"Mmm," he said.
Gary slowly, but firmly, pulled me in, and then back out, coaxing me to take in the head of his cock. Thankfully, he didn't try to force it too far in at first. I had this fear that I would gag, and that would have been so humiliating! I wanted so badly to please him.
Oh god…and I wanted him to fuck me too!
He probably forced me to suck his cock for another two minutes or so. For two minutes, there was just us in the dark. Just me staring into his unreadable, dark eyes as they stared deeply back into mine. Then, finally, he pulled out and spoke again.
"I can't stand it anymore," he said. "Get up."
He tugged at the belt, forcing me back up and onto my feet.
He pulled the belt again like a leash and led me to the bed.
He kissed me passionately again. Only this time, he bit down on my lower lip. Hard. So hard I yelped.
Then he pushed me.
My knees buckled against the edge of the bed and I fell backwards onto it.
Gary roughly pulled me up a little so that my head was behind the pillow.
"Condoms?" he asked.
"I…don't think I have any," I stammered.
I felt a bit pathetic admitting that. It had been such a long time since I'd needed any. I couldn't even remember the last time I'd shared my bed with anyone.
He seemed to smile at this, almost in satisfaction.
He disappeared outside the room for a few moments, leaving me there on the bed. My hands felt a little numb behind me now. My neck felt a little bit choked, but in a way that was obviously turning me on. My panties felt so wet I wondered if I'd just gone swimming and had somehow forgotten!
Gary returned with a packet. He tore it open and covered his massive, erect cock with it.
He climbed onto the bed. Finally, he peeled off my panties.
I breathed heavily now. I was so ready for him to take me I ached.
Gary climbed on top of me and began to slowly push his cock into my pussy.
I had expected it to hurt, but it slid in so easily! It felt like his amazing cock had been made just for me! I let out a gasp of both shock and delight.
"Oh…god…sir…" I whimpered. "You feel so…fucking…good."
"You feel fucking amazing," he responded. "And you look fucking amazing."
"Thank you, sir…"
He thrust in and out. It was slow at first, with an animalistic look on his face. One of his hands felt around at my face and throat, while the other gripped the pillow behind me as leverage to force himself in and out of me. It was the first time I'd ever felt so completely possessed by a man. It was too much for me. I could feel a major orgasm coming on, and it was going to be violent. And I was going to be very loud!
"Oh god, I'm going to come," I moaned.
"Not without permission you're not," he warned.
"Please, sir, please do I have permission to come?" I whimpered.
"No, just wait."
I couldn't wait. Everything about this position just made me so fucking hot. I came. Hard. And I screamed.
Until he slapped me. Hard. Across the face. That shut me up. I stared back at him in a combination of fear, anger and lust.
"Wait for permission, next time" he said.
There's going to be a next time? I remember thinking. The thought made me feel overjoyed. I really wanted there to be a next time. Because really, no man was going to be able to satisfy me after this. I knew I'd just been spoiled forever.
"Yes Sir!" I laughed.
"What are you smiling about?" he said.
"This is the best fucking sex I've ever had," I moaned.
Evidently this was the right answer, because he began grunting immediately. He made a face that harkened back to another time—maybe a time when we didn't have so many rules and formalities—and men like Gary took what they wanted, and women like me loved it!
I felt his huge cock pulsate inside me. There was a part of me that wondered what it would feel like without the condom. I wanted to feel his powerful cock squirt inside me! The thought drove me so wild, that I came again.
After we both finished climaxing, he slowed, then rolled off me.
He untied my hands.
We talked for awhile. Now that all that sexual tension between us gone, we both seemed to be so much more at ease.
"There's something special about you, Kayla Grace," he said, stroking my hair gently.
We exchanged a smile.
I felt so safe then, there in bed on that first night with him. It was like he was two people. One who was fond of me, the way a nice boy is sweet on a nice girl, and one who wanted to make that girl into a dirty slut who screamed for more dirty sex! And I was in love with both of them.
We fell asleep together in my cozy bed. I slept better that night than I had in years. I don't know if I really knew, back then, that it would be a lifelong thing. But I certainly hoped it would be.
****
I still touch myself when I think about our first night together. It seems a lifetime ago now. We've certainly come a long way since then. He's had ample time to train me, during our last two years of marriage. Master has been slowly been breaking me. Molding me. Reshaping me. Yes, I call him 'Master' now. At least when we're within the confines of the mansion. Especially when I'm in confines, if you get my meaning. He's slowly been preparing me for something, though for what, I was only about to find out.
It wasn't until just half an hour ago that I learned what Master had planned for me this evening. Even now, I'm not entirely sure how deep exactly this scenario is going to go.
We were upstairs in the bedroom, getting ready for the party. I'd just put on a coquettish French maid's dress for the occasion—something I already thought was suitably humiliating for the occasion.
"How do I look?" I asked Master, as he adjusted his bow tie. He would, of course, be wearing a tuxedo while hosting the party. He looked good in it. I beam with pride whenever I look at him now, knowing he's mine. Or I suppose more accurately, i am His.
He kissed me.
Then he groped at my breasts. I purred with pleasure.
"Take it off," he said.
The old me would have asked what he had planned, but the new me knew better than to question Master. I stripped it off without hesitation.
"The bra and panties too," he said.
I bit my lip and did as I was told. I sort of wanted him right then. It was amazing how quickly he could raise that desire in me now, just by the commanding tone of his voice. I was so ready to be fucked.
"Put this on," he said.
He handed me the teeny, tiny latex bikini we'd bought together a few months back. It looked good on me, and fit me well. It was like a tiny, form-fitting glove for my tits and crotch. But it was so skimpy! It just barely covered my lady parts.
I put it on, and then coyly and demurely looked over my shoulder at him. He smiled.
"Perfect," he said with a devilish smile.
He brought out the black, leather, lace-up monoglove armbinder, and began to fasten it onto me, pinning my arms behind my back. He laced it up—quite tightly—I could feel my elbows getting pressed together. This was something we had had to build up to gradually. It had taken a lot of yoga and stretching before I was finally able do this, but then when I saw the way Master looked at me—so proud and so full of predatory lust—once I could do it, it had all seemed worth it.
"You'll want some nice shoes to add to the ensemble. Add some color. Here, wear these."
He took out my red three-inch stilettos, which close with a strap at the top—which he obviously had to help me with, given that my arms were now bound—and then I was wearing my shoes.
"There. Now you've got a little more height."
Master still towered over me, as I'm not very tall, but these shoes did still make me feel a little more powerful. Plus, I loved the way they made my legs look. Or rather, I knew Master loved the way they made my legs look. I suppose that was all that matter
ed.
Then he took out a black collar and clasped it around my neck. He looped a short leash through it—which hung down in a neat little loop he could fit a few fingers through—which hung just past my belly button.
"There," he said. "You look so hot right now—I just want to fuck you."
"So what's stopping you, Master?" I said with a sultry smile as I bit my lip.
He returned a mischievous smile.
"Oh, there will be time for that later, doll. But first, there's so much we need to do."
I looked at him imploringly.
"The party's in fifteen minutes," I said. "If you didn't want to fuck me now, then…"
He smiled. "You're going to make so many people happy tonight, doll." He leaned in close to my ear. "Me most of all."
"Master, you can't…"
He raised an eyebrow at me. I should have chosen my words better. I can't tell him what he can't do. And the look he gave me told me I knew better. And I did know better. But still…
"…You can't seriously expect me to go to the party looking like this," I objected.
He grabbed the loop of the leash and pulled my in close so that our faces were inches apart.
"I expect you to do exactly as you're told, slave."
"Yes, Master," I said, looking down.
I felt stupid for saying anything. But also feeling fear at what was to come. I was so exposed like this. I loved it when Master saw my body like this, loved the way it drove him wild with desire. But I didn't want others to see me like this. But if Master wanted it…and if I wanted to please Master, then…
"We're going to play a little game, doll. This is something I've wanted to do for a long time. You may not have realized this, Kayla, but you've been training for this your whole life. At least our whole married life."
Master Gary ran his hands up and down my quivering body. I ached with a desire for him to ravish me. My pussy ached for his deft fingers and his big, hard, perfect cock. But I was beginning to realize that it was going to be a very long night. What did he have in store for me I wondered?
So he told me.
The rules were simple.
Tonight, I was to be everyone's slave. Not just his. Everyone's. Anyone at the party who wanted to have fun with me, touch me, or use me, could do so. I had to comply. I was to go down with him, to the party, in front of all those people. I would be gagged too. And I would mingle with the crowd, and whosoever wanted to touch me, he told me, would likely be polite and ask. But that was a formality apparently, for I wasn't permitted to turn anyone down, no matter what they looked like, and no matter what they asked of me. No act was too depraved. If I was asked, I had to nod ascent. That was all I was allowed to do. I was everyone's slave, and as Master always says, when a slave is asked to do something, she obeys.
"But Master, what if a man wants…you know…" I said.
"Wants what? Be specific, doll."
"What if he wants to…you know…fuck me?"
"Then you let him fuck you."
"You can't be serious," I said.
He put one hand behind my neck and the other around my throat, and pulled me close to his face.
"Don't I look serious?" he asked.
I gasped, then sighed out a response.
"Yes, Master."
"Good," he said.
"But Master, what if someone…is really hurting me?"
His expression softened.
"No one is going to hurt you, doll," he said. "They've been members of the BDSM community long enough to understand the concept of safe, sane and consensual. And you will of course be consenting, won't you?"
"Yes, Master."
"Besides, even if they don't fully understand the rules, they wouldn't dare really hurt you. They know who you are. And some of them are quite looking forward to this."
Wait, what?
"They knew about this?"
"Of course," he chuckled. "Some of my friends have confessed to how badly they would love a chance to play with you. To dominate you. To take you. What kind of friend would I be if I wasn't willing to share?"
He walked back to the bedside table and then took out a red ball-gag.
"Now, open wide," he said.
"Wait," I said.
There was maybe a little more desperation in my voice than I liked. I wanted to object, but at the same time, I didn't want to contradict Master. Master must have read the panic on my face, because he stopped, and his voice softened.
"Kayla," he said, "honey, I love you. I won't make you do this. If this goes beyond your limits, that's fine. I'm sorry. I thought you were ready. I still do. But if you want to back out, that's fine, but I know there's a part of you that really wants to do this. That your inner submissive wants to take her relationship to the next level and be a submissive I can share. I know that deep down, you'll enjoy doing this. Primarily because I can promise you that I'm going to thoroughly enjoy watching you get swarmed by all my horny friends at the party."
And that was all the convincing I needed. Hearing him say all of this—the sweet boy coming out for just a moment—was all I needed to hear. Now I really did feel ready.
"Okay," I said.
"Okay what?"
"Okay, Master," I said.
He let out a laugh. "Okay Master what?"
"Okay, Master, I'll do it? I'll be a good slave for anyone who wants to use and abuse me at your party while you watch."
"Good girl," he said. "Now, open wide."
****
So there I was, at the beginning of the party, bound, gagged, and covered by little more than a latex bikini. I was alone, at a party filled with my husband's friends. I felt like a piece of food that had been left unattended, with a horde of flies circling around me.
I looked up at the landing. My husband stood up there, looking powerful in his tux, watching over me. I felt I would be safe as long as he was watching me, but I didn't know about all these people. That's when I noticed that I wasn't just being ogled by his male friends. I was being ogled by some of the women too. Even, I realized to my horror, his dominatrix ex, Mei Wen.
Remember Mei Wen? She was the Asian supermodel I first saw him with, way back three years ago when I was nothing more than a coat check girl. Now I was Gary's trophy wife, and I knew—from every interaction I had had with Mei ever since—that she resented me for it. I feared that now, she was about to get her chance at some serious revenge. I had heard that she could be quite the cruel mistress. Back in the early days of dating Gary, the two of them had usually found some submissive to torment until they couldn't stand it any longer. Then they fucked each other. It had become a point of contention for her, because he would stare at their submissive while they fucked. He had confessed that he had loved Mei for a time. But in the end, he'd had to admit that they weren't exactly compatible. They were both pure dominants. Then he met me, and it all changed. And Mei—who should have moved on—instead developed a serious grudge.
I looked up at Master again.
If things get too bad down here—if I'm distressed—you'll come to my rescue, right?
But alas, all I could do was look up at him longingly with my eyes, my mouth gagged, such as it was.
"Hello, Kayla," came a friendly voice. It was Chet. Remember Chet? Gary's limo driver? I hadn't expected to see him at the party, given the nature of their professional relationship. But then again, I had realized—through talking to him over the years—that he and Gary went way back. All the way back to high school, actually. He and Gary apparently used to get up to quite a bit of mischief together, back in the day.
Chet's quite the heartthrob himself, actually. He's tall, like Master Gary, and shares this almost unwavering expression of confidence on his face. He's also black, for what that's worth. He's gone bald too, though in the sexiest way; he shaves his head and it just makes him look all the more confident. And evidently, he's quite built. Usually when I see him, he's wearing a suit and hat when chaperoning me around town. But now,
seeing him in a muscle shirt, I couldn't help but see he was really quite the muscular stud himself.
"Mff," I said.
I nodded, with a nervous smile probably apparent on my face. I was clearly going to have issues being coherent with this gag in my mouth. I gathered that was the point. My interactions with people—for the most part—the imposing of will would be one-way. They would talk, I would listen. They would dispense, I would receive. They would command. I would obey.
"So, did Gary tell you everything?"
I nodded.
"And let me guess. He told you like, fifteen minutes ago."
I smiled and nodded again.
"That's Gary Bennett for you," he said, in his deep, sexy voice. "I mean, look at him," he said, gesturing his head up to Gary who seemed to watch over the whole party he was hosting like some kind of overseer. Well, I guess in a way, he technically was the overseer. "Hasn't changed a bit over the years has he? What I'd do with all his hair. Or his money. Or you," he added with a smile.
Chet eyed me up and down. It was an odd feeling. I'd never thought of Chet in that way before. I mean, he's really handsome, sure. Had I noticed? Of course! But he'd always been just our chauffeur. But now, feeling his eyes on me like that—smiling at me like I was something wonderful he wanted to possess—I realized he was also man, with his own urges. And I liked it! It was actually really hot! He'd probably thought about me a lot over the years, I realized. Probably stolen some glances at me in the back seat when I wasn't looking. This realization was making me a bit wet for him…which was strange because before this moment, I never would have looked at any man who wasn't my sexy husband. But now…
"Listen," he said. "I know this all seems pretty sudden and all. But Gary…he used to do this kind of thing all the time. The old Gary. The old Gary I can see coming back. Back when we were in college, we used to share a lot of things. A lot. Of. Things. He changed a lot when he met you, you know."
He did? I thought. I had never realized that. I mean, I had sure changed a whole lot. But I wouldn't have thought I could change Master. He was always a rock to me. My rock. Who was also hard as a rock…
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