Party Favor

by Melinda Barron

  “You’re not paying attention to me,” Martie said, her voice even and low. “That makes me unhappy.”

  “Forgive me, Mistress,” Jovina murmured. “I will focus all my attentions on you for the rest of the weekend.”

  “Good.” Martie made a little loop with the rope. She rubbed it against Jovina’s erect nipple. “Let’s see how you look wearing my ropes.”

  “It will be the most perfect outfit I’ve ever worn, Ma’am.”

  Mistress Martie smiled. The Domme put her hand with the rope behind Jovina’s back. She reached around with the other and grabbed the loose end. Then she started to weave a rope bra around Jovina. The ropes felt smooth, and to Jovina, they made her words ring true. She’d been bound before, but never had the kiss of a rope made her feel so connected to the person in charge of the bondage.

  When the bra was complete, Mistress Martie tugged on the ropes to make adjustments; then she stood back. “Your breasts look even more perfect,” she said before she leaned over and took one of Jovina’s nipples into her mouth, biting hard enough that Jovina cried out.

  “Yes,” she said after the nipple had popped out of her mouth. “Let’s hear it.”

  M sucked the other nipple into her mouth, giving it the same sweet torture she’d given the other one. Jovina moaned and groaned, cried out for mercy, and wiggled against her bonds. Her shoulders ached, and her nipples stung, but Mistress Martie didn’t let up. Martie shifted from one to the other, sucking, nibbling, and at times holding one tight bud after the other between her teeth until Jovina cried out for her to stop, that she couldn’t take the pain any longer.

  When Martie stepped back, there was a wide smile on her face as she studied Jovina’s throbbing buds.

  “Let’s see how much more you can take,” M said. Jovina prepared herself for more biting, more sucking. But Martie moved away from her. She returned moments later with a pair of nipple clamps.

  She dangled them in front of Jovina’s face, a small chain attached to each one. At the end of each chain was a weight.

  “I enjoy nipple torture,” M said, as if she were discussing the weather with her neighbor. “It’s so much fun to watch a sub squirm, because I know the pain shoots right to her clit, makes her come hard, makes her beg for a fuck, makes her eat my pussy with more enthusiasm.”

  “No, Mistress, please; I’ll do all those things, I promise. Please, no weights.”

  “Oh, my Jo-Jo is so pretty with her begging. But it won’t do you any good.”

  “Please, please, I swear.” Her nipples were already aching. This might take things over the top for her.

  Mistress Martie ignored her pleading. “The only problem with weight clamps and breasts as large as yours is that the weights don’t really do any good when you’re standing up. You have to be bent over, so the weights drop straight down instead of landing on your belly.”

  Jovina was telling herself she could do this, repeating it over and over. She nodded at M’s words.

  “That means I’m going to release you. You’re going to cup your hands under your breasts so I can attach the clamps, then put the weight in your palms. When I give the order, you will bend over and let them go.”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  “And you will stay bent over as long as I say. Do I make myself clear?”

  “Yes, Ma’am.”

  It didn’t take Martie long to undo the bonds that held Jovina’s arms up. When they were done, Jovina wiggled her shoulders in an effort to relieve the tension. Mistress Martie pointed to a chair. “You can use that to hold yourself still while I play with you.”

  “Yes, Ma’am.”

  Mistress M cupped her face. “My sweet little toy.”

  For a moment all Jovina’s pain disappeared, until M pointed at the chair. “Over there, Jo-Jo.”

  Jovina crossed to the chair. She took several deep breaths as she prepared for M to attach the clamps. She didn’t have to wait long. Jovina cupped her breast with one hand and held the other under it. M placed the weight in Jovina’s palm. The Domme pinched her nipple at the base with one hand as she placed the long, plastic-tipped clamp at the end, letting go so it could take control of the hard bud.

  Pain shot through her, but Jovina kept her mouth shut. She put her hand under the other nipple, and M repeated the process.

  The already abused nubs pulsed. M slapped Jovina’s ass sharply. “Bend over, slut.”

  Jovina obeyed.

  “You’re so obedient,” M said as she slapped her ass again. “If you’d only admit that you like pussy, you’d be perfect. Now, release the weights.”

  Jovina was too busy thinking about the first part of the sentence to concentrate on the command. It earned her another sharp slap on the ass.

  “Do it!”

  She pulled her hands away, and the weights pulled on Jovina’s nipples. Harsh pain shot through her breasts. “Oh fuck, that hurts.”

  “That’s the point,” Martie said as she delivered another slap. The Domme put her pussy against Jovina’s ass. She leaned over and grasped one of Jovina’s breasts in each hand, wiggling them as much as the ropes allowed.

  The weights swung, and the pain intensified. Jovina bit her lip, until she remembered Martie’s earlier command for her to make noise.

  “Mistress, please, no more.”

  Martie laughed. “Not very convincing. Try again.”

  “I beg you, please, it hurts too much. Please.” She made sure to whine and hoped, truthfully, it would do some good. The pressure was almost too much to bear. Mistress Martie made her wiggle a little more; then she pulled on the clamps until they released.

  As the blood rushed back to her buds, Jovina felt a sense of relief, until Martie pinched each nipple, holding them hard between her fingers.

  “I’ve been so easy on you today,” she whispered. “If we were really together, we’d go on for some time, and the weights would be a little heavier. The pain would increase as time went by. I would love watching you squirm under the heavy pull on your nipples. Would you like that, slut?”

  Jovina wondered how the words “fuck no,” which she’d thought, turned into the “yes, Ma’am” that she said. She’d never been much for nipple pain, but with Martie, she felt as if she could endure anything.

  “Good.” The Domme stepped away. “Now let’s go see what the others are doing.”

  Jovina stood up. Her nipples throbbed, and she looked down at them. They were still hard, and there were little impressions around them, left from either M’s teeth, the clamps, or a mixture of both.

  M had moved across the room, and Jovina turned to watch her. She took a few ropes out her bag. “Come here, Jo-Jo.”

  Jovina went to her. At her Mistress’s command, she held out her hands. Martie tied her wrists together, leaving a length of rope hanging from the end. Jovina was naked from the waist down, and she hoped for something to cover her.

  When Martie took the end of the rope and headed for the door, tugging on the rope, Jovina fell into step behind her.

  “Mistress?”

  “Yes?”

  “Are you forgetting something?”

  The Domme turned to her. “Do you feel half naked?”

  “Yes, Ma’am.”

  “Well, we can’t have that, can we?” M’s wicked smile made Jovina shiver. “Bend over the bed.”

  Jovina obeyed, leaning on her elbows. She could hear M moving behind her. After a few moments, she was spreading cool gel on Jovina’s anus. This wasn’t quite what she had in mind, but she knew better than to object.

  Martie worked a plug into Jovina’s ass. When it was fully inserted, she slapped her cheek. “Up.” Jovina stood while Martie wrapped a piece of rope around her waist. A second piece hung down, and the Domme pulled it between Jovina’s legs, attaching it to the back tightly. “That will keep the plug in place, won’t it?”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  “There are no more complaints, are there?”

  “No, Ma’a
m.”

  “That’s good, because I’d hate to leave you standing in the corner again.” Once again, M took the rope and headed for the door. This time, Jovina didn’t object about being half naked. She would prefer to spend her time with M alone, but if the Domme wanted to play with others, she would do as she was told.

  * * * *

  Jovina kneaded Mistress Martie’s shoulders, the Domme’s skin soft to the touch. They were in the courtyard. The other weekend participants were watching the naked subs play tag football. When they made a bad move, or lost their team points, they were called to the Masters/Mistresses, where they received swats from a round, wooden paddle.

  When Mistress Martie declined to take part in the event, Jovina was ecstatic. It meant she and the Domme had more time to spend with each other. The Domme had told Jovina to put out a blanket. When that was done, Martie had stripped and lain down on her stomach. They had a good view of the game, and part of Jovina wondered if the Domme would change her mind as she watched the subs play.

  Martie had ordered Jovina to give her a back rub. As she massaged the Domme’s skin, Jovina thought that, because of her fight with Avery, she’d missed a great deal of the party. In fact, her heart sank; this would be her last night with Martie.

  She wanted to stay here forever, playing with her new Mistress. But that wasn’t possible, because Jovina was only a party favor, a toy for Martie to play with this weekend. Jovina allowed her mind to wander, to roam to a place where she and Martie lived in their own little bubble. They would be perfect together. The sex would be incredible, and they would both want nothing more than to be around each other, forever. But that wouldn’t happen. Tomorrow afternoon Jovina would be back home, working at the restaurant, and her family would be asking her if she’d met any handsome men during her weekend with Avery.

  There was another thing she’d have to deal with: how to let her family know that her long-term friendship with Avery was over.

  Something told her she should have stayed home this weekend.

  “Jo-Jo?”

  “Yes, Mistress?” She rubbed the palms of her hands against M’s back.

  “Tell me about your painting.”

  She hadn’t expected that question. There was a squeal of laughter from the gathering next to them.

  “Ma’am?”

  “Have you sold some of your creations?”

  “No, Ma’am. It’s just a hobby.”

  “What sort of paintings do you do?”

  Good ones, she wanted to say. “I do pastels, and some oil work, and I do pencil drawings.”

  “Intriguing. How long does it take you to do a drawing?”

  Jovina moved her hands lower. “Depending on the subject, it can take as little as an hour, or as much as three or more.”

  “Have you ever drawn your own pussy? Or those fabulous tits of yours?”

  “No, Ma’am.”

  M sighed softly as Jovina rubbed her hands up and down the Domme’s back. “You know what I want? I want a drawing of your head buried between my legs. It doesn’t have to be done in great detail, just a rendering of how you pleasure me with that tongue.”

  Jovina didn’t bother to hide her smile. The words lifted her spirit. “I need something to go by, Mistress.”

  “We can handle that.”

  Jovina thought she was going to say something else, but Sir K came up just then.

  “Enjoying yourself, Mistress Martie?” he asked as he tugged on the leash of a woman Jovina had never seen.

  “My party favor has been very acceptable, Sir K. Who is your new toy?” The Domme patted Jovina’s leg, and she read the signal. She got up and knelt next to her Mistress, who sat up on the blanket.

  “This is pussy girl. She’s my new slave.” He jerked on the leash, and the sub knelt down. “Would you like her to eat you? She loves pussy.”

  How sad, Jovina thought, that Avery had been gone half a day and already Sir K had a collared slave. It was obvious he’d had her in the wings, and the minute Master Earnest left with Avery, Sir K had called in her replacement. To Jovina, that meant Sir K hadn’t cared for Avery at all. But then again, Jovina had never been a collared slave. She didn’t know what had gone on between the two of them behind closed doors. And Avery had told her they hadn’t been getting along. She shouldn’t be surprised he already had a new sub lined up.

  “Thank you for the offer, but no. My slut’s tongue is the only one I want touching my cunt this weekend.”

  He shrugged. “Suit yourself. We’re having a gathering tonight. Will you be there?”

  “What’s on the agenda?”

  “Each couple will be asked to act out a scene worthy of a porno movie.”

  Mistress Martie laughed. “I love it. I can make Jo-Jo scream and beg for more, just like they do in the movies.”

  “We’ll start after dinner,” he said. “See you then.”

  He started to walk away.

  “Sir K?” Mistress Martie stood, and Jovina looked up at her.

  “Yes?”

  “Do you have a camera?”

  “Of course,” he replied with a smile.

  “I’d like some photos of my slut eating my pussy tonight, please. And please have your sub make sure the St. Andrew’s cross is set up for me.”

  “Sounds like fun,” he said with a smirk. “I’ll make sure both things are done.”

  When he was gone, Martie stroked Jovina’s hair. “How’s that plug feel, Jo-Jo?”

  “Wonderful, Mistress.”

  M’s chuckle told Jovina that the Domme knew her words weren’t the truth. The plug was starting to bother her, and she’d like it taken out. But she wouldn’t tell her that. Jovina would wait for M to remove the object on her own terms.

  “Let’s go watch the game, shall we? But first, I’m getting thirsty. Go inside and get me some lemonade. And see if there are any of those little shortbread cookies that Sir K always has around.”

  “Yes, Ma’am.”

  Jovina headed for the house, wishing M had said they would go back to the room for some afternoon sex. Jovina supposed the Domme was saving it for tonight. She would have to make sure she made enough noise to please her Mistress.

  Maybe she’d get a reward if she did.

  * * * *

  M hadn’t wanted Jovina to join in the game, but she did want to watch. When Jovina had come out with the tray, she’d knelt next to M’s chair, then offered the lemonade and cookies. Jovina had stayed there most of the afternoon, with M eating and drinking. She offered Jovina sips and bites from time to time, and when she did, a thrill of connection always ran through Jovina. She’d never had a link like this before, and it made her forget most of what had happened this weekend.

  Jovina imagined the two of them in M’s house in Santa Fe. They would be watching TV, with Jovina acting like an end table as she was right now, keeping her Mistress’s food and drink nearby for her to enjoy. When the evening was over, the two of them would go to bed, where M would spank Jovina’s ass and then allow Jovina to eat her pussy. Or perhaps M would strap on her cock and fuck Jovina until she screamed in pleasure.

  The next day it would start all over again, a wonderful cycle of belonging and friendship and, dare she think it, love.

  The thoughts made Jovina smile, but she pushed them away. This was a weekend thing, she reminded herself. M would go back to Santa Fe, and she would go to Buckshot, where the highlight of the day would be figuring out an excuse to turn down the next man her family tried to fix her up with, or accepting the delivery of the tamales her aunt made in her home every day.

  It wasn’t a fun thought.

  “Jovina,” M said, her voice loud. “Are you ignoring me?”

  “No, Ma’am,” Jovina replied, “I’m just being a poor slut. Forgive me.”

  “Why should I do that?” M studied her intently. “Tell me what distracted you.”

  “The thought of leaving you.” Jovina smiled at her. “I’ve enjoyed it here so much that I
don’t want to go home. I want this weekend to last forever.”

  “Because you want to be with me, or because you want to avoid your family?”

  “I want to stay with you.”

  Martie shook her head. “I think you’d like to use me as an excuse for getting away from your life. You’d like it if you stayed with me, as my submissive; but your family would think we were just roommates, that I was a way for you to live cheaply while you took a stab at being an artist. That’s what would happen, wouldn’t it?”

  “It’s not what I would want to happen,” Jovina said. But she knew M was right. To her family, M would be a roommate, and nothing more.

  “I don’t hide in closets, Jovina. If we were together, people would know we were lovers. They wouldn’t have to know the details of our love life, but they would know we went to bed together, slept together, woke up together.”

  That sounded so wonderful. But Jovina didn’t have the courage that Martie had. She was a wimp.

  M frowned. “Well, I was going to have you eat my pussy, but now you’ll have to wait until after dinner. Stand up so I can take off your ropes. Then go back to the room. After you’ve removed your plug, you can take a shower. Stand in the corner when you’re done.”

  “Yes, Ma’am.” Jovina took the tray back to the kitchen, then came back so M could undo the bindings. When she was naked, she went to the room. She showered, then after she had dried off and lotioned herself up, she went to the corner to await M’s return.

  * * * *

  When Martie had returned that afternoon, she’d been loaded down with leather. She’d put leather sleeves on Jovina’s arms, running from shoulder to wrist. She’d wrapped leather cuffs around Jovina’s ankles, then linked her labia piercings together with small locks.

  Before they’d left, she’d said, “Be the best tonight, Jo-Jo. Scream your head off. Be nasty like they are in porno flicks. You will do that for me, won’t you?”