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CH 36
After I’d made Denise feel better she untied me and took a shower. Mary permitted me to put on a robe and we finished the preparations.
The man, whose wife was to be the center of attention, arrived and looked things over. I’ll call him Mr. Jones. He brought the playing cards, poker chips and play money. He told us that his wife would arrive later and that he wanted the men to start playing cards before the slaves were put on display.
“I’d like the ladies to be brought out and tied to the stakes one by one,” he told us. “My wife is to be the first and she is to be tied in the center of the line.”
“Certainly,” Mary told him. “But we’re using X crosses, not stakes.”
“Excellent,” he said. “Please see to it that my wife’s legs are tied well apart”
“We will make sure that everyone gets to see her pussy,” Denise assured him.
“Good. And the cameras are set up?” he asked.
“Yes, both still and video,” Mary said.
“Refreshments are ready,” Denise said. “And I presume all of the masters are going to play cards along with the other gentlemen.”
“There will be no masters present,” he said. “I called all the people you recommended and told them that the submissive woman had to be prepared to accept what ever happens. They could not have any protectors at the party.”
Mary and Denise exchanged a surprised look.
“How many agreed to come?” Mary asked. “Are we going to have enough women?”
“I believe we will. Some refused outright,” he said, “But they thought it over and called back and agreed.”
“What about your wife?” Denise asked.
“The same rules apply for her,” he said. “After I drop her off I’ll leave.”
“You don’t want to watch?” Mary asked.
“I’d love to,” he replied. “But my wife wants that added degree of uncertainty. If I’m here she will feel too safe.”
“A room full of sexed up men could get dangerous,” Denise warned.
“That’s precisely what she wants,” he said. “Danger and intensity.”
He glanced at his watch. “The men will be arriving at eight o’clock. The women will arrive at nine. Even if some arrive at the same time, they should be brought out singly, and with some theatricality.”
“Not a problem,” Denise said. “We’re used to putting on shows.”
He nodded, shook hands with them and left.
“Well, I guess that means we won’t be seeing Lady L,” Denise said.
I nodded. She might like to be displayed, but I didn’t think she’d be daring enough to risk an all out orgy without her husband present.
“Do we have any idea who is coming?” Mary asked.
Denise shook her head. “I gave him a list of people I thought would like to participate. It was up to him to invite them. He’s also inviting some people I don’t know. He’s given them a code word so we will admit them but other than that I have no idea who might show up.”
“I hope we have enough women to go around,” Mary said. She pointed to me. “Otherwise the kid here might be in for a busy night.”
“Yeah,” I said. “And maybe you two might stripped and tied up along with the rest of us. Either one of you been raped lately?”
Too our surprise Lady L showed up. Lord L dropped her off at the door, chatted with us for a few minutes then left. As he closed the door she gave him an anxious look, but took a deep breath and squared her shoulders. She was frightened, but excited. I showed her the bedroom where she undressed and hung up her clothes. I took off my robe and we went to the kitchen. Mary made us kneel as she buckled collars and leather cuffs to our wrists.
A few minutes later the doorbell rang. Mary peeked through the spy hole and got a curious look on her face. She threw a dressing gown over her leathers and opened the door. There stood an ordinary looking woman in somewhat dowdy clothing.
“Can I help you?” Mary asked, thinking the woman must be at the wrong address.
“Is this the place for the party?” the woman asked.
“Party?” Mary played dumb.
“I have a secret word,” the woman said. “I was told it would get me in.” She gave the password.
“This is the right place,” Mary said in surprise. “Come in.”
The woman walked in and looked around. Her eyes widened when she saw me and Lady L on our knees and she gasped when Denise walked into the room in her dominance costume.
“Who’s this?” Denise asked.
“I believe she’s one of the submissives,” Mary said uncertainly. The woman nodded eagerly.
“My name is Jean,” she said.
Mary introduced everyone. Jean stared at Lady L and me. “Should I take my clothes off?” she asked.
“Yes you should,” Denise said.
“Uh, right here in front of everyone?”
“Strip now!” Denise barked at her. Jean blushed but hurried to obey.
When she was naked we looked at a very common housewife with a plain face, mousy brown hair, small breasts, a thick waist, and stretch marks from having children. Her pubic hair was thick and bushy and you could tell that she had never shaved or even trimmed it. She did have very nice legs however.
“Have you been in the scene long?” Mary asked her.
“The scene?” Jean asked puzzled.
“You know, bondage, S and M, torture?”
“Oh, no I’ve never done any of that before,” Jean answered.
“You haven’t?” Denise asked astonished. “Then what exactly are you doing here?”
Jean was starring at Lady L and me. “Shouldn’t I be tied up?” she asked.
“The mistresses were putting restraints on us when you arrived,” Lady L told her. She lifted her chin to show off her collar.
“Do I get to wear one of those?” Jean asked.
“Not until you answer the question,” Denise said. “What are you doing here?”
Jean swallowed a few times before she could speak. “A friend of mine told me about the party and I decided I wanted to experience bondage, so she arranged for me to come. She set it up with a man who is bringing his wife.”
“Who is your friend?”
“I promised not to tell anyone that?” Jean answered. “But she likes to be tied up. I guess you would say that she is into the scene as you call it.”
“Have you ever been tied up?” Mary asked.
“No.”
“There’s going to be a lot more than simply being tied up,” Denise told her. “There is going to be torture, painful torture, and sex with a room full of strangers. Anything can happen to you.”
“I know.”
“You have never been tied up?” Denise asked. “Never at all?”
“No,” Jean whispered.
“You have no idea what you are letting yourself in for,” Mary said grimly.
“Perhaps not, but I want to try it,” Jean said firmly.
“Do you realize that you will be fucked by strangers?” Mary asked crudely.
“Yes.”
“Men are going to stick their cocks in your pussy, up your ass, and in your mouth,” Mary said relentlessly. “And they are going to hurt you.”
Jean nodded.
“Have you ever been screwed in your ass?” Denise asked brutally.
Jean shook her head
“Ever imagine what the pain is like to be whipped on your ass and legs and boobs, not to mention your pussy?”
“My pussy?”
“Especially your pussy,” Denise said. She pointed at me and I nodded.
Jean closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “I’ve imagined being tortured, and now I want to experience it for real.”
“Look at yourself,” Denise said. “You’re shaking like a leaf.”
“It’s not from fear,” Jean whispered.
“Don’t you think you might want to test the waters before you throw yourself off a cliff into the ocean?” Mary suggested kindly.
“No,” Jean answered firmly. “I want this tonight. I want those men to do terrible things to me. Lots of men and lots of torments.”
Mary and Denise looked at her helplessly. They turned to Lady L and me as if asking us to help talk some sense into this foolish amateur. I couldn’t suppress a tiny smile. I shrugged and rolled my eyes.
“I don’t think you’re going to talk her out of it Mistress,” I said.
Mary and Denise exchanged a look, then Mary pointed to the floor. “Get on your knees,” she commanded. Jean obeyed.
Mary left the room and returned carrying collar and cuffs. She buckled the cuffs on Jean’s wrists and locked them together. Then Denise tilted Jean’s head forward and held her hair while Mary put the collar around her neck. Jean was trembling when they finished.
Denise pointed at me imperiously.
“Lie down and spread your legs.”
“Yes Mistress,” I hurried to comply. Denise left the room and came back carrying a short whip. She looked at me and I raised my hips off the floor.
“Higher,” she demanded.
I arched my back until my body rested on my shoulders and my toes. I opened my legs wider. Denise didn’t warm me up, she just smacked that whip onto my crotch very hard.
I was already turned on, but there was something about being watched by Jean that was very exciting. Her innocent determination to be tortured was deliciously exciting and I came with Denise’s first blow.
For some reason that made Denis angry. She really laid into me with her whip. She poured blow after blow onto my belly, my thighs and of course my pussy. I was rolling around gasping and squealing and trying not to close my legs. Denise was trying to frighten this poor innocent away but it didn’t work. Jean sat beside me, lay back and opened her legs.
Denise turned to whip Jean, raised her arm, then stopped. Jean looked up at her expectantly.
“No,” Denise said to her. “You won’t get any warm up from me. If you insist on going through with this you’ll get your first whipping by a man.”
Jean said nothing, she just opened her knees wider and ground her hips in a wide circle. I saw the temptation in Denise’s eyes.
She knelt beside Jean. “Look, I’m a professional dominatrix, so is Mary. We will be happy to tie you up and introduce you to bondage free of charge in a private and safe place, but some other time. The things that are going to happen tonight are going be neither safe or private. You could get hurt.”
Jean shook her head.
Lady L walked over and sat down beside me. She lay back and spread her legs too.
“Would you whip my cunt, please?” she said coolly. Denise stared in shock. Lady L didn’t usually talk that way.
“No I won’t,” Denise told her. “All three of you are going to lie here and don’t move until I give you permission.”
“Yes Mistress,” Lady L said quietly. Jean and I echoed her.
Denise and Mary left the room. I looked at Jean. She was still trembling with excitement.
“Is this really your first time?” I asked.
She nodded.
“It may be more than you expect,” I warned. “I have a feeling that this evening is going to be very intense.”
“I agree,” Lady L said.
“I don’t care,” Jean said softly. “They can do anything they want to me as long as they don’t kill me or leave permanent scars on my body.”
“Ok,” I shrugged.
“Are you married?” Lady L asked her.
“Yes.”
“Children?”
“Yes.”
“Decent hard working husband, school PTA meetings, church bake sales, all that?”
“Yes. Is it so obvious?”
“And your husband has no idea you are here, right?”
“That’s right.”
“Oh my!” Lady L said softly.
“Well, I think I ought to warn you,” I said. “Even if you aren’t permanently scarred, you will have bruises and welts that might last for days, not to mention bite marks.”
“Bite marks?” Jean gasped.
“Yep, especially around your nipples.”
“My God!”
“You may get bitten in other places too,” Lady L said.
“In fact, you can just about count on it,” I added.
Jean closed her eyes and took a long deep breath.
“My husband is attending a church synod in Maine for a month,” she said. “And my children are spending the summer with my parents. I’ll have time to heal.”
“Just in case your bruises don’t heal before your husband comes home, just say that you fell down some stairs,” I told her. “I’ve used that excuse a few times.”
“You have?”
“Mary Elizabeth knows what she’s talking about.” Lady L said. “She is quite a masochist,”
Jean looked at me with interest. “Do you do this a lot?”
“Every chance I get.”
“Have you ever been seriously hurt?” she asked.
“I’ve never had to go to the hospital,” I said. “But I’ve walked around for weeks with bruises and welts on my skin.”
“Welts, from whips?” Jean asked.
“I’ve been whipped so hard that its drawn blood,” I told her.
“My God.”
“And bite marks,” added Lady L. “Don’t forget the bite marks.”
“Lots of bite marks,” I confirmed. “Usually from women.”
“From women?” Jean gasped. “You mean you submit to lesbians too?”
“I sure do,” I laughed. “And believe me, women are much more cruel than men.”
“Are there going to women here tonight?” she asked. “I mean women who will not be tied up?”
“We call them doms,” I said. “And I don’t know if any are coming or not, but if they do, and one of them buys you, better get ready to suffer.”
“I never thought about that,” Jean said. “Being forced by a woman, I mean.”
“So do you have any lesbian fantasies?” I asked.
“No, none,” she answered. “Should I tell them that? I mean, wouldn’t they prefer a girl who likes women?”
“Absolutely not,” I said. “That would only spice it up for them, dominant lesbians love to humiliate a straight woman.”
“My God.”
We were quiet for a while.
“So with your family away you decided to experience bondage?” I asked.
“That’s right,” Jean said. “After tonight I’ll never do it again.”
“This sort of thing can be addictive,” I warned.
“She’s right,” Lady L said. “It’s like a narcotic, the more you get the more you want. What happens if you like it and want more?”
“I’ve thought about that,” Jean said. “And have promised myself that even if I do like it, I will never indulge myself again. I will be a good and faithful wife for the rest of my life.”
Lady L gave me a look of disbelief and shook her head.
“How is it that you know someone who is into bondage?” I asked Jean.
“She came to the church a few years ago seeking help with alcohol and drug addiction,” Jean said. “I became her counselor and she told me about the things she has done in her life. Over the years she has been able to break her addiction to drugs and alcohol.”
“But not to bondage?” I asked.
“No, she still does that,” Jean said.
“That ought to be a warning to you,” I said.
“I hope you aren’t doing this so that you can experience bondage just to be a better counselor,” Lady L said.
“No, I want the sex,” Jean whispered. “I am a very weak person. I get very excited when my friend tells me about her experiences. I’ve lain awake nights wanting to do the things she does.”
“We understand completely,” Lady L said. “But there’s a world of difference between fantasy and actually doing something.”
“That is very true,” I added.
“It doesn’t make sense, but when she’s tied up my friend says she experiences total freedom,” Jean said. “And, well, she says she has lots of orgasms.”
“Absolutely,” I said. “That’s why its addictive.”
“Have you been doing this sort of thing long?” Jean asked me.
“Since I was a teenager,” I answered.
We were silent for a while, then Jean spoke.
“Once I did have an erotic experience about bondage, sort of.”
“Sort of?” I asked.
“The girl I counseled works as a phone sex operator,” Jean said. “I was at her apartment when she got a call from a man who wanted her to talk dirty to him and she let me listen in.”
“And she talked about bondage?”
“Yes. The man wanted her to talk like she was his prisoner. He told what he would do to her while she was tied up and she had to tell him how much she hated it. She pretended to beg for mercy.”
“You enjoyed listening in?”
“Actually I talked to him too.”
“You did?”
“She told him that she wasn’t alone and put me on the phone. The man demanded that I tell him what I was wearing and what I looked like, then he ordered me to undress.”
“Did you?” Lady L asked.
“No, but I told him I had, then he told me all the terrible torments that he wanted to do to me once he got me alone. I got very excited.”
“What did you do?” I asked.
“I pretended I was a sex prisoner and talked dirty to him.”
“Did you play with yourself?” I asked.
“Heavens no,” she blushed.
“Did you play around with your friend?” Lady L asked.
“She offered to,” Jean said. “But I couldn’t bring myself to do it.”
“What is your friend’s name?” I asked. “Maybe we know her.”
“I promised not to tell anyone who she is,” Jean said. “We agreed to pretend not to know each other tonight.”
“Ok,” Lady L said. “We respect the need for discretion.”
“Are you sure that you’ve never had sex with a woman?” I asked.
“Yes, why do you ask?”
“You probably will before the night is over,” Lady L said matter of factly. “Even if there aren’t any female dominas you can expect to be tied to another woman before they are finished with us,” Lady L said. “Men love to do that.”
“Tied to another woman in what way?”
“In the worst possible way,” Lady L answered.
“Or it could be the best possible way, depending on how strong your lesbian tendencies are, ” I laughed.
“You mean . . ?” Jean was aghast.
“Plan on being tied with your mouth to another woman’s pussy,” I said.
“And you can’t just lie there,” Lady L confirmed. “The men will expect you be to active and they have ways of seeing that you are.”
“Oh my God!”
She was quiet for a few minutes. “Have you ever been tied to other women?”
“Only about a thousand times,” I laughed. “Mom and I have been slaves for several years.”
“Ever since her father first tied us up,” Lady L added impishly.
Jean sat up and stared at us. “You are her mother?” she gasped.
“Um hmm,” I answered.
Jean’s mouth dropped open. “And you’ve actually been tied with your mouths on each other?”
Lady L leaned close, “Actually its one of our favorite things,” she said conspiratorially. “My husband has been tying us together for years.”
Jean couldn’t believe her ears. She stared in total shock for several minutes. Finally Lady L relented.
“Actually I’m not Mary Elizabeth’s mother,” she laughed. “But we have played that role many times.”
Jean looked at me for confirmation. I nodded.
“Are you lovers?” she asked. “Are you lesbians?”
“We are lovers,” Lady L said, smiling fondly at me. “And we like sex with women but we like men too.”
“So you’ve attended these type of parties before?” Jean asked.
“Yes,” I said. “And we have acted out little sex shows in front of people for years.”
“More times than I can remember,” Lady L affirmed. “Men like to watch women together, especially if they think the women are mother and daughter.”
Jean’s eyes were huge. She looked back and forth between us, almost hoping we were kidding. Finally she accepted that we weren’t.
“Would you like to hear about it?” Lady L asked.
“Yes,” Jean said in a small voice. She lay back.
“Better keep your legs apart,” I warned her. “Remember Mistress Denise’s orders.”
Jean spread her legs.
“Make yourself comfortable while I tell you about bondage, spanking, whipping and group sex,” Lady L said.
“Don’t forget cat fighting, exhibitionism and feigned incest,” I added.
Lady L proceeded to tell Jean about our escapades together.
CH 37
Lady L and I regaled Jean with our stories for over two hours. She lay back and listened intently. Her face was bright pink and her body was squirming when Mary finally interrupted us.
“What have you three been doing?” she asked.
“Telling dirty stories,” I replied.
“True ones, or lies?” she laughed. “Never mind, the things you do are so unbelievable that they have to be true.”
“Do they really do all those things?” Jean asked Mary.
“Yes,” Mary said simply.
Jean looked at us in awe.
The men started arriving and Mary showed them to the dungeon. Later the other women arrived and were brought into the house. Denise attended to them, showing them where to put their things, then seeing that they were properly restrained. Each woman was brought into the living room and ordered to lie on the floor with us.
I knew two of them, but most were strangers. They ranged in age from twenty to fifty. Some were pretty, some plain. I tried to guess which one might be Jean’s friend. I finally decided it had to be a gal with a hard bitten look and nasty attitude. She was so tough looking that it made me think she might be a prostitute.
Jean stared at them in wonder. The newcomers were quiet at first, but eventually began talking. All except the hard looking woman. She remained silent. Soon the room was full of female chatter. Denise came in and ordered us to be quiet. She left and the talk resumed immediately. She came back a few minutes later carrying a handful of gags.
Denise knelt over Lady L and buckled a gag into her mouth, then she went around the room and gagged every one of us. The tough looking woman refused to cooperate. She turned her head away and wouldn’t open her mouth. Denise struggled for a moment to get the gag in, then slapped the woman hard. The woman glared up at her then finally opened her mouth. Denise shoved the gag in and buckled it. The woman immediately made a defiant sort of snarl through her gag.
“What’s the matter Dianne? Too tight?” Denise asked.
Dianne looked up at her and slowly shook her head from side to side. Denise tightened the gag a couple of notches then looked into the woman’s eyes. Then she slowly drew back her hand and slapped Dianne across the face, hard. Dianne growled under her gag.
“Want another?” Denise asked tauntingly. Dianne nodded, never taking her eyes off Denise. Denise slapped her again. Dianne’s eyebrows rose almost mockingly, then she lay back. Denise smiled sweetly then left the room.
I looked at Lady L who shrugged and raised her eyebrows. I knew what she meant; obviously Denise and Dianne knew each other.
Finally Mr. Jones arrived with his wife. Denise brought her into the room naked, bound, and gagged. She was even hobbled and forced to mince along with baby steps. Her eyes widened at the sight of the rest of us. She was an attractive woman who took obvious pains to retain her figure. Her hair and makeup were nicely done and her skin showed the result of regular visits to a tanning salon. I shook my head at that. I knew her hairdo and makeup would be ruined by the end of the night.
Denise snapped her fingers and Mrs. Jones took her place on the floor. She sat on the couch, then slid to the floor. Her hobble made it difficult to move but she managed. She struggled to cross her ankles so she could at least spread her knees.
Her husband stood in the door. One women opened her legs a bit wider, then we all did. Jean’s legs were widest of all and she stared up at his face. He looked at each pussy carefully, then nodded appreciatively and left.
Denise came in.
“All right slave girls, here is what’s going to happen,” she said. “The men are already playing cards. I’m going to take you one by one to the dungeon and tie you to an X cross. You will wait on the crosses for about an hour, then the auction will begin. When you are bought you become the property of that man for the rest of the night. He gets to do anything he wants to you, and you have to submit. You may count on things getting rough and Mary and I will not intervene. You all agreed to a night of bondage with no limits, so if you have any reservations sit up now. I’ll release you and you may leave. You have two minutes to make up your minds, after that there will be no backing out.”
There was some nervous shuffling but no one sat up.
“I mean it,” Mary said. “If these guys get out of control there is nothing we can do to protect you.”
I knew that Mary and Denise had a couple of very large men to act as bouncers in the dungeon. They would stay out of sight unless they were needed, but the other women didn’t know that.
Several women looked around nervously. There were some worried noises from gagged mouths. Dianne looked around contemptuously, then thrust out her breasts.
Denise looked down at Dianne. “I know you can’t wait,” she said. “But not all these girls are as sluttish as you.”
Dianne opened her legs wider and made humping motions with her pelvis.
Denise looked at Jean. “This is your last chance to back out,” she warned.
Jean was trembling so much that her breasts jiggled, but she looked up at Denise and shook her head.
Denise shrugged and pointed to Mrs. Jones. “All right, you’re first.”
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