0 comments/ 39933 views/ 0 favorites Dinner Party Ch. 1 By: TalentedMistress It had been decided that a dinner party would be held. Her Master would be introducing her to some of His friends for the first time. She was nervous at meeting them, but she knew that her Master would not let any harm come to her. All day she had been preparing the menu He had selected. In an hour he would be home, the guests due to arrive two hours after that. She checked the pots once more, then went to the dining room to lay the table. There were to be 6 guests tonight and the seating had been arranged according to her Master’s wishes. She used the good china and cutlery, the best crystal glassware. Candles were placed in silver holders down the length of the table. There were four chairs and four stools even spaced around the table. After a last glance toward her work, she turned and went down to the wine cellar. There was to be white and red wine tonight. She carefully placed the white wine in the fridge and set the red to one side. They would be decanted 30 minutes before the guests were to arrive. Glancing at the clock she saw that there was 15 minutes left before her Master was due home. She hurriedly went to the bathroom to make sure it was clean and tidy. From the linen closet she removed to clean bath sheets and placed them on the warming rack. Next she placed the plug in the tub and ran the water. It was hot and steaming. Experience had taught her that it would be at the right temperature by the time her Master was home. Lighting the candles that were placed throughout the room, and turning off the taps as the water was at the right depth she left to wait by the door. As she did every night, when she heard the car arrive she assumed her position on the floor. This nightly ritual of greeting her Master this way pleased her, and she was glad to do it. He entered the house and stroked her hair. His hand raising her face, and motioning her to stand. This too was a ritual performed on his homecoming. After He was seated in His chair with a drink, He gave permission for her to continue with the preparations for the dinner. After making sure that the dinner was on time, she returned to the bathroom. Testing the water with her hand to ensure it was the right temperature, she smiled. Tonight she would have the joy of bathing her Master in a leisurely manner. Going back to her Master’s side she knelt at His feet waiting for Him to rise. This he did in a matter of moments. As he began to walk away he spoke only one word, and at this she too stood and followed Him to the bedroom. There he turned and waited for her to undress Him. Her hands quick and deft as she removed His clothing. Her fingers soft and warm where they brushed his bare skin. After folding the clothing neatly, she went into the bathroom, knowing He was behind her. As she walked he placed a hand on her bare ass and caressed it for a moment before smacking it. She jumped at the smack but continued on. He laughed low and smacked her again. Once inside the bathroom He instructed her to bend over the toilet seat with her bottom in the air. She did so willingly. He came close and smacked her again, harder this time making the cheek sting. Then a smack to the other side. Back and forth He hit until He was satisfied that her bottom was very red. Then He took a wash cloth wet it in the bath and ran it over her reddened ass. Soothing the sting a little. He commanded her to stand and turn, again she complied at once. When she was facing Him, he turned and stepped into the water. She moved forward and knelt at the side of the bath. As he lay back in the water she picked up the wash cloth and soap and began to bath her Master. She started on His chest, washing with firm soothing strokes, feeling the tension start to leave Him. She moved the cloth lower down his belly, across His hips down to His groin. Then lower still to wash His legs and feet. Moving upward once more, she quietly requested that He lean forward so that she may wash His back. With a smile at her polite request, He leaned forward. Washing his back from neck down, she admired his body. This man meant the world to her and He had been kind and loving to her, firm and forceful and so much in between. She indicated she has finished his back and He returned to a supine position. There was one more place to do, but this was often done last. It was the most exciting part of the bathing, it was time to wash His cock and balls. The routine sometimes changed but tonight His acquiescence to how she washed was evidence that he wanted this to be last. Making sure the washcloth was wet and soapy she reached below the water and began to wash His cock. Despite the water he was hard, she could feel the heat of Him through the cloth. As always when she did this her breathing shallowed, her nipples hardened and her pussy got very wet. As she glanced to His face she saw a smile there, He looked almost boyish with His eyes closed and His face relaxed. She wanted to reach up and stroke His face, but resisted the urge. The strokes with the cloth got firmer and her hand encircled his hardness. A low moan escaped His throat and encouraged her to continue. She ran her hand down the length of Him and then up again, then down till she was touching his balls. She washed them, squeezing gently, then resumed stroking His cock. The head was out of the water and she licked her lips in anticipation. Raising up on her knees she lowered her head to lick the tip. Pre cum was oozing out of the top and she greedily licked it off, savouring the taste. Her head lowering again she took the head in her mouth and began to suck and lick it. He placed a hand on her head encouraging her, his other ran over her back, bringing gooseflesh at the sensual touch. She stroked harder and took more of Him into her mouth, sucking with long pulls of her mouth. His moans of pleasure increased, He softly called her name. His hips beginning to thrust, she let his cock slide from her mouth, and masturbated Him faster, her hand moving up and down bringing Him to the release He wanted. He cried out and sperm shot from the end of his cock, it went over her face and hands. His breathing ragged he still her hands with His. She went to wash the cum from her face, but He told her not to, but to kiss Him. She moved upward and leaned down for the kiss. To her surprise and delight He licked His cum from her cheeks, then brought her face closer still for a kiss. It was a long passionate kiss and she could taste Him... she shivered with delight. He broke the kiss and she sat back on her heels. He rose from the tub and she quickly placed a towel around His waist and proceeded to dry Him. Without warning He lifted her and placed her in the bath. "Wash yourself my pet," He stated, "Then come to our room and dress me for dinner." "Yes master," she replied. She watched Him walk away as she hurriedly washed herself clean. Getting out of the bath she wrapped a towel around her and emptied the water. Drying quickly, she went to the bedroom ready to dress Him... ... still wrapped in the bath towel, she went to the closet and removed the suit her Master would be wearing for dinner, from the drawers she took a clean white shirt, a bow tie, and socks. From the shoe rack she removed the dress shoes he always wore on formal occasions. Each item she placed carefully on the bed or beside it. Then going to her master she made sure he was completely dry before she began dressing Him. At a glance from Him she dropped the towel she was wearing. He liked her to be naked as she dressed Him. Taking up the shirt she walked behind Him and slipped it over His arms and sliding it onto His shoulders. Her hands lingered for a moment before she moved in front of Him to button the shirt. Her hands trembled slightly as she did up the pearl buttons. Looking up through her lashes she saw He was watching her with that intense look He sometimes got on His face. She flushed a delicate shade of pink and quickly lowered her eyes again. The shirt buttoned she reached for the socks and kneeling she put them on Him. Standing she removed His pants from the hanger and then held them so He could step into them. She pulled them up his strong legs and over his rear. Settling them in place over His hips she quickly zipped Him up and then did up the buttons. As she turned to retrieve His shoes from beside the bed He grabbed her by the hand, swinging her back to face Him. With a gentle touch he traced the features of her face, his hand running down the column of her neck, lower to a breast. It was a light touch that raised the skin and puckered her nipples. Her eyes half closed as she shivered slightly. It was always like this, the merest touch from Him and she felt herself tense, not from fear, but pure pleasure. His palm rubbed across the now hardened peak of her breast causing a soft moan to escape her lips. He head bowed down to capture her mouth in a searing kiss, His tongue probing the inner recesses of her mouth, at the same time his hand closed over her breast and squeezed it. Not hard this time, but more of a lover's caress. He knew how to play her body like a fine instrument, knew what to do to arouse her senses. A look a touch and He knew she would always be His. He deepened the kiss as His hand slid lower, down her smooth belly, around her hip to caress and squeeze her ass cheek, pulling her closer to Him as he did so, crushing her breasts against His shirt. He could feel her hard nipples pressing against Him and His mouth smiled even as he prolonged the kiss. His hand let go of her ass and ran down the crack of her ass, reaching between her legs from behind. He bent her forward slightly making the tops of her thighs part and his finger ran along her very wet slit. Breaking the kiss he gave a small chuckle. It delighted Him to know that she was always ready for Him. Straightening he released His hold and turned her around. "Bend!" was all he said. She did as he bid bending down, her legs spread, presenting Him with a view of her ass and open pussy. She placed her hands on the edge of the bed and waited. Within seconds she felt Him probing her hot wet pussy with His finger, one then two, then three. Sliding them in and out, hearing her gasp each time he thrust them inside. Her knees began to tremble her legs to shake. He widened her stance to give more balance and continued probing her pussy with His fingers. He thrust a fourth inside, she cried out at the tight feeling of having four of his fingers inside her. Each time He did this she was sure that He would split her open, but He never did, He knew how to widen her without causing damage. For sometime He had been wanting to fist her and tonight He was sure was the right time. As He continued pumping His fingers in and out He leaned down to place kisses and small bites across the cheeks of her ass. She gasped at the feel of his teeth, it was not painful but very erotic. Her legs widened more, she wanted more. Her breathing was erratic and the sensations building inside her was approaching the point of no return. Her hips pushed back against His hand inviting more. A heartbeat was all it took and then He pushed His thumb inside her too. She cried out this time in pain, His hand felt too big for her pussy. She felt Him closing his hand inside her and all thought fled. The initial pain was receding and her body adjusted to His fist being inside her. Just as she relaxed He began moving His fist in and out. Slowly at first, making sure that it would move easily and that he did not tear her. The pain was a bonus for Him, He had known it would hurt but he did not want to cause permanent damage. He could hear her crying, soft sobs than soon turned to moans of pleasure. He smiled and continued fist-fucking her pussy. With his other hand He reached around her body to rub her clit. It was a hard nub and each time he touched it he felt her jump, her legs shake. He rubbed harder, listening to the change in her breathing and moans, knowing that she was close to cumming. The inner muscles were tightening around His hand and He debated whether to give her release or to leave her on the brink. She began pleading and begging with Him, asking for release. Her hips thrusting back harder, pressing herself against both His hands as they continued to work her pussy and clit. His decision made, he leaned closer to her ear and whispered, "Cum for Me my pet." With a gasp she came all over his hand. Her juices flowing freely, her body shuddering and shaking, her mind a complete blank. She would have collapsed forward onto the bed if He had not been holding her. Barely able to speak she gasped, "Thank You master for allowing Your slut to receive pleasure." He kissed the nape of her neck as He slowly removed His fist from her pussy. "You are welcome my sweet," He replied. Looking down He noticed that the cuff of His shirt was soaked with her juices. He raised it to His mouth and licked, smelling Her on His shirt. She levered herself from the bed and turned, noticing the stain on his shirt cuff, she started toward the dresser to get a new shirt. His on e word, "NO!" stopped her. Looking back at Him quizzically she wondered what she had done wrong. Seeing the smile on His face she realised that He did not want to change His shirt, that He wanted to wear this one smelling of her. She changed direction and picked up His shoes, returning to place them on His feet, her walk still a little unsteady, her breathing almost normal. She took up his bow tie and put it on Him, standing on her toes to tie it. Then she picked up his jacket and slipped it on Him. With a soft touch to her face He said, "Dress for dinner my pet, I will see you downstairs." He left the room and she could her Him descending to the lower level. Releasing a small breath she turned to the closet to dress for dinner... She went to the closet and removed the outfit He had chosen for her and laid it on the bed. Going to the dresser she sat and carefully applied her makeup. Then she put her hair in an upsweep, tendrils left to brush her neck and cheeks. Rising she opened a drawer and removed a garter belt and stockings. She rolled the sheer hose over her legs and secured them to the belt. Satisfied they were secure she went to the bed and taking up the dress slipped it over her head. She wore no jewelry tonight apart from a diamond-studded choker that her master had given her. It was not a collar as such as He had yet to bestow that honour on her. Sliding her feet into the 5-inch heels she took a quick look in the full-length mirror to make sure everything looked perfect. With a small nod of her head she left the bedroom and went down stairs. Peering into the sitting room she noticed that His drink was almost gone, so quietly entering she knelt at His feet and waited until He held out His glass for a refill. His hand reached to touch the choker at her neck, "Ah my pet I see You are wearing my gift," He said. "Yes master, as You commanded," she whispered. He raised her chin and bestowed a smile on her, seeing the pleasure in her eyes at his look of approval. He glanced at His watch and noted that there were scant minutes left before the guests were due to arrive. There was no time for another drink and rising, taking her by the hand, He led her to the kitchen to check that her preparations were in accordance with His instructions. Lifting lids, and peering into the oven, He noted that she had followed each of His instructions to the letter. He sniffed appreciatively at the aroma of the food. "You have done well, I am pleased," He commented, and then leaned to place a gentle kiss on her lips, careful not to smudge her lipstick. "You shall be rewarded later." "Thank You master," she said blushing slightly at His praise and His promise. At that moment the doorbell chimed, and with a gentle push in her lower back, He indicated she was to answer it. Her hips swayed gently as she walked, her dress moving with the motion. He admired her backview, noting that the choice was a good one. The dress was opaque, giving a teasing glimpse of the treasure beneath without revealing all. He was sure His guests would be pleased with His property, not that He needed their approval, but it was so much more pleasurably when His friends approved of His choices. He slowly followed behind her, feeling a stirring in His manhood at the thought of what was before Him, of the plans He had for her this eve. He could hear her polite greetings to His guests, then the sound of their footsteps as she led them to the sitting room. In a soft voice she announced each guest in turn. First was his old friend Robert and Robert's latest submissive, Miriam. Next to arrive was Theda. Theda was a Mistress He had met some years ago and He remembered her fondly from other parties they had attended together. Tonight she had bought her long time slave Anthony. Lastly Damien arrived with his slave Tatiana. Tatiana was an exotic beauty from the Ukraine, and Damien had found her two years ago cold and starving in a doorway. The change in the girl was incredible, now she glowed with good health, and her beauty was stunning. Ironically Tatiana had no idea of how she looked or her affect on others. She was content to be with Damien and to do his bidding. Robert and Damien were dressed in the same manner as the host, formal dinner suits of black. Theda had dressed in a figure-hugging gown of red, her cleavage threatening to burst from the top of the strapless gown. As she walked a split in the side of the skirt revealed her long legs, stockings and little else. She knew how to tease and please the visual senses. On a chain around her neck was a silver key, and it nestled between her breasts. The slaves were dressed according to their owner's tastes. Miriam was dressed in a short black dress, the tops of her stockings showing beneath. She was petite, with small upthrust breasts and a small behind. The dress caressed her body tightly as a lover's hand would. Anthony was more traditionally clad. He was dressed in tight shorts of a gold material, he had on his body a leather harness complete with collar and chain. Tatiana was dressed in a similar manner to Anthony, with leather strips covering her body, but showing most of her flesh. As the guests entered and sat on the furniture, the Host's pet quietly asked what each wanted to drink, and once told she went to the bar to mix them. The sound of quiet chatter registered in her mind as she prepared the drinks. Placing the glasses on a silver tray she returned and offered them to the guests, the last one to her Master. He signaled his approval with a small squeeze of her hand. After putting the tray back on the bar she came back to sit on the pillow at her Master’s feet. The other submissives and slaves were silently waiting. Leaning down to whisper in her ear her Master said, "Take my guests' pets with you to the kitchen. I will call when we are ready for the dinner to be served." Rising from her pillow she motioned to the others and silently they followed her. Once they were in the kitchen they introduced themselves to each other. None had met each other before and were curious. They kept their conversation low so as not to disturb the guests in the other room. His pet made sure that the first course was ready to be served before joining in the talk. All were curious as to what had been planned for the evening. They asked about the food and oohed and ahhed as she first told then showed them what was to be served. Then she heard His call, it was time for dinner to begin. She gave each of the slaves a tray with the entree on, each was to serve their Master or Mistress. On her tray were not only an entree but also two bottles of wine, one red and one white. All four entered the dining room and after placing the food before the seated guests, took up their positions on the stools. She also placed the wine in front of her Master and waited for His nod to indicate she should pour. At the sign she took up both bottles and moving around the table poured wine according to the guests preferences. When she was done she sat on her stool and waited. The conversation was lively and she allowed herself a small smile hoping that it was a sign that the guests were pleased. Dinner Party Ch. 1 Each of the guests fed their slaves from their plates, and offered them wine from their glasses. Her Master had told her that this was a normal practice at dinner parties as this so she was not surprised. As the evening wore on and the courses were served, the conversation grew more intimate. Touches between guests and their slaves grew bolder, a touch of a breast here, hands running over the body and down between legs. All that is except her Master. She began to think there was something wrong as He had done little more than caress and squeeze her neck and bare shoulders. She looked over the clothing of the other slaves and then at her own and thought that maybe she was not dressed correctly after all. In her ear she heard her Master whisper, "Pet you are dressed as I want. For tonight I wish to keep your charms a secret awhile longer." He kissed her cheek and turned her face to Him, and then gave her a soul-shattering kiss, full of passion and promise. It seemed to go on for a long time and just when she thought she would faint from it he released her mouth. The kiss had hardened her nipples and they could be clearly seen through her dress, her pussy had gotten wet and she detected the musky odour that was her scent. Colouring slightly, she lowered her eyes. As the meal was finished she rose from her stool and cleared the table, the other slaves rising to assist, leaving only the candles on the table. When they returned they brought back brandy balloons, and a bottle of brandy. This was placed beside her Master’s elbow ready for Him to pour. With a clearing of his throat her Master stood. "My friends," he began, "dessert!!" With a hand movement to her, she stood and then climbed onto the table, standing in the centre. "Remove your dress!" He commanded. With a deft movement of her hands she undid the clasps at her shoulders and the dress slithered down her body to pool at her feet. Underneath she was naked save for the heels, stockings and garter belt. There were murmurs of approval from the guests. "Lie down!" He stated, and she did as He complied, laying face down on the table. He opened the bottle of brandy and poured some of the liquid into the small of her back. Then leaning down He licked it off. She shivered at the feel of the brandy, then his tongue. She bit her lip to suppress a moan of pleasure. With a wave of His hand he invited His guests to copy his action. Before she knew there was more brandy poured over her back and three tongues licking at the liquid. It was a pleasant sensation and her body shivered slightly. She felt hands on her hips raising her ass into the air, and a small pillow being slid under her. Her legs were spread wide and she felt vulnerable as she lay there, exposed to the view of all. The next thing she knew there was brandy being poured between her ass cheeks, running down over her slit. Then a tongue licking at it. A moan escaped her mouth, she realised that she was dessert and waited with breath held for what was to come... Dinner Party Ch. 2 Waiting for what was to come her thoughts ran riot. Her Master had given her warning of what might happen, but never in her wildest dreams did she think that she would find herself so. It was a little frightening but at the same time exciting. She had so much to be thankful for. Her Master might lend her out as now, but she knew it was all for His pleasure. She knew he delighted in others wanting her... She tensed as a tongue laved its way along her back, smooth and warm, sending shivers along her spine. She had no way of knowing whose it was but she didn't care. It was exciting erotic, making her wet. She tried to stifle the moan in her throat but to no avail. As it escaped she heard a chuckle, she knew it was her Master. Then close to her ear she heard, "My pet, you please me so." her head turned to face her Master, He leaned down kissing her, His hand holding her cheek. As she felt more tongues on her, her eyes half closed. "T-thank You, Master," was all she could stammer before the sensations overtook her. Never before had she felt so much... But uppermost in her mind was her Master, not wanting to displease Him. She knew that if He did not want this He would not have allowed it, but still she tried to resist the feelings, the exquisite sensations rolling through her. Silently she recited, 'This is for Him, He wants this". And with that thought she let go, she was all feeling and no thought. Fingers joined in the tongues, probing seeking exploring. Every opening, thrusting bringing pleasure. The air was rife with moans and groans... hers and theirs... she no longer knew where she ended and they began. At the precise moment when she thought it would not end everything stopped... for a brief moment she thought she had done something wrong. Then she heard her Master’s voice, "My guests, I feel we should retire to the play room. There we will have time and space to enjoy ourselves immensely". There were sounds as the guests readied themselves for the move, a scraping of stools as the slaves rose. Her Master came close, and placed a robe over her form. "Come my pet, the night has just begun." Looking into His eyes she saw desire gleaming. She knew that no matter what He would protect her, but in the end everything was for His pleasure. She slid from the table, pulling the robe around her. Following everyone she descended the stairs into the basement. It was no surprise to her, she had been here before, and had enjoyed every moment. But she was unsure of the purpose this evening. Straightening her shoulders she shrugged off the robe and stood there in all her glory. She was waiting for her Master’s command. Her head bowed she waited for His instruction. It came swiftly, a word and she moved to the wall... a wall where there were chains, she knew He wanted to render her helpless again, to reinforce His control... she was not concerned, in her mind He could do what he wished with her, she was his property... a valuable commodity, but still owned. He moved toward her and bent to chain her ankles, then he came to his full height and secured her wrists to the wall. With a brief kiss and caress he moved away. "My friends," He began, "Before you is my slave, my slut, my property." Tonight she is yours to tease, to bring to the brink but no further. Use whatever means you will." With that said His guests prepared their slaves, and then moved around her. With a glance at her Master for reassurance, she bowed her head and waited for the games to begin. Robert approached her, one of his hands lightly stroking her throat, making her swallow. He trailed it over her shoulder then down the slope of her breast, watching as her nipple began to harden. He cupped her breast testing its weight, the palm of his hand moving to graze the hardened nipple. His fingers closed over the fullness of her breast, squeezing. Tighter and tighter, the flesh of her breast turning white. She gasped as he tightened his grip. He let go off the breast and took the nipple between his fingers, pinching. He pinched harder and gave a twist making her cry out. Smiling to himself, Robert took the other nipple and then twisted and pinched them both. Set let out a half moan and he twisted again. Letting go of her, he snapped his fingers. His slave, Miriam, crawled over and Louise could see a chain around Miriam’s neck. Louise's eyes widened as she realised that the chain was attached to nipple clamps, and she knew what would happen next. Robert reached down and removed the chain from around Miriam's neck. Straightening her turned to Louise and placed the clamps on her nipples, pulling on the chain to ensure they were secure. Louise bit her lip as she felt the clamps tighten on her nipples, then felt the tug on the chain. Releasing the chain Robert ran his hand down her belly till he got to the tuft of hair just above her otherwise smooth pussy. He pulled on it delighting when he heard her moan. He ran his finger over her clit then along her pussy lips. Rubbing back and forth, feeling her wetness, hearing her sighs. He slid a finger inside, pushing in as far as he could go and wiggling it around, coating it with her cream. After a short moment he removed his finger and held it to Miriam’s lips. Dutifully Miriam’s mouth opened and her tongue snaked out. She wrapped it round his finger, taking it into her mouth and sucking it clean. Robert moved Miriam until her face was level wet Louise's wet slit. "Lick my pet, Robert commanded. With a single glance to her Master, Miriam obeyed, her tongue licking the length of the wet pussy. Louise shuddered at the touch, the small groan sounding loud in the suddenly quiet room. Miriam's tongue probed Louise’s pussy, opening the lips and lapping at the juices. Robert lifted the back of Miriam’s dress exposing her tight firm ass, running a hand over it in a loving caress. His hand traveled over her ass to her pussy and inserted a finger. He removed it and showed the others how wet his slut was already. Theda had been carefully watching, enjoying the sight, and now decided to join in. She approached the trio. Her hands reaching to touch Louise and Miriam, her touch soft and gentle. "You are so smooth, " she commented, "Smooth and unmarked." With a signal, Theda commanded Anthony to bring her crop. Once in her hand, she slowly ran it over Louise’s breasts and belly, the cold of the leather making Louise’s flesh pucker. The crop traced Miriam’s face and neck, travelling down her back to her ass. Theda then raised her arm and brought the crop down causing a red welt to appear on the white bottom. Miriam cried out, a muffled cry as her tongue was still buried. Theda brought the crop down again and again - as the strikes got harder Miriam began to sob, her tears mingling with Louise’s juices. Louise's breathing had quickened at the sound of leather striking bare flesh, her moans were louder - the combination of sound and touch making her body begin to shake. "Stop Miriam!!", Robert commanded, he had sensed that Louise was close to orgasm and in keeping with his Host's direction he stopped Miriam before she made Louise cum. A whimper from Louise confirmed this. "Oh please, don't stop." she whispered. Her plea went unheard, as she knew it would. Her Master had teased her in this way before, but her body still yearned for release. Theda continued to strike Miriam with the crop, moving from the ass to the back of the thighs. Despite the constant hits Miriam’s skin was red but unbroken - such was Theda's skill. "Open your legs slut!" Robert ordered, and Miriam obeyed. Theda saw a new target for her crop and struck the now exposed pussy several times, each time eliciting a cry from Miriam. As Theda ceased her actions, Robert took up a dildo and thrust it inside Miriam making her tense. Her pushed it deep noticing how the pussy was dripping wet. He moved it in and out, harder and faster, deeper, Miriam groaning with pleasure. Softly he said, "Cum my slut." On cue Miriam gave one last cry, her body shook as she orgasmed, her juices flowing down her legs. "Very good my little slut," Robert praised. "Thank you Master," was her reply. Louise had watched in amazement, her own body reacting, making her hips thrust forward, seeking release. She was whimpering. As she glanced across to her Master, she saw a smile on His face and she knew He was so far pleased with how the night was progressing. She licked her dry lips and His gaze followed the movement of her tongue. He lowered His gaze and her nipples hardened even more, gooseflesh appearing as His eyes caressed her nakedness. He looked at her face once more, it conveying the message that she was to be patient. Her Master approached her, his intention was to ensure that she was reasonably comfortable chained as she was. It excited Him to see her thus but He did not want her to be injured. Once He was satisfied that she could remain this way for some while longer He kissed her. As he deepened the kiss, probing her mouth with His tongue, he slipped a finger into her pussy, noticing how very wet she was. She groaned into His mouth and her hips pushed against His hand. He broke the kiss and moved away, "Not yet!" were His only words. As He surveyed His guests and their respective slaves He allowed Himself a small smile. He was pleased that His guests were enjoying themselves thus far. He caught their eyes one by one and each returned his smile. Theda inclined her head slightly, with a nod He settled back to watch what was about to happen... Theda and Damien had been quietly conversing. With a nod to each other, they took their slaves and made them stand. Theda directed Anthony to the table in the middle of the room, instructing him to climb onto it and lie on his back. All eyes in the room were now on Anthony and he squirmed under their gazes. "Be Still!!", Theda commanded and Anthony stopped moving. Damien whispered into Tatiana's ear and she moved over to the table, placing a hand on the bulge in Anthony’s lap, rubbing his erection until it strained against the leather thong he was wearing. Finding a silver clasp at the side of the thong, Tatiana unsnapped it. Anthony's erection sprang free, a large, hard cock, quivering slightly. Tatiana grinned when she saw it and immediately took hold with her hand. She stroked the length of it, causing him to jump and moan. She ran her hand up and down the shaft, slowly but firmly, letting out a small giggle as his moans got louder. With the tip of a finger she wiped the precum from his cock then put her finger in his mouth. He tried not to taste, but knowing that his Mistress was close by he licked the finger. He was surprised that it was not that bad and then smiled as his Mistress praised him. Tatiana moved her hand faster and faster, Anthony’s moans louder. He was gritting his teeth trying to hold back, wanting this pleasure to last. His Mistress raised her arm and with a slashing motion brought the crop down across his chest. He felt the sting of the crop - once, twice, three times. With a shout his body tensed and then let go, his sperm shooting over Tatiana's face and hand, dripping onto his thighs and belly. Theda bent and kissed him, whispering, "Well done baby boy. You have pleased me!" He smiled his thanks as he tried to get his breathing under control. Louise had had an uninterrupted view and her breathing had quickened. Her Master, ever attuned to His slave, had stood close by, His hands moving over her body in an almost absent manner. Occasionally pinching her flesh, smiling as she let out a soft cry each time. One of His hands stroked her clit and along her wet slit, teasing her - bringing her close to orgasm then stopping. Her whimpers were magic to His ears, He knew from experience that when He finally gave her release it would be explosive. He noticed that her legs were starting to buckle, causing her arms to be stretched. She tried to stop her legs giving way but it was getting more and more difficult. Her Master picked up a collar from a nearby table and placed it around her neck. It was about 2 inches wide, made of black leather and had a silver ring at the front. He reached up and released her arms from the chain on the wall but keeping the wrist cuffs on. With a lightweight chain He attached her wrists to the collar, allowing her limited movement. He bent and undid her ankles, rubbing them to bring back some feeling... pins and needles shooting through her feet as the blood flowed freely once more. As He stood He placed a hand on her shoulder and she sank to her knees, sitting back on her heels as she had been taught. He ran a hand over her hair, tucking a strand behind her ear. Her body shivered slightly at His touch, for now it was soft and gentle - later it would not always be. As Anthony and Tatiana finished, there was applause and praise for Theda and Damien. Both were complimented on their choice of slaves. Clapping his hands once their Host got their attention. As the guests looked toward Him, He announced, "My friends I believe it is time to refresh our drinks." There were nods all round and Louise rose, went t the bar in the corner and poured the drinks. Placing them on a tray she returned to the main part of the room. With her eyes lowered she offered the tray to Robert. He reached for his drink with one hand and with the other ran it up her leg from her calf to her ass and down again. "Thank you Sir," she whispered and moved to Damien. Damien leant forward and bit her right nipple before taking his drink. He took a sip from the glass then placed his mouth close to Louise's pussy. He spat the liquid onto it and then licked it up, his tongue running over her clit. She gasped before thanking him. Her legs shaking slightly she offered the tray to Theda, who did not move. "Come closer," Theda said. Louise moved closer, now standing beside Theda's chair. Theda extended an arm and ran a long, blood red nail down Louise's body to her slit. Without pausing Theda slid her finger inside, her eyes closing as she felt how hot and wet Louise was. Sliding her finger out, Theda brought it to her own mouth and sucked on it, looking over at her Host. "Mmmmmm," she murmured, "Jonathan where HAVE you been hiding this tasty morsel?" Louise felt herself blushing as she heard the words. Theda gave a delighted chuckle as she noticed the flush. "Don't tell me she is an innocent too?" she asked Jonathan. Jonathan threw back his head and laughed, "No my dear Theda, she is not innocent, but she does have an innocence about her at times. It is one of her many charms." Theda smiled and finally took her drink. Louise returned to her Master's side and knelt, offering Him His drink. "Well done my sweet pet." He said and gave her a gentle kiss. "Thank you Master," she softly replied. For some minutes the only sound heard was the clinking of ice against glass as each of the guests sipped and shared with their respective slaves. It was a companionable silence where no words were necessary. Damien broke the silence, eventually, by clearing his throat. "Well my friends the hour grows late and I must take my leave," he began, "Jonathan may I thank you for a most enjoyable and entertaining evening. Your new possession is delightful and I look forward to getting to know her better." There was a murmured agreement from Theda and Robert. One by one hey rose, gave their thanks to Jonathan and climbed the stairs to the main floor. Louise retrieved their coats, then she and her Master farewelled His guests. As she closed the door after the last one had left she felt His warm breath in her ear. He softly said, "Pet you performed admirably this evening, I am well pleased." She flushed at His praise, "Thank You Master. It makes me happy when You are pleased." He kissed the lobe of her ear and ran His tongue around it. "You are a good girl," He continued, "And good girls are always rewarded." He held out a hand to her, "Come my pet." She took His hand and followed Him up the stairs to the next floor, she was almost quivering with excitement. The night was not yet over for her or her Master. Dinner Party Ch. 3 They climbed the stairs and entered the master bedroom. Jonathan removed the chain running through the collar to allow Louise free movement of her hands and arms. She then moved to light the candles that had been placed around the room. Once they were lit she moved behind her Master and slipped His dinner jacket from His shoulders. Turning to hang the jacket in the closet, she heard her Master move to sit on the edge of the bed. Louise knelt at His feet and went to remove His shoes. He held up a hand to stop her, "No, no pet. Not that way!" Louise rose, turned and stood stride His legs, her back to Him. She reached down and lifted one of His legs so as to remove His shoe and sock. Her movement caused her buttocks to tighten and become more rounded. His hands traced the curve of her hip and over the firmness of her ass cheeks. Her hands shook slightly as she began to remove His shoes and socks. She gasped as she felt His fingers tracing the crack of her ass, following it down to her wet pussy, teasing her. She finished her present task and her Master removed his hands. Louise turned and reached for his belt, undoing it and sliding it from the loops, then placing it to one side. She then unbuttoned his trousers and slid the zip down. She did not remove His trousers but instead pushed gently on His shoulders until he lay down on the bed. Crawling up His body she sat astride His waist allowing her to undo his bout. She then reached for the pearl buttons on His shirt and slipped them from the buttonholes one by one. So intent was she on her task that she was unaware of His gaze on her face. A smile crossed His face as He watched the concentration on hers, the way she caught her bottom lip between her white teeth. His gaze drifted lower to take in her breasts, noticing how the nipple rings gleamed in the candlelight. He reached up and tugged on them, bouncing her breasts as He did so. "So beautiful," He breathed. Louise completed her task, her hands shaking as she spread His shirt open. Her Master ran His hands up her breasts, past her throat, to cup her face in them. With a decisive movement He brought her face to His, her breasts pressed against His chest. "Oh my sweet pet, " He said before capturing her mouth in a searing kiss, stealing her breath, making her press closer to him. Breaking the kiss He pushed her onto her back and with deft movements snapped the wrist cuffs onto the chains attached to the headboard. Louise looked up at her Master, her eyes shining with excitement, her mouth forming a smile. Jonathan removed His shirt and trousers, reaching for His robe. Slipping it on, he secured the belt and returned to the bed. "Spread your legs!" He commanded. Her legs willingly parted and He tied them to each corner, ensuring they were firmly secured. Running a hand down her belly to her slit, He was pleased to see that she was wetter than before. Her reaction to Him was a delight and He could feel a stirring in His loins. Tonight to add a twist, Jonathan had decided to blindfold her. Taking a silk hood from the pocket of His robe He slipped it over her head, effectively shutting out all light for her. Once satisfied He picked up a crop, a paddle and a hairbrush - He dilemma was which one to use first. After a moment he decided to go with the crop, the way it marked and bruised her flesh excited Him. He brought the crop down onto the palm of one of His hands, testing its flexibility. With a broad smile on Hs face He moved closer to the bed. Raising his arm he brought the crop down so the tip struck her breast. Louise let out a small cry as the leather stung, and she knew this was only the beginning. Jonathan struck her breasts again and again, each time harder than the one before. He watched as her breasts reddened, noticing how the crop was leaving an imprint on her milky white flesh. Louise was biting her lower lip beneath the hood stifling her cries, but groans of pain still escaped. Jonathan struck twice more on each breast then positioned Himself between her legs. Standing at the foot of the bed he looked over her spread pussy, her lips and hole glistening with her juices. He reversed the crop in His hand and held the handle to the entrance of her pussy and then pushed, chuckling as it slid in easily. He worked it in and out a few times before once more taking the handle in His hand. He raided his arm, gave a flick of His wrist and brought the crop down...