Party
by windweave
 She had spent all
day getting ready for the party. The house was clean, including
the kitchen, which was a major accomplishment. Showered, shaved,
and scented, per Master's directions. Master had left a note
before he went to work, with directions on how to arrange
the house and dress. She wore his preferred neglegee - deep
forest green stretch lace bodice, with a sheer handkerchief
skirt - and no undergarments, of course. Windy wore her ankle
bracelet that he had given her to remind her of her position,
and carefully fastened on her deep green leather wrist cuffs.
Small diamond earrings completed her outfit.
Just then, she
heard the car door close outside. Running down the stairs,
she knelt in the position to greet him as he entered the house
- thighs parted, rear in the air, forehead to the floor, arms
out alongside her head.
"Good evening,
wench." His deep voice sent a thrill through her. She
heard him moving around, putting his briefcase down, and then
she knew he was in front of her again. Two firm hands reached
down to her shoulders, raising her up on her knees. A gentle
lift of her chin, and she looked into the loving eyes of her
Master.
"Welcome home,
Master. Your humble slave awaits your command, Sir."
Windy held out her "dress" collar to him, and shuddered
with pleasure as he fastened it around her neck.
She watched him
smile as he looked at her, and around the house.
"You have
done well, wench. Go make sure the food is ready for our guests
while I make myself comfortable."
Bowing down, she
said, "Yes, Master." He raised her to her feet,
kissed her mouth firmly and deeply, and sent her off toward
the kitchen with a not-so-gentle swat to her behind.
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By the time the
guests began to arrive, Windy's stomach was fluttering. This
was the first party she and her Master had hosted together,
although her Master had hosted parties before they had met.
She knelt in the presentation position, resting back on her
heels, thighs parted, eyes down, hands resting softly on her
thighs, back erect and breasts out. Only four couples were
attending the party, and Windy had met all of them, so as
they arrived she relaxed somewhat.
After a period
of socializing, Master invited them all down to the basement
playroom. As the rest of the couples got comfortable in the
various chairs arranged around the room, she heard his voice.
"Wench. Here. Now."
There was an edge
to his voice Windy was not familiar with. It sent a tremor
through her body, and only concentration kept her in control.
Kneeling at his feet, erect, breasts thrust out, hands clasped
behind her back, eyes down, she whispered, "How may this
humble slave please you, Sir?"
Suddenly, his hand
firmly grasped her hair at the back of her head. Windy gasped
as he pulled her head up to look at him.
"What did
you say, wench? I don't think our guests heard you."
His voice was much colder than usual, and he noticed a glimmer
of fear enter her eyes.
She licked her
lips, and said, in a normal voice, "How may this humble
slave please you, Sir?" There was only a slight tremble
to her voice, and she briefly wondered why he was treating
her this way in front of company.
Pulling Windy's
hair again, he raised her to her feet. She kept her eyes down,
completely off guard. "Go get the suede flogger. Now."
Obediently she
went to the toychest, pulling out the thick suede flogger.
She walked back, feeling herself getting wetter & wetter
with each step. When she reached him, she knelt, and kissing
the flogger, she presented it to him, head down, arms outstretched.
Still in the same
edged voice, he ordered her over to the frame. Windy complied,
instantly, wondering what had come over him. With her back
turned to the room, he yanked her neglegee off. Then he attached
her wrist cuffs to the hooks in the upper corners, leaving
her naked creamy skin uncovered and cold.
Eyes closed, she
waited, drifting closer and closer to that separated space.
She could hear rustling behind her, as the other subs moved
to please their Doms during this display.
His voice was very
loud, right beside her ear. "What are you, wench?"
"Your wet
slut, Master," Windy replied. *THWACK*! The tails
of the flogger thudded against her naked ass. She made a soft
moan in the back of her throat, but otherwise managed to stand
still.
"I don't think
people heard you, wench," He said. Windy licked her lips
and tried again.
"I am Your
wet slut, Master," she said, louder. *THWACK*
! Flogger met thighs with a deep, sensual sound.
"I don't think
you're wet enough. Gentlemen, may I get your opinion?"
She heard this, and a slight tremor ran through her body.
The others? He was inviting the others to use her? Windy knew
they'd discussed it, but she didn't really think he'd do it
at her first party.
Warm, long fingers
probed her wet pussy. Windy knew it wasn't her Master, but
she didn't know which of the others it was. Abruptly the fingers
withdrew, and a different hand took their place.
These fingers caressed
her slit and her swollen lips. She couldn't hold back the
soft moan that escaped her lips as sensations rose from her
clit through her body, hardening her nipples and making goosebumps
rise on her nude flesh.
*THWACK*!
The flogger fell heavily on her shoulders. Again she softly
cried out as these fingers were rudely removed from her sex.
*THWACK*! and her Master's voice in her ear.
"Did I give
you permission to cry out, wench?"
"No, Master,"
Windy replied, biting her lip in frustration.
"I didn't
think so, " He said coldly, and she felt tears welling
up in her eyes.
Roughly He released
her from the hooks. Windy prostrated herself in front of him,
begging forgiveness.
Firmly he raised
her to her knees. He reached out to the side, and he was handed
nipple clamps and a chain, which he attached to her erect
nipples. She softly shuddered, and bit her lip to the exquisite
pain.
With a gesture,
he indicated she should remove his pants. She did so, and
put her hands back behind her. He sat in a comfortable chair,
and leading her by the chain, guided her into position to
pleasure him orally.
Windy took his
erect member into her mouth, licking it eagerly, up and down
the full length. She was not allowed to use her hands during
this procedure, and so moved her head vigorously. She slid
his warm penis deep into her mouth, taking him as deeply as
she dared down her throat, knowing there would be hell to
pay if she gagged. As she sucked, she could feel her own wetness
running down her inner thighs. A warm tingling continued to
spread out in waves from her clit.
Another pair of
hands parted her ass cheeks, revealing her puckered hole.
Fingers stroked her slit, spreading her juices up to her rear
entry and back. Windy was floating, off in sub space, when
she felt the filling sensation of a large butt plug being
inserted in her now moist hole. Windy could feel her muscles
stretching, and the sensations caused a muffled moan. Master
used the flogger on her back, but it was a gentle thud as
he was beginning to moan some himself.
There were the
delightful sounds around the room of people engaged in pleasurable
acts. Windy could hear these with a corner of her mind, but
she was thoroughly engrossed in what she was doing
Involuntarily,
her hips began to move, rocking in rhythm with her busy mouth.
Her back tingled as Master began to lightly flog her in the
same rhythm. It was if they had become one person, all moving
in conjunction with some unheard drum. Faster and faster they
moved, back and forth, with Windy exerting every bit of control
she had to keep from climaxing without permission.
Master gave one
last throb, and cried out as he climaxed in her mouth. She
swallowed every ounce given to her, and licked up every drop
of moisture around his cock.
With a silent gesture,
he directed her to move around, on all fours, ass in the air.
He moved the butt plug back and forth, and she made a gutteral
noise. Master began to systematically stroke the cheeks of
her ass with the flogger, one side and then the other, faster
and faster. Reading her mind, (or so it always seemed to Windy)
he gently said, "You may come now, wench." At that
moment, he pulled the butt plug out of her orifice, and Windy
went into powerful convulsions, trembling uncontrollably.
As Windy curled
up on the floor, still shuddering periodically, she felt Masterís
strong arms pick her up, and he cradled her on his lap like
a child, softly stroking her hair.
A voice reached
Windy through the haze of sub space. "You have an excellently
trained slave."
And with a voice
full of love and care, Master said, "Yes, I do."
Windy smiled. Master
was pleased.
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