Shadow of Doubt

by Sir Nathan

  “He made me kneel up in my seat facing backwards and slide my plug up my ass!”

  “Oh my God!” cried Leah, giggling. “He didn’t!”

  “Yep. And I had to wear it the whole time I was at the beach!”

  “No way!” cried Sandy, doubling over backwards.

  “In a bikini? God! Was it a thong?” shrieked Amy-Lee.

  “YES!”

  “What about sand?” asked Fi. “Ouch.”

  “I don’t like things in my ass,” said Sapphire.

  “Except my tongue. Right, little one?” Georgina said, tugging her hair.

  Well, everyone’s jaw dropped and we all looked at Georgina with our mouths open. She never said stuff like that, at least not when I’ve been around. Then the deathly silence was broken by unrestrained laughter. Poor Sapphire went redder than I think I’ve ever been and we were all apologising, but oh goodness the tears were rolling down our cheeks. Georgina was even chuckling and I thought I could see a little blush in her cheeks too.

  Soon enough we all settled down again and Martelle asked to see the bikini I wore. “Um ... I don’t have it on,” I replied.

  “You don’t? Where is it?” she asked, smirking again.

  “It’s in the beach bag,” I said, blushing and thinking about how scandalous they’d all think it was.

  “I’ll get it!” said Leah, who took off for the kitchen and was back in a flash. I rummaged through the bag and found the bottoms, holding them up between my fingers.

  “That’s not a bikini! That’s tissue paper!” laughed Olga.

  “I’d buy that as lingerie!” said Denise.

  “You can see right through it,” added Leah. “I can’t believe you wore that on a public beach.”

  “I know!”

  “Weren’t you embarrassed?” asked Fi.

  “God, yes,” I managed to say. “Between wearing this and being plugged, I was pretty far gone for most of the day.”

  “But you don’t have it on now, do you? So what happened?” asked Martelle again.

  “I took it off. In the car park!”

  “No way!” cried Leah.

  “Oh, my God! Shannon!” laughed Amy-Lee.

  “Add one butt plug ... instant slut!” giggled Denise. We all cracked up again and I think the margueritas were doing their job. I was starting to feel much more relaxed. I was even starting to enjoy being the centre of attention. Like I’d done stuff others hadn’t. It was kind of fun!

  “I think you left something out,” said Martelle.

  “I did?” I asked innocently.

  “You didn’t actually wear your bikini bottoms to the beach, did you?”

  “No, Ma’am. Oh, my God. You won’t believe this! I had to hang them from the mirror all the way to the beach, and when we got there, I had to ask this hunky young surfer guy to help me put them on!”

  “No way! I don’t believe it!” squealed Fi.

  “Johan made you do that? Oh, my God!” laughed Leah.

  “It was so exciting. I was shaking like a leaf!”

  “And where did you go after the beach?” Martelle asked mercilessly.

  “We um ...” I whispered. “We went to Ernie’s.”

  “That’s a strip club, isn’t it?” asked Leah.

  “Yep.”

  “I’ve never been to one before,” said Denise.

  “Me either,” chimed in Amy-Lee.

  “I have, it was fun!” squeaked Sapphire.

  “But did you dance there?” I asked, grabbing back the spotlight.

  “Don’t tell me you danced in a strip club?” asked Martelle, with a wicked grin on her face. “Naked?”

  “Um, no. I um, I didn’t take off my clothes.”

  “So you danced in a strip club, but you didn’t strip.”

  “Yes, Ma’am.” I blushed. You see, I was dressed just like this and had my plug in my um, my ass. It was nasty and hot but strangely tasteful and safe.”

  “Safe?”

  “Yes, Ma’am. I wasn’t ready to take my clothes off in front of strangers.”

  “I see ... Well even so, I can’t see how it could have been a very good dance, without taking off your clothes. Why don’t you show us?”

  “Oh, do I have to?” I whined. “I’m all sandy and salty and”

  “I said, I’d like to see the dance please, Shannon,” asked Martelle, frowning. I gulped and stood up while Leah went over to the stereo, giggling madly. She turned it up loud and I blushed scarlet. “Give her some room!” Martelle called out, and the subbies all scooted backward on their cushions. Fi even pulled the coffee table out of the way. “Dance! Come on!” urged Martelle, starting to clap. Soon they were all clapping and I sighed and started dancing. I was shimmying and bumping and grinding and trying to get into it. I even tried some of the moves I’d seen the other girls do. I had to put on a good show or they wouldn’t believe I danced at Ernie’s, let alone danced sexy and had money thrown at me and that woman wiped a fifty over my wet cunt and stuck it in my mouth and ...

  The music was thumping and my imagination was kicking in as my friends’ wooohoooed and clapped in time with the beat. Leah turned down the overhead lights in the big room and turned one of the wall lights on me and was almost like I was back there. I wished I had a pole!

  Squinting through the light as I danced, I saw Leah kneeling next to Martelle. Martelle leaned down and whispered something in her ear. Leah then tapped Debbie on the shoulder and pointed at me, saying something I couldn’t hear. Debbie looked up to Martelle and nodded slowly. Then she stood up and walked between Sapphire and Fi to join me on the ‘stage’.

  I was wondering what was going on as Debbie slipped her arms around my waist and pressed her breasts into mine. In moments we were swaying together and bumping pubic bones. Her hard nipples rubbed across my chest and when they caught on mine, I purred. It felt so good and I was wishing I’d seen two of the girls from Ernie’s dancing together so I would have known what to do. Catcalls started again when I slid my hands down from Debbie’s hips onto her ass and pulled her into me.

  When Sapphire whistled loudly, I stuck my tongue out at her. She had always playfully said I was wasted on a man and she winked at me like she always did. I was distracted by a movement in her lap and realised she was stroking her pussy while watching us! I couldn’t believe it. She was being more brazen than I was! A thought hit me like a train. She was doing it because we were turning her on! I was just about to say something when Debbie kissed me insistently, devouring me with her sucking and licking mouth. Her hands groped my ass too as we ground against each other.

  I swooned in the arms of another woman for the first time in my life. Her skin and hands were soft and she smelled divine and God, she could kiss. She gripped my ass tightly and pulled my legs either side of her thigh. Her skin was as slippery as my wet little cunt in moments and I groaned as my eyelids fluttered. I was starting to get really turned on and tried to focus on my friends, wondering what they would think if I came right in front of them. I was almost there.

  With one hand, Debbie turned my face to kiss me again, but before she did, I saw Fi blushing and Leah licking her lips. Licking her lips? Oh my God. In my fantasies, I always hoped it would be with Leah. Maybe she always wanted to do this with me too? Debbie’s mouth consumed me again and my thoughts faded into oblivion. She kissed so aggressively and yet softly, it was demanding and she did this thing with her tongue that made my mind swirl. My clit was crushed and throbbing and I flexed my thighs, grasping Debbie’s thigh between them and squeezing even tighter. She wedged one hand under me from behind to keep a good grip and I was so wet her fingers pushed straight into me!

  “Ohhh, Goddd,” I moaned into her neck as she firmly took my breast in her other hand and pinched my nipple hard. I was seconds from coming when the song stopped and everyone stood up and cheered wildly. Gasping for air, I couldn’t believe I had juices running down my thighs all over again. Once the cheering died down, Debbie gave me a p
eck on the cheek and left me standing there on wobbly legs.

  “Go and have a shower, Shannon. You must be feeling very dirty,” Martelle said.

  “She can’t help it, she’s a naughty girl,” said Leah, returning to the group after turning down the stereo.

  “She dances in strip clubs!” Sandy squeaked. Everyone giggled as the lights came up.

  “Leah. Take her,” directed Martelle. I swallowed as Leah approached and took me by the elbow. Olga placed fresh margueritas in our hands and Leah led me upstairs. I was getting so smashed I was glad I had Leah to lean on.

  We entered the main bathroom and she fixed a shower for me. After slipping my pink top over my head, I wormed my skirt over my hips and kicked it at the laundry basket. “Leah, is there anything going on I should know about?” I asked, standing by the shower and cocking my hip unsteadily.

  “Uh huh! It’s going to be your job to help Olga demonstrate the toys. It is a toy party, remember?” she explained, turning me around and pushing me under the freezing cold water.

  “Ahhh! Leah!” I squealed and squirmed. After that I didn’t get a word in edgeways. She grabbed shampoo and washed my hair thoroughly. She was so fast, working without regard to my comfort. I had to shut my eyes and mouth to keep the lather out of them. She rinsed and rinsed and the icy water flowed over my body, invigorating my skin. Then she scrubbed me firmly from head to foot with a scrubbing brush. She was really rough but very quick and the only thing she said the whole time was, “This is for your own good.” I must have looked like a drowned rat, standing shivering in the shower cubicle while Leah grabbed a thick fluffy towel.

  She soon had me buffed dry and sitting in front of my vanity. She brushed my wet hair and tied it in a ponytail and it dripped down my back. She put blush on my nipples and they puckered. “Put your hands behind your back.”

  I looked at her in the mirror. “Why?”

  “Because Martelle told me to cuff you. I also remember Johan telling you to do as Martelle says.”

  Leah crouched down and I didn’t resist as I felt her attaching fur-lined leather cuffs to my wrists, clipping them to each other. “Please, Leah,” I said desperately. “This is me talking. Your best friend!”

  “Stand up,” she said, ignoring me. “Let me take a look at you.” I did as she asked, pushing back the stool with the back of my calves.

  “Leah? Please?”

  She paid no attention, dropping to her knees and attaching matching cuffs to each of my ankles. It was really weird looking down at her, sitting back on her ankles and gazing at my pussy with a satisfied look on her face. I could feel how wet I was and tried to hide it by squeezing my thighs together. It wasn’t a good move. She stood and put her hands on my shoulders, looking me straight in my eyes. “Shannon, I’ve been wanting to see you like this for so long,” she said, sliding her hands slowly down my arms, almost to my elbows, then back up again. “I think we all have.”

  “Who? I-I mean, why?”

  She glanced down, a lingering glance that meandered back up to my eyes. I felt more than naked. She whispered, “Because you are so fucking untouchable.” She reached out and drew a nail around my nipple.

  Mesmerised by her forwardness, I watched as my nipple lengthened and hardened, little bumps rising on my areola. “Ohh ...” I gasped involuntarily.

  “Look at you. You are fucking gorgeous, Shannon. And you don’t even know it. Oh, you know you are pretty. But you are so reserved ...” Resting her fingertips on my hip, her touch was so light, and so gentle. She whispered breathlessly, “You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, honey.” She reached up with her other hand and gently rolled my nipple as I held my breath. She licked her lips before continuing. “I think all of the girls downstairs have, at one point or another, wondered what you might be like.” She plucked each nipple firmly, making them throb.

  “Ohhh ...” I breathed.

  “I bet every one of them has wanted to see you naked. Except maybe Fi.” She smiled. “She’s the only one who doesn’t admit to being at least ... bi-curious.”

  “Are y-you bi-curious too?” I asked quietly, wetting the inside of my dry mouth with my tongue.

  “Well, I’m Shannon-curious.”

  “I-I’m Leah-curious,” I whispered.

  She smiled and leaned into me, slipping her arms around me and pressing her lips against mine. My mouth opened to her gently caressing tongue. She was sweet and mmmmmmm ... God, I’d never been kissed so gently. Her soft hands held my hips and I could feel her nails pressing into my skin. It was all I could do not to moan aloud as my pussy gushed. My nipples ached and my legs felt weak.

  “Oh, Leah, please ...” I breathed. I wanted to ask her to make me cum, but I just couldn’t do it. Wasn’t this wrong?

  “Please what, dirty girl,” she asked, flicking her eyes downward then stepping back and pointing. “What’s this? Have you made a mess of yourself?”

  Shamelessly she reached out and ran her fingers through my glistening cunt. “Ohhh ...” I moaned, unable to think. I pushed my hips forward, trying to follow her fingers but they were gone. My mouth was open and my face felt hot. I watched astonished as her fingers came up to her mouth. She hesitated for just a moment, then slid them into her mouth, closing her eyes and moaning softly.

  I barely had time to swallow before she had withdrawn them and winked at me. “I’ve always wanted to know how you tasted,” she said. “And now I know.” I almost asked her if she liked it. God, I was so horny. “Come on, let’s go,” she suddenly decided.

  “But my clothes?” I protested.

  She took me by the elbow, guiding me out and down the hall towards the stairs. “What do you need clothes for?” she asked mockingly. “And how is Olga going to demonstrate the toys for us if you’re wearing clothes?” Leah giggled. It suddenly struck me that I was about to be naked in front of my friends for the first time in my life. At the top of the stairs, Leah stopped and turned me toward her. “Now you just be a good little submissive and do as you are told. You’re good at that, aren’t you Shannon?” she asked, smiling deviously.

  “Yes, Leah,” was the only thing I could think to say. Everyone would know I was turned on straight away. My nipples were so hard and my thighs were shiny with my juices. It was utterly obvious and I was breathing hard, adrenaline pumping through my veins as we started down the stairs. I had no idea how they might react.

  The coffee table was back in place and everyone was relaxing, chatting away. It was like the dancing had never happened. Under my breath I cursed the air conditioning as my nipples screwed tighter. On the low table was a vast array of toys, and Olga stopped rearranging them as we entered. Leah guided me to the edge of the group and I looked at the floor, peeking through my lashes. They all stopped talking to look at us. “Shannon says she would be delighted to be involved in the demo,” she announced, releasing my elbow and taking her cushion, leaving me standing there.

  “That’s wonderful,” said Georgina, looking down at Sapphire kneeling beside her. “Isn’t that wonderful, pet?”

  “Oh, yes, Mistress,” she replied, giggling.

  “What are you doing?” Martelle asked evenly. As one, they all turned to look at me.

  “Huh?” I mumbled unintelligently.

  “Do you have ants in your pants?” Martelle asked seriously.

  “I um,” I said, hesitating. I didn’t want to admit to anything!

  “She isn’t wearing any pants,” Leah teased. They all giggled and I blushed, biting my lip.

  Smirking, Martelle nodded in my direction. “She seems to like being naked.”

  They all looked me over, nodding and commenting on my body. I was so red I must have looked like I was about to explode. Eleven sets of eyes, and they all looked hungry. I’d never seen that look from a woman before. Not like this. Not like ... prey. My world folded in on itself as I looked from face to face. Even Fiona had a strange look in her eyes. Her gaze was riveted between my legs and I looked dow
n. Oh, my God, I thought. My clitty is sticking out! Hot humiliation prickled my skin. I was shamelessly turned on in front of them.

  Olga stood and handed out brochures to everyone but me. Instead she gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you for helping me today, Shannon. You can pick out a toy later, on the house.” She chuckled and everyone joined in nervously as they glanced up from their glossy brochures.

  “Th-Thank you,” I answered idiotically.

  Then she began. She was quite good at explaining how to order and where to mark the item numbers on the back of the brochures. She was very professional the way she commanded everyone’s attention and told them this was a toy party and not a BDSM party. A few of the girls whined and giggled, and I couldn’t help but smile. Olga began talking about lubes and everyone but me got to taste the strawberry one. Olga explained there was a whole variety of flavours, and to check the list for any that might catch the eye.

  “Mmmmm ... Mango,” said Debbie, and everyone giggled again.

  “Guava!” shrieked Amy-Lee.

  “You have about an hour, Olga. Cut to the chase,” said Martelle as everyone settled down.

  “Okay, okay,” said Olga. “Now for some demonstrations. I’d like to show you one of the new models of body massagers on the market.” She picked up a huge white thing that looked like a miniature baseball bat with the ball stuck on the end. I giggled at the thought that it looked like something they’d take into outer space.

  “Anything you’d like to share, Shannon?” asked Helen, sternly. Everyone looked at me.

  I blushed all over again and thought better of it. “No, Ma’am.”

  Before Olga could begin again, Martelle stood up and walked over to Johan’s big black recliner. He rests his feet on a large black leather ottoman, and Martelle was struggling to move it. “Someone help me with this.”

  Denise hopped up and helped her pull the ottoman over next to the coffee table.

  Once it was in position in the middle of everyone, Martelle tapped her hand on it. “Come and get situated, Shannon, then Olga can proceed with the demonstration.” I held my breath and approached the ottoman, wondering what I was supposed to do. I didn’t want to sit up higher than the rest of the subbies. Martelle had me sit on the edge of it, then unclipped my wrists from behind my back. I thanked her and she just smiled before standing up behind me. I felt her hands on my shoulders and soft pressure urging me to lay back.