was early in the afternoon when Monique commanded Laura and her to have sex with each other to entertain her.  She had never done that before and thought that it would be disgusting.  But she persevered and received another intense orgasm.  By mid afternoon, she found her face buried between Monique’s thighs, pleasuring her mistress and silently proclaiming herself to be bisexual.  When Steve got home in the late afternoon, Monique had her ride his massive shaft and there was not even a glimmer of resistance.  She had completely surrendered herself to Monique.

At five thirty, Monique stopped the training and had Ann shower and prepare to go home.  While she was showering, she tried to remember how many orgasms she had that day.  It was hard to count, though.  Did the first one of the day count as one or was it several climaxes?  The same thing happened when she had Steve’s cock deep within her with Monique and Laura as an audience.  If she counted each of those as just one, then she climaxed five times.  It was a highly successful day in her mind.

After Ann left, Monique thought back on the day.  She would let Ann experience life as a dominant in the coming weeks but she was absolutely certain that Ann was a natural submissive.  Ann thought about the day also as she drove home.  It had been wicked and thrilling and humiliating and erotic.  She had loved it.  She could not imagine performing the dominant role and she considered calling Monique to rearrange to upcoming training to focus on her being a submissive.

Wife of the Party

By captv8td

Chapter 9

Trips to Brigitte’s doctor were the only normal thing in Laura’s life.  Laura dressed like any other young mother and was always driven by Monique who looked like an equally normal looking housewife.  Brigitte was declared healthy and progressing fine.

Trips to her own doctor, however, were anything but normal.  Monique had selected a new doctor for her once she became owned.  This doctor was in the Chambeaux circle of friends and attended most of their parties.  She was also dominant, as was her nurse.

The doctor, Rebecca Claring, tested all of the partiers periodically to make sure that nobody introduced any diseases to the group.  Presumably none of them had sex with anyone outside of the group but one could not be too safe about these things.

Monique always scheduled Laura’s appointment for after hours and she was always the only patient in the clinic during her visits.  Currently, she was bound by her wrists and dangling from the ceiling with her toes just off the ground.  And currently, the doctor was conducting a breast exam on the dangling girl.

“Monique, have I ever told you that these are my favorite breasts in the world?” asked Becky as she squeezed and palpated the soft, warm mounds.

“Yes, you have told me that you like them,” replied Monique.  “I’ll bet you say that to all of the slavegirls.”

Laura blushed as, once again, she was being discussed and not included in the conversation as if she were an inanimate object.  She was not sure whya breast exam was necessary on every single visit, especially since Monique brought her here every other month.  She was sure that this was just one more use of her body.

Becky laughed.  “I haven’t, actually.  But even if I had, this time I would be telling the truth.  These are one of a kind… or two of a kind.”  She gave each breast a squeeze.  “They honestly are the two most perfect breasts I have ever seen.”

“Thank you,” replied Monique with a smile.  “I like them.  And as I have told you many times before, you are welcome to borrow them any time you want.”

“I should,” nodded the doctor as she stretched a nipple away from Laura’s chest, squeezing down the length of the elongated breast with her other hand.  “I will… soon.”

The breast exam ended and the nurse came over, attaching a spreader bar to Laura’s ankles before extending it and locking it, leaving Laura’s legs uncomfortably spread widely.  Laura was then lifted to the sound of a motor whirring until her sex was at the level of the doctor’s face.

Becky reached out and ran a finger along Laura’s labia, holding her digit up to inspect it.  “She’s still lubricating nicely, I see.”

“Constantly,” agreed Monique.  “She wakes up in the morning ready to serve and remains that way all day.  It’s’ a precious gift to us.”

The doctor reached out and grasped Laura’s clit hood, pulling it up to expose the little pearl.  “We had talked about removing this on a previous visit.  Have you thought any more about that?”

“It stays,” responded Monique.  “I don’t think that she can afford to be any more aroused than she already is.  She is perfectly responsive to us.”

Laura squirmed a little as the doctor’s fingers touched her sex, sending unwanted thrills through her body.  She listened to the exchange and breathed a sigh of relief at Monique’s answer.

“I see what you mean,” Becky said as she saw the squirming and noticed Laura’s belly starting to quiver.  “In a way, it’s a shame that she is so easily aroused.  She would look divine with her clit on display. Come, look at this.”

Monique stepped closer and Laura glanced down to see the two fully clothed women leaning forward with their faces at the level of her hips and peering at the juncture of her thighs.  The doctor’s fingers kept hold of her little protective hood, occasionally brushing against her sex and sending more thrills through her body.

“I agree that she would look marvelous like that,” said Monique.  Becky had folded the hood away and was covering it with her finger.  Laura’s clit stood exposed and glistened with her dew.  “But how would the poor girl function like that?  I mean, even the slightest breeze would push her over the edge.  As much as I would like it, I’m afraid it’s out of the question.”

“I understand,” nodded Becky.  “It’s such a shame, though.  She’s all worked up right now.  Do you mind if I push her over the edge so we can continue?”

“Go ahead,” said Monique as she returned to her chair.  The doctor leaned forward some more and placed her tongue over Laura’s clit, holding it there motionless for a moment.  The warm contact was almost enough to start the climax and she groaned.  The doctor starting moving her tongue over the little nubbin and had only flicked it twice before Laura gasped.  Her body tensed and a flush spread over her chest as she groaned loudly and then writhed some more.  Becky kept up her assault, extending the orgasm until Laura was gasping for air.  When Becky thought that Laura had climaxed enough to continue the exam, she stopped, leaving the writhing slavegirl dangling from the ceiling.

Rebecca gave the girl a chance to recover and then spun her around.  The nice thing about having a dangling patient was that the doctor did not have to move around to gain access to whatever body part was going to be assessed.  She just grasped the girl’s calf and spun her around until Laura was facing away from her.

The nurse assisted at this point and stood in front of Laura, reaching around the captive girl.  She grasped the shapely bottom cheeks and pried them apart for the doctor to inspect.  She also availed herself of Laura’s charms and scooped her tongue up between the dewy folds, starting Laura on another slow march toward a climax.

Laura felt a finger circling her little rosebud and stroking down the valley between her cheeks.  It returned to her pucker and pressed on one side.

“Does that hurt?” the doctor asked.

Laura winced as she felt a slight jolt of pain.  “A little bit, Mistress.”

“Monique, is the girl used anally much?”

“Not a lot in the overall scheme of things, really,” replied Monique.  “But occasionally, she is taken that way.  Pierre took her bottom two nights ago.”

“Here, I want to show you something.”

Monique got up again and stood beside the doctor.  Becky traced her finger around the little rosebud.  “See the reddening?”

“Yes,” replied Monique.

“It’s irritated.  You can see some chafing on this side.  She must be very tight.”

“Pierre describes her as his velvet vise,” commented Monique.  “She’s apparently very tight.”

Laura continued to listen to this unbelievable conversation.  Two people were looking at her bottom and discussing its use in anal sex.  Having a naked woman strung up to the ceiling would cause most people to gasp.  To these two women, it was simply a topic of conversation.

“We caught it in time.  If she had been used much more, she probably would have torn.  That would definitely reduce her value.  I’m going to apply a little of this salve and I’ll give you a supply to take home with you.  Apply it each day.  Once it’s healed, I’ll give you some plugs that you can use to gradually widen and relax her so she doesn’t become damaged.”  Becky squeezed a little bit of the gel onto her finger, rubbing it around the little pucker and poking her finger into Laura’s bottom, eliciting a gasp from the girl.

“Thank you,” said Monique as she took the tube.  “I’ll make sure it gets applied religiously.”

“That should do the trick.  If not, we have options.  I can give her some injections that will kill some of the nerves… sort of like botox.  Or we can surgically widen her.  I prefer not to do either of those, though, unless absolutely necessary because of the potential side effects.  So use the salve.”

“We will.  We have to protect our property.”

“Have you ever had her appraised?” asked Becky.  “I would imagine she’s worth quite a lot.”

“No,” replied Monique.  “We have received some offers for her but no appraisal.”  Laura felt a chill race down her spine at the new direction of the conversation.  Someone had offered to buy her?  This was the first she had heard about that.

“How much?” asked Becky.  “If you don’t mind my asking.”

“The latest one was for one and a half million,” said Monique.  Laura gasped at that news.  “That was for both of them.”

“Well I knew she would be out of my price range,” said Becky.  “But I think that she alone would fetch three or four times that amount.  She would appeal to most owners because of her beauty.  But she would probably fetch the highest prices from the specialty collectors.  She is lactating, which is highly prized by many.  And she has already proven to be fertile, which would appeal to anyone looking for a breeder.”

“Could be,” replied Monique.  “But I can’t imagine us selling her.  Or either of them, for that matter.”  Laura breathed a sigh of relief.

“What are your plans for her breasts?” the doctor asked.

“I’m not sure what you mean,” answered Monique.  “We plan to keep them, of course.”

Becky laughed.  “That’s not what I meant.  I meant, do you intend to keep her lactating even after she weans her daughter?”

“We would love to,” replied Monique.  “We all enjoy feeding from her.  Especially Pierre.  He’s such a baby about his warm milk.  But that’s a lot of work to keep her lactating.  Even with three of us, I’m not sure we would be able to drink enough once Brigitte stops feeding.  And expressing is so time consuming.”

“I have something that will help.  It’s a new therapy and it will provide you with milk for many years.  Jane, move her to the table.”  The nurse went to the wall and pushed a couple of buttons.  The motor whirred and Laura glided through the air until she was over the table.  Jane hit another button and the naked woman descended.  The doctor positioned Laura as she was lowered until she was lying on her back.  Her hands were released from the chain but remained bound together by the cuffs.  Jane came over to the table and fastened the cuffs to a hook at the end of the table.

“Jane, would you set up the SuperLac for us?”

Jane looked at Laura with an evil grin.  “Sure will, doc,” replied the nurse.  Laura wasn’t sure what to expect but she knew it wouldn’t be good.  Besides being a dominant, Jane also had a sadistic streak running through her.  The look on Jane’s face was enough to tell Laura that she was in for a rough time.

Jane wheeled the machine over and picked up two harnesses of wires, laying them on Laura’s belly until they were needed.  She took a sheet with pieces of tape on it and peeled off one piece at a time, applying them to the base of Laura’s left breast until they created a circular pattern around the beautiful mound.  Once she finished that, she repeated placing the tapes around the base of the right breast.  The wires in the harnesses had alligator clamps and these were each attached to a piece of tape.  Jane used one harness per breast.  Then the other ends of the wires were plugged into the machine.

“This machine uses electricity to stimulate the milk ducts,” explained Jane.  “It was developed to help mothers who do not naturally start lactating.  But it was discovered that it can easily extend lactation for many years.”

“I see,” smiled Monique.  “This might provide the answer we were looking for.”

Jane picked up a long narrow box and held it up for the doctor.

“You can have the honors, Jane.”  That same evil grin appeared on the nurse’s face and Laura bit her lower lip nervously.  Jane reached into the box and withdrew a long slender needle, sending panic through Laura’s body.

“The key to this is to create a good current,” said Rebecca.  “The needle is one electrode and the connections at the base of the breasts are the other.”

Jane wiped Laura’s left nipple with disinfectant and then positioned the tip of the needle in the center of it.  Laura watched with horror at what was about to happen to her.  She felt the needle touch her sensitive bud and winced at the sudden pain.  Then, with even more horror in her eyes, she watched as Jane pushed down on the needle and, inch by inch, it pierced the beautiful mound.

“Arrggghhh,” grunted Laura.  Sharp jolts of pain radiated through her breast with each step of the piercing.  Jane finally embedded the needle to her satisfaction and then released it, leaving the end sticking out of Laura by about two inches.  The sharp pain stopped and she was left with only a dull throbbing and the sight of a foreign object sticking out of her body as a reminder of the ordeal.

Jane moved to the other side of the table and panic once again rushed through Laura’s bound form.  She knew that her other breast was about to be similarly tortured.  Jane flicked the sensitive little bud to stiffen it and then dabbed it with disinfectant.  She positioned the needle and started pushing it in place.

Laura grunted again as the pain started and Jane kept her eyes on the slavegirl’s face, enjoying the sights and sounds of agony.  Once Jane was satisfied with her work, she stopped pushing and attached two final alligator clips to the ends of the needles.

“Now we just turn it on and let it do its work,” said Becky.  “I think you’ll like this.”

Jane flipped the switch and Laura’s body arched and tensed as she shrieked.  It felt like millions of stabs of pain were piercing through her breasts.  She shrieked again and thrashed about on the table as best she could with her bindings, trying to knock the horrid things off of her.  Then the pain stopped and she lay back on the table coated with perspiration and gasping for air.

“That was quite a show,” smiled Monique.

“Yes, I enjoyed it too,” agreed Rebecca.  “Once a month with this thing and you’ll never have to buy another gallon of milk.  It really works well.”

Laura screamed again and arched above the table, thrashing about.  The machine had come alive again and was sending more searing pain through her captive body.

“Oh, I thought it was al over,” said Monique as she saw her slavegirl practically leap into the air.

“Oh no,” replied Becky.  “We have thirty minutes yet to go.”  Laura groaned as she heard the words.  She was sure that she would be dead if she had to endure this agony for that long.”

“In that case, I want her to have an orgasm.”  Monique leaned over and whispered to Rebecca, telling her how she had conditioned Laura to equate pleasure with pain.  Jane was assigned the task, which she readily jumped at.  Using her tongue and various fingers, she worked on Laura’s sex and pushed her to three orgasms as the girl felt as if her breasts were being burned off of her chest.

“These would be good for punishments, too,” observed Monique. “I might have to get one of these for the house.”  The machine had stopped and Laura just laid on the table, sweating and whimpering.  She heard Monique’s words and shuddered.

“They’re expensive but you could do that,” replied Becky.  “She’ll need the treatment at least once a month but there’s no downside to doing it more frequently.  Jane can help you learn how to set it up.”

After Laura recovered, she received her pelvic exam.  Much of this was standard but Becky introduced a variation.  After completing her examination with the speculum, she wormed her fingers into Laura’s highly aroused sex until her entire hand was lodged in the girl’s body.  Then she conducted her “manual exam.”

All in all, the visit lasted two hours and Laura was exhausted by the end of it.  Jane had been tabulating the results and announced that Laura had seven orgasms during her physical exam.  “That might be a record,” commented Becky.  “You are very lucky to own her, Monique.”

Wife of the Party

by captv8td

Chapter 10

Katherine arrived home for the weekend and decided to take Laura for a run.  Laura loved to run and Monique usually made time in each day for Laura to get her exercise.  Running with Katherine was always a challenge, though.  Katherine always had her run naked.  The forest bordering the estate didn’t usually have anyone in it but occasionally they happened upon other people.  This was always very embarrassing for Laura.  Also, the frantic movement of her breasts made it uncomfortable.  It was bad before Brigitte when her chest was a 36C.  Now that she was a 38D, it was worse.

Katherine surprised Laura shortly before they departed for their jog through the woods.  “I learned the most amazing thing,” explained Katherine.  “Some people train their subs to be ponies.  I think you would be a beautiful pony.”

Laura blinked.  “A pony, Mistress?  What’s that?”

“You know.  A pony.  A horse.  You would still be a girl.  You will always be my girl.  But I will train you to race or do dressage or something like that.  Here, I even got you a tail.”

Laura gasped at what Katherine was holding out to her.  It was clearly a butt plug.  Laura had worn those enough times to know what they looked like.  But this one had hair sprouting from one end.  The long blonde hair closely resembled Laura’s own and she quickly realized what Katherine had in mind.

“Oh Mistress, please no.”

“Oh, it won’t hurt.  Don’t be a ninny.  Just turn around and let me put it in.”

Laura blushed furiously at the new indignity.  She knew that it would end up in her butt one way or another so she turned around and obediently bent over, exposing her defenseless little pucker to her owner.

Katherine dipped her finger into a jar of lubricant and rubbed it over the plug.  Then she rubbed it around Laura’s little rosebud before sliding a finger into her girl to lubricate her there also.  She placed the tip at the opening and pushed it slowly into Laura until it was fully embedded.

“It looks adorable,” grinned Katherine.  “Walk around and let me see how it works.”  Laura bit her lower lip and walked back and forth for Katherine.  She felt it move inside of her and knew that it would be very distracting during the run.  She also felt the tail brushing back and forth across the backs of her legs and felt her blush return.

For one last indignity, Katherine bound Laura’s elbows behind her back.  Katherine was the only one in the family who consistently used bondage.  Pierre or Monique would occasionally bind Laura or her husband, but Katherine seemed to be fascinated by the way that a simple piece of rope or steel could mold a female form.  She didn’t tie up Steve; just Laura.

“Mistress, I don’t know if I can run like this,” complained Laura.  Her shoulders ached terribly with the strain of having her elbows pulled together.

“Oh, sure you can, pet.  We’ll go slow.”

They started off together, running side by side toward the path at the back of the estate.  Laura’s breasts immediately became animated and bounced wildly on her chest.  Despite their firmness, they still moved and jumped.  Laura was thankful her breasts were so firm or they probably would knock her out.  She wondered how firm they would stay if she ran like this often.

“Oooooo,” squealed Katherine as she watched the bouncing orbs.  “Looks like Brigitte is going to get a milk shake tonight.”  Laura was not amused by the joke but knew better than to say anything.  She just kept running and tried to ignore the wild motions.

They reached the lake, which Laura knew usually meant the halfway point.  They would circle the lake and then head back.  It was a pretty run.  They had run through a pine forest and over some streams.  Now they were running through the boulder-strewn fields that surrounded the lake.  Sometimes, Katherine would stop here to either rest or to have sex with her girl but today she just kept tromping ahead.

They were passing between two boulders when it happened.  Laura felt her shin hit something and she went down, landing painfully on her shoulder.  When she looked around, she saw that Katherine had fallen also.  Then she saw four boys jump down from the boulders next to the prone forms.

“This one’s already tied up,” exclaimed one of the boys.  “Let’s get the other one.”  All four of them descended on Katherine who had been struggling to get back on her feet.  They knocked her back down and all of them sat on her to hold her there.  While she continued to struggle, someone produced a piece of rope and, with some difficulty, they bound her wrists behind her back.

“Get off of me, you brats!” screeched Katherine.

“We aren’t brats,” one of the boys replied.  “We’re commandos and we just captured two enemy spies.”  Laura was able to role onto her side to see what was going on but there was no way that she could get to her feet with her elbows bound together.  She was able, however, to see what had tripped her.  It seemed that they boys had strung a rope across the trail to deliberately trip and capture them.  Laura couldn’t tell how old they were but figured that they were in their mid teens.  However old they were, they were obviously strong enough to handle Katherine.

Two of them grabbed her arms and hoisted her to her feet and the other two moved to Laura.  It was more difficult to raise her because of the way she was bound but they were able to get her to her feet without too much trouble.

“Why is she naked?” asked one of the boys to Katherine.

Katherine decided to change her approach with the boys.  Yelling at them certainly hadn’t helped out her situation.  Maybe something different would work.  “She’s the enemy spy.  I’m on your side.  I captured her and was taking her to headquarters.”

“Oh,” said the one who appeared to be the leader with a puzzled look on his face.  He didn’t know that he had any girls on his side.  “I guess we better release her, then,” he said to his commando buddies.

“Wait!  Don’t!” shouted one of the boys.  “It’s a trick!  I saw this in a movie once.”

“You saw a naked girl in a movie?” asked the leader incredulously.

“No.  I saw the trick.  One acts like a guard and the other acts like a prisoner until they get inside the fort and then they kill everyone.”

“Ohhhhhhh” said the leader as recognition spread across his face.  “Pretty tricky,” he said as he turned back to Katherine.  “Take them to the cave.” 

”Wait!” protested Katherine.  “You can’t do this.  This is kidnapping!”

“Nah,” responded one of the younger boys.  “This is just commando training.”

“Why does this one have a tail?” asked the youngest boy.  “Oh my gosh!!!  It’s stuck in her butt!!”  That halted the procession and all of the boys gathered around Laura.

“You never told us why she’s naked,” said the leader.  “And why does she have a tail?”

“She’s naked because I like her that way,” replied Katherine.  “And she has a tail because I think she would be a beautiful pony.”

The leader shook his head and then the other boys shook their heads too, not believing the story again.  The girls were prodded and started walking once again toward wherever the boys were taking them.

“Wait!” exclaimed one of the boys, causing the procession to stop.  “Are you two lesbos or something?”

“Don’t be gross,” spat Katherine.  “We are nothing of the kind.”

“I am married if that makes you feel better,” offered Laura.

“Well, that’s good,” replied the boy.  “Commandos don’t like lesbos.”

“Rope ‘em and take them to the cave,” the leader repeated.  Each girl had a rope tied loosely around her neck and then they were led off across the field by the miniature warriors.  Laura was neither in the mood nor position to struggle.  She followed behind obediently.  Katherine kept struggling and fell twice due to her wild antics.  The boys merely helped her to her feet and continued their journey.

It only took about five minutes to reach their destination.  The cave was more of an overhang with sides.  It was like a huge box with one side open.  Laura saw that it had been used by the boys earlier.  A couple of backpacks lay in one corner and candy wrappers were strewn about.

“Tie them to the posts until we get a chance to interrogate them.”  The posts were actually vines that seemed to be rooted in the floor of the cave and then grew upward, along the ceiling of the cave, and then out into the sunlight.  There were three of them and each was as big around as Laura’s thighs.  Laura was backed up to one of the vines.  A rope was wrapped around her waist to secure her to it and then her elbows were released only to have her arms pulled behind the vine and her wrists retied.  At least the strain was off of her shoulders.  Now if they would only remove that infernal plug.

“This one’s awfully pretty,” said one of her captors.  Laura just shook her head in disbelief.

They gathered around Katherine who was still struggling.  “We can either do this the easy way or the hard way,” said one of the boys who had heard that line in some movie or television show.

“Let me go!” shrieked Katherine and she started jerking on her bindings again.

“I think we should strip her first,” said a boy.

“Yeah, I heard they always do that before they interrogate someone,” agreed another boy.

“Don’t you dare!” warned Katherine as she glared at the boys.  “Don’t even think about it!”

They backed her up to the vine and wrapped rope around her waist, securing her tightly to it.  Two of the boys crouched down and slid her shorts and panties down despite Katherine’s protests and her pressing her legs together to make it hard for them.  But they got them off and then took off her shoes, leaving her naked but for her running bra.

“Better take off the other one’s shoes too so she doesn’t try to run away.”  One of the boys returned to Laura and quickly took off the only articles of clothing she had worn all day, leaving her completely naked.

They had trouble with Katherine’s top.  They released her arms now that she was securely tied to the vine and she started flailing them wildly.  Two of the boys finally grabbed her wrists while a third pushed the top up.  They couldn’t get it above her shoulders, though.  Her breasts were exposed but the top couldn’t be raised any further because Katherine was struggling so hard.

“Here, I’ll cut it off,” said a boy who fished around in his pocket and then produced a knife.  Katherine looked at it in horror and realized they were serious.  She would have nothing to wear once they got free if her top was cut.

“No wait!  You can take it off.”  She stopped struggling and they quickly pulled it up and over her head, leaving her as completely naked as Laura.  They gathered her wrists and then tied them behind the vine.

“This one’s awfully pretty too,” observed the same boy.

“Okay.  What do we do now?” asked one of the boys.  All of them looked at one another with confused expressions.

“Beats me,” said one of the captors.

“We could torture them?” said another one as almost a question.  “Maybe we could get them to talk.”

“I think we play with them,” said another.  “They’ve got great knockers.”

“Knockers?” uttered the smallest one of the gang.  “Play with them?”

“Yeah.  Knockers.  You know.  Hooters, boobies, titties.”  He grabbed one of Katherine’s breasts and squeezed for emphasis.

“Oh,” blushed the small one.

Laura was starting to get worried.  It was obvious that these boys were too young to be around two grown females.  Laura didn’t want to have anything to do with the corrupting of young minds.  But she also wasn’t in any kind of position to make demands.

Plus, she remembered the time that they had encountered two other teenagers on a run.  They had been older than this bunch but not old enough.  And Katherine had volunteered her to give them blowjobs in exchange for them keeping their meeting secret.  She hoped that Katherine didn’t get any bright ideas like that today.

At least Katherine had settled down and wasn’t likely to anger or provoke the boys.  It seemed that being naked and bound had taken the fight out of her mistress.  She knew from experience how vulnerable it makes you feel and wondered if that was going through Katherine’s mind now.

The boy who had been admiring the two pairs of breasts wandered back over to Laura.  He reached out and touched one of the full breasts.  “You really are very pretty.”

Laura thought about snarling at him but decided to reason with him instead.  “You really should let us go.  What you and your friends are doing is illegal, you know.”

He seemed to enjoy the touch so much that he placed his hand flat over the delicious breast and squeezed.  “Awww, we aren’t going to keep you.  We’re just playing a game.”

“Yes, I know,” she responded as she glanced down and saw him holding her breast.  “But we weren’t part of the game.”

“What kind of game were you playing?”  Now each hand claimed a breast and he jiggled them, enjoying his first touch of a woman.

“Game?  We weren’t playing a game.  We were just running.”

The boy became fascinated with Laura’s nipples and he ran his fingers around them, causing them to stiffen.  Then he gripped them lightly and tugged and twisted on them.  “Then why were you naked?  And why do you have a tail?”  He stretched one and then the other nipple away from her body.

“Oh,” she blushed.  How would she explain that?  I’m a slave?  I’m an exhibitionist?  I lost my clothes in a bet?  “Well, I suppose it was a game, after all.  But it was a different game.”

“Well, I want to play your game.  I love these boobies.”

Laura rolled her eyes.  It was clear that reasoning would be difficult.  She glanced across the cave to see how Katherine was making out.  Things did not look good at all.  Two boys were at her breasts, squeezing them and biting them and sucking on the sensitive nipples.  The older boy must have read a book or seen a movie with sex in it.  He had a finger pushed inside of her and was sawing it slowly in and out.  “This could be a very long afternoon,” thought Laura.

Eventually, another boy came over to Laura so each girl now had two captors tending them.  The second boy decided to try what he had seen the older boy do to Katherine.  It took a little fumbling around but eventually he figured out how a vagina worked and he slid a finger into Laura.  Laura groaned but mostly because she was so disgusted with herself.  She should not be aroused at all in this situation.  And yet, the finger easily glided into her sex giving proof to how wet she was.

Laura heard Katherine groan and the boys jumped back from her, afraid that they had hurt her.  Seeing the strain on her face and the quivering muscles of Katherine’s belly, Laura knew that her mistress had just experienced an orgasm.  Laura knew that she would not be happy about that.  The boys finally realized that they had done no harm and resumed their exploration of Katherine’s heavenly curves.  “She does look so damned sexy when she climaxes,” thought Laura.

“Why don’t you have any hair down here?” asked the boy with his finger buried in Laura’s sex.

“Because I shave it,” replied Laura, feeling the digit worming around inside her body.

“Why do you shave it?  She has hair.”

“I shave it because some people like it that way.”

“Like who?”

“Like her.  She likes me smooth down there.”

“Oh.  Then you two really are lesbos!”

“No,” replied Laura.  “I told you earlier that I’m married.  She’s just my friend.”

The interrogation continued for quite some time.  The boy studied Laura’s reactions to his manipulation of her sex and learned what worked and what didn’t.  He started doing more of what worked and started moving her toward a climax.  In the meantime, the first boy who had come to her had continued his studies of the female breast and had discovered that Laura was lactating.  It didn’t take him long to clamp his lips around her nipples and start suckling, which did nothing to help Laura avoid an orgasm.  Eventually, she couldn’t hold back any longer and she exploded into a climax.

“Wow, that was fun!” said the boy with the finger.  “Let’s do it again.”

“Yeah,” said the boy with the lips.  “I love playing with girls.”

The boys continued to play and experiment with their new toys.  They delighted in the control they had over these two women.  Their fingers could cause the women to moan and plead and beg.  Their lips could elicit gasps and groans as they suckled on the firm, full breasts.

Laura’s original admirer stuck with her the entire time.  He was infatuated with her.  The other three boys moved back and forth between the two girls so that there were always two boys with each.  There always seemed to be a finger probing and there were always hands or lips claiming breasts.

The afternoon became a blur for both women as orgasm after orgasm wracked their bodies.  Finally, the assaults stopped and they each tentatively opened their eyes.  The day had turned into night.  That meant that they had been captive for over eight hours by these four youths.  Laura saw one of them packing his backpack.

“You’re not going to leave us here, are you?” she asked desperately.

“Nah,” he replied.  “We’re going to let you go.  It was fun, though.  You were good sports.  Thanks for being our spies.”

Laura didn’t know how to respond so she remained silent.  Each of the girls had their wrists untied and then tied again behind their backs.  This time, their arms weren’t around the thick vines, though.  Finally the ropes around their waists were undone and they could finally move about again.

Katherine was given her clothes back.  One of the boys had her open her mouth and he stuffed the edge of each garment into her mouth, letting her bite down on them to carry them.  Their socks were stuffed into their shoes and then the shoes were tied together and draped over their shoulders.  They now had everything that they came with, even if they weren’t wearing them.

The boys headed out of the cave and Laura and Katherine followed them, anxious to get out of their prison.  Then the boys headed off into the darkness in a single file with huge smiles on their faces.

Laura and Katherine looked around.  Not only was it dark, it was pitch black.  The clouds covered the moon and stars, leaving them in an inky darkness.  Katherine spit her clothes out of her mouth.

“Wait!  Come back!”

The flashlights changed directions and, one by one,” the boys reappeared at the mouth of the cave.  “What?”

“You can’t leave us here,” she implored.  “We’ll never find our way home.  We’ll get lost.  And we are defenseless the way you have us tied.”

“Hmmm,” said the leader of the group.  “We could take you to your home.”

“Yes.  That would be great.”  Then Katherine gave them the location of her house.

“We’ll take you home on one condition,” said the leader.

“What’s that?” asked Katherine warily.

“You get to go home tonight if you promise to come back tomorrow.  We want to try to capture you again.”

There was a lot of bickering back and forth but, in the end, Katherine relented.  She knew that they would get hopelessly lost in the dark.  Besides, it was starting to get chilly.

The boys marched their captives back to the lake and then through the pine forest.  They took them all the way to where the trail opened up onto the Chambeaux lawn.  Then they tucked Katherine’s clothes under her arm to let her carry them the rest of the way.

“Remember,” said one of the boys.  “A promise is a promise.”

“Yes, I know all about promises,” said Katherine.  The boys then disappeared into the darkness to let the two naked captives finish the journey on their own.

“They got quite a sex education today,” commented Katherine as they crossed the lawn together.

“Yeah.  They ought to ace female anatomy when they get to it in school,” replied Laura.  “I can’t believe we’re going to do it again tomorrow.”

“Oh, we’re not,” said Katherine.

“But you promised,” responded Laura.  A debate ensued.

“Do you want to go back?” asked Katherine after they had argued for a bit.

“No,” said Laura.  “But you promised.”

“I didn’t mean it.”

“Then you shouldn’t have promised.”

Laura banged her forehead on the door to get someone’s attention when they got to the house.  Pierre opened it and grinned when he saw his two girls standing there, naked with their arms bound behind them.

“My, my.  This should be an interesting story,” he said as he stood aside to let them enter.

“I don’t even want to talk about it,” snapped Katherine.  “Come, Laura.”  The two naked girls disappeared up the stairs together.

The next day, they started their run at the same time.  Even though Laura had no desire to go back and further corrupt the boys, she felt honor bound to uphold Katherine’s promise.  She succeeded in shaming her mistress into upholding her end of the promise.  That had taken quite a lot of arguing back and forth between mistress and slave, but the slavegirl had been persistent.  In the end, the mistress wanted to punish the slave, but couldn’t bring herself to do so since Laura was in the right.

Both girls were dressed for this run and there were no bindings at all on Laura.  That had been Katherine’s decision but came out of the bickering after Katherine started to lose the argument.

“Those little shits will probably have all of their friends with them,” Katherine complained.

“Then you should have made them promise not to tell anyone,” countered Laura.  Katherine was infuriated that Laura was always right, but did not punish her slave since she was indeed right.

They ran through the forest and Laura loved the freedom of movement that she had.  This was much more like the exercise that she was used to.  She also appreciated not having her breasts flailing about on her chest.

They approached the spot where they had been captured the day before.  Katherine had finally agreed to come back after Laura had relentlessly guilted her into it but she agreed on the condition that they hop over the rope this time.

“We agreed to let them try to capture us.  We didn’t agree to be captured,” she had explained.  “We’ll be there but we don’t have to let them capture us.”

“That’s fair,” Laura had agreed.

When they got closer to the spot, they saw the rope.  Through prior agreement, they both effortlessly hopped over it and Katherine smiled smugly.

About five yards further on, though, they both fell to the ground.  The boys had set up a second rope to fell their prey.

“We figured you’d do that,” reported one of the boys as they claimed their prizes.  As soon as they fell, the four boys appeared out of nowhere and were upon the two girls.  This time, they were both stripped on the spot and then bound and marched off to the cave.

After they were secured to their respective vines, Laura decided to play along with their game.  “Oh, I can’t bear the thought of torture!  I confess!  We blew up the train station.  We stole your battle plans.  We assassinated your general.”

“Oh,” said one of the boys.  “We’re not commandos today.”

“What are you,” asked Katherine.

“Pirates,” said another boy.

Laura learned the boys’ names, although she could not keep them straight.  Her constant admirer from the day before was Robbie and she knew him.  The others were Jack, Tom and Ronnie but she never really figured out which name went with which boy.  They did not bring any friends or others as Katherine had feared.  So once again, two naked girls were held captive by four curious teenage boys.

The day progressed much like the day before.  It seemed that there was constantly a finger inside each of the women and they were either on the edge of an orgasm or recovering from one throughout most of the afternoon.

One new twist was bananas.  One of the boys produced two bananas and they were immediately buried in two feminine tunnels.  Now the boys could use them to bring the girls to orgasm by moving the fruit in and out of them and could reach deeper than they could with their fingers.  They also discovered the girls’ clits and toyed with these with great pleasure as the girls writhed in their bondage and moaned.

The boys continued their fascination with breasts.  All four breasts were equally fondled, squeezed, pinched and sucked.  The night before, Laura had heated up formula for Brigitte since she had been so thoroughly drained by the four hungry mouths.  It looked like Brigitte would be dining on formula again tonight.  Even Katherine’s breasts, which were not even lactating, were suckled and feasted upon by the boys.  It was all such great fun for them.

It grew dark and, once again, the boys led the girls through the night to the Chambeaux home after extracting another promise to return the next Saturday.  And once again, the two girls walked naked with their hands tied behind their backs across the expansive lawn toward the house.

“I’m surprised they didn’t fuck us,” remarked Laura as they walked side by side.

“I doubt that they even know what fucking is,” replied Katherine.  “And I’m not about to bring it up.”

They walked a little further before Katherine spoke again.  “Indians?  Jeeessshhh!!!”

Katherine could kick herself for her weakness or stupidity or both.  She had vowed that she would not make another promise but she had failed herself.  And she knew that Laura wouldn’t let her break her promise.

The boys had said that they were going to be cowboys the next weekend and that she and Laura were going to be Indians.  They also said that they were going to be camping out and asked if the two girls could spend the night.

Maybe she was weak, thought Katherine.  Or maybe it was just because the boys were so cute and she didn’t want to hurt their feelings.  Or maybe, she thought, it was because deep inside she really enjoyed being held captive and sexually tormented.  No, it couldn’t be that.

Once again, Pierre opened the door and grinned.  “I’m not even going to ask,” was all he said.  He untied their hands and watched the two naked girls as they disappeared upstairs together.

Wife of the Party

by captv8td

Chapter 11

For the period of four weeks, Ann continued her training.  During the second week, Ann was to be a dominant to a male slave.  Pierre had instructed Steve to say home instead of coming to the office and Ann was his mistress for the day.  By noon, Monique was so frustrated that she wanted to tie Ann to a post and whip her.  She was not dominant at all and only seemed to want to have sex with the male slave.  By early afternoon, Steve had climaxed so many times that he couldn’t even stay erect.  Monique called off the training for the day at that point.

The following week, Laura was Ann’s slave.  Ann did a little better with the docile female but it was clear that her heart was not in it.  It was another short day.

On the fourth week, Pierre stayed home and Ann was his slave for the day.  She flourished under his control and seemed to be very content in her role as his submissive.  There was no sex.  Instead, Pierre used a combination of praise and punishment to mold her to his will.

Training was ended at four o’clock.  Pierre and Monique met with Ann after she had showered and dressed to return home.  They asked her for her reaction to the four sessions.  She did not hesitate to say that she was not dominant and that she was very comfortable as a sub.  Although the stretching of her limits had been uncomfortable, she thrilled at being so controlled.  The next party was coming up in a week and a half and she agreed that she should attend as Pierre’s sub.  Monique was already going to be attending as Alan’s slave again, so she would not be available to dominate Ann.

“You have done well, little one,” smiled Monique as she touched Ann’s cheek and kissed her.  Ann did not even flinch as the feminine lips sought out her own.  “You are going to be the life of the party.”

“The wife of the party,” corrected Pierre.  “This will be a side of you that Pierre has never seen.  He will be very proud of you.”

Ann blushed at the praise.  “Thank you, Mistress.  Thank you, Master.  What should I wear to the party?”

“Be here by four on that Saturday.  Wear whatever you like.  We will have Laura prepare you and we will provide your outfit for the night.”

“Yes, Mistress.  Thank you again for all that you have done for me.”

Chapter 12

A week went by since Katherine and Laura were captured and held by the commandos.  But they were due to meet their captors again due to Katherine’s foolish promise.  On Saturday morning, Laura went outside and fashioned two bows for them.  They were actually just two sticks that were bowed into an arc by string tied between the two ends.  They would never have been able to actually shoot an arrow but they would be adequate props for the afternoon’s play.  She left them by the trail that led into the forest.

At the normal time, Laura and Katherine donned their running gear and headed out, after Katherine told her mother that they would not be back until then next day.  Monique had asked questions but Katherine just held her hand up as if to say, don’t ask.

They were fully clothed again for this run and they retrieved their bows as they slipped into the forest.  They each wore a fanny pack and they had moccasins on instead of     running shoes.  They followed the trail through the woods, running to get in their exercise.  Then, before they emerged from the forest into the field surrounding the lake, they stopped.

They had discussed their plan in the morning.  They were going to play along as best they could with the boys.  The foursome had turned out to be good kids and neither of the women wanted to hurt their feelings although neither one of them especially wanted to be doing anything at all.  They knew that what they were doing was wrong but, again, Katherine had promised the previous Sunday.  “At least it’s not more wrong,” Katherine had reasoned.  “Once you do something wrong, it doesn’t make it worse by doing it again.”  Laura was not sure that she bought into that logic but she did feel bound by Katherine’s promise.  And Katherine agreed to try very hard not to repeat her promise in the future.

They emptied their fanny packs and then stripped off their clothes, stuffing them into their packs.  Then they worked on the rest of their costumes.  They each had a belt which they wrapped around their heads to look like Indian headdresses.  Each stuck a feather into her headband.  A leather thong was tied around each waist to drape across their hips and small strips of leather hung down from the thong in front and back to create respectable looking loin cloths.

Then came the war paint.  Katherine had a supply of body paint from when she was younger.  They opened the lids and turned themselves into warriors.  Laura painted Katherine.  Three different colored stripes slanted across each cheek.  A black horizontal line streaked across her forehead.  A gold lightning bolt angled across her chest between her breasts.  A red band of paint circled her left thigh.  And the two nipples were coated with strawberry flavored red lip gloss.  She was quite a sight.

Katherine repeated the actions on Laura, giving her a different but equally realistic decorations.  The left half of her face was covered in black paint.  A blue band circled her right upper arm.  Her breasts were painted entirely in black paint, leaving only her nipples uncoated.  Finally, a red line was painted straight down from between her breasts to just above her sex.  Katherine finished off the look by painting a little arrowhead at the bottom of the red line.

“Hey, what’s the arrow all about?” asked Laura after she looked down at herself.

“I just wanted to point them in the right direction,” giggled Katherine.  Then they started off across the field with bows in hand, two near-naked Indian girls on a hunt.

The capture happened quickly.  The boys were waiting in a different spot and used a different method but they still subdued the huntresses without much difficulty.  A net was thrown over each of them and they were bundled in the nets until the boys could satisfactorily bind their wrists.  And then it was off to the cave again.

“I think we should scalp them,” said one of the boys after they had been secured to their vines.  “Just like they do to our people.”

“This one’s already been scalped,” commented Robbie as he lifted Laura’s loincloth and ran his palm over her denuded sex.

“Then let’s scalp the other one,” the first boy replied.

“Now wait a minute!” protested Katherine.  “You can’t do that!”

The boy clamped his teeth down on Katherine’s nipple just enough to hold it and nodded his head up and down quickly, shaking Katherine’s breast.  “Oh yes we can.  You belong to us now.  Hey, that nipple tastes great.  Guys, she has cherry flavored nipples.”

“I think it’s strawberry,” corrected Katherine as two sets of lips devoured her nipples and sucked off all of the gloss.  She continued to protest her “scalping” after the boys finished with their meal of sweet nipple but it became apparent that this was all part of their original plan when one boy produced a bar of soap and a razor from his backpack.  Once she realized that her fate was sealed, she started trying to negotiate for safety.

“Have you ever used one of those?”

“No,” was the reply, “but I watched my dad use it.”

“You could hurt me with it.”

“I’ll be careful.”

“Could Laura do it?”  In the end, it was agreed that Laura would do the shaving.  A boy wet the soap with water from his canteen and then started rubbing it into Katherine’s pubic hair.  After several dousings, a thick lather coated her mound and Laura proceeded to denude her mistress.  Soon, Katherine was wearing the same unadorned look that she so much liked in her slaves.

Laura was tied back to her post and, after several orgasms, the girls were untied and then retied with their fronts to the vines.  “Whip them,” ordered the leader.  “Maybe that will teach them not to steal from us.”

Both girls felt chills run down their spines at the talk of whipping.  This was going too far.  But the whips turned out to be lengths of rope that were lashed across their backs and butts symbolically and did not hurt at all.  They did not even leave marks on the skin.

While they were still tied with their backs exposed, Robbie came up behind Laura and knelt down.  He reached up and grasped her bottom cheeks, prying them apart.  Then he peered at her little pucker, studying it closely.  Eventually, he touched it with his finger, causing Laura to jump slightly in her bindings.  His finger moved from her little rosebud to her sex and then returned with it coated in her dew.  He continued to touch it, running his finger in circles and watching it clench and relax.  He coated his finger in her sex again and then started pushing against the little pucker.  He received resistance at first but was not worried about hurting her since he remembered the plug that had been inside her the weekend before.  Eventually, he was able to worm his finger into her bottom, eliciting a moan from her.  His face brightened in a smile as he discovered another sensitive spot on the female anatomy.

“What’s this?” asked Robbie as he reached up with his free hand and touched Laura’s brand.  Laura shuddered, just as she always did when someone touched her there.

“It’s just a mark.  It’s like a tattoo.”

“It doesn’t look like a tattoo.  It looks like a brand.”

Laura sighed and nodded.  “Yes.  It’s a brand.”

“Wow.  That’s so cool.  I thought only cattle got branded.”  He continued to circle and touch the little fleur de lis mark and Laura continued to shudder involuntarily.

Again, they lost track of the orgasms.  Over and over again, they were taken to the brink and pushed over.  Their bodies were glistening with perspiration as young hands, lips and teeth toyed with them.  Then, late in the afternoon, the boys took another step toward manhood.

“Do you know what a blowjob is?” one of the boys asked Katherine.

“Er… yes.”

“I want one.”

“Do you know what one is?” she asked.

“Kind of,” he replied.  “No, not really.  I’ve just heard people talk about them.  They’re supposed to be great.”

“Well, I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“I could make you do it,” he told her.  “But I’d rather have you just do it.”  In the end, Katherine relented.  She was untied and knelt.  The boy came up to her and she unzipped his pants, fishing out his very erect cock.  Then she wrapped her lips around it and suckled on it.  It did not take long at all for the boy to ejaculate into her mouth.  “Wow!  That was great!”

“Me too.  Me too,” the boys sang out in unison.  In the end, she drank three loads of sperm

Only Robbie had not partaken.  He was still too mesmerized by Laura’s bottom.  He did watch though as his finger slowly pumped in and out of the huntress who was still tied up.  After the others were finished and tucked away, he whispered into Laura’s ear.  “Would you do that for me?”

Laura blushed but agreed.  She was untied and knelt and quickly received her own salty meal of sperm.

Before it got dark, the boys set up their campsite.  They started a fire and had the two huntresses, who they now referred to as squaws, cook for them.  Laura thought it was hysterical that she was camping and cooking in the nude.  She didn’t even like to camp but it seemed like fun this time.  Even Katherine was enjoying her captivity.  In a way, it was like a vacation for her.

The evening grew cooler but the two squaws kept themselves warm at the fire as they cooked.  Once the meal was finished, they were asked to kneel and each one of them knelt in front of two boys with their backs to the fire.  Their wrists were again tied, only in front this time.  Then the boys ate their meals and fed their captives.

After dinner, the girls were led to the lake and were allowed to bathe to wash off their war paint.  They were allowed to put their loincloths and moccasins back on to keep them warm but the little strips of leather did little to keep out the chill of the night.  As soon as they finished dressing, they each shivered and then made a mad dash back to the campfire where they stood and rotated their bodies to warm them.

Eventually, the hour grew late and everyone went to bed.  The boys had arranged their sleeping bags as double beds.  One sleeping bag in each tent was unzipped fully and then spread to act as a mattress.  The other sleeping bag was used as a blanket.  There was one girl and two boys per tent.  The Indian huntress was placed in the middle of the bed with a cowboy on either side.

Robbie held one of Laura’s breasts while Ronnie held the other one.  Laura assumed that Katherine was being similarly fondled.  Eventually, the boys leaned their heads in toward her body and sucked a nipple between each of their lips.  They suckled for thirty minutes before drifting off to sleep with their faces pressed against the soft warm globes.  Laura was actually thankful for their lips this time.  She was very full and it was actually uncomfortable with her breasts straining from her milk.  The boys relieved the pressure and allowed her to have a relatively peaceful sleep.

In the morning, Laura awoke to an empty bed.  She got up and crawled out of the tent to find Robbie and Ronnie tending a fire that they had just started.  The air was still chilly so Laura joined them to get warm.  They each greeted her with a kiss and a squeeze to her bottom.

“I guess we should tie up the squaw again,” said Ronnie.  “She might try to run now that it’s light.”

“I guess you’re right Pardner,” agreed Robbie, trying to act as much like a cowboy as he could.  Laura’s wrists were drawn behind her back and tied together, leaving her helpless once again.  “Oh well,” she thought, “at least I won’t have to worry about cooking.”

Thirty minutes later, a bleary-eyed and disheveled Katherine crawled out of the other tent.  She looked as if she hadn’t slept a wink all night.  She struggled to her feet with difficulty since she had been kept bound with her wrists behind her back the entire night.

“What happened to you?” asked Laura.

“They fucked me!” snapped Katherine.  “That’s what happened!”

“Oh,” replied Laura.  “I guess they know about that after all.”  Then she started giggling and had to pinch herself to settle down.  “Sorry, Mistress.”

“I can’t believe this is happening,” complained Katherine.  “Stop making me come here!”

Laura blinked.  “I’m not making you do anything.  You’re the one who keeps promising.  Stop promising.”

The boys ate breakfast the same way they had eaten dinner.  A squaw knelt in front of two boys with her back to the fire as they ate and fed their girl.  The sexual antics of the night were much the discussion topic during the meal.  “She’s so silky,” reported Tom.  “It was like having my cock squeezed in an oily sponge,” claimed Jack.  Their descriptions went on and on and Katherine went through every shade of red imaginable as she blushed in embarrassment.  Laura listened in awe and wondered how many times her mistress had been taken during the night.

After breakfast, while the others were cleaning up, Robbie took Laura aside.  “Can we do that?”

“Do what?” asked Laura.

“Fuck.”

Laura was shocked.  Over the course of several days, Laura had come to truly like the boy.  He had been in constant attendance of her and really seemed to be infatuated with her.  But fuck her?  “Oh, Robbie.  I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

He nodded slightly and Laura saw his eyes starting to mist up.

“Robbie,” she went on, “It’s not right.”

He nodded slightly again and stuck out his lower lip as his eyes started to well up.

“Robbie, don’t cry,” she pleaded.  Then she saw a tear trickle down his cheek and was lost.  “Can we do it in the tent?”  She could kick herself for having been so weak.  But his face brightened instantly and he led his squaw back to the tent.

They crawled beneath the covers and hugged and snuggled for a moment.  Robbie kissed her and she kissed back, feeling her body responding to the male attention.

“Do you want me on top or bottom?” Laura finally asked.

“Oh,” replied a surprised Robbie.  “I didn’t know that I had a choice.”

“You have lots of choices,” she replied.  “Top, bottom, side by side, kneeling, standing, and lots of others.”

“Top, then,” he replied.  Laura struggled to get up to a kneeling position but had difficulty.

“It would help if I wasn’t tied up,” she finally admitted.

“Oh yeah,” he replied.  Quickly, he untied her wrists and she got up on her knees.  She tossed the sleeping bag aside, feeling the cool air on her flesh again but knew that she would be warming herself soon.

Slowly, she undressed Robbie, starting with his shirt.  He just gazed up into her eyes as she unbuttoned his shirt and helped him to shrug out of it.  Then she removed his shoes and socks before turning to his pants.  She unfastened the belt and button and then unzipped him.  She slowly tugged down his jeans and underwear and jumped slightly as his cock sprang into view.  He was not quite as well endowed as her husband or Pierre but he was still blessed with a substantial rod.

When he was naked, she leaned down and kissed him.  Then she threw a leg over him and straddled his hips.  She reached down and touched her sex to make sure she was lubricated and then wondered why she had even bothered.  She was always wet, it seemed.  She gripped his cock to guide it and slowly lowered herself onto it.

Robbie let out a long sigh as his shaft sliced into the tight wet tunnel.  He kept his eyes glued to Laura’s as she sank lower and then started a slow up and down motion.

“Oh my gosh,” he uttered after she slid down on him several times.  “This is amazing.  I love you!”

“Hush, Robbie,” she said as she leaned forward and sealed his lips with hers.  Then she lifted her head and looked into his eyes.  “You don’t love me.  You love doing this with me.”

“Oh my gosh!” he repeated as she continued to slide up and down his glistening pole.  “No, I think I love you.  I love everything about you.”

“Thank you,” she said as she felt him piercing her over and over again.  He reached up and placed his hands over her breasts, letting the stiff nipples rub against his palms as she moved.  He lasted much longer than she expected for a teenager.  She thought he would climax quickly.  But at least fifteen minutes passed before he tensed and groaned, spilling his seed into her body.  She had not climaxed but it was still very fulfilling for her.  She had made Robbie’s first experience with a girl a pleasurable and gentle one.  They curled up and spooned after pulling the sleeping bag up to keep them warm.  Eventually, Robbie led his squaw, unbound this time, back to the campfire where the others were standing around and waiting.

“Are you proud of yourself?” whispered Katherine while the others were chatting and comparing notes.

“Not particularly,” Laura whispered back.  “But it was nice.”

The fire was put out and the tents and other gear were packed away.  Before departing for the cave, Robbie picked up one of the cold coals from the fire and walked over to Laura.  He reached out and drew RY on her bottom, opposite her brand with the leg of the R forming one of the branches of the Y.

“What’s that?” asked Laura.

“It’s my brand,” he replied and smiled before leaning forward to kiss her.  “I wanted to mark you as mine.”

Amazingly, the other boys honored Robbie’s claim of ownership over Laura.  There were no disputes or complaints.  Even Laura accepted him as just one more in a long list of people who owned her.

Robbie’s claim made Katherine the communal girl.  For the next twelve hours, she serviced the other three males. 

Robbie had an insatiable appetite for sex now that he had been introduced to it and took Laura multiple times, experimenting with the various positions that Laura had listed earlier.  These times, Laura did climax.  Robbie said that he especially liked fucking her while she was kneeling and fucking her standing up against one of the boulders outside of the cave but his favorite position was with her on top.  That way, her breasts were presented to him and it was easy to play with them.

After they had gone through the last of Laura’s list of positions, Robbie was lying on top of her looking down into her eyes.  They had just completed having sex using the missionary position.  “Are there any other?” he asked.

“Oh, my gosh, Robbie,” replied Laura.  “Haven’t you had enough?”

“I don’t think I could ever get enough.  I love you.  I really do.”

“Well we have gone through all of the ways I know about,” said Laura.

“Hmmm,” said Robbie as he furrowed his brow.  He remembered that Laura had a plug in her bottom on the first day and that he had pushed a finger into her bottom the day before.  He wondered if that could be another way to have sex.  “Do boys ever put their things in girl’s bottoms?” he asked.

“Ohmigod!” exclaimed Laura.  “Just how old are you?  No… don’t answer that.”  She started to think that Robbie was older than he seemed.  How else could he come up with that?  But she decided that she didn’t want to know the truth.  “Yes, sometimes boys put their things in a girl’s bottom.”

“Could we try that?”

Laura was at a loss.  She didn’t think that it was right to do that.  But then again, nothing about what she and Katherine had been doing was right.  But she also didn’t want to disappoint her newest owner.  He was tender and loving and polite.  He never demanded anything of her.  He always asked.  “Yes, Master,” was all she said.

They had to wait for Robbie to get hard again.  He had climaxed inside of her so many times that he was not able to get instantaneously erect like he had earlier in the day.  They snuggled and hugged for about thirty minutes until Laura felt his hardness pressing against her bottom.  Then she got on her knees again and let him take her anally.

Katherine was fucked endlessly during the day.  Laura tried to help her as much as she could by occasionally giving a boy a blowjob.  Nobody but Robbie tried to fuck Laura, though.  Katherine was kept bound in some way the entire day but Laura was free until it was time to take the girls home.  Then, both girls had their wrists tied behind their backs.  Their loincloths and moccasins were stuffed into their fanny packs, which were fastened around their waists.

This time, Katherine was successful in not committing to the following weekend.  “We can’t come next Saturday.  We have a prior commitment.”  This was true. They did have a party to attend next Saturday.

“What about Sunday?” asked the leader as he placed his hand on her breast and gently palpated it.

“I don’t know about Sunday.  That all depends on what happens on Saturday.”

“We’ll be here on Sunday.  And we expect to see you.”

Katherine was proud of herself as she walked back across the yard.  She had ended an evening without making a promise.  There was no way for Laura to shame her into going back.  She was free at last.

She had to admit, it was fun and exciting to be held captive.  Even being the sexual plaything of the three males had been exhilarating, even if she was currently walking slightly bow-legged because of the overuse of her sex.  The whole thing had been highly erotic to her.

Monique met them at the door and had them sit down and tell her what was going on.  Katherine explained how they were playing at being captive but omitted the part about the sperm lunches and being fucked silly.  Monique saw the semen leaking down her daughter’s legs and then turned to Laura.

“Is that everything, girl?”

“No, Mistress,” blushed Laura.  “They had sex with us too.”  Then she filled in all of the details that Katherine had omitted.

“Well, you two be careful,” was all that Monique said as she stood up from the table.  The naked girls arose with her.

“By the way,” she said as she ran a finger up through Katherine’s swampy sex and over her mound, “I like the new look.  I think I’ll have to get a collar for you.”

“Mom!” hissed Katherine.

“Hush girl.  Now go clean up.”

“But Mom!” Katherine whined.  “We’re still tied up.”

Monique smiled.  “Yes, I know.  I like to keep my girls that way.”

Wife of the Party

by captv8td

Chapter 13

On the day of the party, Ann arrived as scheduled.  Laura had the box waiting for her and helped Ann to remove all of her clothing and jewelry.  Then she led her back into the house.

“Aren’t you excited?” asked Ann giddily as she walked behind the other beautiful slavegirl.

“Parties are always fun and exciting,” replied Laura.

“Oh, I’m so excited I can hardly contain myself.”

By five thirty, they had finished the preparations.  They moved furniture around in the great room, set up the bar, cleared the dining room where the food was to be set up and laid out the silver.  The food was being catered so no food preparation was needed.

Monique took her three slaves to her bedroom to help prepare her.  She was going to be Alan’s slave for the night but had agreed to meet him at the Chisholm home ahead of time so that she could arrive with him.  The two girls ran a bath for her and then bathed their mistress.  Steve mainly just stood in the background, waiting with a towel to dry Monique.

Monique decided that, for her second appearance as a slave, she should have the hairless look that she so much liked in her slaves.  Laura lovingly lathered Monique’s pubic area and then swiped a razor over the dark bush until Monique’s sex was as smooth as a baby’s bottom.  Ann asked if she could have the same look and Laura repeated the motions on her.  Ann was still keyed up and excited and she squirmed and squealed with each of Laura’s touches.

“Laura, take her to my bed and calm her down,” Monique instructed.  “Steve can finish up.”

“Yes, Mistress,” replied Laura as she stood up.  She took Ann’s hand and led her to the bedroom.  This time, there was no reluctance on Ann’s part.  She followed Laura and then laid back and parted her thighs when Laura helped her onto the bed.  Laura laid on the bed between Ann’s legs with her face at Ann’s sex.  Not only was Ann not reluctant, but she was enthusiastic.  She reached down and grabbed Laura’s thigh and repositioned her so that they were in a sixty nine position.  Then, two tongues started working in unison.

“I need some calming too,” announced Monique as she emerged from the bathroom with Steve in tow.  She positioned Steve on the bed beside the two lovemaking women and then straddled him, lowering her body onto his massive shaft until she was fully impaled.  She rode him for ten minutes until she heard the orgasmic whimpers coming from her two slavegirls.  This pushed her over the edge into her own climax.

“Finish him off, Ann,  Laura, come prepare me.”  Laura climbed off of Ann and followed her mistress to the vanity as Ann clambered onto Steve, sinking down onto his cock until it was embedded deep inside of her.

Laura was like a magician as she dried Monique’s hair and styled it.  Monique had decided to adopt the feline look that Laura had worn to one of Katherine’s parties and watched as Laura teased her black hair into a wild looking mane.  Dark eye shadow, fiery red lips and rouge to the nipples completed the look.  Monique then pulled on some loose fitting clothes and left for her rendezvous with Alan.  He had told her that he would be supplying her attire but told her not to wear anything tight.  He did not want any lines left on her body from tight clothes.

Steve and Laura took Ann to their room where the two girls bathed together.  Laura sat behind Ann in the tub and gave her another orgasm so she would be calm and collected for the party.  Then Steve showered while Laura presided over the rest of Ann’s preparations.

At eight o’clock, Steve was at the front door in his minimalist butler outfit again while Laura and Ann were kneeling at Pierre’s feet in the great room.  Both were naked and both looked stunning.  They wore matching gold collars that tethered them to the ends of matching leashed.  Laura’s long blonde hair was tied in a ponytail while Ann’s shorter brown hair was elegantly coiffed to frame her face.  Laura’s nipples were free of any jewelry since Ann’s nipples were not pierced and Pierre wanted them to be as matched as possible.  They knelt silently as each guest arrived and greeted their master.

Monique had been surprised when she arrived at the Chisholm home.  Mark Chisholm was there with his father, which greatly embarrassed Monique.  She was told to remove her clothes, which she obediently did.  Then, both males slowly circled the naked woman, inspecting her beauty.

Alan had purchased a beautiful silver collar, which he held up for Monique to admire.  It was finely patterned and had been engraved with, “Monique, property of the Chisholm men.”  Monique blushed again, not knowing what to make of this new development.  She was to be Alan’s slave for the night but he was only one Chisholm man.  Was Mark going to be involved too?

The collar was fitted around her neck.  It was snug but comfortable.  Alan told Mark to see if she was wet and Monique obediently moved her feet apart to let the son feel between her legs.  She was surprised, however, when he moved behind her and pressed her forward, bending her at the waist.  Then she heard a zipper and, within moments, felt a cock slicing into her aroused sex.

“Yes, she’s quite ready,” Mark announced.  He slipped out of her and tucked his cock back into his pants.

Monique received additional jewelry.  A slender silver chain was wrapped around her waist and draped seductively over her hips.  Finally, two silver baubles were attached to her nipples.  At first, her nipples burned as the screws were tightened to hold them in place but she quickly adjusted to the pressure.  She was left with just a stimulating heat.  Alan flicked each of the baubles and they tinkled.  She was wearing bells on her breasts.  Her wrists were pulled behind her and beautiful silver cuffs held them behind her back.  The outfit was completed by a cape being drawn over her head.  It was really too warm for a cape, thought Monique, but it was better than being taken to the party naked.  They went out to the car and Mark got into the drivers seat.  Alan helped Monique into the back seat and then joined her.

“You are mine tonight,” he announced as his hand slipped beneath the cape to cup one of the glorious breasts.

“Ours,” corrected Mark.

“Yes, quite right,” replied Alan as he gave the firm breast a squeeze.  “You belong to us for tonight and until we give you back to your husband.”  Monique shuddered involuntarily.  This was a twist she had not expected.

Monique had been so confident and assured the first time she had offered to be a slavegirl.  Probably, that was because she was still the more experienced of the two.  Now, she felt nervous and tentative.  Maybe that’s because the master was not a virgin to the lifestyle any more.  Maybe it was because she was naked but for the cape in the backseat of the car.  Perhaps it was because a man other than her husband had claimed her breast and was occasionally squeezing it.  Or maybe it was because she had just been informed that she would be owned by a father and son until they decided to release her.  How long would that be?  Regardless of the cause, she was nervous.

She tried to will herself to relax and calm down.  She had enjoyed her prior experience on the bottom, after all.  In fact, she had found it thrilling to be on the other side for once.  She was sure she would have fun again.  She closed her eyes and waited for the next squeeze of her breast and then arched her back as if offering her chest to her master.  He slid his hand to the other breast and held it as he leaned forward, kissing her and whispering, “you are such a good girl for me.”

The car stopped and Monique took a deep breath to prepare herself to enter the house.  She heard Mark open his door and opened her eyes slowly.  She gasped as she realized they were not at her home for the party.  Her eyes flew wide open and she looked around frantically, groaning as she realized where she was.

“Oh no.  Not Katherine too!” she groaned again.  She recognized her surroundings.  They were parked just outside of Katherine’s apartment.

“Hush, little one,” Alan whispered into her ear.  He let his thumb stroke the soft flesh of her breast as she held her close.  “Shhhhh”

Monique shook her head in disbelief.  She closed her eyes again to try to regroup and willed her body to relax.  This was not what she expected at all.  A car door opened and then closed.

“Your pet looks fabulous,” she heard her daughter say.  The other door opened and closed and she heard Mark start up the car again.

“Thank you,” replied Alan.  “She’s my most prized possession.”

“Our,” corrected Mark again.

Alan laughed and squeezed Monique’s breast again.  “Yes, our most prized possession.  Monique heard Katherine giggle and she just hoped that there were no more surprises in store for her tonight.

The car stopped again.  Monique reluctantly opened her eyes for fear that there was another surprise but breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that she was safe at home.  “At least I’m home,” she thought.  “We’ll see about safe.”

“Let me help you, little one,” said Alan graciously as he helped Monique out of the car.  With her wrists secured behind her, it would have been an awkward struggle otherwise.

“You won’t be needing this any longer,” he said as he swiftly lifted the cape off of her, causing her to gasp and blush again.  She hesitated to open her eyes, knowing the embarrassment she would feel at her daughter seeing her like this.  Katherine had seen her naked and had even watched her having sex.  But her daughter had never seen her as a slavegirl before.  Finally, she did open her eyes and found Katherine standing right in front of her, smiling brightly.

Katherine reached out and lifted her mother’s breasts in her hands, holding them as she continued to smile into Monique’s eyes.  She ran her eyes down Monique’s body and spied the denuded sex.  “I like the new look,” she said, mimicking her mother’s words from the weekend before.  “I might have to get a collar for you.”

Katherine released the breast and then she flicked the little baubles dangling from Monique’s burning nipples.  Katherine giggled and then flicked them again, causing the tinkling sound to repeat.  “Your pet looks fabulous,” she said to Alan.  “And I think I really will get a collar.”

Once inside the house, Monique felt relatively safe.  Alan led her through the crowd, introducing himself and his new girl.  Mark followed behind the pair and also introduced himself.  Katherine disappeared shortly after arriving and Monique wondered where she went.

They finally reached Pierre at the other end of the room.  Laura and Ann knelt on either side of him and he looked very pleased to have the two girls flanking him.  Ann, however, looked visibly shaken when she saw her son standing before her, taking in her nudity.

“Very nice touch,” admired Pierre as he ran his finger along Monique’s collar, reading the inscription.  It was Monique’s turn to blush.  She felt like telling her husband to enjoy the collar because it was the last time he would see her in one but she thought better of it and remained silent.

“I was hoping you would not mind,” replied Alan.

“Mind?  Not at all.  She looks striking in it.”

“You have two lovely pets, tonight,” admired Alan as he gazed down at his wife and Laura.  This was definitely a side of his wife that he had not seen before and he had been looking forward to it.  Ann was positively glowing.

Alan handed the end of Monique’s leash to his son.  “Take the girl.  I want to sit and chat for a bit.”

Mark smiled as he received the leash.  Monique groaned as she was led out of the room by a boy young enough to be her son.  There were too many surprises for her tonight.  Mark knew his way around the house and led her to a bedroom.  Monique knew that she was to be fucked.

The boy had earlier slipped his cock into her so it should not be so embarrassing that she was to be fucked by him.  But for some reason, it was humiliating nevertheless.  He removed his clothes, laid down on the bed and helped to position her over his cock.  With her hand still secured behind her back, she was unable to resist at all and felt her face turn crimson as he pushed down on her hips, letting his cock sear into her heated sex.

Katherine slipped quietly into the room and watched as her mother rode her friend’s cock.  She had watched Monique having sex before with Steve but somehow this was different.  It thrilled her that her mother was now in the role of the submissive.  She watched as the pole would emerge from Monique’s body, glistening and hard from her mother’s aroused sex, only to disappear again.

Katherine moved to the bed to get a better look, remaining silent for the time being.  Monique’s eyes were closed and Katherine smiled as she saw the contented dreamy look on the older slavegirl.  The full breasts bounced with each movement, creating a symphony of little tinkling sounds.  And Katherine saw her mother’s tight belly, hoping that she would be as beautiful and firm when she got to that age.

Mark saw her and she held a finger to her lips.  She did not want Monique to know she was here; at least not yet.  Monique’s flesh was damp from her exertions and a rosy flush spread across her cheeks and chest.

Finally, Katherine decided to announce her presence.  Monique felt the bed shift, knowing that someone else was in the room.  She opened her eyes and turned her head, groaning as she saw that her daughter was moving to kneel behind her.

“Hush, little one,” Katherine told her mother.  “Keep doing what you were doing.  You are beautiful.”

Monique groaned again and shook her head in disbelief.  “You shouldn’t be here, Kathy.  It isn’t right.”

“Hush, little pet,” Katherine said as she reached out and traced the slender silver chain around Monique’s waist.  “You are the slavegirl and slavegirls never have to worry about anything.  I’ll do all of the worrying for you.”

Then, Katherine reached up and wrapped her fingers around Monique’s neck.  “I’m just measuring you for a collar, little one.”

These twists and surprises had Monique completely off balance.  Very little about this party was expected.  Every time she adjusted to one surprise, another would pop up and send her world spinning.  Now, her daughter was witnessing the way she was being controlled and taken by this young man and was threatening to collar her.  But, despite her discomfort and humiliation, she never missed a beat.  She continued to glide up and down the boy’s cock, feeling it arousing her further.

Katherine let her hands glide back down, causing Monique to suck in her breath in surprise.  Katherine unfastened the tiny bells that were attached to her mother’s nipples.  She gripped the tender buds and rolled them back and forth slowly.  “Don’t cum,” the daughter told the mother.

Monique whimpered as she heard the words.  She looked down and saw her nipples being claimed and toyed with by the delicate fingers and felt Katherine  leaning forward to kiss her.  Her body was an inferno of lust.

One of Katherine’s hands glided down the quivering belly of the slavegirl while the other hand moved from breast to breast, squeezing the soft flesh or tweaking a nipple.  Katherine found Monique’s sex and smiled as she enjoyed the baby smoothness of the denuded mound.  The daughter extended one finger as Monique raised herself on her knees and she felt the cock rub against it as it emerged from its protective sheath.  The finger ran the length of the shaft and became coated with her mother’s juices.  Katherine was amazed at how wet Monique was.

Mark smiled up from the bed as he watched the daughter toying with the mother.  Whichever of Monique’s breasts was not being held by Katherine would bounce deliciously.  The way her arms were bound behind her back caused her breasts to be pushed forward, making them look even more enticing.  Such a difference between this mother and his own.  This mother was built for fucking.  Every inch of her seemed to be designed for enjoyment as a sex toy.

His own mother was very pretty but was different.  She was more slender and less curvy.  Her chest was more compact compared with Monique’s wondrous orbs.  He had to admit, though, that his mother had looked very sexy earlier.  She positively glowed as she knelt at Pierre’s feet and had a sexual aura about her.  Mark wondered what his mother was like in bed.  And then he realized that he might be able to find out for himself.  If she was going to remain as a sub, all he had to do was talk to her dominant and arrange to borrow her, just like he did with Laura.  He smiled at the thought and went back to watching Monique’s breasts bob and sway.

Who should his mother belong to?  Would he want his father to own her or would it be better if she belonged to Pierre.  He had a hard time picturing her as his father’s pet.  It would probably be too difficult to maintain that kind of relationship long term.  He decided that his mother should become Pierre’s property.

Or better yet, she should be Monique’s property.  He was aware that the beautiful sex toy who was currently riding his cock was naturally dominant.  He was thankful to be using her while she played the role of a submissive, but he knew that she would return to being a mistress tomorrow.  Maybe she would be the perfect owner for his mom.

And then he had an even better thought.  Katherine seemed to be pure dominant.  He knew that she played with Steve and Laura but she did not have a pet of her own.  Maybe he could start dropping hints that would result in his mother becoming Katherine’s girl.  It was a wickedly exciting thought that a young girl like Katherine could own someone so much older than her.

Katherine’s fingers were busy teasing and toying with Monique’s clit, eliciting a string of moans and mewls from the older woman.  “Don’t cum, little one.  Wait for your master to give you permission.”

Monique groaned in frustration at the words.  Her body was on fire and she felt like she was about to erupt.  She kept riding though, feeling the very hard cock stab into her body over and over again.

Katherine was truly enjoying herself.  She remembered two years earlier when her mother had held her breasts as she rode Steve’s shaft.  It had been quite embarrassing at first but then it became so erotic for her.  It added a delicious taste of sinfulness to the experience that she remembered to this day.  She hoped that her mother was enjoying this as much as she had when her breasts rested in Monique’s palms.

Katherine tilted Monique’s head back and to the side, kissing her.  Katherine’s tongue snaked out and slithered across her mother’s lips, which remained shut.  But eventually, Monique surrendered to the intimate touch and parted her lips, letting the two tongues dance and duel passionately.

“Make her cum for me,” commanded Mark, eventually.

Monique continued to bob up and down on Mark’s slick shaft but only managed two more strokes before Katherine’s talented fingers drove her over the edge.  She groaned into her daughter’s lips.  Katherine clamped her teeth down on Monique’s tongue holding her in place as her fingers kept toying with the vulnerable clit, sending shocks and aftershocks through her.  Mark climaxed shortly after Monique and loved the feel of the spasming vagina clamping around his cock.

Meanwhile, Alan delighted at the vision that his wife presented to him.  With Pierre’s permission, he beckoned Ann to him and explored her body with his fingertips.  Perhaps she will be a slave full-time from now on, he thought, as his fingers probed and caressed, eliciting little moans and coos from her lips.

An hour after leading Monique away, Mark returned with her.  Monique looked none the worse for wear.  Her mane might have been slightly disheveled and her thighs might have been damper then before, but the glow across her cheeks and chest told all that she had been well fucked.

Katherine joined the little circle with a very naked Steve in two.  Alan took Monique’s leash back and flicked her bells, causing Monique’s blush to deepen.

“Mark, my boy,” said Pierre.  “I can see that you know how to control a woman.  I have a bit of a problem here.  I have two girls and I need help.  Would you mind taking one of them off my hands?”

Ann gasped audibly at Pierre’s words.  She could not possibly be given to her own son for the evening.  What if he wanted to have sex with her?  It just wasn’t right!

“I’d be honored to watch over one of your pets,” replied Mark.  Ann exhaled in relief as she saw Pierre extend his hand to Mark with Laura’s leash.  At least she would be spared the sin of incest.

Pierre turned back to Ann and smiled down to her.  “Maybe now I will have a chance to sample my new slavegirl.”  He still had not had sex with Ann.  He had dominated her for a day during her training period but he had purposely kept sex out of the training.  He wanted Ann to focus on her submissiveness and not be distracted by sex.  Now he intended to remedy that and claim the girl as his own.

Ann eagerly followed her new master as he led her from the room.  She could feel her sex positively throbbing at the thought of finally having sex with Pierre.  She had become such a wanton slut in the past month. 

Pierre took her to the dungeon where she gulped as she saw all of the strange looking implements.  He led her slowly around the room, describing all of the equipment.  He pointed out the stocks and the iron maiden.  She saw the horse that Laura had been riding during one of her previous visits.  There were chains and manacles and hooks.  The final stop was the brazier where what looked like a white hot poker was laying in the glowing coals.  He put on a glove and lifted it, showing it to Ann.

“This is my brand.”

Ann blanched as she realized what it was.  There was the fleur de lis with the tiny C in the middle.  She had seen the marks on Laura and Steve.  Did he intend to brand her?  He finally put the brand back into the coals and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Pierre led his slavegirl to an upright X that he called a cross.  There, he fastened her wrists and ankles into the bindings and then tightened them until she was stretched taut.  He went to the wall and returned with a flogger, causing her to blanch again.

“Oh, I couldn’t, “she whispered.  “Could I?”

“It’s not up for you to decide, little one,” Pierre answered as he trailed the strands of the flogger across her breasts.  “You belong to me now.  I decide what you could or couldn’t do.”

He started swinging the flogger so the strands were twirling in a circle.  Then he moved it closer and let the strands kiss her tight breasts, making a slapping sound.

“Oh,” uttered Ann.  “Oh god.”  He was not hitting her hard but the strands still stung her sensitive flesh.  She looked down in amazement that she was bound so completely and was being whipped; on her breasts, no less.

He continued striking her with the flogger for several minutes and then stopped.  He leaned forward and kissed each nipple, sucking each into his mouth and biting it lightly.  “I’m just tenderizing my meat,” he grinned.

He started twirling the flogger again and, this time, he brought it to her sex, slapping up between the thighs.  “Ohmigod!” she exclaimed.  Her body jerked with each slap and it stung her painfully, but it also sent arousal coursing through her veins.

After he felt that he had tenderized his girl enough, he set the flogger aside.  Then he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.  Without even undressing, he stabbed it into her, feeling the wet silkiness envelop him.  His hips started moving, letting his cock piston in and out of her as his fingers claimed her nipples and slowly squeezed.

“Ohmigod!” she exclaimed again.  She was being fucked by her master!  And it felt glorious!  Because of the way she was bound, she couldn’t move.  But it felt so wonderful that she wouldn’t have moved even if she could.  He was in no hurry.  He developed a slow, steady pace and enjoyed his new toy.

“I hope you find her to your liking, Pierre,” the voice said from the doorway.

“Ohmigod!” gasped Ann as she heard Mark’s voice.  She glanced over to the door and saw Mark grinning as he held onto Laura’s leash.

“Come on over, son,” said Pierre, releasing a nipple and beckoning Mark with his hand.  “She’s delightful.  Here, have a taste.”  He pulled out of Ann and stood back.

“Ohmigod!” gasped Ann.  “I couldn’t.  Could I?”

“Gee, thanks Pierre,” replied Mark as he moved closer.  He gave the leash to Pierre and then turned toward his mother.  “Don’t mind if I do.”

“Oh, I couldn’t,” Ann repeated.  “Could I?”

Mark reached out and circled his fingers around Ann’s nipples, seeing them stiffen even more than they already were.  Then he unzipped his pants and pulled out his already hard cock.  Just as Pierre had done, he stabbed into the bound slavegirl, feeling her sex squeezing him like a tight glove.

“Oh, I couldn’t,” Ann said again.  “Ohmigod, I am!”

Pierre sat down to watch and pulled Laura into his lap, playing with her delightful body as the mother and son put on a show for him.  He truly enjoyed being a master and owning girls.  And he was always generous to share them with friends.

Mark was truly enjoying being a master also.  He had already had sex with Monique.  Now he was impaling his mother.  And he intended to fuck Laura all night.  Life was very good.

Back in the great room, Alan and Monique were mingling with the partiers.  “Master?’ Monique had asked.  “Perhaps I should spend some time with the guests.  Will you escort me?”

“Of course, slut,” he replied as he smiled.  Monique looked at him, stunned, not knowing what to say.  Before she could come up with anything, he tugged on her leash and led her toward a crowd of partiers.

“Why did you call me a slut?” she whispered as she followed him closely.

“I did not call you a slut, dear.  I called you slut.”

Monique whispered again.  “Why did you call me slut?”

He stopped and turned to her.  “If I decide to call you Monique or girl or fire or bucket, I will call you that.  You belong to me.  I chose slut because it seemed appropriate.  You are naked and wanton.  I have fucked you.  My son has fucked you.  You are slut.  It’s not meant as an insult.  It’s just the name I chose.”

“Oh,” she said, not knowing how to reply.  He led her into the crowd and let her spend time with her guests.

As at the party before, the guests were both delighted and confused to see Monique as a slavegirl.  Many hands pawed and groped her naked flesh as Alan led her from one small gathering to another.  One male asked Alan for permission to sample his girl and Alan readily agreed.  Monique was bent over the back of a couch and taken from behind in front of a small audience of her friends.  The male was definitely delighted.

They were confused at the same time.  They knew Monique as a powerful mistress.  Indeed, she had dominated several of the guests before but she kept those sessions as secrets between friends.  Now, she was naked and looked like a slave.  What should they call her?  Monique?  Girl?  Hey you?  They wanted to play along but they also wanted to retain their friendship.  It was an awkward time.

Back in the dungeon, Laura snuggled back into her master’s lap.  He had instructed her to disrobe him so she arose and helped him out of his clothes.  Now, a naked master held a naked slavegirl.

They both watched in wonderment as Mark fucked Ann.  Pierre had expected Ann to protest violently when he offered her to her son.  But she had been relatively docile about the incest other than a few feeble utterances.  Laura had expected Mark to spill his seed into his mother quickly since he always did that with her.  Instead, the master-son slowly stroked his cock in and out of the slave-mother as they looked into each other’s eyes.

Pierre finally lifted Laura off his lap and led her to the cross next to Ann’s.  He fastened her to it and then stretched her tight.  Then he walked over to Mark and tapped him on the shoulder.  “May I cut in?”

“Yes, of course,” replied Mark.  He slid his cock out of his mother and kissed her once again before moving over to the other cross and embedding himself into the bound Laura.  Pierre slid his cock back into Ann and then started a conversation with Mark.

“What do you think about the party?” he asked.

“Best party I ever attended,” Mark replied.

“Yes, it’s a nice one,” said Pierre.  “What do you think about my slavegirl?”

“Which one?” asked Mark.

Pierre thought for a moment.  He had meant Laura.  But then it dawned on him that he owned Ann for the evening.  And even Monique might be considered his slavegirl tonight.  “Any of them,” he answered.

“They are fabulous,” Mark responded.  Then he grunted as he drove his cock deep into Laura, causing her to gasp as it banged against her cervix.  She couldn’t believe the conversation that was going on.  The two males were fucking the two females but were acting like they were chatting over a drink at the club after work.

“Let’s switch,” said Pierre.  He slid out of Ann and Mark slipped out of Laura.  Pierre moved to the other cross and quickly impaled Laura.  Mark took a break to take off his clothes and, once naked, impaled his mother again.  Ann was beyond caring what she did or who did what to her.  She was a slavegirl who was lost deep in the recesses of her mind.

“Oh, here’s the dungeon,” a female voice said.  Two fully clothed women stepped into the room.  “I knew we’d find it eventually.”

“Welcome ladies,” said Pierre as he plunged back into Laura’s depths causing her to groan.  “Feel free to use the equipment or just pull up a chair.”

“Thanks,” said one of them.  “I think we’ll just watch for a bit.  Beautiful girls you have there.”

Pierre and Mark switched again.  Chatting with the newcomers was a bit of a distraction but it did not prevent them from climaxing.  Mark deposited his seed in Laura.  Pierre did the same into Ann and leaned forward to whisper in her ear.  “I don’t need a brand.  I have just marked you as mine.”

Ann breathed a sigh of relief that the hot iron in the fire would not be used on her but also felt a strange combination of emotions.  She was proud that Pierre considered her to be his and viewed that ownership as an accomplishment.  She also, strangely enough, was a little disappointed that he would not be permanently marking her as he did with Laura.  Maybe that would come later.

“It doesn’t look like you finished them off,” said one of the spectators.  “Are they allowed to cum?”

“Yes, they are,” replied Pierre.  “They aren’t under any restrictions at the moment.”

“Would you mind if we finish them?” the woman asked.

Pierre looked to Mark and nodded.  “Be our guest,” replied Mark as he stepped aside from Laura.  The women stepped forward and stood in front of the bound slaves.  Fingers trailed over naked flesh and lips and teeth toyed with stiff nipples.  Ann started moaning immediately.  She was already worked up into a fevered pitch and thought this was the most erotic day of her life.  She climaxed just from having her nipples bitten but the woman continued to toy with her body.

Both women knelt before the captives and leaned forward to kiss the sticky pussies in front of them, finishing by flicking their tongues over the sensitive clits and causing both slaves to gasp.  Then they worked fingers into the wet tunnels and kept adding more fingers, stretching the girls, as they slowly pumped in and out of the aroused bodies.

“Ohmigod!” gasped Ann as she realized what was about to happen.  She looked down and saw the woman in front of her tucking her thumb alongside her fingers.  “Ohmigod!  I couldn’t,” she said.  “Could I?”

The woman just smiled up at her as she started to slowly push her way into Ann’s body.  Ann glanced over at Laura and saw the wrist sticking out of her sex and then looked back at the woman who was threatening to do the same to her.  “Please,” she whimpered.

The woman kept smiling as she worked her fingers in and out of Ann until, with one final push, the hand popped into the slave’s body.  “Ohmigod!” groaned Ann.

Pierre and Mark were fascinated by the sight.  The two beautiful slaves were being fisted by two beautiful mistresses.  Both men were hard and Mark was stroking his cock.  Pierre glanced over at him and saw him masturbating.  “Save that for later,” he advised.  “The girls will need it.”  Mark dropped his hand away from his throbbing member.

Fingers explored the dark, damp recesses.  Fists curled and pounded against cervixes.  At one point, Ann felt a finger extended and probing at her cervix as if it were trying to push into her womb, causing her to groan as her abdomen cramped from the assault.  Two tongues started flickering over the sensitive clits and both girls started climaxing.  Over and over again, Ann’s body convulsed with explosive orgasms until, finally, she fainted.

When she awoke, the two women were gone.  “Is it safe yet?” she asked.

Pierre just chuckled.  “You have been safe the entire evening, my dear.”

At the end of the evening, only the eight of them were left.  The four dominants sat in a circle in the great room and the four slaves knelt inside the circle.  Ann was facing Pierre at his feet and he was stroking the backs of his fingers over her breasts.  “I have been looking forward to our evening together.”  Then he looked at all of the four kneeling slaves.  “You were the wife of the party.”

Ann smiled proudly, knowing that he was talking about her.  Monique knew that he was talking about Ann but smiled and thought to herself, “I was a pretty good wife of the party, too.”

Steve shuddered as he wondered if Pierre had some new plan for his enslavement that would involve sissifying him or worse.  Laura was just confused.  There were three wives present.  All of them were naked and kneeling and were slaves.  “Who’s the wife of the party?” she thought.  “It looks like there are three of us.”

The End