2 comments/ 9006 views/ 0 favorites The Birthday Party Ch. 01 By: cora852 What a sight to behold. His torso was lined with clothespins and the pressure from the long amount of time they had been held there was causing the skin around them to become very red. I was standing in front of him holding the end of the strings that would pull them off collectively and was gently tugging on them to make the end of the clothespins move slightly...not much at all, really...but it was enough to make him wince. He was breathing very heavily. Beads of sweat formed around his brow and he refused to look at me. His bound hands struggled against the steel shackles holding him in place to the St. Andrew's Cross he was displayed on. "Please, Ma'am," he whispered. "Please, please, please..." "Please, Mr. Birch? You know your pleas hold no bearing to me. ...and while I do appreciate your begging and pleading, it won't help you." I was trying not to laugh but I was definitely smiling. I was masked as usual so he couldn't tell and I was grateful for the fact that my cheesy grin was hidden. He exhaled sharply and looked as if he was about to cry. Martin Birch had been coming to see me every Wednesday for about five years now. He was a recovering alcoholic and found that, along with "normal" therapy which he had Wednesday mornings, he found that my kind of therapy Wednesday nights helped as well. "Please, Ma'am, I can't do it!" he exclaimed. "Yes you can...and you will. This isn't so bad, Mr. Birch. I could always whip them off for you. Would you like that?" "Uhhhhhh.....no, Ma'am." "I'll take them off for you but soon. I just want you to suffer a little bit longer for me. Do you know how happy you make me when you suffer like this?" He just continued to writhe in pain. I resigned to be nice and prepared to take them off. Getting into a better stance, I wrapped the ends of the strings around my fingers and made a fist around them in order rip the clothespins off in one felled swoop...kind of like a Band-Aid. "Okay, Mr. Birch. They're going to come off now because you've obviously suffered enough. Are you ready?" "Yes, Ma'am." "Good boy. Okay, one...t..." I couldn't even get the word "two" out of my mouth and, all of a sudden, the door to the dungeon flew open and in burst Marisa with the cordless phone in her hand. All bubbly and smiley as always, she said, "Mother! Phone call...." Now, unfortunately, I was so inside my own head at that point, I turned around quickly and, forgetting the strings were still in my hand, inadvertently ripped off all the clothespins before I even got to "three." Mr. Birch yelped like a dog that just got hit by a bike and I turned back around, horrified that I had hurt him in the wrong way. He seemed just fine, though. Still, I had to make sure. "Martin! Are you okay?" He laughed and said, "What happened to three?" I said, "What happened to two is more like it! ....I suppose that's one way to take them off, eh? Seriously, though, are you okay?" He smiled sincerely and looked at me. "Yes, Kathryn, I'm fine. Thank you as always." I sighed, relieved; however, I was furious at Marisa. I told Martin that I'd be right back and marched over to Marisa who was standing there, visibly frightened. She knew she fucked up. So as to not let Martin hear our conversation, I forcefully grabbed Marisa's arm and yanked her out into the hallway and slammed the door shut. "What in GOD'S name do you think you're doing?" I whispered through clenched teeth. "You NEVER interrupt me during a session! Now look what you made me do! You know of Mr. Birch's condition. Our relationship is based on very serious trust and I just violated that." "Mother, I..." "No, you listen to me. If you EVER do that to me again, you're out of here. I don't care what I've told you or what I promised you. This isn't a game, Marisa. I don't think you know how seriously you fucked up just now." "But..." she implored, her eyes welling up with tears. "Yes, please. Tell me your excuse for barging in like that. I'd LOVE to know." She sniffled and held up the phone. "It's Tristan Andrews." My heart stopped beating. "Tristan?" I said in a hushed voice. "Yes, Mother," said Marisa, fighting back the urge to burst into tears. Marisa handed me the phone and I was staring at it for what seemed like hours. Snapping back to reality, I said, "Go take care of Martin. If he seems off in any sort of way, keep him here so we can talk. I...have to take this now." Marisa nodded demurely and went back inside to take care of Martin. I felt like a child on Christmas morning waiting to see what presents await under the tree. I excitedly bounded up the stairs and went to my office. I shut and locked the door, sat down, removed my mask and tried to sound calm. "Hello?" A soft English voice came over the other end. "I've heard that you were a bit cruel at times but did that poor girl really deserve all that?" I chuckled, embarrassed. "I...take it you heard all that. I'm so sorry." "Not at all, Lisa. After all, you learned from the best. I just suppose I didn't realize that you had taken all my lessons so seriously." "Well, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do." Here's the abridged back story on Tristan Andrews... Back when I was a second year law student, Seattle's richest and most eligible bachelor, Tristan Andrews, came to the university to give a seminar on corporate law and philanthropy. When he walked in the door, I remember being completely flustered at how incredibly handsome he was. He strode in with such grace and elegance. He's quite tall, standing at six foot four and he's very slender. He's just an all-around good-looking guy. Anyway, in the middle of his seminar, I guess he caught me staring at him and, when I realized that he was staring back at me, smiling, I quickly turned back to taking notes, all the while trying to hide my blushing cheeks. After a while, I glanced up at him again and he was still staring at me. That time, I smiled back. Thinking nothing of it, after class, I gathered up my things and headed toward the library. I walked out the doorway leading to the quad and Tristan was there waiting. I stopped dead in my tracks. He gave me a half-cocked smile and sauntered over to me with the same amount of grace and effortlessness that caught my attention in the first place. He confidently asked me why I was staring at him and I told him I didn't know. I didn't want to seem like some gushy idiot so I just kept my tone very stern and to the point. He said that he had noticed something about me and wanted to have coffee to discuss it later. I didn't know why he wouldn't just tell me then and leave it alone. Hell, I don't even know why he bothered talking to me in the first place. Clearly, he knew how handsome he was, he's incredibly rich...I'm sure I wasn't the only girl who had been caught staring that day. Later that evening, we met and sat down for coffee and he didn't really say anything to me for the first ten minutes or so. He was just sitting there looking at me...staring, judging, reading me inside and out. It was easily the most awkward meeting I've ever had and his intense stare was making me uncomfortable. I decided to try and break the ice. "So...I...really enjoyed your lecture today. I didn't know you knew so much about corporate law." I tried to gauge his reaction but he didn't say anything. He just sat there practically boring a hole into my soul with his deep, unbreakable gaze. It seemed odd to me that he invited me out to talk to me about something and he wasn't saying a word but fine. If his idea of talking was sitting there making me feel uncomfortable, well...two can play that game. So, I sat back and stared right back at him with a coy smile on my face and an uplifted eyebrow as if to say "your turn." Suddenly, he put down his coffee, crossed his legs, leaned toward me and said, "Lisa." "Yes, Mr. Andrews?" "Tristan, please." "Uh," I stammered, "okay...Tristan." "You seem like a tough young woman, you know?" "Um...thank you, I guess...I'm wound a little tight, I know," I said with a nervous laugh. "Mmm," he said with a smile, "Yes, you are. Wound tight...stern...strict...dominant, even." I laughed internally on that one. Dominant. Oh yes, Mr. Andrews. That I am. Oh hell, why not play along? "Dominant. Interesting choice of words. Do dominant women intimidate you, Tristan?" He laughed. Of course he would laugh. Who could intimidate this man? "Oh no. Much the contrary, Lisa. They intrigue me...but why would a female who possesses the same characteristics as I do not leave me intrigued?" "Same characteristics?" "Dominance, Lisa. I noticed that about you right away. That's why I asked you to come have coffee with me. I can spot people like me...like us...a mile away. How much experience do you have?" "Experience in what?" "Playing, having a submissive, a slave...anything." "Oh...god...none!" I giggled, nervously. "Well, I mean...you know...some things here and there but..." I trailed off. This was the first time I've ever really talked to anyone about any of this. It was always just my little secret and I wanted to keep it that way. "Some things? Well, do go on. I'd love to know what you've been up to." Oh lord. This guy wasn't going to let up. I sighed and crossed my arms tightly against my chest. "Well, you know, I kind of...sometimes tie...people...and, um...hit them...a little." Fuck, this was embarrassing. "All right. Light bondage, some impact. Excellent. I can help you out, though, to be the best at what you do. Would you like to be trained? I nearly spit out my coffee. "Trained? I don't understand." "Please don't be coy, Ms. Townshend. It doesn't suit you. I've been in the game longer than you've been alive and I'd like to train someone, specifically you. You hold promise. What do you think?" I don't know why I was so flustered. Maybe it's because that was always my big secret and for someone to see right through me like that really caught me off guard. "Mr. Andrews...Tristan...I don't... I mean...I don't....uh, I just..." "Excellent! Here's my number. You are to be at my house at 8 PM tomorrow night and, to ensure that you aren't a minute late, I'll have you picked up." My jaw was practically on the floor and he simply reached across the table and brushed my cheek with his hand. With that, he laid down some money on the table and, without saying goodbye, walked out. It was all very abrupt but that was Tristan's style. After I went to his house the next night, that was pretty much all she wrote. He ended up training me for about two years on everything there was to know about having a submissive, having slaves, training them and also about the ins and outs of bondage...knot-tying, different compound ties, double binds, tools to use...pretty much anything you could think of, he taught me. He also told me to reach inside myself and gain my own personal style. He taught me how to tap in to everything that turns me on, turns me off, my fetishes, visuals I find appealing and put it all together to create my own little world of perfection. After those two years, though, he brought all my ideas for my house together, funded it, wished me well and I hadn't heard from him since. That was ten years ago. Now, all of a sudden, I'm holding a phone in my hand with the almighty Tristan Andrews on the other line, seemingly back from the dead. Our conversation continued. "No doubt, Lisa. Do what you must. Now, I have a bit of a proposal for you." "Tristan, with all due respect, I haven't heard from you in ten years. Now, all of a sudden, you just call me up out of the blue? I mean....what happened to you? Why haven't you kept in touch?" "My apologies, Lisa. I didn't really think about it to be honest but you've clearly been doing quite well for yourself. Honestly, when I went back to England, I didn't maintain contact with anyone in the States. Is everything all right?" "Well, yeah, I just..." "Excellent! Then back to what I was saying about my proposal. I need you for something, Lisa." I was exasperated. "What could you possibly need me for?" "Well, I'm turning 50 this year and I'm having a party to celebrate both my birthday and my return to Seattle and you, my dear, are going to be my guest of honor." "Tristan, I'm not the D.A. anymore. I would have no business there." "Oh but you're not going as the D. A. You're just going." Insufferable. "I would love to come but I'm really busy and I don't think..." "As my birthday present." I stopped, confused. "What?" "Honestly, Lisa, pay attention. You will attend my birthday party as my birthday present." "I'm...your present?" "Yes. Do you accept?" Sarcastically, I said, "What am I gonna do, pop out of a cardboard cake?" "Hilarious, Lisa. I'm simply dying of laughter. Now, if you would please take me seriously, I really want you to do this for me." "Well, what do you mean 'your present?' It doesn't sound very good." "We can discuss specifics later tonight at my home. Does 7:00 sound reasonable?" "Well, I'd have to ch..." "Excellent," he interjected. "I'll send a car to pick you up at 6:30. See you tonight." "Tristan, honestly! ...Tristan? Hello?!" He hung up on me! Ohh that man pisses me off sometimes. Obviously I had no say in this whatsoever so I guess I was going to meet him tonight. All of that would have to wait for a while, though. I had more important things to take care of. Back downstairs, I found Marisa and Elise in the parlour. They both looked up at me. Marisa had been crying and Elise looked pissed. "Uh, Elise could you...leave us please?" If looks could kill, I would have been dead on the ground. She just nodded and got up from the couch. She put her hand on Marisa's shoulder and smiled down at her. Marisa smiled back and looked down. I sat down next to her and put my hand on her knee. She sort of turned away but caught herself. She probably thought that would make me even more upset but I wasn't upset. I was here to apologize. "Marisa, earlier when..." She cut me off. "Mother, I am SO sorry. You were right. I don't know what I was thinking. I wasn't thinking! It's just that it was Tristan and I know how much he means to you and..." "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Calm down, sweetie. Calm down. Just listen to me. Earlier when you entered the dungeon, I overreacted and I was very disrespectful to you and I am the one that is sorry. I didn't mean to be so rude to you. It was just that it happened at a very bad moment and it just happened to be with Mr. Birch and he is in a very fragile state right now. We both just need to be a little more careful from now on, all right?" She smiled and nodded. "Okay," she said. I wiped away a tear from her cheek and I knew we were good. "Now, was everything fine with Martin when I left?" "Oh yes. He said it was as good a time as ever and he can't wait until next week!" I sighed heavily. "Oh thank God. Well, that's one less thing I have to worry about. Okay. I have an involuntary appointment tonight so can you handle the house while I'm gone?" Marisa looked at me, confused. "Involuntary appointment? Ohh...heh! Mr. Andrews?" I rolled my eyes. "You guessed it. Anyway, if I have any clients tonight just call them with my sincere apologies and re-schedule if they'd like. Otherwise, you got this?" "I'm good!" she said. I smiled. "Yes, you are, dear. Okay! Wish me luck!" With that, I got up from the couch and slowly climbed the stairs to my room. Once inside, I locked the door, ripped my mask off my face, threw it on the floor and flopped down on the bed. "Uhhhhhh what the fuuuuck?!" I shouted. I loved Tristan to death but this whole "I want you to be my present" scenario was bothering me. I tried to think about it from my end. If I said that to someone, I would mean that they would be my piece of property for the night. So, if that's what he means, I don't think I'm up for it. I'm a Domme, for Christ's sake. I can't just shut that part of me off. I guess if he wanted me to attend his party as Kathryn, that would be fine. I was hoping that was what he meant, anyway. * * * It was about 6:15 and I was just doing finishing touches on my makeup. I thought I looked pretty good. I was wearing a black chiffon dress that fell just above my knees, a string of white freshwater pearls, some very cute black peep-toe heels with a bow on the front, my hair was curled and pinned back on one side, my eyes were their signature black and I chose a nice dark burgundy to accent my lips. Since it had been so long since I had seen Tristan, I wanted to look my best. I grabbed a white satin clutch purse and put on my short black trench coat. One last pass by the mirror and I was out the back door. Sure enough, there was a black limousine in the front of the house and the driver was waiting outside. I smiled warmly at him and he back at me. "Ms. Townshend?" he said. "That's me." "Good evening, Ma'am. Forgive the intrusion but...why are you here?" "Excuse me?" I said. "Well, I mean, you're the D. A....or you were. What are you doing there?" He nodded toward the house. Shit! "Um, the...lady who runs the place needed...some...legal advice." I scrunched up my face. I am a terrible liar. "Oh! Very well. After you." He bought it! ...or at least, I hope he did. He opened the back door for me and I hurriedly went inside. Feeling my heart finally leave my throat, I buckled in. Very cute, Tristan. Next time, I'll drive myself. Thirty minutes later, I arrived outside Tristan's palatial estate. It was just as I had remembered it all those years ago. It looked more like an L. A. mission-style mansion, which is odd for Seattle but that was Tristan...always the one to stand out above the rest. As if being a billionaire wasn't enough, he always had to go one step beyond reason. I got out of the car and shut the door. As the limo pulled away, I started my trek up the large, limestone stairs that led to the top of the hill where his house was. Finally at the top, I was greeted by a large, gray stone fountain in the middle of a circular driveway that made a loop in front of his house. There were perfectly-manicured hedges all around. I felt like Maria in the Sound of Music the first time she was going to meet Captain Von Trapp. I made it to the large heavy wooden door and was just about to ring the doorbell when the door flew open and Tristan was standing there with a huge grin. "Lisa," he said with hushed excitement. "Hello, Tristan," I said. I was less enthusiastic than he was because I knew that he had something up his sleeve. There was just something about this whole "present" thing that was not sitting right with me. I couldn't wait for him to divulge his plans. "Oh, you look absolutely stunning. Please come inside. We'll go to the living room. Would you care for a drink? Malbec, right?" Oh...he remembered my favorite wine. "Uh...yeah! Sure! Sounds great. Thank you." I followed him inside down a long and very open hallway and we made a right at the end. It led to a very large yet very cozy looking living room. He had a white overstuffed sofa facing a large fireplace with a flat-screen TV mounted over it and two lounge chairs to match on either side of a cherry wood coffee table right in the middle. I sat down on the sofa and he went to the bar to pour the wine. He returned quickly and sat down facing me with the same goofy grin on his face. "To you," he said, raising his glass. "Mhmm," I said, clinking my glass against his. The malbec was delicious but it wasn't wine I was craving. It was information. "Tristan, please tell me what all this is about. It's killing me." His eyes--the stormy blue color of the North Pacific--met mine as his took a sip and he slowly swallowed and set his glass down. "To business then, yes?" The Birthday Party Ch. 02 "No," he said plainly, his unstrained voice coming from behind me. As soon as the word fell from his lips, the wooden paddle made connection on my naked backside with a sharp crack. The reverberation registered such pain that I almost had to tell him to stop but I didn't...I couldn't. It was a matter of pride at this point. Yes, I had to endure his training to make him happy but, at the same time, I was doing this for myself. I had been dealing out these very same punishments (or tortures, depending on the situation) for years without feeling it myself and, I have to admit, I was starting to like it. Was it the attention I was liking? The pain? Perhaps it was a combination of both. Being under Tristan's skilled hands was certainly a turn-on to me which I also found odd. I didn't think I would like being under anybody but it was because it was him...because I trusted him and he was also my friend that made this situation bearable. I tend to believe that, if it was anybody else that wanted to try this with me, I would end up getting bored, annoyed and, if I know myself like I think I do, really mad. So, because of all this, I found myself in my current position--naked, on all fours, facing the wall, trying to remain perfectly composed as I had been ordered to do so and, for any little sound I made in response to anything, I was to be corrected with the paddle. We had been at this for about twenty minutes and I wasn't very focused. I didn't realise how hard it was to remain perfectly still and perfectly quiet but my determination is damn near unbreakable. I was ready to try again. "Sorry, Sir," I said, meekly. Yes, along with everything else, we had resorted to honorifics. He really didn't give me a choice with that one but I think he was trying to get me into a very submissive mindset straight away. I must admit, it was working. From the moment I stepped out of my car, he was standing right outside my car door waiting for me to get out. When I did, he ordered me to kneel...on the asphalt. Thinking it was a little ridiculous, I said in a very exasperated and, yes, somewhat whiny voice, "Tristan..." He obviously didn't like that very much so he grabbed my face very hard and looked me dead in the eyes. "Sir," he said. I breathed in very heavily. So it begins, I thought. "Sir," I said in reply and knelt by his feet. He put a black leather dog collar around my neck and attached a black leather leash to it. "Stand up," he ordered and I did as I was told, swiftly and without thought. He smiled and lifted my chin so my eyes met his. "You're going to do so well, Lisa. Don't worry about a thing. Shall we begin?" I nodded and he led me by the leash into the house and into the room where I was now learning my first lesson: composure. "Keep your focus, Lisa," he said, sternly. "Remember, you will be surrounded by people who may want to do these very things to you. They don't want to hear your little whimpers and screams. They just want you to be. Do you understand?" "Yes, Sir," I said. "Are you ready to go again?" "Yes, Sir." "Good girl." He set the paddle aside and resumed his work. He turned the vibrator back on and placed it against my clit, moving it just slightly back and forth. I was not to move my hips. I was not to make any noises. I just had to remain perfectly still with my head up and my eyes forward. It was absolute torture. All I was allowed to do was breathe and even that became difficult after a while. The wonderful sensation from the vibrator was getting extremely difficult, especially because we had been at this for twenty minutes but it seemed like hours. My clit was very swollen and I could feel a little drip running down my leg so I knew he could tell this was getting to me. I knew he wouldn't punish me for that, though, because I think he liked seeing me like this: a Domme kneeling in front of him with a heavily marked ass, a vibrator between her legs, dripping with excitement and perfectly silenced and composed and she was instructed to be. If I was on the other side, I knew I would be beaming with happiness. I think another minute went by and I could feel my thighs starting to shake. Unfortunately for me, I was about to have an orgasm and I did NOT know what to do. Do I tell him? Do I hold it? Do I let it go and risk getting beaten again or could I sneak it out without making any noise? Ugh...doubtful. Fuck, this was hard! I was still internally debating with myself when, all of a sudden, I felt him quickly shove a dildo in my pussy as far as it would go. At that moment, because I wasn't remaining focused, I screamed and let my orgasm fly out of my body. To my surprise, he started fucking me with the dildo as I continued to come. My arms collapsed and I lost my position, succumbing to the overwhelming feeling enveloping me. When I was finally done, Tristan withdrew the dildo from me and started to laugh. "Lisa...you are terribly predictable. Is this how you're going to impress my guests? By screaming and shaking like some whore?" "Sir..." I said, breathlessly, trying to muster any sort of composure if, indeed, I had any left. "I'm...so sorry." He chuckled again. "Oh, it's all right. You went longer this time so you're learning. We'll keep at that more aggressively and, hopefully, you'll learn not to come so quickly. All right. Time for your punishment for coming. Turn around." I got back up on all fours and turned to face Tristan. "Sit up," he commanded. I did as I was told and sat back on my heels with my hands on either thigh. "Take off my belt and hand it to me." I reached up and started to remove the black leather belt from his soft gray trousers. Once free from the belt loops, I took the belt neatly in my hands, folded it in half, got back down on all fours and presented it to him properly. I knew this was how I liked people to present tools to me so I took a bit of initiative. "Oh!" he said with surprise. "Very good, Lisa. Very good, indeed. Now, sit back up." I couldn't help but feel proud. As he took the belt back from me, I sat back on my heels. He folded the belt in half and started to unzip his pants. When they dropped to the floor, he removed his briefs as well and, while I didn't necessarily need prompting for what I knew he wanted me to do next, he grabbed my head, put his fully erect cock on my lips and commanded me to "open." When I did, without any hesitation, he shoved his cock in my mouth and I instinctively started sucking. I looked up at him and he was staring at me with a huge smile on my face. "Good girl," he said as I continued. I was starting to get a good rhythm and he was clearly enjoying himself as I heard little moans escaping his lips. I have to admit that I was enjoying myself, too. It had been a while since I'd given head to anyone and it was a nice connection to have with Tristan, especially because it was making him so happy. Then, he reached out and grabbed a big chunk of hair from the back of my head and started forcing me down further in an attempt to take more of him in. He quickly started moving my head back and forth and, because it had been a while, I wasn't used to that so it was getting hard and I could feel myself starting to choke and, eventually, I did. When he heard me, he pulled out of my mouth, lifted my head up to meet his gaze and, shaking my head he said, "Heh...naughty girl. Turn around." I got down on all fours and turned around remembering to keep the same position I was in before. I knew the belt was coming. Sure enough, I felt it against my ass and it was so sharp, I couldn't breathe. I could feel tears well up in my eyes and I tried not to make a sound. I exhaled softly but the sting remained. "That's not the only one, dear. Count them. I want to hear the pain in your voice." My voice quivering, I managed to say "one" softly and, as soon as I did, the belt came down hard on me again. Building on top of the first hit, this sting was even greater and I could feel tears rolling down my cheeks. I had to maintain my composure but my ass was already so tender from the paddle that the belt was excruciating. I'm a very stubborn woman but I felt that I was about to break. "Lisa?" he said. "T-two." I said, trying my hardest not to let him know that I was crying. Again, the belt came down, this time landing a little lower on my thighs. Being that they are probably the most sensitive spot on my body, I couldn't take the pain and I started to sob. I stayed in my position but I could not remain silent anymore. I knew I would be doubly punished for breaking my enforced silence but relieving myself this way, at this moment, was more important than his orders. I felt his hand on my head, petting my hair and he knelt down beside me. "Shhh, shhh..." he said. "Lisa, please...sit back and look at me." I did as I was told and he brushed the hair back from my face. "Three," I said and laughed a little through my tears. He sighed deeply and took me in his arms. "Are you all right? Can you continue?" I just sat there looking in his eyes which were genuinely full of concern. I was searching inside myself, at this point, wondering whether or not I could continue but, of course, I had to. I knew I could end all of this right at that moment but I felt this inherent need to continue with my training. I knew that if I did, I would come out of this stronger. Right then, my weakness was expected. I knew it wouldn't last and I didn't want to feel weak anymore. So, with that resolved, I nodded and Tristan smiled. "If you're sure..." he said, probing for a retraction. "I'm sure, Sir. Please continue to train me." "Very well, dear." he said. "Turn back to me and open your mouth." We both went back to where we were and I continued my duties. This time, it was easier to take him in and I had very little problems when he started moving my head according to the pace he desired. This time, though, he seemed to take it a bit easier on me because he would move my head a little and then let me compose myself when he felt that I was going to choke. We repeated this until he was ready to come. He let himself go in a tissue and I was internally grateful that he didn't come on me. I think he knew that I would find something like that repulsive. I couldn't help but feel, though, that if I were to be used in this manner for one of his guests at the party, which I was sure I would be, they might not be so thoughtful. When he had cleaned up and dressed himself again, he reached out his hands and I placed mine in his. He stood me up and took me in his arms in a very close embrace. "You did incredibly well, Lisa. Incredibly. Are you all right?" I looked at him and said, "Permission to speak freely, Sir?" "Absolutely, Lisa." "Tristan...I...don't know what to say. I feel...great!" He grinned from ear to ear. "What do you mean?" I shook my head. "I don't know. I...have never felt anything like that. When you were hitting me with the belt, it hurt so incredibly bad but I wasn't necessarily focused on that. I was more focused on not disappointing you. ...and then I started to cry and I'm really, really sorry about that." "No, no," he said. "It's all right. Really, it is. Do you understand what I'm trying to teach you, though?" "Um, sort of," I said, honestly. "All right" he confessed, "I have this vision of you as an object to be used. Nothing turns me on more than that. I want to see you stripped of all personality. I don't want you to be seen as a person. More of a...thing. I know it sounds...well...God-awful when I put it that way but you need to be trained to be devoid of your personality. That's why I'm commanding you be still and be silent. My hope is that, by tomorrow, you'll be somewhat, er...mindless. It's...not coming out quite the way I want it to but..." I put up my hand and shook my head. "Tristan, I know exactly what you mean. I don't quite know how to put into words exactly what I'm feeling but it's comforting, it's wonderful, surprisingly, and I want more." He seemed delighted. "Well, there will be more. Much more. After all, it's only 8:30 and we still have a long day ahead of us. What's going to happen next is I want you to play around with being on your own. You're going to be wearing a very tight leather hood tomorrow and you won't be able to hear much or see anything so you need to know what it's like to be perfectly alone and find some form of contentment within that." With that, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a simple ball gag. "This is not for punishment. Rather, it is merely a training tool to help you be able to maintain silence. You're going to wear this for the rest of the day unless I need your mouth for something. Do you understand?" "Yes, Sir," I said. Before he put it on, he asked me if there was anything I needed before my speech was taken away. Shaking my head, he commanded me to open my mouth wide and he placed it firmly inside. He buckled the straps very tightly around my head and asked if it was too tight. Again, I shook my head no. He commanded me to get back down on all fours. "Now, Lisa, the purpose of this exercise is so you can feel more like my pet. You must crawl everywhere you go. You can not use your words because pets don't speak. If you need my attention, you must come up with some way to get it. Do you understand?" I looked up at him and nodded. "Good," he said. "I'm going to go prepare something to eat for us, then," and he disappeared toward the kitchen. His house, although very large, was warm and comfortable so I crawled over to the large windows overlooking his garden where, I found out, the party was going to be held. I was grateful that I wouldn't have to crawl around on hard floors or gravel or anything like that. I knew that would be uncomfortable to the point where I probably wouldn't be able to last very long so the thought of cool grass underneath my palms and knees calmed me. I sat back down on my heels and stared out at the picturesque garden which was English to a tee. Topiaries were placed just so around a beautiful fountain, flowers in different shades of pink, purple and blue created just the right amount of color and little wooden benches were placed on either side of the fountain. I tried to envision myself out there held next to Tristan by my leash. I had no idea what was going to happen to me tomorrow but I really didn't care at this point. Much like I feel when I sort of transform into Kathryn, I could feel myself slipping away into this carefree, mindless pet like Tristan had hoped I would become. I had no hesitations. I felt extremely safe. This was far more pleasant than I had imagined and I was happy that I had accepted his proposal. Before too long, I could smell something delicious coming from the kitchen and I was excited because he had worked up quite the appetite in me. I heard his voice call to me from the kitchen. "Lisa! Come!" Instinctively, I crawled out of the living room, across the hallway and into the kitchen where Tristan was just setting a plate down at the island in the middle. When he sat down on one of the bar stools, I crawled over to him and gently nudged his leg with my head. He looked down at me and, with a smile, whispered, "You do catch on quickly. Are you hungry?" I eagerly nodded. "Sit," he commanded and I sat back on my heels. "Good girl," he said and reached out to remove my gag. Setting it on the table, he reached back down and patted my head then turned back to his plate. He cut a piece of his omelet that he had made and fed it to me. Along with everything else that had already transpired, this was the first time that I've ever been fed. It was weird to me but it was also very nice. I felt his care and compassion with every bite he let me have and I was starting to feel very close and connected with him...more than I ever have before. When breakfast was over, he replaced my gag and shooed me away. The beatings I had received earlier paired with a very filling omelet was making me sleepy and I decided, as pets do, to take a nap in the sunlight by the windows where I was sitting earlier. Curling up in a little ball, I could feel myself slipping away into a peaceful slumber and before I knew it, I was out like a light. I have no idea what time it was when I awoke but pets have no concept of time so I didn't concern myself with things that wouldn't matter. I blinked my eyes awake and stretched out on the carpet. The sunlight was still strong through the windows but it was higher now so it must have been early in the afternoon. I got up and smoothed out my hair as much as I could but I'm sure it looked awful. Maybe if I found Tristan, he would brush it for me. I got up on all fours and tried to listen for any sound coming in the house. I heard someone talking like it was from the television but I was already in the living room and he wasn't there. I crawled to the kitchen...nothing. Looking past the kitchen, however, I saw a shadow move. Listening more closely, the voices talking were getting a little louder now so I followed the sound around the corner to a room in Tristan's house that I was not yet familiar with. From the looks of it, I guess it would be considered Tristan's "man cave." It looked like a den straight out of the 50s: brown leather lounge chairs, a fully stocked bar with, seemingly, every type of scotch ever made, a nine foot pool table was over to the side and there were patio doors leading out to a smoking deck. I slowly peeked my head around the corner and Tristan was in there, all right, but there was no television. It was somebody else! I quickly sat back and my heart jumped in my throat. Oh no...what if that was someone that knew who I was? Oh but I'm sure he wouldn't do that to me...would he? I had no idea what to do. Just as I was about to crawl away, a pair of black shoes appeared beneath my eyes. Looking up, I met Tristan's gaze which, shockingly, was a happy one. For some reason, I thought he would be mad but he wasn't. "Look who's up from her nap!" he exclaimed with a chuckle. He pulled out my leash from his pocket and attached it to my collar. Walking me into the room, he stopped by the man he was having a drink with. "William, I'd like you to meet my little pet for tomorrow." The man looked at me with delight. "Well, isn't she a pretty little thing?" he said as he looked me over. "Has she been trained?" "She's working on it. Loses focus here and there but she takes correction well." This was something new to me as well...being talked about like I really was some sort of animal. It was interesting and certainly nothing I was offended by. I just tried to stay focused as much as possible. William sat down on one of the lounge chairs. He looked at me and said "come." I crawled over to him and sat on my heels looking at him. He was exceedingly handsome and, if I were to guess, I would say he was about Tristan's age. I didn't know what their relationship was at this point but I was just glad at the fact that I had no idea who he was and I'm pretty sure he didn't know me, either. He had short grey hair and very intense blue eyes, which captivated me. His gaze met mine and his half-smile told me he had something up his sleeve. "Tristan, do you mind?" "Not at all," he said and went to the bar to refresh his glass. Without much hesitation, William undid his belt and unzipped his pants. He pulled out his cock and then reached for my gag. Once it was removed he said, "Go ahead, little one." I scooted closer and put his cock in my mouth. He was a little bigger than Tristan, so again, I had to re-adjust and make sure I didn't choke. I half expected William to sort of be in the moment with me but, to my surprise, he reached over to the end table where his drink was and picked up the newspaper and started reading. Yet another new concept...being ignored. I am CERTAINLY not used to that but I just continued sucking. The Birthday Party Ch. 03 Lisa... His voice sounded like silk in my ear. I didn't want to wake up as I had slept so comfortably during the night. Even chained up as I was, I had never felt so at peace; however, my peace was quickly disturbed as I felt Tristan's hand come down hard over my mouth and he whispered again, "Lisa..." The force of his hand coming down on me like that shocked me awake. I opened my eyes and met his...gazing right back at me. It was the same look that captivated me all those years ago. He smiled softly and whispered as he kissed my forehead, "Spread your legs nice and wide." I did as I was told and he removed the blanket that was covering me. Keeping a firm hold over my mouth with one hand, he took the other and started stroking my pussy, gently. Not breaking his stare, he whispered, "Remember what you've been taught." I nodded but kept looking in his beautiful eyes. He did not break his gaze, either, and I felt his fingers enter me. It felt incredible but I knew I had to exercise restraint. After all, today was the day of the party. I knew that if I made the slightest noise or moved even the tiniest bit, he would be incredibly disappointed in me and I could not let that happen. He started fucking me very fast with his fingers and my breathing became increasingly labored the faster he went. I maintained my eye contact with him through this torment, which was obviously delighting him as his soft smile became a large grin. He chuckled a little when he saw my brow furrow. I think he knew I was getting close to coming. "Stay still, little one," he said as he continued. The tension in my belly began to increase exponentially as he continued this torture and, once again, I didn't know if I should just come or wait until he told me I could. I decided to err on the side of caution and I tried to hold it back. Tristan pulled his fingers out of me for a moment and started gently circling my clit, which was far worse. I had to close my eyes at this point to maintain what little focus I had left but it felt so delicious and the whole scenario was turning me on so much that I thought I was about to crack. Upon seeing that I was starting to lose my focus, Tristan mercifully whispered, "When you're ready, little girl, come for me" and he resumed his place inside me. This was the true test. Could I remain still and silent while having an orgasm? I was about to find out. Tristan started fucking me again and I knew it was time. When I finally let myself go, the experience of not moving, not making any sound and coming at the same time was so intense, I felt like I was going to pass out. I clenched down hard on Tristan's fingers when I came. He chuckled and said, "Very, very good girl. You did it!" He pulled his hand out of me and, removing his hand from my mouth, commanded me to "open." I opened my mouth and he stuck his fingers in. When I had sucked his fingers clean, he drew back his hand and kissed me on the forehead. "Now...let's get you undone," he said. He unclipped my wrist restraints from my collar, undid the chain that was hanging from the bed, then unclipped the restraints from each other and removed them as well. It was lovely to be in that position but it was even better out of it. Once freed, he stuck out his hands to assist me out of the bed and I immediately put my hands in his. He looked down at me and said, "I made your breakfast already. You need to eat." "Yes, Sir," I said with a smile. "Lisa, this is going to be a very trying day for you. Taking that into consideration, I've decided that, for right now, I just want you to relax. You can speak freely and you don't have to call me Sir, all right? Not for a while, anyway." I sighed deeply and thanked him. I was so grateful that he was sort of lending me back my identity. Even though I knew it wasn't going to last long, I was taking what I could get. We walked hand in hand to the kitchen and he motioned for me to sit on one of the bar stools. There was a plate there mounded with scrambled eggs, four strips of peppered bacon, two pieces of toast with butter and, beside it, a large glass of orange juice. "Wow, Tristan..." I said, my eyes wide at the huge amount of food he expected me to eat. "This is, um...a lot of food." "Yes, well, it's made to last. The only thing you'll possibly be fed after this meal is cock and I'm pretty sure that won't fill you up," he replied with a smirk. I shook my head and smiled. "Happy about that thought, aren't you?" "Oh yes, Lisa. Quite. Go ahead and eat and make sure there isn't one scrap left, understood?" I nodded and began to eat as Tristan walked away. The breakfast he had prepared for me tasted wonderful but, after a while, it definitely became a chore to consume it all. I was more than full when I finally finished my plate as well as the juice. I slowly hopped off the bar stool to put my dishes in the sink and went to find Tristan. He was in the living room reading and, upon seeing me, smiled and walked over to me. "How was your breakfast?" "It was good but sooo filling!" He laughed, "Well, again...it was meant to be. Time to clean you up." Taking my hand, he led me to the bathroom where a bubble bath had already been drawn. He motioned for me to get in and I sat down in the warm water. It felt so good to finally have the chance to bathe. Once I sunk in the water and surrounded myself with bubbles, Tristan sat on the edge of the tub, rolled up his sleeves and began to wash me. He began talking to me as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on...telling me funny stories about him and his friends from London, how his time back in the States was going... He was laughing and so was I...it was all very light-hearted and I completely forgot about my present circumstance. More importantly, I momentarily forgot about what was expected of me that evening. When I was all cleaned up, Tristan slowly got up and looked at me in a very stern manner. Oh yeah, I thought. Here we go... "Stand up," he ordered. I did as I was told and stood straight, facing him. He pulled out a razor from a drawer under the sink and handed it to me. "You need to shave yourself...everything. When you are done, you will get down on all fours and knock on the door to let me know you're ready. Is that understood?" I humbly nodded and he left the room. I sighed...that brief moment when we were just two friends talking was so nice but far too abrupt. My heart sank a little when I realised that the fun was over and it was right back to business again. I sat at the edge of the tub and worked on shaving my legs and my underarms. I always keep my pussy shaved so it only needed a little touch-up and, soon, I was nice and smooth all over. I emptied the bathtub and put the razor back in its place. In the same drawer, I found a hairbrush, luckily, so I brushed out my hair and made sure it was good to go as well. Once I looked perfect, I reluctantly got down on all fours, crawled over to the door and knocked. A moment later, the door opened and Tristan was standing there with the leash in his hand. He attached it to my collar and gave it a slight yank. I moved forward and he walked me into his bedroom. Once there, he tied the end of the leash to one of the legs of his bed and said, "Now let me inspect you to see if you've done well." He walked behind me and put his hand on my pussy. "Mhmm...good job there. Now what about here?" and he parted my ass cheeks. "Lisa..." he said. "Yes, Sir?" "You seem to have forgotten something." I knew what he was talking about. "Sir, permission to speak freely?" He sighed with annoyance. "Yes, what is it?" "Tristan, I...can't...do that." "Can't do what?" he replied. "Tristan, I think that's a hard limit for me." He walked back to face me and knelt beside me. His eyes were filled with concern. "You don't want your ass to be used?" "I just can't, Tristan, I'm sorry." He looked disappointed and didn't say anything for a while but he looked deep in thought. "Well," he eventually said, "how about this? I'll keep that part of you off limits but you have to wear a plug instead. Does that sound fair?" The notion of having an anal plug in me all night didn't sound the greatest but it was better than the alternative. "Yes, that sounds fair. Thank you." "You're welcome. Now then...see what's on the bed?" I looked up and saw an array of objects but couldn't quite make out what they were. "What are they?" I asked. "They're for you. It's about noon and I'm going to dress you now so you can become used to being somewhat isolated. I need to get you in that frame of mind so you'll be right where I need you for the party. That being said, I need to tell you a few things. First, I will remind you that the hood you'll be wearing is very tight and while you will still be able to hear everything, it will be very muffled. I'm going to keep the zipper over the mouth unzipped but you will be gagged. You should have adequate room to breathe so I'm not necessarily worried about that but if you find that anything...anything at all goes wrong, remember that I will be holding you by your leash the entire night so all you need to do is tug on the leash three times but, Lisa, I can not stress this enough. Do not tug on the leash unless it is an absolute emergency. Is that clear?" "Yes, Sir," I responded. "Excellent, darling. Second, should anyone decide to give you pleasure...and they most assuredly will...you have my permission to come however many times you want. You don't have to ask regardless of the situation. No one should be giving you any commands tonight besides me so that order stands. Got it?" I nodded. "Good. I have one last thing for you and then you're going to get dressed. At some point during the party, I am going to display you on this." He pointed toward something that looked like a wooden box with two steps leading up to the top of it. It was stained and varnished a very nice, dark brown. "You won't be able to see, remember, so you need to get used to what this pedestal feels like and how I expect you to display yourself, all right?" "Yes, Sir." "Okay, first thing's first." He reached down and untied the leash from the leg of the bed and removed it. Grabbing my arm, he stood me up and now, of course, I could see everything on the bed perfectly. The first thing that caught my eye was the hood that I was expected to wear. It was all black leather with two eyelets where my nostrils would be and a zipper over the mouth. I could see that there were laces in the back so I knew he was going to make it as tight as possible. Next to the hood were two black leather ankle cuffs and two wrist cuffs that matched the others. They had very delicate-looking silver O-rings dangling from them. I thought they were exquisite and was excited to wear them. Then there was a pair of nipple clamps--the kind that are adjusted by turning the bottom and, of course, my old friend for the last day and a half...a red ball gag. Tristan immediately started putting the restraints on my wrists and ankles. When they were on, he stepped back and looked me over with his finger resting on his chin...he looked displeased. "Lisa, come over here," and motioned toward his dresser. I walked over to where he was standing and he opened the top drawer. Meticulously laid out inside the drawer were a series of anal plugs...all different sizes and some even had what looked like tails coming off the end. I must admit, they excited me. After all, if I was to be Tristan's pet, what better way to play the part? "Pick one," he said. After careful perusal of all of them, I chose a small-ish black one that had a short black-haired tail on the end. When I picked it up and handed it to him, he seemed surprised but in the best way possible. "Lisa, that's adorable," he said with a huge smile on his face. I smiled back in agreement. "So this is the one then, yes?" I nodded. "Very well," he said. "Down." I got down on all fours and presented my ass to him. Before too long, I felt his fingers on me, warming me up a little and getting a sufficient amount of lubricant on the area before he inserted the plug. When I felt the tip of the plug against me, Tristan told me to relax as much as possible. I took a deep breath and I felt him start to push. To my surprise, I accepted it faster than I thought I would and, mere seconds later, I could feel myself clench down around the small part at the very end. "Are you all right, Lisa? How does it feel?" "I'm fine, Sir. It feels really good. Thank you." He laughed, "No, thank you! I'm glad you don't want to be fucked in your ass because this is way more enjoyable and you look wonderful." I smiled. I loved making him happy with me. He commanded me to stand so he could continue. The plug felt very different in me now that I was standing. It was a little painful but only because it had been an extremely long time since I had worn one. I knew that, after a while, I probably wouldn't even feel it anymore...at least that's what I had hoped. Taking the hood in his hand, he asked me if I was ready. We had gone this far...there was no reason to turn back now. Nodding my head yes, he put it on me and started lacing the back. I've always been a huge fan of the smell of leather and the inside smelled so good, that alone could have made me this mindless creature Tristan was so desperate to create. Slowly but surely, I felt the leather wrap tighter and tighter around my face until I was consumed by darkness. I felt Tristan's hands on my shoulders as he moved from my back to my front. He unzipped the zipper in front and said, "Lisa, how are you doing?" He was right about my hearing. I could hear him fine but it was definitely muffled. "I'm okay, Sir." "Can you breathe properly?" he asked. "Yes, Sir," I replied. "Do you need anything before I gag you?" "No, Sir," I said. "All right...remember. If ANYTHING goes wrong...anything at all...three tugs on the leash, do you understand me?" "Yes, Sir. Three tugs on the leash." "Anything," he said again and, when I felt the ball against my lips, I opened my mouth nice and wide. Once the gag was secured around my head, he commanded me to get down on all fours. I felt him reattach the leash on my collar and, when I felt a yank, I instinctively started to crawl forward. I felt something by my hands...something hard. I heard Tristan say "up"...right! The pedestal! I lifted my right hand and, sure enough, found the bottom step. After that, even though I couldn't see, I easily found the next step up and then the platform at the top. I crawled forward enough to where I could feel the edge with the palms of my hands and stopped in what I perceived to be the center. When I straightened out my posture as Tristan had instructed the day before, I felt his hand on my ass. Okay, Lisa...I thought. Don't move. Don't move. I felt his hand leave my ass for a second and then it came down again with a loud slap. It shocked me a little but I remained still and silent. He continued spanking me and I was so grateful for the gag in my mouth as it allowed me something to bite down on. I could feel my ass start to get very hot as he continued and the strikes were beginning to get very painful. Then, he stopped for a moment and I felt his fingers start to gently pull and tease my nipples until they were hard. Sure enough, the nipple clamps came shortly thereafter and provided me new pain to focus on. When they were firmly attached, he resumed spanking me. The pain of his hand coming down so hard on me was worse now that my skin had time to become more sensitive and I didn't know how much more I could take before I made some sort of noise; however, as he is want to do, the pain was, inevitably, paired with pleasure. I soon felt his fully erect cock fill me and he started to fuck me slowly while continuing the spanking. Remaining perfectly composed as instructed, I was in heaven. Succumbing purely to sensation and not to anything visual, I had no choice but to slip into everything I was feeling. It actually got to the point where I didn't want to make noise and, whatever it may have looked like, I was smiling inside my hood as much as the gag would allow. After a while, Tristan pulled out of me and gave me one final slap. "Good girl," he said, breathlessly. At that moment, I truly did feel like a good girl. I felt that all he wanted to me to accomplish was finally delivered and I was amazed that I could do everything he expected me to do. Moreover, the very fact that he was so happy with me was all the motivation I needed to continue to try to do the best I could at playing this game with him. I felt my previous hesitations fall away and I was deeply immersed in my present role. The pressure of the clamps soon fell away and I assumed he had removed them. I felt my leash being tugged to the right and I slowly turned around on the pedestal. "Down girl," Tristan commanded and I slowly found the edge of the platform leading to the steps. Carefully making my way down, I stopped at Tristan's feet. "That's it...now come," he said and, upon feeling the force on my collar, followed the pull of the leash. When we started to walk, I could feel the little tail between my legs move with my hips. It was a wonderful feeling and it made me feel strangely beautiful. This whole experience was just getting better and better. I didn't know where I was being led to but, upon feeling the familiar carpet underneath my palms, I knew I was in the living room. The carpet was very warm where we stopped so I knew he must have led me over to the windows where the sunlight had been hitting that same spot all day. I heard him unclip my leash and he said, "Lay down." I laid down on the carpet as I had done before and I heard his voice very close to me. "Good girl. I'm going to leave for a while to get things prepared for tonight. I'll wake you if you fall asleep, understand?" I nodded. He patted me on my head and I was, once again, left in solitude. I curled up in a little ball and reached behind me to feel my new tail. It was so soft to the touch and I was very proud to wear it. All of this was exciting me so much that I could feel myself getting very wet at this point. I tried to listen closely to see if Tristan was still around but I really couldn't hear very much at all. Turning over on my back, I shifted my hips and, spreading my legs as wide as they could go, bent my knees. This new position was putting a fair amount of pressure on the plug inside me and all that did was heighten how aroused I already was. My hand soon found its way to my clit and I began to masturbate. I hoped to God Tristan wasn't around because he might get very upset with me. After all, I think he expected me to take a nap, not touch myself. I must admit, with everything in tow...the anal plug, the hood over my face, the gag in my mouth, being treated and used as a pet for all this time and, most importantly, doing something I shouldn't be doing, it didn't take long for me to come at all. I made sure to be quiet but I damn sure wasn't still. The power of my orgasm sent me into a whirlwind and I arched my back as I let myself go. It was so wonderful to be able to honor every feeling in my body without having to exercise any sort of restraint or self-control. After I settled down, I graciously faded into the blackness of the hood and fell asleep. I awoke to the feel of the back of Tristan's hand gently stroking my arm. It was so nice to be woken up in this way...so gentle, so caring. I rolled over so the front of me was facing him and I nuzzled my head into his hand. He chuckled and started rubbing my back. "Did you sleep well, little girl?" I nodded vigorously in response. "I'm sure you did. That orgasm you had seemed like it was a good one, yes?" The Birthday Party Ch. 03 Oh...fuck. He saw...everything. I had no idea what to do so I acted on instinct. I hastily got up on all fours and bowed down with my arms extended out in front of me, my hands flat on the floor together and my head very, very low to the ground. With everything taken away from me, this was the only way I could say that I was truly sorry for breaking the rules. I had no idea what was going to happen but I was expecting the worst beating of my life but I more than deserved it. After all, this was the reason he was training me and I threw that all away just for a few selfish moments of pleasure. I don't even know why I masturbated in the first place. He had given me more than enough opportunities to come so why did I think needed one more?! I was ashamed and embarrassed but, moreover, I was infuriated with myself. I could feel tears well up in my eyes and, before I knew it, I was sobbing. Tristan took my head in his hands. "Shhh, shh...Lisa. Lisa, look up." I tilted my head up toward his voice. "It's all right, darling. Do you need to talk to me?" I shook my head "no" and crawled closer toward him. I felt his knees, as he was kneeling down to talk to me, so I placed my head in his lap, still weeping. "Shh," he said, "don't cry, little girl." He bent down and kissed me on the head and gave me a hug. "I'm not upset with you. You know what you did was wrong. That's all I care about. Are you going to be all right?" I nodded my head, still resting in his lap. "You know, my darling, watching you like that...kind of got me a little excited myself," he admitted. Hearing that made me delighted that, not only was he not going to beat me for being bad but it also turned him on. I immediately got up on all fours and wagged my tail. Tristan laughed a hearty laugh and grabbed me by the chin. "No matter what the predicament, Lisa, I will always find you extremely sexy and there's no way I could be mad at you for giving me such a splendid show. Now...the party's about to start. Remember: the only things that are expected of you are to remain still and silent, to display yourself on the pedestal when it's time and to tug on the leash three times if you need anything, understood?" I nodded. "Excellent. Do you need anything at all before we go outside...do you need water or do you need to use the bathroom?" I shook my head "no." "All right, then," he said, "party time." Tristan told me to stay where I was until he returned. I heard him come closer after a minute or two and I felt something cold and wet spray me all over my body. I didn't know what it was but, soon, I could smell that it was my perfume that I had brought with me. Shortly after, I felt his fingers on my nipples...pinching them to get them erect. After a moment, I felt the slow pressure and pain of the nipple clamps I had seen earlier on the bed and they felt wonderful. The slow, dangling movement of the chain that connected them was making me very excited. I loved that feeling. He re-attached my leash to my collar and yanked me forward. I crawled alongside him and, as soon as I felt cold tile underneath my palms, I knew it was really time. I was so nervous but, at the same time, this is what I had worked for. I didn't know if I was ready for all of this but I guess I was about to find out. * * * When we walked outside the door, it wasn't long before I felt cool grass underneath my hands and, after a few moments passed, I heard an uproar of applause. I could not tell how many people were there but there must have been a hundred or more. I also heard string music that started as soon as we were in front of everyone. I tried to keep alert but all the noise was confusing me terribly. There was so much going on and, of course, I couldn't see so it was throwing me off immensely. Still, I was grateful that Tristan was holding me close...it was my only semblance of safety. The applause died down and Tristan piped up. "Ladies and gentlemen," he said, "I want to thank each and every one of you for attending tonight. It means so much to me that you have all come out to celebrate both my return to Seattle and my 50th birthday. I can think of no better way to spend this evening than with some of my closest friends. Please enjoy yourselves this evening and, again, thank you all so very, very much." The applause, cheers and whistles started again but I was still so confused. He didn't even mention me. I took that to mean that these friends were so close to Tristan that they were all fairly aware of his lifestyle. It was comforting to me but, at the same time, I was still not used to being ignored; however, it was probably a good thing because I was really nervous about what was going to happen to me tonight, if anything at all. Music filled the air yet again and we were off. I was being led left and right and hordes of voices surrounded me. They were all terribly muffled but some of them, I swore, I recognized. I couldn't place anything, though, as I was so deeply immersed in my role that I wasn't concerned with who might have been there. The leash helped me maintain my sensibilities and, again, I was grateful for Tristan's constant presence. If he had left me alone, I probably would have lost it. I trusted him deeply, however, so I knew he had my best interests constantly in mind. We moved yet again and I heard water so we were close to the fountain. The music got louder, too, so I couldn't hear anything except the rushing water and the strings of violins. Suddenly, I felt hands all over me. Small, delicate hands as well as big, rough hands feeling me all over my body. I felt a hand on my tail, another on my ass, another one lifting my head...I felt like I was being inspected but, still, I could hear nothing except the water and music. I immediately assumed a very rigid stance as I knew that I had to start applying my training. A hand came down hard on my ass and, as soon as it did, another hand, or perhaps the same one, shot down to my pussy. No hands lingered where they were, however. I couldn't even tell if it was one person touching me or ten after a point. It all felt the same. It was such a strange sensation and, not being able to hear any voices, I was so lost inside my own head that I figured the best way to maintain my composure was to just close my eyes and stay still. This went on for, I don't know...probably fifteen or twenty minutes and then I was led away. Wherever I was led to was, suddenly, a lot quieter and it was nice to be able to come back to reality for a little bit. I heard Tristan say, "Up, girl." I figured he was talking about getting up on the pedestal he had trained me on earlier. I crawled forward a little and I felt the familiar wood under my hand. I crawled up to the the top and displayed myself as I had been taught. Then, Tristan said, "Well? What do you think?" Was he talking to me? "Is she ready for me?" I heard a man's voice say. The voice sounded so familiar. It sounded like home to me. There was something about that voice that I knew so well but I could not place it for the life of me. I strained to focus on it but, with all the confusion going on...all the voices, the water, the music...honestly, I couldn't place that voice. Tristan replied, "Yes, she's been fully trained to meet your demands and I think you'll be quite happy with her performance." The other man said, "I'm sure I will and, again, thank you for all you've done." His demands? ...but I thought this was all for Tristan. Now I was scared. Who was I really being prepared for all this time? That voice didn't belong to William...who was it? I felt warm, gentle hands start to caress my ass...rubbing me all over. I felt a mouth kiss both my cheeks as well. Something was so tender about that kiss. I hoped that this stranger was going to be gentle with me. I soon felt something against my pussy and I could tell I was about to be fucked. Surely, without delay, I felt the stranger's cock start to fill me and he began fucking me. I knew it was, essentially, show time, so I was more concentrated and focused than ever. Even with the added pressure from the anal plug still inside me and the swaying of the nipple clamps becoming more fevered, I still knew that if Tristan had spent this much time training me for someone else, I really needed to be on my game. The stranger was fucking me furiously and I felt a hand come down on my ass hard. I was wincing inside my hood...grateful that the stranger couldn't see that he was getting to me. The faster he fucked me, the more everything started to come together and I was getting more and more excited. Once I felt my clit being played with, I couldn't hold myself together for much longer and I remembered what Tristan had said...I was allowed to come as many times as I wanted and didn't need to ask. I didn't want to risk making any noise but I needed to come badly so I decided to try and impress the stranger by employing my rigorous training. It wasn't long before I had an orgasm and I heard the stranger say behind me, "Heh...she did it. That's incredible, Mr. Andrews." He was far from finished, though. He incessantly pounded me from behind, harder and harder, it seemed, with each stroke. I didn't know how much longer I could maintain my position. My arms were getting very weak and I could feel them starting to shake. The stranger must have seen this but just in time. He pulled out of me and moaned very loudly as I felt something warm on my back. Either Tristan or the stranger cleaned the mess off me and I felt the same warm kiss, this time on my shoulder. "Good girl," the stranger said. "Mr. Andrews? Thank you so much again and happy birthday." Tristan said, "It was my pleasure, sir. Contact me again if you ever want to further this little one's training." A very familiar laugh struck my ears and the stranger said, "Will do. Have a great night." I heard Tristan's voice very close in my hooded ear. "You have impressed me so much. Your duties for the night are fulfilled. Would you like to stay or would you like to go?" I was at a crossroad. I didn't know if I wanted to stay or go but, seeing as how I was obviously prepared for one person and one person alone, I didn't see the need to stay. I nodded my head and Tristan said, "Go?" I nodded again. He sighed and said "very well" and he led me back into the house. I heard more applause and whistles before he closed the door. It seemed I was, most definitely, the entertainment for the evening. I can only imagine how many people were watching the stranger fuck me. I was sure I was led into Tristan's bedroom when we were inside the house. The amount of steps I had to take was longer than it would have taken to get to the living room. "Stay," he said. I could feel the leash coming off my collar...the nipple clamps came off after that. Then my gag was finally removed. My mouth was completely parched for being gagged for that long and having multiple orgasms as well. I tried to lick my lips but it was to no avail. Then, finally, I felt his hands on the back of my head undoing the laces of my hood. I finally felt Lisa starting to come back when my sight was restored to me and it was like being born again. "Welcome back," Tristan said with a smile. It was certainly good to see his handsome face again. "Thank you," I whispered. "Okay, time for your adorable little tail to come out. Relax for me." I closed my eyes and focused on relaxing. I felt him pull a little and it came out quickly...and, just like that, I was a pet no more. Tristan helped me up on my feet and took me in a very tight embrace. "Thank you so much, Lisa." "You're welcome, Tristan. It was a very interesting but very lovely experience. I feel like I should be thanking you." "No thanks necessary, dear. You gave me more than I ever could have hoped for. Stick out your hands." I did as instructed and he removed the restraints from my wrists, then my ankles, then the collar. "There you are...you're free," he said with a strained smile. I could tell he didn't want me to go. Even I had my hesitations but I was tired and I just wanted to go home to Daniel. He was probably so worried about me, anyway, and I didn't want to prolong his agony any more than was necessary. "Your clothes are hanging in the closet. I can have Roger take you home." "But my car..." I said. Tristan interrupted, as he always does, and said, "I'll make sure you get your car first thing tomorrow. Go home to Daniel, Lisa. He's probably worried about you. I...have to get back to my guests now. Call me tomorrow and let me know you're all right." I gave Tristan a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. With that, he left. I went to the closet and, sure enough, found all my things. When I was finally dressed and presentable, Roger was waiting for me in the hallway and motioned for me to come with him out the back door so no one would see me leaving. The drive back to my house was excruciating. I couldn't wait to see Daniel but it was so hard to leave Tristan. He made me experience things I never thought I would feel in my lifetime and the close connection we had, broken so suddenly, made my heart hurt. Still, I recalled what I told Daniel and it was just as true then as it was now...that our relationship is the one that matters and it is the one I will fight for. When Roger finally pulled up to my house, I flew out of the car, barely thanking him for the ride. I burst through the door, expecting to find Daniel waiting up for me...but he wasn't. As a matter of fact, the house was dark. I found that a little odd. I was still running on pure adrenaline, though, so I went to my bedroom and found him asleep. The second I saw his form curled up under the blanket, I started to cry. I ran over to him and he woke up immediately. "Oh Daniel!" I said through tears as I kissed him profusely all over. He sleepily took me in his arms and started stroking my hair. We just stayed there like that, holding each other. It was so nice to be back in the arms of someone who loved me, someone who had totally given himself to me. It was also nice to feel like myself again. I took off all my clothes and crawled into bed with my sleepy, beautiful Daniel. He took me under his arm, still half asleep and I snuggled up very close to him. He finally spoke up and said, "Did you have a good time?" I had to chuckle a little and said, "If you only knew what happened...but we can talk about that tomorrow. Were you okay by yourself this whole time?" "I actually had a pretty good day today," he replied. "Oh yeah? What did you end up doing?" I inquired. He rolled over so his eyes met mine. "I found a party to go to," he said with a smirk and gave me a kiss on my forehead.