The Elliot Silvestri Erotic Reader Volume 6

by Elliot Silvestri

  The maid stepped aside and gestured for them to come in. “So nice to see you again, Mrs. Piellitro. Mr. McMaster set aside a guest room for you to prepare…the entertainment. Would you like me to show you the way?”

  “Yes, please.”

  Rhette found it interesting that the maid didn’t acknowledge the existence of Nick and only mentioned her in passing as “entertainment.”

  The guest room wasn’t far. They skirted the edge of the room where the party itself was going on. Rhette saw drinking and laughing and conversation, plus a good deal of flesh on display, but nothing that was extraordinarily out of place for any party. Inside the room Helena helped her remove the borrowed jacket and Nick opened the case he brought along carrying the equipment for Rhette. She saw the set of whips and canes inside the case, along with the anal hook and sleeves and the chain to be used as her leash. She felt the collar tight around her neck even though it wasn’t tight. It was loose. Nick turned her around and bound her hands behind her back with the leather sleeves.

  “Nick, bend her over the bed and then put the hook in her,” said Helena. She had turned to the mirror over the dresser to adjust her makeup. As always Helena looked elegant, this time in a brilliant golden dress with tiny red flowers. Nick was wearing his black jeans and a black t-shirt which seemed out of place for the party.

  The insertion of the hook with the aid of the lubricant was actually a familiar ritual at this point. Rhette didn’t mind being used as an object in front of the married couple, but when Nick set her back on her feet, naked but for the collar, sleeves, stockings and hook, she started to panic again.

  “I can’t! I can’t do this!” Rhette insisted. Her stomach was dropping. She felt dizzy and hot. The hook, while comfortable in her ass, pulled her head back awkwardly and that threw off her sense of balance further.

  Helena stepped in front of Rhette; even in heels Rhette was still a few inches shorter than the other woman. “You can do this,” Helena insisted.

  “I can’t!” Rhette practically wailed.

  Helena frowned and moved to the side, swiftly picked up a short-handled whip with many soft leather falls and smacked Rhette smartly on the upper thigh with it. The pain made Rhette focus. “You can and you will,” Helena commanded.

  Her voice mixed with the pain made Rhette remember her place and what she really wanted. “I can do this,” she said. “I’m not ashamed.”

  “There’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Helena told her. “You will be the center of attention and you will be praised and honored.”

  She nodded and looked to Nick for some additional support. During her mild panic attack, Nick had been busy. He was naked now, completely naked head to toe, except for the black metal cock cage that dangled from his manhood. Her eyes went wide.

  “What are you doing?” she blurted out.

  “Nick is part of the entertainment as well,” Helena explained. “Give me a moment and I’ll be right back.”

  She disappeared through the door, closing it behind her. Rhette looked nervously at Nick.

  “What am I doing?” she asked, not really expecting an answer.

  “Being yourself. It’ll be fine,” he reassured her. “I’ve done this with a few others.” He snapped the metal leash to the ring in her collar.

  Rhette wondered what happened to those others, but didn’t have time to ask before Helena returned.

  “Let’s go,” she said, taking the leash from Nick and leading Rhette out the door.

  Action and motion was good. It took the focus away from her anxiety.

  Rhette was paraded out in front of the party with her head back and Rhette at her side holding the leash. Somehow Rhette found the confidence she needed and managed not to fall and humiliate herself in front of the crowd. There was music playing, not loudly and she couldn’t identity it, which she figured was a good thing because she didn’t want to associate some well-known or popular song with her public sexual humiliation.

  The crowd was quiet but watched her closely studying her every move. Rhette didn’t like being the center of attention so it was good that her head was back and she couldn’t meet anyone’s eyes.

  Somewhere someone was talking loudly over the music. “Helena brings us a new initiate to our circle.” There was polite applause. Rhette tried not to think of it as mocking her size. “She isn’t experienced but she is, Helena assures me, a very talented beginner.

  To Rhette’s eyes every woman was more beautiful than the one next to her. She was ugly compared to them. The men were all tall and handsome and none of them wanted to fuck her.

  And then she started looking around as she was twice walked in a circle through the crowd. One woman wore a corset and nothing else; her ass and pussy were exposed and she needed to lose some weight. Nick wasn’t the only man nearly naked. A man with large arms and a gut wore nothing more than a pair of black leather boots and a matching thong. There was a woman crouched on the floor wearing a blindfold, stockings and plain white cotton underwear that would have been appropriate in the 1950s. A few men wore suits. One woman wore a man’s suit as well. Most of the women wore tight dresses regardless of their body shape, and most were showing off unseemly amounts of cleavage. One man looked like a bodybuilder a few years past his prime and he wore jeans but no shirt.

  Rhette started to settle into her role.

  Helena led her over to a bench not unlike the spanking bench that Nick had in his workshop. Automatically Rhette moved into position, helped by Nick, putting her knees on the supports and then carefully leaning forward under her chest rested on the center board, her breasts on either side of the padded bit of wood. Her ass was facing the crowd, which made it easy to pretend she was back at Nick’s.

  “I could go on and on about dear Elisabeth’s talents, but mindless bragging is uncouth. It’s better to see it in person.”

  A murmur from the crowd conveyed agreement. For just a second Rhette wondered who Elisabeth was, but then she remembered Helena’s comment about discretion. Elisabeth was her; they were one and the same.

  “Nicholas, if you would?” asked Helena. She moved alongside the spanking bench, trailing her fingers along Rhette’s side before bending down and giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. “You can scream and cry,” she whispered. “They like that.”

  She backed away and for just a moment Rhette was alone. The sound of the leather falls on her ass reached her ears before the pain flared up her spinal cord. Rhette let her body jerk and she let out a muffled sound that was halfway between a moan and a scream.

  It was Nick who had hit her. She turned her head to see him holding the whip, wearing his cock cage, and nothing else. His cage was moving ever so slightly. Was he trying to get hard or was it moving because he had just whipped her?

  “Beautiful coloring,” someone in the crowd said as her pale skin turned pink.

  “Natural redhead?”

  “Of course. Didn’t you see her cunt?”

  “Helena wouldn’t bring us anything fake.”

  “Pretty hips,” a woman commented which Rhette found odd. “Nice and curvy.”

  Before other compliments and comments could be made Nick hit her again. The falls covered both her buttocks and she gasped in surprise again. The pain was exquisite.

  “I’d be a puddle of tears by now,” another woman said.

  “Can I touch the heat?” a man asked.

  “Not yet,” Helena’s voice answered.

  “Does she bruise well?”

  “Only with a cane.”

  “Are you caning her as well?”

  “Not tonight.”

  A disappointed noise passed through the partygoers which was quickly silenced by Nick slapping out quickly twice with the whip. This time the falls hit not only her buttocks, but her upper thighs as well. She hissed in pain.

  A foot nudged her legs further apart. Rhette was certain her pussy was on display to whomever was in the right position to see between her legs. Even so, her pussy sta
rted seeping moisture.

  Nick slapped her twice more, this time on the inner thighs, coming dangerously close to her pussy. At that moment Rhette wasn’t sure if she would have minded or not. A scattering of applause filled the room.

  “Is she going to be fully initiated tonight?” a deep male voice asked.

  “Yes,” said Helena. “I think she’s earned that right.”

  Nick then started on a slow, steady rhythm with the whip, lashing in across her ass, making her whimper with every blow. The crowd slowly shifted to Rhette’s left. Some choose to get a good view of her face while others focused on her ass. The fact that she was being watched almost faded to the background, it was just a new element in her desire to have her ass whipped hard enough to make her cry and make her cum.

  The whistle of the whip through the air. The stifled cry from her lips. The delighted murmur of the crowd. The music in the background. All of these engraved a memory into Rhette’s mind that she would never forget.

  Before she knew it, tears were seeping from the corners of her eyes and flowing down her cheeks. Her face was a red as her ass, bright red from crying and the stress Nick was putting her through, but not from embarrassment. She wasn’t humiliated to be paraded in front of strangers and have her ass abused; she loved it.

  The sobs are what gave Nick pause. He had never pushed Rhette so far before. She was pulling in deep breaths of air, straining to keep herself from wailing. The pain and the pleasure of being spanking was mixed together and her body didn’t know what to do with it. Nick looked to Helena who frowned at his uncertainty.

  “Finish her off,” she ordered him. It was obvious to everyone that she was on the edge and ready to cum.

  Nick moved to a position more directly behind Rhette and considered switching tools. The whip he was using had multiple falls on the end and maybe it wasn’t enough for her. Rhette needed a firm hand and a firm cane to make her cum.

  Before he could act, however, a man pushed through the small crowd. “I’ll take care of her,” he grunted. Everyone looked and saw he had his cock in hand. It was erect and ready for use. The fact that he was stimulated and ready for sex wasn’t strange. The fact that he was still fully clothed in dress pants and an Oxford shirt made the display of his manhood out of place with his clothing.

  Rhette didn’t know what was going on when she felt his hands on her body, grabbing her hips, adjusting the angle on the spanking bench, and the sudden introduction of his cock to her pussy. He slid right in. She was wetter than a river. He was a rigid as steel. She should not have wanted a stranger’s cock, but her body told her it was exactly what she needed. He was a middle-aged man who was well-familiar with all manner of sexuality and this show was something that was hardly unusual or strange to his eyes, and yet he needed to fuck Rhette more than he had ever wanted to fuck any other woman in his life.

  Their coupling was short and fierce. He couldn’t have thrusted more than a half dozen times before he came in her, emptying his seed well into the recesses of her womb. It was exactly what Rhette needed. She moaned once as he entered her and less than a minute later she was crying in lust, her voice raw, raggedly declaring her approval of his cock and his entrance.

  Polite but enthusiastic applause passed through the assembled guests. It was the perfect conclusion to the show. It wasn’t unexpected, but usually those on the bench getting fucked weren’t new initiates to their informal group.

  After resting a few seconds from his brief labors, the man pushed himself off Rhette’s body. The maid was there with a towel to clean his cock.

  “It would have been polite to ask first, Riordan,” Helena said, mocking the silver-haired man slightly.

  “Better to ask forgiveness than permission,” he grinned at her, tucking his cock back into his pants. “Besides, I couldn’t just let her suffer like that. She needed what I gave her.”

  “Undoubtedly,” Helena said, glancing down at Rhette who was still confused over exactly what had happened. It wasn’t that she hadn’t enjoyed or wanted or expected any of it, but the situation was strange and new to her. “I don’t suppose your maid has a towel for Elisabeth?”

  The maid started to move forward to clean Riordan’s cum from between Rhette’s legs, but he stopped her.

  “I’ve a better solution,” he said and snapped his fingers at a man who was kneeling on the floor next to a woman who held a leather leash attached to a collar around his neck. From the collar a metal chain went down to a ring around the base of his cock which was soft. Helena thought that was odd considering the situation. She herself felt a great deal of moisture and desire in her pussy. “Clean the girl,” he ordered.

  If the woman holding the slave’s leash had any real control over him she didn’t exert it. She allowed him to crawl forward and press his face into Rhette’s round ass, his mouth and tongue seeking out her pussy to lap up Riordan’s cum. Rhette found it strange to have a man’s face between her legs after being so recently fucked, but it wasn’t at all unpleasant.

  “I suppose the man of the house gets a few liberties,” Helena said while placing her hand on his arm. She wanted to reach between his legs and grab his cock, but she restrained herself. She didn’t have the same lack of control she saw in those who were submissive, unlike herself. Besides, she had had Riordan’s cock before and he wouldn’t be able to get it back up again right away.

  “Yes, yes, I do get to take a few liberties,” Riordan said with confidence, looking at her hand on his arm. “She had a sweet cunt.”

  “I wouldn’t bring you anything but the best.”

  “Does that include your cunt?” he asked.

  Rhette had recovered enough to follow their conversation and was perturbed at the silver-haired man’s language.

  “Of course it does,” Helena said, flirting back. “I have the best cunt here. You know that.”

  “I’d love to take you right here, right now,” he replied with a confident smile. He was a man who got what he wanted when he asked for it. Her slight resistance was an aphrodisiac to him. He glanced at Nick. “But would you do it with your husband here?”

  Helena laughed at him. “Oh, that’s not the question. The question is can you get it back up again?”

  Riordan squared his shoulders and stiffened his spine. “Of course I can. Perhaps with your assistance, or maybe even Nicholas can help.”

  The first thing Nicholas helped with was getting Rhette off the spanking bench. The odd quartet moved through the large room, which Rhette thought of as the living room, and she noticed the crowd had moved into a new mode. Before the sexual tension in the room was palpable; now it was active. There was a woman on her knees giving a blowjob to a man naked from the waist down while two others watched. A man was being led to the spanking bench recently occupied by Rhette. Two women and a man were clumped together kissing each other. Eventually they wound up in a huge bedroom occupied by a king-sized bed.

  “Have you ever seen a live sex show before?” Helena asked Rhette as she loosened the leather sleeves, freeing her hands from behind her back. She didn’t remove the hook from Rhette’s ass and Rhette didn’t ask. “I know you’ve participated in one,” she laughed.

  “No,” said Rhette quietly as Helena moved her to a corner of the room.

  “You’re in for a treat,” she said and moved away.

  Both women’s eyes went to the two men. Nick still wore his cock cage and was now kneeling in front of Riordan. The older man unbuttoned his shirt and dropped his pants. To Rhette’s surprise Nick took Riordan’s soft cock in his mouth and started sucking.

  “You’re in a for special treat,” Helena clarified.

  Rhette couldn’t move her eyes from the scene.

  Part Three

  Chapter Eight

  Rhette watched in fascination as Nick gave head to Riordan. The silver-haired man kept his gaze focused on Helena who slowly undressed for him. Rhette kept glancing at Nick’s cock cage, the only bit of clothing he wore, but the
black metal enclosure didn’t move. It was designed to keep his erections under control.

  After being placed in the corner, the anal hook still up her ass and held in place by the ropes braided into her hair, Rhette didn’t know what to do or think. She wasn’t upset by what was going on, but she was intensely curious.

  When Helena finished removing her clothes, Rhette couldn’t help but look at her. The tall blonde, while being at least ten years her senior, had a body of a twenty-year-old athlete. While not muscular, she was well-toned and perfectly proportioned. Her skin was nearly flawless and had a hint of a tan that complimented her blonde hair. Naturally there wasn’t a single hair on her body below her shoulders. Rhette wasn’t sure about that look. She liked to show off that she was a natural redhead.

  Nick didn’t seem the least bit put off at sucking another man’s cock. Rhette didn’t know much about his sexuality, but to learn he was bisexual was hardly the biggest revelation of the evening. She didn’t know how to stand in her corner. Her ass was burning with the whipping that Nick had given her, but she didn’t want to touch her sore skin because that would make it worse. What she wanted was to ask for a salve or balm to cool her skin, but interrupting Riordan and Helena seemed a bad idea.

  And if she were honest with herself, it was exciting to watch Nick suck cock and it was exciting to see Helena naked, ready for sex. She wanted to see Helena and Riordan fuck. It distracted from her from thinking about the pain in her ass.

  “He’s a good cocksucker, isn’t he?” Helena asked as she draped herself onto the bed. Lying on her side she bent her knee slightly, hiding her bare pussy, but her small tits were on display, and enticement to Riordan.

  The older man pushed Nick’s mouth away. His cock was once again standing up proudly from his crotch. Unlike Helena he didn’t remove all his body hair. Other than the silver on his head, his body hair was still a dark brown and formed a frame around his cock. “Maybe it’s knowing I’m going to fuck you that got me hard,” Riordan said as he approached Helena on the bed.