by Ruby Madden
It was when Audrey performed a strip-tease that the night really became the sexual party it had always been destined to become. I watched her maneuver, manipulate, undulate and abuse a stripper pole like nothing I’d ever seen before.
Entranced, I felt myself getting wet.
The theme of the orgy was straight-forward and simple. Puppy-Jerome was the submissive, boy-toy to all the ladies, and every last one of them intended to make good use of him. One by one, and often two at a time, he serviced them in just about every way imaginable.
It started with Anna and Carmen stripping him slowly while kissing him. Each taking their time to explore his handsome face with loving pecks that evolved into more ravenous kisses full of need. As his clothing was stripped away, a paddle came out and puppy-Jerome was informed that each girl was going to give him a few spankings, to get him warmed up.
What I would soon learn from and remember in this encounter was that a submissive-pet of a Master, Mistress or in this case – a Queen, serves those they are on loan to as eagerly and pleasingly as if they are in actual service to their owner. I was witnessing years of training, devotion and a person who lived the life 24/7 by complete choice.
And I was able to witness his absolute pleasure in serving. In pleasing. In doing what his owner bid him to do. It was a first for me and irony wasn’t lost on me. Typically, most think of a woman as being submissive. I’d never really considered what it would be like for a man. Until now. And I was intrigued.
I watched as they bent him over the edge of a sofa, his manhood and family jewels dangling for all the world to see, waiting for his pleasurable torment to begin.
What a lucky man!
Surrounded, wanted, and desired by some of the sexiest, most beautiful women I’d ever seen. He was the only one who possessed the tool, his cock, to please them. A tool they would use eagerly and carnally tonight. For me, this was so new, so illicit and so outrageous that my arousal was painful in how it bloomed. Secretly, I found myself wishing it was me who was going to be paddled and then used by all these beautiful women.
With each stroke of the paddle, his yelps became more real and turned to full-on groans. His member swelled and soon, his cock was erect for all to delight in. Trina tended to his rosy-red bottom with a soft touch, caressing his ass softly and even delivering a few sweet kisses to his enflamed butt-cheeks. This tender practice, I would soon learn, was a form of after-care. A gentle touch to show a submissive their appreciation for enduring the pain, and to soften it.
Then the true abuse and torment commenced.
Amber was the first to straddle his face, building up the pace slowly and sensually, then riding him to completion like she was at the Kentucky derby. I literally found myself placing my hand over my mouth in shocked amusement at the sheer level of intensity and outrageousness of her carnality. She was unabashed and witnessing her coming was like watching a sun go super-nova.
It wasn’t until Trina hitched up her skirt and began to ride his cock to a satisfying end that I found myself squirming uncomfortably, wishing I had the courage to join. But I didn’t, not yet. I was too enthralled by watching. Being the voyeur.
Once Trina had had her satisfaction of him, Anna replaced her and straddled his still erect cock. I soon realized the puppy-Jerome was going to be left hard and wanting much of the night, not allowed to come until the very, very end.
Caitlin snuck over to sit with me a bit. Crossing her gorgeous legs, I admired her perfect manicured feet in the strappy high-heels that she wore. I wanted to kiss her feet.
“Wanna know a secret?” She asked, all giggly and buzzed from her cocktails.
“Of course…” I whispered, glad that my voice was returning.
“Amber waited and didn’t allow herself to get off this week, so that this one would be amazing. She puts herself in self-imposed chastity. What do you think?” She shared.
“Chastity? What’s that?” I asked, feeling naïve and innocent yet again.
“Oh you know, it’s when a submissive isn’t allowed to come – from masturbation or sex. They can only orgasm when their Master allows it.” Caitlin explained, her dark eyes flashing like jewels from the illicit secret she shared with me.
“So, Amber did this of her own accord?” I asked.
“Yes, exactly. You should try it. Master will make you do it on occasion. Might as well practice on your own.” Caitlin said.
“So, the idea is that I would completely abstain from getting off for a period of time? That doesn’t seem so hard…” I said, but then, I’d never tried it before.
“Silly girl. The idea is that you’re being aroused, whether by another or yourself and you aren’t allowed to come. You have to stop. When you feel yourself wanting to come.” Caitlin explained.
“Who would do that!?” I asked, confused and a little bit shocked.
“Oh dear. Our Master, for starters.” She said and then took a sip from her cocktail glass.
“You mean, he does that to us?” I asked, making sure I understood her correctly. “But I thought he didn’t, ya know, touch us?”
“Have you ever been spanked before?” Caitlin asked.
I gulped, “No…” I said.
She nodded, understanding better. “Tell ya what, we’re gonna practice spanking you this week, before Master gets back. You need to know what it’s like so you’re prepared for it. Okay?”
“Okay.” I said, a bit embarrassed.
She must have noticed because she leaned in affectionately, “There’s nothing to be ashamed of sweetie. We all bloom at different stages in our life. Just so long as you do! And enjoy it.” She said, beaming a seductive grin at me.
“So, you get aroused from being spanked?” I asked, to clarify.
“Yup, exactly. That’s part of the fun in doing this job. But Master will want to play with that and torment you. He’ll paddle you silly, get you all squirmy and near-begging and then send you off, instructing us to not come or play with ourselves or another. He wants to know that we’re being tormented. That we’re sexually frustrated. Then, when he grants permission – the orgasm is all the more luscious for you and he really gets off on witnessing it. Make sense?” Caitlin explained.
I’m pretty sure my jaw must have been lying on the floor because she smirked, and with her forefinger, pushed my lower jaw up to close it.
“Not yet dear, not tonight. No cock-sucking needed from you.” She said teasingly and then stood up as she began to hike up her skirt. “I’ve got a stallion to ride, it’s my turn.” She said mischievously, her eyes gleaming with desire, twinkling like a dark jewel.
Amused, I turned towards the bar to see if the cocktail server was there. Sure enough, he was and I stood up to make my request. As I did, I noticed one of the bodyguard’s eyes lingering on me, a seductive look on his face.
I immediately blushed, but inside I was thrilled. All this nonstop sexual energy and escapades for the last couple of weeks, this new life of mine was leaving me more and more horny with each passing day.
Then the thought occurred to me. Would it be allowed if I took him to my bed? Was he off-duty at some point?
I surprised myself by thinking this way as I’d never been the type to indulge in casual sex. But here I was, horny as hell and in desperate need of a good fuck. To be brutally blunt.
While mixing my drink and as if he could read my mind, the gay bartender smirked and said quietly so no one else could hear him. “Honey, he’s been checking you out all night. Do him a favor, enjoy that special piece of man-meat.”
“Really?” I remarked, surprised. “Serious?”
“Yes, doll-face. Serious. Go for it, why are you sitting all by your lonesome in voyeur mode? Why are you the only pussycat who isn’t playing with puppy’s bone, over there?” He nodded in the direction of the writhing bodies.
“I’m new and being trained.” I said. It was true, what else was there to say.
“Got
it. They’re breaking you in easy?” He said.
“Yeah, something like that. It’s actually not too bad. I’m just… new to all of this. This lifestyle.” I gestured in their direction. At this point, none of them would have noticed me, so absorbed in their pleasure-seeking.
“Hmmm. I sure wish this Master of yours enjoyed boys too. I’d be living her in a New York minute.” He said flamboyantly, snapping his fingers.
I giggled and accepted the cocktail he’d made for me. I sipped at it, then decided to down it. If I was going to do this, I needed a bit more liquid courage. I handed the empty glass back to him, his eyes big from witnessing my virtual inhale of the drink.
“Another please.” I requested. “What’s your name?”
“Toby. And you?” He said.
“Celeste, good to meet you Toby.” I said.
I swiveled a bit to see if I could catch the bodyguard looking at me. Sure enough, he was. Instead of looking away however, he appraised me with open admiration, allowing his eyes to level me. He was at least 6’3” and in great physical shape. Not football built, but lean, toned and athletic. He had dark curls and lighter eyes. In the dimmed lighting, it was hard to tell what color they were but I was guessing blue or green.
I smiled, perhaps a bit coyly and then swiveled back around, adding a bit of tease in my stance. Toby handed me my drink and then another. “That one is for him, he likes those. I remember him from the last time he came here. Go get him girl…” He growled lustily, propelling me forward with some much needed confidence.
It was now or never. I strode over to him and extended the drink. “Hi. I’m Celeste. Toby over there says you like these.”
He stayed perfectly poised in his protective stance, but his eyes warmed up and he accepted the drink. He took a sip and signaled that it was good.
“I’m Todd. It’s my pleasure to meet you Celeste. This is indeed my favorite. Your bartender has a good memory.” He said.
“I think he likes what he sees, if you get my meaning.” I said, nervously.
“I do.” He said, trying to keep back a small chuckle.
I didn’t know what to say next so there was a bit of awkward silence, but I could smell him. All man, very musky in a good way, powerful and strong. My core was panting at the thought of wrapping my legs around him already. Or maybe I’d ride him like all the ladies were riding Jerome tonight…
“Why aren’t you joining them?” He flicked his head in the group’s direction, genuine curiosity on his face.
“I’m new here, in training…” I explained shyly.
That seemed to please him for some reason. “How new?” He asked.
“Pretty new, I’ve only been here a couple of weeks now.” I said, nodding my head, taking a sip from my drink.
Liquid courage, help me!
“Can you… er, play with others?” He asked softly, peering at me intensely.
“Yes, actually. If I want to… Safely, of course.” I said, barely able to look at him.
“I’m glad to hear it. I’m off-duty in an hour. May I join you tonight in your room? I’m completely under your spell, Celeste.” He purred.
I gulped. Inside, I was screaming in delight. On the outside, I must have looked shocked.
“You okay?” He asked.
“Yes… and yes. I’d like that, very much.” I said excitedly.
“Good.” It was all he said, but I was in trouble. His commanding stature, his strong gaze and his lust-filled eyes were eating me alive already.
“Okay, well. I better get back to my voyeur duties. I’ll come get you in an hour…” I said, feeling like a meek little mouse under his lusty gaze.
“Looking forward to it, Celeste. I’m at your service.” He said.
Walking away, I felt like a Queen. Queen for a day. At the Manor. Cardiff Manor.
~ ~ ~ ~
I looked behind me to make sure he really was there. That this was really happening. I’m taking a man, to my bedroom in the Manor, for the sole reason of having sex.
Me?! Celeste…
Todd, one of the Queen’s body-guards for her pets, was following me to my bedroom. After another hour of watching the orgiastic shenanigans of my maid peers, I was about as horny as I ever recollect being in my entire life. Witnessing Jerome finally get some release and come was just too hot…
He’d literally had three of the maids all contributing to some form of oral pleasure, at the same time. But not until they’d had their fill of his hard cock all night long.
Having never witnessed an orgy before, I was surprised at my reaction.
Who knew I’d get so very aroused?
At this point, all Todd would have to do is kiss me just so, graze my nipple and maybe hand-fuck me a bit. I’d be coming in no time flat. I just knew it.
I was trembling. The thought of what I was about to do. Have sex with a complete and total stranger. In my new Master’s home. In my bedroom where surveillance cameras would be recording all of it. Everything we did…
And there it was. That zing of excitement zipping through me. That turned me on! The thought of our Master watching this.
I’d never thought of myself as exhibitionistic. Yet, here it was! The truth was that it aroused me. Turned me on.
Just as I was about to open my door, Todd pulled me gently into his strong frame and nuzzled my neck, whispering in my ear. I was tingling all over, just being pressed so close to him.
“Celeste, you sure you want to play tonight?” He asked softly.
I stammered, only because I was so nervous and shy. “Ye-, yes. Yes, I do. I do...”
He grinned and then allowed me to open my bedroom door. Once inside, we began to kiss like mad. It was just eager hands, hungry mouths, my legs attempting to wrap around him. Clothes went flying. Fingers fumbling for ways to remove all of it from our bodies.
We fell onto my bed, half-naked, and it was a match of wills who was the horniest to get straight to fucking. At some point, I’d finally managed to wrestle myself on top of him. Witnessing the maids, watching Audrey dance, having my own sexual confidence start to peak, I decided I wanted to do something I’d never done before with a man.
I wanted to be on top. I wanted to ride him. I wanted to fuck him.
Not the other way around.
And so I set about to pulling his pants off. I paused momentarily, a bit out of breath and gasped.
Todd was very well hung, and he sprung out of his briefs from the top, before I could manage to maneuver them down the sexy contours of his hips.
“Jesus…” I said quietly under my breath. “You’re a big boy, Todd.”
“Is that okay?” He asked.
Is that okay? I actually laughed out loud like some lascivious nymph in the woods. I giggled.
“Yes, it’s okay…” I purred.
I reached to open the drawer from the night stand next to my bed. Not too long after I’d moved in, I’d discovered that it held a supply of condoms and sex-toys. I shuffled through the supply of condoms and found one, sized maxim. I handed it to him.
“Put it on.” I said.
“Yes, m’am!” He said.
This side of me was very surprising. She was so horny and needy that she was commanding.
Who knew?
I watched as he fumbled a bit with the condom, but then finally got it to go down the length of his thick shaft. I’d never had a cock this large before and I wanted nothing more than to straddle him. As soon as he was done, I was already out of my panties and hoisted my hungry pussy over him. I slid down, nice and slow, relishing him as he filled me out.
It was amazing, the sensation of being penetrated so completely. I gasped when I finally reached the hilt of him.
Then, I slowly began to rock myself back and forth, up and down, gyrating to my heart’s content. As I rode him, I closed my eyes and allowed the center of my world to just be his cock, my pussy. Him inside me, me fucking him.
I rode him fast and hard, and while I did, I rubbed my clit with my hand. I teased my pearl, all swollen, throbbing and needy. I came so hard I thought I could cry. Gasping and spasming, I felt my cunt clutching his hard cock, my inner walls quivering like made. Convulsing with pleasure and need.
Panting, I peered at his face and he seemed all sorts of gob-smacked. Amused, aroused and intrigued.
We paused, each of us breathing deeply. I was aware that he hadn’t come yet. A part of me didn’t care. I was highly and acutely aware that I’d just used him. Used his big, hard cock. I’d never done that before. Been so selfish, just taking what I wanted. What I needed.
My pleasure.
All for myself.
“To think, he thought you’d be all submissive…” Todd said quietly, under his breath. Mostly to himself.
“What?” I asked. “Who thought I’d be submissive?”
The look on his face changed immediately to one of when someone has made a major goof-up. It then all clicked. I registered what he was referring to. What he meant.
Holy fuck!
Still impaled on his hard cock, I come to the startling realization, right then and there for him to witness.
“My Master, my employer – he arranged this?!” I said, confused and startled but to my surprise, not angry.
Todd leaned up on his forearms and reached behind my neck to pull me closer to him and his face. “Celeste. It’s okay. Don’t freak. Did you really think a man like your Master would allow anything to happen under his roof with any of his maids, without his prior knowledge? That’s how these people are. They control everyone and everything. It’s how they get off. Get it?”
I somehow knew, deep down, that what Todd said was true. He was attempting to gently pop my naïveté cherry, as it were. Stamp out some of the innocence and create a bit of an awakening. A reality check.
