0 comments/ 35453 views/ 1 favorites Cocktail Party By: Jimbow "The guest will be here any minute Jenna. Let's see how you look!" You walked over to Sir James and stood silently before him. You went over in your mind his instructions. O.K I've bathed and shaved as he asked. No make-up and no clothes except the patent leather extreme high-heeled pumps. I hope I pass. He scanned you with a discerning eye. "You look very pretty tonight. Remember to do what ever my guest request and you'll succeed admirably." "Oh, I almost forgot." He lifted off the sideboard two nipple clamps that were connected by a golden chain. Deftly he applied a clamp to each of your teats and screwed the clamps down. "Does that hurt?" "No master." "How about now?" as he tightened the device. Your eyes grew wide with the extra pressure. It hurt, but also stimulated your nips so that they stood erect. "Yes master." You gasped. "Excellent!" "One more thing." Again from the sideboard he picked up a wildly feathered mask and placed it over eyes. "Awesome!" he complimented. "That will do just fine. Look in the mirror my pet." You looked and it had a bizarre quality that you secretly loved. Your nipples were red and swollen. They matched the gold, red and green feathers of the Mardi Gras masque. "Come here." He ordered. As you faced him he applied the crimson lipgloss to your pursed lips. "Perfect." He said as he finished his handiwork. The door chimes announced that the guests were arriving so now you assumed your duties as the cocktail hostess. The first to enter the room was a woman in her mid-fifties dressed in a full-length mink coat. Her name was Beth. She was full figured and her ample bosom almost spilled out of her dress. She handed you her coat and then kissed Sir James on both his cheeks. A younger woman, Laura, who appeared to be in her late 20's, escorted Beth. Then two men entered. They were average looking, but as you would soon discover were not average in the penis department. After hanging up the guest coats you circulated through the crowd and served the gin and tonics. Sir James turned the main lights down, but turned on a strobe light and some colored lights that flashed to the different frequencies of the music. A disco like music thumped from the stereo and as the libations were consumed the libidos loosened. The five of them danced in a small knot. A bottle of poppers was being passed around and everyone was inhaling deeply. The attractive Laura stopped you, placed the bottle of poppers under your nose and ordered you to inhale and then two more times. The rush was intense, so much so you almost dropped the tray. She took the tray away from you and then deeply kissed you on your mouth. You had had very little experience with woman to woman passion. Was it the poppers or she? You didn't know or care. You returned the passionate kiss as you felt another set of hands begin to paw at your body. These belonged to Beth. She lovingly ran her hand down the small of your back. Her fingers played there as she kissed you from behind on the nape of your neck. She looked over your shoulder and ordered Laura to strip. This Laura did without hesitation then she returned to you. She rubbed her body over yours like a cat will do sometimes. Meanwhile Beth held a tit in each hand as she rubbed her crotch against the bare skin of your ass. The sensation of the silken dress was wonderful. The poppers had been shoved under your nose again and this time you needed no prompting to inhale deeply. You took the time to give Laura an appraisal. She had small breast with very erect nipples. She did not shave her under arms or her pussy. The hair of her pussy was thick and forest-like. Hair crept towards her navel and up the crack of her ass. Greg and Bobby had stripped off their clothes by this time. And their cocks were semi-rigid. A collar was around Bobby's neck and Greg held the leash that was connected to it. The music was blaring and the lights continued to flicker as Greg ordered Bobby down on his hands and knees. He dragged him towards you and then Bobby began to lap at your wet pussy. It felt great. Sir James, naked, approached the tight circle of bodies. He undid some cords on Beth's dress and pulled it away to reveal her nearly nude body. She was large like you. Large floppy udders that hung down. A large round full sensuous belly that oozed into large wide hips. Her thighs were plump and shook as she gyrated to the music. She was completely clean shaven. Her pussy was pouty and so inviting. You watched as Sir James kissed her fully on her lips and she began to fondle his stiffening cock. The green-eyed monster raised its head in your psyche. The fangs of jealousy bit deep as you watched. That should be me you steamed. As if they had been reading your mind, James and Beth turned towards you and began to caress you teats. They were laughing when their fingers entered your pussy at the same time. You moaned loudly as the two hands worked your hot pussy. James caressed your clit while Beth managed to insert her four fingers into your cunt. The steady rhythm of their stimulation was fantastic. The orgasm that you wanted was coming. Sir James must have sensed your heat, for he stopped what he was doing and commanded that you get on your hands and knees. Bobby was pulled by his leash and told to stick his dick into your ass. He spit into his hand and rubbed the spittle on to the head of his huge cock. He then roughly shoved his rigid member into your butthole. You yelped with the pressure of the shoving. At first you thought, 'My God I'll split in two.' However you quickly accommodated the large phallus and instead of moaning with pain began to grunt with pleasure. "Oh, James! I believe the slut likes it." Exclaimed Beth. "Of course she does. She's my slut and she will do anything she is commanded to do. The more perverse the better. Any suggestions dear?" James replied with a leer. "Why sure. Laura lick the sluts pussy!" Laura obeyed. She lay on her back and crawled under you facing up. She then began the cunnilingus. Her hairy pussy was directly below your face. The pungent aroma wafted towards your nose. You inhaled the aroma deeply. The next thing you knew you had your face between her legs and lapped her clitoris. Sir James had introduced you to the pleasures of Lesbos. It was repugnant and compelling at the same time. Your tongue moved over the soft inner labia. As you touched her clit Laura's body stiffened and then relaxed as you continued to suck. Your ass received the hammering from Bobby's hard dick. It felt great. You groaned from the repetitious pounding. Now you felt the telltale heat in your loins. The slow boil spread through your body as you felt the hand of Sir James on the back of your head. He shoved your mouth down on Laura's compliant pussy as he commanded, "Eat her well slut! I give you my leave to cum now!" Like a switch to a light the command set the orgasm surging. Laura also came as you did her spray catching you full in the mouth. It tasted like sex too! And it was such a turn on. Then Bobby erupted in your ass pumping his hot jism into your tight asshole. He continued the pace of the pounding for some time before withdrawing his reddened penis from your ass. His cum seeped out as your puckered ass. Sir James positioned you next on your knees. You watched as he kissed and fondled Beth's full figure. Her sex smell was strong. James' fingers skillfully pulled the woman's tits by the nipples tweaking them with just the right pressure. Again you felt jealous as you watched the attention now being centered on her clean-shaven cunt. He squatted and rubbed his face over her vulva as he continued to manipulate the hardened nipples. Greg who had been watching the scene while slowly beating his engorged cock now arose crossed over to Beth and James. As James lapped the large woman's pussy, Greg Kissed her neck, cheeks ears and mouth. She eagerly grabbed his erection and began to jerk him off. James pulled you next to him and commanded you to eat the smooth glistening cunt. As you obeyed James pushed his stiff prick into Beth's cunt. You watch as the penis went in and out covered with Beth's cunt juice. The heat of the motion churned the juice until it was a white creamy color that reeked of wanton slut sex. You began to lick her clit as Sir James pounded the fat cunt harder and harder. Beth pushed your face into her twat as she began to vocally cum enjoying the attention of all three people. While this was occurring Laura took digital snap shots of the orgy as Bobby slowly fondle her pussy with one hand and jerked his cock with the other. James and Greg continued to stand as Beth slid to the floor content with her orgasm. James grabbed a hand full of your long hair and forced his cock into your mouth. Greg then shoved his into your mouth pussy too! It was an incredible sensation of the two erect dicks pushing into your mouth together. You could taste Beth on James' penis and contrast the distinct flavor of Greg's cock from the sexual stew. You worked the cocks as only a horny fuck-slut can. You held each man's scrotum, one in each hand squeezing and fondling the cum filled balls. Orgasm was fast approaching under your clever cock sucking skill. Each man could feel himself rubbing against the others cock and also feel your teeth as you expertly chewed the erections. James and Greg began to kiss and fondle each other as you continued the fellatio. Soon their mutual grunts filled the room followed by their near simultaneous orgasms. Hot creamy streams of spunk shot into your willing mouth. The cum overflowed your mouth-pussy and oozed down your face. They pumped more jism as they continued to fuck your mouth. Finally their shoving came to an end. They removed their still erect penises from your mouth fell to their knees and kissed you tenderly on the lips and neck. Beth laughed heartily and remarked, "Now that was the best cock-tail party I've ever cum to!" Cocktail Party I've spoken with the other guests and they are all very excited to meet you. It's an interesting mix of people: some couples, some will be attending stag, as they say. All of them share a common interest, which is really what this evening is about. I have selected your outfit for you. It's laid out on the bed. After you have showered, you will get dressed. Wear nothing other than what I have selected for you. Also, no perfumes and only a little makeup. I want the world to enjoy the natural you. The dress waiting for you when you return from the shower is simple yet elegant. It's black and the sheer fabric clings to your body, accented your beautiful features and displaying your lovely curves. It's backless, swooping low and just barely covering your buttocks. Between this, the plunging neckline, and the two delicate straps the tie behind your neck, you can see why there are no undergarments laid out for you. The shoes are also simple but designed to flatter your beautiful form -- sling back, open toed heels. Your feet are openly displayed and stockings, had they been included in your outfit, wouldn't look right with these shoes. The eight inch heels keeps your spine straight, causing your breasts and bottom to jut out alluringly. I tell you how beautiful you look, kissing you and staring into your eyes. I hand you a black clutch purse and warn you sternly not to open it. It's time to go. A long black car is waiting for us, back door ajar. During the car ride I sit with my arm possessively around you. I stroke your knee and thigh softly and almost absentmindedly. It's plain that I have much on my mind. From a glance at the bulge in the black silk fabric of my pants, you can tell they are erotic notions. We arrive at a beautiful hotel. I whisk you through the lobby. I deviate my glance only once from the polished bronze of the elevator doors to return the subtle nod from the concierge. The elevator arrives swiftly, but still you feel as though the people in the lobby stare at you. Could they be other party guests? Their gaze makes you aware of the thin fabric that covers your nakedness. Your arousal heightens. Surely, they must see your nipples pucker and harden. In the elevator I press a button and then slip a hand beneath the hair at the back of your neck. I pull you toward me for a brief but savage kiss. You taste the hunger on my lips. I whisper to you hoarsely, "You are mine. Remember that this evening. No matter what happens tonight, you belong to me. When this is finished, you come home with me." With a ding, the elevator doors open on a marble foyer. Dark flowers stand in massive vases between velvet couches. Mirrors line the walls and across from the elevator two ornately inlaid doors stand open. The next room is sumptuous in deep reds and muted gold. The subdued lighting comes from dim chandeliers and candles. I take your hand and lead you into the next room. You stand on the deep, plush carpet while I close doors behind us. Glancing around, you are surprised to find we are the only ones in the room. "You should eat something before the guests arrive," I tell you. I lead you toward the back of the room, our feet making no sound on the soft carpet. Drinks are ready on either side of the room, and the smell of scotch, brandy and red wine fills the room. We walk to a large and sturdy looking table, waxed and polished to reflect the candle flicker around it. I draw a chair for you and pour you a glass of wine. Setting your glass down on the table, you notice it is bare. I hold a strawberry to your lips. Its juice slides down your chin as you bite into its flesh. I'm quick to lick the escaping droplets. It doesn't take long to finish our brief meal. Neither of us is hungry. We are saving our appetite for other things. I urge you to finish your wine, and then another glass. The warmth of the red wine adds to your arousal, spreading its heat across your belly and chest and reddening your lips and cheeks. Through the haze of seduction, you notice the soft and distant ding of the elevator. Did you hear it before, too? "Open your purse." Your attention snaps back to me. My voice is firm but not loud, and you recognize it for the tone I use to master you. This is a directive, not a request, and the lust is clearly audible in my command. "Do it." Inside the purse you find a long and black silk scarf, soft braided gold cord, and something that looks like long plumes of feathers flowing from a hard plastic handle. "I'll take this," I say as I grab the thing that looks like an oddly shaped feather duster. "You need to get ready for our guests." Quickly, almost before you can react, I grab your wrists and wrap them tightly with the braided gold chord. By the time the knot is set, your forearms are bound against each other in front of you. Using the long end of the chord, I pull you from the chair and jerk you toward the wall. There, unnoticed almost a yard above your head, hangs a sturdy brass ring. I thread the chord through the ring and pull. Your arms rise quickly above your head as you stretch to your full height. I tie off the soft golden chord and scoop up the black scarf. "I think you know where this is going," I purr into your ear as I start to wrap the scarf around your eyes. I pause and lower your blindfold. Taking your head between my hands I kiss you again. My gaze is intense as I tell you once again, "Remember, no matter what, you are mine." One last kiss and the blindfold is back in place. Your darkness is absolute. You feel my fingers brush your lips, then across the fabric covering the nipple of your left breast, and finally trailing down your belly and slipping under your dress and into your wetness. You gasp and the fingers find their way back to your lips, smearing them lightly with your flowing juices. You hear the sound of me sucking my fingers before I say, "Now to welcome in our guests." You cannot hear my footsteps as I leave to open the large double doors at the other end of the room. Ever muscle of your body strains, perched on your toes with your arms raised over your head. But your ears strain harder, listening for clues of what is happening at the other end of the room. The carpeting muffles much of the sound, but you are sure you can hear my welcoming tones as people enter the room. Soon you start to hear the sounds of glasses being filled and begin to smell alcohol. The guests must be pouring themselves drinks. The murmur in the room takes a conversational tone. Occasionally laughter can be hear, some of it unmistakably women's laughter. You shift your weight from one foot to the other in an effort to relieve some of the strain from being stretched against the wall. But it's only partial relief and there's nothing you can do to stop the slow ache of your arms bound so tightly above your head. What must I look like? you think to yourself. You tilt your head back, as if to avoid the stares you know will come soon. At least with the blindfold on, you feel as though you can keep some of your privacy. Who could recognize you later if they saw your face? Then, with a shock of embarrassment and shame, you begin to wonder how many people here know you already. Unconsciously, you squirm against the wall. But rubbing the sheer fabric of your dress against the wall just makes you more aware of how little you are wearing, and you blush even harder. Underlying all of this is your lust. You want this. You enjoy being treated as an erotic object. You begin to think, Am I the slut I think I am? Suddenly the voices stop and you can hear me speaking. Although you cannot discern the words, you imagine I must be talking about you to the assembled guests. There is a sudden burst of laughter, no doubt the group responding to some joke I've made at your expense. A few more words and then the guests begin to murmur again. Horrifyingly, the voices are growing louder. The carpet erases all sounds of footsteps, but you know the guests must be coming this way. Oh God. There is no avoiding their gaze now. You are the complete center of everyone's attention. Straining to hear over the sound of your heartbeat, your breathing also loud in your ears, you struggle to make out what they are saying. Is it appreciation or criticism you hear in their tones? One woman's voice rises above the others. "Oh, she really is a lovely thing." Her voice, like mine has been all evening, is husky with desire. Several men, in quieter tones, agree. This woman is bold. "Can I touch her?" You're horrified at the request. Even blinded, you can feel the gazes of these strangers -- Oh God, are they strangers? -- caress and fondle you. But to have someone actually touch you? You can feel your cheeks burning. Someone else notices and you hear him points your embarrassment out to the others. "I think you should touch her." You gasp at these words. How could I let this woman fondle you? You turn your sightless eyes towards the sound of my voice. A gloved hand catches your cheek. "So lovely," the woman's voice coos from right in front of you. The satin glove feels cool against your shame burned face and it slide down your cheek to gently stroke your neck. The hand hesitates. My voice fills the void. "Please, don't be shy." And the hand begins to move again. The woman lets her fingers drift purposefully down your front, avoiding contact with the thin fabric of your dress. It's obvious what its target is, but you gasp all the same as her hand dips into the open section of your cleavage. A finger strokes the inside curve of your left breast before moving to press and cup your right. An appreciative purr escapes from the woman's throat and your left breast is likewise captured in the unknown woman's hand. She squeezes them twice before weighing each boob in her palm. Then she begins to roll both nipples between her thumb and forefinger. "Lovely tits," she whispers hoarsely. My voice cuts in again, this time just inches from your face. "Don't stop there." You feel my hand -- It is my hand, isn't it? -- move between your uplifted arm and neck, snaking under your hair. There's a tug, the sound of the straps slithering out of their knot, and your dress falls open at the front. The group is appreciative as your breasts fall free of the dress, and it's not just the one pair of gloved hands that you feel on your skin now. Hands are all over you, pawing at your breasts, squeezing them and pulling harshly at your nipples. Each tug sends another electric shock of pleasure straight down to your pussy. You're panting now, head thrown back in agony and joy. A hands slip under the edges of your dress where it clings low on your hips. It doesn't take much coaxing to send it straight to the floor. You stand helpless and naked now, not just open to view but the plaything of strangers. You can feel the heat of embarrassment and shame covering you, clothing you in a way your dress never could. The heat burns your cheeks and chest with desire and humiliation. It prickles your skin and escapes your lips as hot moans and whimpers. You're both grateful to the blindfold you wear and tortured by it. It's the last shred of modesty and anonymity you have, but every new violation comes unanticipated because of your blindness. Hands creep everywhere on your body now. They stroke your cheek as fingers press into your mouth to be sucked. Fingernails drag slowly down your back as your ass is clutched and smacked, palms leaving scorched places where they strike your buttocks. Pairs of hands run up and down your sides, pressing your tits flat against your chest before dragging themselves across your ribs and over your belly. They press and stroke at your thighs now, and it doesn't take long before they are pressed against your sex. Fingers rub your clit mercilessly as another hand pushes your inner lips apart to feel the wetness within. And you are very, very wet. You are slow to realize that the twisting of your nipples has been replaced by wetness and sucking. The party has moved from just touching to licking and sucking. Another mouth bites you on the spanked part of your ass. Still another sucks and nibbles at your other tit, the two mouths clamped to your breasts pushing you further toward ecstasy. Fingers press inside your pussy but another mouth covers yours before you can cry out, its tongue darting in and out of your mouth in staccato rhythm to the fingers inside you. An arm hooks under your knee, lifting one leg. Your weight drops painfully to the leg and your already tortured arms feel like they are being pulled slowly from their sockets. The muscles of your shoulders begin to spasm and tremble when your feel the kisses start tracing down your belly. Teeth pinch playfully at the flesh of your inner thigh and then pause. Suddenly there is a mouth covering your sex. Its tongue darts inside you, crazy deep inside you, before leaving. Another mouth takes the first one's place and it sucks your clit hard, tongue flicking harsh and fast. Climax and complete collapse race to see which will claim you first. My voice again cuts through the fog of pleasure and pain, the many hands and mouths fall promptly away. You feel my face close to yours, our bodies touching briefly but intimately, then your arms suddenly fall free. You collapse forward and I catch you, wrapping my strength around your quivering form. I lift you into my arms and you fold your head against my shoulder, nuzzle my neck. I whisper "It's not over yet," and you feel the hard, smooth surface of the wooden table beneath you. It's cool, a welcome salve for your tortured buttocks. I lay you out on your back, and bring your arms again over your head. "Do you promise to be a good girl?" The question comes as you feel my hands against your bonds. The implication is unmistakable. I will untie you but you comply. Your wrists ache from being bound, but I jerk the cord hard and ask again, "Are you going to be a good girl?" You whimper and breathlessly whisper Yes. I knew you would. I untie your arms and rub them briefly to help get the feeling back into them. The blindfold stays securely in place. You hear me raise my voice to address the party. "Remember, you may do anything to her that you wish, so long as you do not fuck her. Oral and hands only. You may, of course, do anything you'd like to each other, as I see some of you have already started to do." Laughter. And the games begin again in earnest. Mouths and hands move swiftly to your body, but there is a different atmosphere now: one tinged with desperation and wantonness. The mouth that sucks your pussy moans into you and cannot seem to stay focused. Hands still grasp at your breasts but they too seem driven to distraction. All around you, you hear grunts and moans. You realize slowly that there are hands touching other bodies, mouths on other organs. The moans and rhythmic bobbing of the mouth against your clit tells you that its owner is being fucked from behind. And there is something new, too. The mouth that moves away from your face is replaced by something else. It's not a hard tongue the presses against your lips now, but the shaft of a hard cock. You are told to lick it and the shaft travels across the length of your mouth. Another mouth joins yours to suck and lick at the throbbing members. When she demands to have the cock in her mouth, you recognize the voice of the woman who first touched you, the one with the gloves. Your tongue licks the rim of her stretched lips as she takes the cock deeply into her mouth. She begins to buck and moan around the cock in her mouth and you realize that she, too, is being fucked. All around you, you can hear the signs that the party has begun to pair off into couples and, in the case of the gloved woman, threesomes. The table bumps and shakes to the beat of wild fucking, all of it happening next to you. The room fills with the scent of sex. Amid it all you feel my hands on you, guiding your over and on to your knees. The gloved woman delightedly says, "Yes! I'm been waiting for this," and between grunts and moans and slurping echo her joy. I urge you to arch your back, press your tits against the table. You feel the light whip and tickle of something against your ass. "Do you remember the feathers, dear? Well, it's time for you to put on your cock tail." The party takes up the chant of "Cock tail!" as you feel me begin to press the hard plastic of the plume's handle into your ass. It takes some stretching, but my hand is slow if relentlessly forceful. The pain doesn't come from the insertion, but it is agonizing in its humiliation. The party cheers as the cock tail slips home, firmly gripped by your ass. "Swish your tail for the nice people" I command, swatting your buttocks to get the motion right. The crowd is delighted, and the humping shakes the table even harder. Women's voice rise to screams as climax takes them violently. Men grunt hoarsely in the telltale sound of their coming ejaculation. Suddenly you feel the first hot spray across your back. And then another hits your ass, hard and wet. More strikes your face, smearing across your nose and into your mouth. You're soaked in cum. It drips from your body as it cools. It doesn't take long for the guests to leave. To their credit, everyone of them thanks you warmly and kisses your cheek as they leave. Stillness tell you they must all be gone when you feel the plug being eased from your ass. Even though the lights are dim, the brightness hurts your eyes as I ease the blindfold from your face. I stand before you, smiling. My tie has been undone, but I am completely clothed. I kiss you passionately, tell you how pleased I am, how wonderful you are, and begin to undress. "I saved myself for you. You don't know how difficult it was, watching your beautiful body in the throws of passion. God, you make me hard." I open my pants and you see it's true. In a moment I am on you, our lovemaking passionate and fierce. We hold nothing back. When we come, we come together, as one. I collapse onto you, and we lay still on the big wooden table for what seems like an eternity. Cocktail Party at the Hyatt Cocktail Party with M'Pleasure at the Hyatt The harsh tones of the phone ringing startled them all. Emma Talbot paused mid-sentence, angry that Jenni had put the call through. Emma demanded the full attention of her staff at these daily briefings and did not want to be disturbed. Shoving her chair back suddenly, Emma leaped up, grabbed the phone and growled, 'What?' 'Be in the Adelaide Hyatt lobby at 7pm Friday.' Emma's staff watched her closely, waiting for the inevitable explosion at Jenni for allowing the disruption. Instead they saw a curious transformation wash across the strong features of their boss's face. Her narrowed greenish gray eyes suddenly opened wide. Her clenched jaw slackened momentarily in surprise, then the whisper of smile flickered across her lips, before she regained control and pressed them firmly together. She glanced up from the phone and seemed momentarily uneasy to find her staff gazing at her with undisguised interest. 'Yes M'am, I will,' she said meekly and hung up. She hesitated slightly before returning to the table. Holly noticed the colour rising in Emma's cheeks and that her hands were trembling slightly as she tucked a stray lock of chestnut hair behind her ear. With a monumental effort, Emma brought her herself under control and returned to the meeting and the questioning looks of her team. 'My grandmother commanding me to a family dinner this weekend,' she said with a grin. 'She's the boss of the family.' Jason noticed Emma sigh and suspected there was more to that story than his boss let on. She was an extremely private person and none of them knew anything about her life outside the design agency. Not that they had any right to. She was a good boss - strong, fair, professional, didn't hesitate to make hard decisions, always backed up her staff if jobs went wrong, stood up to management and customers alike. To some of the men at the agency though, she had a reputation as a ball buster. Emma desperately tried to collect her thoughts and continue what they'd been discussing before the call. But her mind skittered away, remembering her first encounter with M'Pleasure - how she had shamelessly humped the woman's fist in front of a bar full of strangers. And then, afterwards, begged someone to fuck her as she bent over a wooden table in the back room. Her colour rose again as she became aware of her nipples hardening and her clit pulsing. Dragging her attention back to the meeting, she wondered how long she'd been lost in her thoughts. She could see everyone waiting for her to restart the discussion and hoped no one had noticed that her nipples were now clearly visible through her sweater. Emma finished the meeting quickly, hoping that her brisk, efficient manner had covered the chaos of her thoughts and feelings. Friday. Just two days away. She'd have to book the flight immediately. She'd better book a room as well, although there was no telling where she'd end up. 'Jenni, cancel or reschedule any appointments from noon onwards Friday and book me a mid-afternoon flight for Adelaide. Emma got up from her desk and locked the door. Her clit was throbbing and she felt she would go mad. Leaning back in her chair, conscious of the big window in front of her, Emma pulled up her skirt, tugged her panties impatiently aside, spread her legs wide and sighed, her mind returning to M'Pleasure. With her left hand she pushed her lips apart while rhythmically squeezing the base of her clit. With the index finger of her right hand she circled round and round. Within seconds she was panting and squirming against the pressure of her fingers. She caught a brief glimpse of herself in the reflection of the window. Her head was thrown back, her mouth open, her sweater strained across her breasts, her skirt rolled to her waist revealing her legs gaping apart. She smiled and pulled up her sweater and released her breasts from the restraining bra. Her fingers pinched her tight nipples and then pulled them, stretching, aching. Then one hand moved quickly back to her demanding clit. Her thoughts turned again to humping M'Pleasure's fist in the bar. She lost all sense of time as the throbbing turned into waves of pleasure. She convulsed helplessly in her office chair, groaning and continuing to rub her swollen clit, imagining the fingers were M'Pleasure's. As the energy rushed through her body, she remembered the applause when she came in the bar. Although she had hardly noticed at the time, she and M'Pleasure had been ringed by an audience. Men and women, their eyes gleaming with vicarious excitement. She remembered one man in particular, had been eating her pussy with his eyes - it made her throb to recall the hunger in his gaze. Friday morning dragged slowly. It seemed to Emma that everything that could go wrong did. The photographs promised for a weekend ad didn't arrive. The typesetter's computer crashed and they hadn't made back-ups. The author was going to be furious that the page proofs would be delayed again. And a concept meeting that morning had gone pear shaped. The client hated the sketches, loathed the colours and fought with designer. 'Oh god. If she could only get out of here and onto her flight.' She'd panicked on her way out the door. It had been more than a month since meeting M'Pleasure in the Oxford Street bar. Since then she'd often regretted giving the woman her business card. What was she doing? Did she really want to go deeper into that exquisite mix of humiliation and pleasure that submission provoked in her? Was there something wrong with her? Maybe she should see a shrink instead of a domme. Finally it was 12.30. 'She was free! But Sydney airport turned out to be a nightmare. There was fog in Melbourne and all the planes were delayed. Her 2.00 pm flight was rescheduled for 4.00. Further flight delays and a peak hour traffic jam later, Emma rushed into the Hyatt lobby at 6.15, anxiety flowing through her like storm water. Waiting in the line to check in, she could feel her blood pressure rising as the clerk chatted with the guest ahead of her. Emma knew she had enough time, but she could not contain her impatience. Her foot tapped and her hands played nervously with her bag. Finally she got to her room, threw her bags on the bed, stripped and plunged into the shower. The hot water soothed her jangling nerves. M'Pleasure had seen Emma arrive in the lobby and check in. She had savoured the woman's obvious anxiety. She smiled to herself as she planned the night's adventures. She liked this woman. Watching her in the line, M'Pleasure noted Emma's imposing presence. Men automatically deferred to her, sneaking glances at her generously endowed breasts, but never presuming to comment or allow their eyes to linger. But eyes would definitely linger tonight. At 6.55, Emma appeared in the lobby. Still nervous, her eyes darted around the room searching. M'Pleasure wasn't there yet. By 7.25 Emma was a wreck. She paced around the lobby like a caged tigress. Every 5 minutes she went out the front door, checking. The doorman looked on sympathetically - he had seen so many expectant and then disappointed women. Sadly, many would wait 2 or 3 hours before finally accepting their rejection. By 7.45 Emma was furious. She couldn't believe she'd been so stupid. What was she thinking? It was pathetic. 'Idiot.' She wanted to howl. God help the next person who crossed her. 'Get a drink idiot. Calm down.' She stalked into the bar, ordered a vodka and tonic and sat down in a dark corner to stew. A shadow fell over her table. It was M'Pleasure. 'I told you to wait for me in the lobby. Not the bar.' 'But you said "7 pm"', Emma could hear her voice almost whining like a child. 'M'Pleasure's eyes gleamed as she stared Emma down. She was pleased the woman was so rattled. Her body would be awash with conflicting emotions, heightening her responses. She was flushed with anger, her veins stood out on her neck and her nipples were erect. M'Pleasure could see that Emma was struggling between fury and desire. Emma felt she was almost squirming in her seat. The intensity of M'Pleasure's energy pinned her in place like a worm on a hook. And she was so aroused she almost couldn't breathe. Her cunt was slippery, but she continued to feel incensed that M'Pleasure expected her to wait … like a slave. She could feel the other's eyes examining her and suspected that M'Pleasure could easily guess what she was feeling. Emma looked up and realised she wanted this woman to touch her more than anything in the world. She looked down. M'Pleasure smiled. That would do. 'Go to my room, 415. When you get there, go in and take off your clothes.' Emma walked into the room. It was a suite, magnificently decorated in an old fashioned ornate style. A sumptuous dinner setting was laid out on a small table to left of the door. The thought food made Emma hungry. In her excitement she hadn't eaten at all. Her mouth watered. She took off her clothes and folded them carefully, placing them in an out of the way corner. M'Pleasure came into the room a few minutes later, a balding man dressed in a suit just behind her. 'Fix her up.' The man walked brusquely up to Emma and studied her body dispassionately, rather like a carpenter mentally measuring a room. It was chilly in the room and the combination of the temperature and coolness of the man's gaze made her shiver. She looked at M'Pleasure for help, but was ignored. The man cupped one of her breasts in his hand and bounced it as if to estimate its weight. He then turned her around, pushed her head down and spread her cheeks with both hands. She could feel his eyes examining her. Her anger rose again, as she bridled against his handling. 'OK, be right back,' the man said as he headed for the door. 'Kneel', M'Pleasure said as soon as he was gone, pointing to a spot on the floor in front of her. Emma moved immediately, surprised at her total willingness to obey. She had hated feeling alone with that dreadful man and was grateful to return to the pool of warm energy that seemed to radiate from M'Pleasure. M'Pleasure reached into her pocket and pulled out an exquisite silver necklace. It was a plain band about two centimetres wide, with two curious loops on either side. It was beautiful and Emma felt overwhelmed that it was a gift for her. M'Pleasure opened it from an almost invisible hinge and fitted it to Emma's neck. She closed it with a loud snap. Suddenly Emma realised it wasn't a necklace, it was a collar. A dog collar. A slave collar. A symbol of her submission to M'Pleasure. Again the anger flared, but she kept her eyes down. M'Pleasure seemed to sense her inner struggle and casually moved her foot under Emma's cunt. Emma felt M'Pleasure was petting her cunt the way owners pet their dogs. But it felt so good. She shifted slightly so that the foot was touching her clit and M'Pleasure increased the pressure. Her hand pulled gently on the back of the collar, forcing Emma's body to rock back and forth. Emma trembled and tried to press harder against the boot. A loud knock at the door, and the man entered without waiting. He took in the scene immediately. 'Doing some training are we?' He laughed when he noticed that although embarrassed, Emma continued to rub herself against M'Pleasure's boot. 'Get on with it.' M'Pleasure jerked on Emma's collar and lifted her foot simultaneously, hauling her to her feet. The toe of her boot momentarily entered Emma's cunt and then scraped across her aching clit. She nearly fainted as shock, pain and delight swirled in her confused body. Her legs were weak and refused to support her. 'Stand up,' M'Pleasure said, giving Emma a cracking slap across the butt. It worked. She pulled herself together. As her eyes came into focus, she saw that the man was holding a very peculiar looking object in front of her. It seemed to be a maze of straps and odd pieces of plastic. Emma couldn't imagine what it was or did. He struggled with it for a moment, turning and arranging on his hands. At last he had it right and moved towards her, holding it over her head. It seemed to have a neck hole and to be some kind of garment. He settled it on her shoulders and began to arrange it on Emma's body. It was very soft, perhaps silk, perhaps kid or chamois. It felt wonderfully smooth and soft. He hooked the central strap to the front of the silver collar and ran it down the front of her body. It had two plastic knobs. He pushed Emma's legs open and inserted the first knob. He then pulled her head down and shoved the second one up her ass. Pushing her upright again, he pulled the strap so that it was firm but not tight and hooked it to the back of the silver collar. Emma felt herself throbbing around both of the knobs. When she moved the strap dragged lightly across her clit. The man continued to fit the peculiar harness. Straps that formed a sort of open bra were pulled around her body and fastened at the back. It was designed so that her nipples protruded through a small hole. Like the strap between her legs, when she moved it caused friction that stimulated her nipples. The man stepped back and examined his work, and nodded. He then disappeared out the door again, but returned quickly with a dress draped across his arm. It was black and made from a material that Emma had never seen before. It was the lightest, finest fishnet imaginable. It wasn't quite see through, but it gave the impression of being insubstantial. It was stretchy and clung to the shape of Emma's shapely body. She looked and felt naked. M'Pleasure examined her and seemed satisfied. It was simple but effective. 'Put on your shoes, we're going to a cocktail party. It's going to be rather high-brow. Diplomats, politicians, artsy types.' When Emma and M'Pleasure arrived at the party, a murmur of greeting and appraisal travelled around the room. They were a striking pair. Both tall and elegant. Both dressed in black. M'Pleasure seemed to know most of the other guests. They were curious about Emma who seemed to exude an air of sexual arousal. Later some of them would comment that they had the peculiar sensation that she was masturbating. Emma floated through the evening in a wash of sensation. She found it difficult to focus on anything beyond controlling her responses to the harness. When they walked into the room a waiter had approached with a tray of drinks. Reaching for the glass pulled unexpectedly on the plug in her asshole, causing her to nearly drop the glass. Each introduction was a trial. Some of the men reached to shake her hand, setting off explosions of sensation in her nipples as she moved her arm. Others took her by the shoulders and pulled her towards them to kiss the air beside her cheeks. This caused the harness to pull upwards between her legs, rubbing her clit sharply and stretching the plugs against sensitive skin. One older man, threw his arm around her and pulled her to his side. He was horrified when her breathing became suddenly … well it sounded almost orgasmic. He could see the blood rushing to her face and feared she would collapse. As the hours wore on Emma felt the teasing of the harness becoming unbearable. She longed to pull on it and intensify the rubbing. Even the fabric of the dress seemed to taunt her overwrought body. And to make matters worse she was getting desperate to pee. An hour earlier she had asked M'Pleasure to let her go to the toilet, but had been refused. As her need grew, she began to have visions of herself squatting in the corner. At last M'Pleasure signalled it was time to go and led the way to a small room. Five men were gathered there. Emma noticed them looking at her curiously with anticipation. 'You can pee over there.' Emma saw that M'Pleasure was pointing towards a small sand pit in the corner. Although desperate to pee, she felt utterly humiliated by the idea of peeing in front of these strangers. With horror, she understood that the sand pit had probably been brought there for her. M'Pleasure smiled wickedly and handed Emma a big glass of water. 'Drink.' Before Emma had swallowed half of the water, the urge to pee became unbearable. Realising the show was imminent, the men began to lick their lips in anticipation. Emma squared her shoulders and walked to the pit with as much dignity as she could muster. As the sand pit got closer her need became more and more urgent, she almost ran the last few steps. Momentarily forgetting the watchers, she lifted her skirt and squatted. A sense of overwhelming relief washed over her as the urine flowed from between her legs. But she was surprised that she was as turned on by her performance as the men. Her clit throbbed and she had an almost irresistible urge to masturbate. 'Come back.' Emma returned and M'Pleasure pulled at the neck of the dress. It seemed to fall apart from the front, leaving Emma almost naked except for the harness. The men clapped and whistled in appreciation. M'Pleasure began to run her hand up and down Emma's back, deliberately tugging on the harness. Emma willed herself to stand still without betraying the intense pleasure ricocheting around her body. But slowly it overwhelmed her. She lost control. She began to drown. She didn't care if she came. She wanted to come. She needed to come. She surrendered, moaning. M'Pleasure worked the harness as Emma, eyes closed, undulated to the rhythm of the plugs pulling in and out of her body. The strap rubbed against her clit with an exquisite sharpness. The strange bra pulled her breasts and scraped against her nipples. The shouts of the men watching merged with her own. Finally, mercifully the energy of release ripped through her convulsing body. Gradually, she became aware of the arms around her, holding her up, cupping her breasts and gently kneading the nipples. She sank back gratefully into M'Pleasure's embrace, oblivious to the others in the room.