0 comments/ 8230 views/ 0 favorites Damon's Grace - The Sex Party Ch. 01 By: FreakShowWasHere There's only mild sexual scene in part one, but the real sex doesn't begin until part 3. Enjoy and stay tuned! ***** "Which name tag do you want for your collar, honey?" He calls from the bedroom. "Um. Surprise me." I call back. I inspect my face in the mirror. I would put on make-up, but it'll only feel like mud before the night's over. He enters the bathroom, and his arms slip around my waist, and pulls me close. I sigh dreamily, and lean into him. Besides, he likes it better when I don't wear any. "Excited for the party, babe?" He whispers in my ear. "Honestly, I'm a little nervous." I say and look down. "That's understandable," He kisses my ear, "You know you don't have to go if you don't want too." I shake my head profusely. "No, no. Damon, I want to go. Honestly, I want too." He smiles and stares at my reflection. "Well, you remember the safe word?" "Red. or Uh uh, if something's in my mouth." "Good." He kisses my neck. We decide on a black lacy body suit. I get chills as he looks over my body in the mirror. He slips on my collar from behind. The shiny, silver name tag reads: "Damon's Bitch" I smile big and pull him into a kiss. ***** I open my legs wider for him as we stop at the traffic light. "Enjoy it. It's the last traffic light we'll pass under to get there." He rubs the wet crotch of my body suit, which causes me to tremble and whine. I call out his name as his finger brushes my clit through the thin, soaked fabric. A grin spreads across his face. "Like that, bitch?" I moan and grind against his hand. "Yes, Master." I cry. He chuckles and to my dismay, pulls his hand away. "Glad you're all warmed up." My pussy longs for his warm fingers to plunge into it. I squirm in my seat. "Can't even wait, can you?" He coos. The lurches the car forward as the light changes. I shake my head. "Go ahead and play with yourself, but don't you dare cum." I shove my fingers into my crotch, trembling as I push my fingers inside. "I want to hear you moan, slut." He slaps my thigh. I call out, and finger myself faster. I moan as my wetness streams out. "That's a good little whore." He smiles. "That's enough, we're almost there." I reluctantly pull my fingers out, he takes my wrist and sucks them. We pull into a long dirt road up a winding hill. We drive for awhile, further and further away from the lights of the town. It's one of the biggest houses that I've ever seen. I gape at the massive, three-story building before us. "Impressive, isn't it.?" He says. I can spot several people in many of the windows. All surprising clothed for the most part. I give Damon a worried look. "Don't worry." he says. "The party hasn't started yet. They wait until everyone arrives, so Chris can say a few things once, and doesn't have to repeat himself." A man exits the illuminated doorway and approaches our car. Suddenly, I automatically look for something to cover myself. Damon notices and smiles. "Don't worry, honey. They'll see everything anyway." He squeezes my hand. I swallow. The closer than man gets, the quicker my heart pounds hard in my chest. Damon rolls down the window. "Well, hello there. I was starting to wonder if you were going to show up, man." He says to Damon. "Yeah, sorry Chris. We managed to get stuck behind every red light from my place to yours." Damon says, squeezing my hand. My cheeks burn. "Is that so? Woah- Oh Damn! Is this the famous Grace I've heard so much about?" Chris' eyes trail over me, sending chills down my spine. I cross my arms and smile shyly. He gives me a sly smile. Damon gets out, and Chris walks around to my side, and opens the door. The cool night air makes goose bumps appear on my legs. "You weren't lying about her, Bro." Chris says, looking into my eyes. I can't breathe. I can't speak. I can't move. Chris takes my hand, and by some miracle, I manage to stand. He walks me to the front of the car. "Spin for him, Grace." Damon says soothingly. The sound of his voice gives me the strength I need to move. I spin in place slowly, biting my lip as I make a complete circle. I can feel their eyes burning into me. Suddenly, my body tingles. He touches my name tag, and holds it close to see. "You like being Damon's Bitch?" His tone of voice changes. His voice is more, rough, and deeper. He smiles as he speaks. I'm so stunned, that all I can do is nod. "What was that? You answer, when you're spoken too." I look at Damon. "Behave Grace. Do as you're told" He says dryly. "Yes. I love it. There's nothing I love more." I squeak. Chris seems satisfied with this answer. "Let's go inside, then guys. Let's get this party started." Damon hands him our paperwork. Chris looks over it for a moment, and puts a sticker on Damon's shirt. I can't read it from here. Chris walks towards the house, and then stops. "Meet up with me some time tonight, Grace, sweetie. Would you? I'm dying to fuck you." He calls over his shoulder and walks inside. My body tenses, I gasp and shiver. Damon clasps my leash to my collar. "Ready?" He says and kisses my forehead. "Yes, Master." I smile brightly. I tremble where I stand. "Walk in on your knees like a good bitch." I obey, and sink on all fours. Damon's Grace - The Sex Party Ch. 02 I blink as my eyes adjust to the light of the house. I look around at the impressive modern interior design, and the overwhelming amounts of people. I notice people staring at Damon, and at me, as we enter. Some people gasp and nudge each other as they spot Damon, which for some reason, unsettles me a little. There are women and men on leashes just like me. Women Doms, and Male doms... Some people are completely naked. Some people are completely clothed. I try not to stare. I see more stickers on shirts. It's so strange to see. I mean, BDSM has always been a world that only existed in porn, and in the bedroom I share with my Damon. It's unreal to see it exist in other people's lives. I see Chris standing on the table, in the center of the room. Women in skimping maid outfits, and very large men in Black T-shirts and Jeans hurry to line up beside the table. He holds a microphone to his mouth. "Whose ready to get Crazy?!" Chris shouts. Cheers ensue. "Well, before we start, we have to address a few things. As you all know, in order to be here, you had to give me paperwork. I have checked each set as you entered this evening, and I am psyched to see that everyone is STD free!" He calls. More cheers. Everyone had to be tested by Chris' hand picked clinic, to ensure no one could slip in with fake results. Everyone also had to sign consent forms, and mark whether or not I am on the pill or infertile. "Safe sex is important, amiright?" He calls. "That being said, I have provided all the condoms you will need tonight. I don't permit any outside condoms to be used. I provided both men and women condoms, in every brand, in every shape, every color, and every flavor you could imagine. Listen up ladies! If you are on the pill or for any reason can't get preggers, you are required to wear this red bracelet the entirety of the night. If you are NOT on the pill, and CAN get pregnant, you are required to wear this blue bracelet for the entirety of the night. Furthermore, if you are not open to cumming inside at all for any reason, male or female, but don't want rubber, you must wear a black bracelet. If you prefer to use protection regardless, you must wear a white bracelet. If you are gay, you will be given a rainbow bracelet to wear also. If you are bi/pan whatever, you will be given the purple bracelet. Do not try to come onto anyone who wears a bracelet indicating they are not sexually attracted to you. You may not take off these bracelets for any reason. If you are caught without one, you're outta here. Guys, if you are caught not using a condom with a woman who is wearing a blue/white bracelet, you will be kicked out also. Also, remember the safe word. If you want someone to stop, you say red, or if you have something in your mouth, say uh uh. If neither of these two options are available, tap the ground or person three times. If you can't move your arms, blink three times. Please note that you may not remember to use these indications, and you might say something/do something else to indicate you want them to stop. When someone asks you to stop, by use of the safe word or another way, You better stop. Also, anyone who is fully clothed and wearing a sticker on their shirt, do not want to participate. They are only here to watch." Chris pauses and lets it brew. I look up at Damon, suddenly puzzled. He isn't going to join? My knees are going weak and I begin to sink. "If you violate the request to cum outside, or use of a condom, OR when someone asks you to stop, and you don't, you will be violating the terms and conditions that you signed, and legal action can and will be made against you." Chris gives everyone an intense look. Ensuring everyone that he means every word. Then, Chris' face softens, and he gives us a smile. He runs a hand through his of wavy blonde hair. I stare him up and down, admiring the way he carries himself with such swagger. I sit back onto my knees, and lean against Damon's leg. "I suppose you're wondering who these people are." He gestures to the maids and large guys beside him. "These are our maids for the night. They will give out the bracelets, the condoms, locker stickers, and locks to the foot lockers downstairs. They are all open to joining in at any time. Respect their choice of bracelets as well. There are lots more throughout the house, these are just a few of them. And these men, are our bouncers. These guys keep order. There will be a bouncer in every room, hallway, exit of this house, and the yard and pool. None are open to joining. If you choose to go one-on-one with someone and want privacy, you must have a bouncer stand outside the room, or at least 15 feet away from you if you are outside. This is non-negotiable. If you disobey this, you're outta here. Don't like it? Too bad. This is how it has to be for everyone's safety. I should also mention, that by consenting to be here, you also consent to being filmed, and for the footage to be used for pornographic purposes. There are cameras in every room, and they're not here with me, but I have several people with cameras posted around the house, and some will wander. If you decide now that you don't want to be filmed, you may leave before we begin." Chris' eyes scan the crowd, and meet mine. He grins and holds me in his gaze. --"Meet up with me some time tonight, Grace, sweetie. Would you? I'm dying to fuck you."-- His comment from earlier plays in my head. which makes me squirm. "Okay, so let's label the house, shall we? I understand the majority of you Doms and Subs. If you're a couple and you're here and you want to have a little fun with each other, but you don't want anyone else touching either of you, Stick to the hallway on the left of the ground floor. If you change your mind about letting other people join, migrate to the right of the house. If you want oral only, go to the second floor. If you want penetration only, go to the third floor. The ground floor is for anything, and this includes outside, and in the pool and hot tubs. The basement is now known as the Toy Room. If you want use of toys, you have to go down there to get them. Every toy in there are brand new and unused. If you use a toy, you have to keep up with it. You can share them if that's what you want. If you use a toy, do not put it back into the bins with the new ones. There will be a bouncer watching the bins to make sure none are put back. If you don't want to hang onto it, put it in the foot lockers downstairs. Write your name on a sticker, stick it onto the foot locker. Grab a combination lock from a maid. The same thing applies if you have any personal belongings with you that you don't want to hang onto. Because you signed the terms and conditions, you are responsible for your own things. If something happens to any of your belongings, and you don't use a locker, it's on you. If something happens to your things that are in a locker, don't worry. I'll take care of it. Oh, and by the way, you can keep any of the toys that you use. I don't want that shit after it's used." Everyone laughs. "Okay, I think that clears everything up. Oh-wait. One more thing. I want everyone to be right in the head, so that you all can make clear choices. So, with that being said, absolutely NO alcohol or drugs are allowed. If any are caught, you're gone. Is that understood?" Lots of groans can be heard across the room. "Alright. Be safe. Be respectful, and just have fun. Everyone please exit the house, and reenter and pick up a bracelet of choice from a maid as you enter. No exceptions." Chris takes a big, exaggerated bow, and the room is filled with clapping and cheers. He hops off the table, and everyone rushes towards the door. Damon and I walk out of the way. He stoops down and places a thick red bracelet, and a purple bracelet on my wrist, and secures them tight. "I figured you wouldn't want to wait in the line." He says and winks at me. "Master, you're not going to join?" He looks at me lovingly. "I will later baby. But,.. just with you. I'll find you. I need to go talk to Chris." He kisses me tenderly and unhooks my leash. "Have fun." He rises, turns, and walks away, and vanishes into the crowd. And suddenly, I feel lost in a sea of people.