by Powerone
No one would be able to recognize her face, though he did suspect some would recognize her body. The nose holes had small flaps that could be pushed into place, blocking the breathing through the nose. The mouth had rings to allow various types of ball gags, mouth stretchers or other means to enable or disable the use of the mouth. He pulled on some of the strings on the side, tightening the leather to her face, feeling her begin to panic.
""Do not embarrass me tonight, or I will have to punish you,"” he warned her, tugging on the leash, pulling her out of the room into the hallway. He knew he would punish her anyway tonight, no matter how good she was.
Jessica tried to keep her balance as she learned how to walk on the high heels. The collar kept her from looking down, the hood limiting her peripheral vision and Michael pulled on the leash as she lagged behind making her feel clumsy as she followed him.
""I will call you “"J"” tonight."” Her breasts bounced as she walked, her nipples getting harder as the silky garment continually rubbed up and down on them. Her naked legs flashed as she walked, the short skirt pulling away with each forward step. Her hips swayed seductively, the silky garment clinging to every curve and crevice. He let her walk ahead, admiring her ass, almost able to discern the crease in her butt cheeks as they swayed from side to side. “"You look very enticing, J. My guests will love you.""
""Thank you, Master,"” she mumbled, the hood making it difficult to talk. She glanced into a mirror they passed in the hall, surprised at how she looked. Exactly like a slave. With her arms bound to her neck, she had no way to protect herself. The hood was scary to her; it could be used to block her mouth and nose, to stop her from breathing. She was almost naked, the thin, short dress leaving little to the imagination. If you looked in just the right place, you could see her breasts bouncing free under the garment, or her naked pussy beneath the short skirt.
When they entered the large hall in the manor, there had to be over 200 guests and all eyes were on her and Michael. Jessica saw every conceivable type of costumes. Some of the women were dressed as little girls, their partners the fathers. All manner of historical costumes could be found, from Cleopatra to the Pope. Jessica recognized most of the servants working the hall, their costumes consisting of only skirts or pants, naked from the waist up, male or female. She caught a glimpse of Charisse, her breasts bouncing as she walked, carrying a tray of cocktail glasses, unconcerned about being naked in front of so many strangers. Many of the guests wore more revealing costumes, Jessica included in that group.
""Darling, how was your summer?"” A tall, leggy blonde approached them, embracing Michael. She wore an outfit similar to Michael''s, tight leather pants that clung to every shapely curve of her body, a leather vest that could barely contain a luscious pair of tits, the tight leather pushing them up, almost bursting out. In her hand she held a riding crop that she smacked back and forth against her leg.
""Heather, I hoped you would make it. How is my wife? Have you seen Jerome, yet?""
Jessica was surprised. Was this Michael''s mysterious wife? She stepped back, afraid of the being seen with Michael, not sure how possessive his wife was.
""Yes, he tells me he had such a lovely summer. And he had so many good things to say about his au pair, Jessica. Could this be the enchanting mistress?"” She gazed over at Jessica.
""J, this is my wife, Heather. Say hello to her.""
""Hello, Ma''am,"” she blurted out from behind the hood.
""It looks like she enchanted you also, Michael. But isn''t trained very well."” She slapped Jessica on her inner thigh with the riding crop. Jessica jumped from the mistreatment. “"It is Mistress to you,"” she corrected her.
""Yes, Mistress!"” she immediately responded, her thigh burning from the bite of the crop.
""Heather and I have an arrangement for the summer, J. I get to play with a nice girl like you or some of the staff and Heather goes off to find a nice young man or girl, depending on her inclination for the summer. You see, we both have dominant personalities, so we tend to clash sexually.""
""Yes, Master."” She looked at Heather. “"Yes, Mistress.""
""A young man this year, Michael. But after seeing Jessica, I now yearn for a female. They can be so much more submissive. Is she trained, Michael?""
""We will find out tonight, as we do each year. Why not inspect her, yourself?""
Heather grabbed the leash and began to tug. “"Over here, J."” She pulled her over to the center of the room. Even though the music was rather loud, many people watched as they passed, eager to see what she would do with the new slave. They approached a small stage, barely three feet higher than the floor. “"Up,"” she ordered Jessica.
Jessica stepped up, her short dress riding up high over her naked ass as she struggled to maintain her balance in the heels without falling off the stage. The stage was only about six feet square. In the floor were various metal rings. Jessica feared that they would be used to secure her.
Heather eyed Jessica''s body shimmering in the bright light. There was a large lamp above the stage, bathing those below. Heather reached out and lightly touched her breasts.
""Such sensitive nipples."” Heather''s fingers grazed over the hard tips, feeling them get harder. She looked in Jessica''s face, her fingers grasping the erect nubs and pinching them tighter, watching Jessica''s eyes as she increased the pressure on the rubbery tips. “"Like a little pain, do you?""
Jessica arched her back, pushing her breasts into Heather''s hands, giving her the answer she wanted. Her hands seemed to mold Jessica''s breasts in her palms, squeezing the ripe flesh. “"First things first,"” she said. She unclipped Jessica''s wrists from the collar, letting her stretch her arms for a moment, watching as her breasts bounced beneath the flimsy garment. “"Ever been with a girl before, J? Ever had girl sex?""
""No, Mistress,"” she responded, her arms feeling better after stretching them out.
""They know just the right things to do, just the right places to arouse you, just the right amount of pain to keep you in a fevered pitch. Too bad you are leaving tomorrow. But we still have tonight."” A small group of people had come over, mostly men, eager to see Jessica''s lovely naked body. “"Turn around, J. Move forward, stand over the mirror in the floor.""
Jessica realized she was so nervous, she hadn''t noticed the mirror when she first stepped up on the stage. A small mirror, about three feet wide by two feet long was embedded in the floor. She stepped over to it, standing on the shiny surface, still unable to look down, the collar preventing it. She felt the riding crop slip between her legs, slapping back and forth between her thighs, hitting the tender flesh, the leather stinging as it hit her.
""Spread your legs, J. You''ve been trained to do that, I''m sure. To the outside of the mirror."” She slapped her thighs back and forth until Jessica complied, loving the sound of leather on tender female flesh. Michael pressed a button, tilting the mirror on an angle in front of her, a bright light from below shining up between Jessica''s legs. With the angle of the mirror and the lights, Jessica''s sex was highlighted to the audience that grew larger the longer they were up on the stage.
Jessica felt the heat from the bulbs slipping under her short dress, bathing her sex in the high temperature and light. She knew she was exposed, just not how exposed. Her hands hung to her sides, waiting for further orders, afraid to move, her thighs still smarting from the riding crop.
""Good girl, J. Now, I want you to bend over. Keep your knees straight and grab your ankles."” She let her hands run over Jessica''s ass before she pushed down on her back, urging her to comply. “"You are so open, J. That little dress is half way up your back now, your ass naked."” She ran her hands over Jessica''s ass cheeks, rubbing the soft flesh, making Jessica feel her nakedness as she bent over, her ankles gripped tightly. Heather moved down near her arms.
""Just to make it easier for you,"” she clipped the wrist cuffs to Jessica''s ankle cuffs, securing her in the bent over posit
ion.
Blood rushed to her head, her hair falling to the floor, her breasts pulling downward to the floor. The back of her legs quickly began to ache, her muscles straining to keep her knees locked, bent at the waist.
Heather stood in front of Jessica, leaning over to grab her ass cheeks, spreading them apart with her fingers, the audience having an unobstructed view as her anus came into sight. “"Still looks tight. Michael must enjoy being in your hot, snug asshole. He always was an ass man. He likes it better than pussy."” She moved around to the side of Jessica, reaching out to her pussy, her feminine fingers grasping her lips and pulling them back for all observers to see. “"Look at that tight pussy and asshole. “"
Jessica felt a finger enter her pussy, not the calloused finger of a man, but a soft feminine touch. She squirmed as it slid inside her, her pussy already wet from being exhibited naked before the guests. She moaned silently, squeezing the finger with her inner muscles.
""Such a nice grip she has, she must be a remarkable fuck,"” Heather told the growing audience. Some of the women came over to their men, hands reaching out and grabbing hard cocks, rubbing them as they watched Jessica''s humiliation. “"She creams nicely."” She pulled her finger from Jessica, slipping it into her own mouth, sucking it as if it was a cock. “"And such a tasty one, too. Young pussy has such a sweet fragrance to it.""
She wanted the finger back; her pussy wet and aroused. She didn''t care who was watching or that it was a woman who was doing it. All she cared about was having a finger back in her pussy.
""Should I test her asshole?"” Heather asked the audience.
""Yes!"” the crowd offered. “"Two fingers!"” someone shouted out, “"let her feel it.""
Heather let her finger slip back up Jessica''s pussy, noticing that she was wetter than before. “"You''re enjoying this, aren''t you, J? Grip my finger and get it wet. They want me to stick two fingers up your ass.""
Jessica let her pussy grip the finger, clenching and unclenching on it as Heather began to run it in and out, gathering up her juices as she did. Her pussy felt empty again, but she knew that it would be her asshole that would receive the reaming next. She didn''t have to wait long. A finger slowly and gently circled the tiny, brown, wrinkled hole. Even though she had been fucked in the ass with fingers and sometimes with large cocks, it always seemed to shrink back down to a tight, tiny opening. It was true what she''d been told; it was like constantly being a virgin.
Heather teased the small hole, putting pressure on her finger as she circled the opening, seeing the small hole pucker from the rude fondling. She jammed two fingers in Jessica''s asshole hard, pushing past the protective muscle into her rectum. She had to hold Jessica, keeping her from falling, shocked at the brutal thrust in her asshole, expecting a gentle fondling like her pussy received.
""Ahhhh ... “” she moaned in pain, as the finger scraped inside her rectum, yet her sphincter clenched on the two fingers as Jessica felt the fullness again.
""Such a magnificent asshole. Very hot and tight, good grip. Her muscles clench so nicely. She was built to be sodomized."” She gave Jessica a quick jab deep inside her, extracting another gasp of pain, then her fingers withdrew, the pucker still open, waiting for the return of her fingers.
Heather reached down to Jessica"s legs, unsnapping her cuffs from her ankles, letting her body rise up. “"Turn around,"” she ordered Jessica, “"and spread your legs wide again.""
Jessica faced the group of people watching her, about twenty of them, plus Michael grinning at her. She saw one girl, dressed in a schoolgirl outfit in front of one of the men, her head bouncing up and down, his large cock splitting her lips, her cheeks bulging each time he pulled her head onto his cock. She felt Heather snapping the ankle cuffs into a pair of rings in the floor, leaving her spread open again. Her arms were pulled up, attached to the collar, her elbows jutting outward, her breasts rising, her skirt riding up over her crotch.
Heather pulled her dress up, tucking it in, leaving Jessica naked from the waist down. “"Such an inviting target."” Heather tapped the riding crop on the insides of Jessica"s thighs, slapping it back and forth between them, each time moving higher and higher. She reached down, touching Jessica"s pussy, pulling back her lips. “"Just as I thought, you"re ready to cum.""
The riding crop swung up from the floor, hitting Jessica on the lower part of her pussy. Jessica jerked her hips backwards, then pushed forward again. “"Yes, you obey well. But this time, I don"t want you to shy away from the whip.""
The whip hit her squarely on her sex. Pain shot up, and Jessica bit on her lip, keeping her body rigid, not flinching away from the harsh leather riding crop. The crop slid between her thighs. Jessica bowed out her legs, accommodating the leather crop moving between her pussy lips.
Heather began to slide the crop up and down between Jessica"s pussy lips, noting Jessica''s tiny yelps of pain when a hard push or a snag on the normally smooth shaft of the crop would scrape her tender inner lips. The crop turned dark, Jessica"s juices staining the leather as she sawed it back and forth between her legs. Heather pulled it out and snapped it harshly upward. Jessica rose on her toes as the crop banged painfully into her sex. Two more sharp slaps to her lower pussy, slapping the puffy lips back and forth before moving up, snapping the crop over her lips as she moved from the bottom to the top, beating Jessica''s tender flesh.
Jessica"s body was rigid as she endured the constant barrage on her pussy, her flesh steaming, her pussy lips swelling. Just when she thought she couldn"t endure anymore, the whip slipped through her pussy again, this time the tip starting at the bottom and pushing hard against her sex as it spread her lips, making the journey from the bottom of her slit to the top, the tip rubbing harshly against her clitoris. After going up and down three times, Jessica"s hips began to move, pushing her pussy into the crop harder, craving the pleasure it was giving her.
Heather saw that she could not last much longer. She played the shaft of the crop up and down between the swollen lips, would pull it out and slapping three times, each time harder, making sure she hit the fat lips, forcefully pushing them out of the way so the leather would slap her tender pink insides or better yet, her swollen clitoris. She watched her juices splatter as the leather crop slapped hard.
Jessica had her eyes closed, her hips thrust forward. Pushing her pussy out, not caring where the shaft of the crop masturbated her or the slaps landed, they both blended into a perfect mixture of pain and pleasure. She bowed out her legs, opening her sex for the crop, eager to cum. Heather moved the crop faster and faster, the pain increasing with each unyielding strike, the pleasure increasing as the shaft moved back and forth between her lips, always making sure it rubbed harshly over her hard clit.
""God, yes!"” Jessica cried out. Heather slapped her pussy hard, swinging the crop up from the floor so she could get more powerful strokes. That was all Jessica needed, the leather strap hitting her swollen clitoris, slapping hard, the pain radiating all through her sex. “"Oh, yes! Harder!"” she pleaded, shaking and trembling, the riding crop dragging a powerful orgasm from her body, coming before all of the people watching her, the faces watching her making it even more exciting.
Heather slid the crop up and down her drenched slit, letting Jessica''s cum soak the leather, keeping her orgasm from ending quickly. She unsnapped the ankle cuffs from the rings on the stage, Jessica able to close her legs now, Heather, leading her off the stage by the leash.
Jessica was now embarrassed, the crowd around her clapping as she was led from the stage, pleased at how she had cum for them.
""Such a nice little pet, Michael,"” Heather complimented him.
""Come, J."” Michael pulled her along by the leash, moving among the throng of guests.
""Evening."” She heard the voice and instantly recognized the Senator''s voice. She looked up and saw the Senator smiling at her. “"And I recognize this beauty.""
""I didn''t know you two had met."” Michael was puz
zled at the Senator''s comment.
""Yes, on the plane when she first arrived here. A very enjoyable plane ride. She was a very eager and willing girl. I''m sure she has improved,"” he said, noticing her body peaking out from the meager garment draped over it.
""Well, have you improved?"” Michael spoke to Jessica.
""Yes, Master, I hope I have,"” Jessica answered.
""Do you mind if I have her again?"” The Senator was not particular as to which one answered him, remembering only the lovely body Jessica had.
Michael looked at Jessica, nodding his approval. “"She would love to.""
Jessica moved toward the Senator, Michael handing the leash to him. She felt herself being led over to a long bench situated at the side of the room. Next to the bench a couple was engaged in sex, the girl on her knees, her mouth wrapped around the large cock of the man. She had a schoolgirl outfit on, his hands guiding her head up and down by her pigtails. She gurgled as she swallowed the load of cum he shot in her mouth, his semen dripping from the corners. They stood, nodding to Michael as they moved off, leaving the three of them alone.
The Senator pulled the leash off of Jessica, remembering the flight they had taken together. His hands reached out to her dress, pulling it from her body, letting it fall to the floor in a puddle. He watched as she stepped out of it, spreading her legs slightly. His cock hardened at the sight of her breasts, her nipples erect from the constant rubbing of the silky material on them, the areolas large, highlighted by the white flesh surrounding them. Moving his hands to her stomach, he felt her body shake as he touched her, up to her breasts, his eyes staring at hers. He clenched his large hands around her globes, hefting them up, loving the feeling of the firm flesh in his hands. “"Have you clamped her nipples yet?""
""No, though she does tend to like a little pain with her pleasure,"” Michael said, smiling as he watched the Senator rubbing his fingertips over her nipples, making them stick out, hard rubbery tips that ached to be squeezed hard. She did not have to wait long. The Senator''s thick fingers, eager, tightened just behind the swollen nipples, squeezing, the dark red nipples looking like they would pop as the blood was forced to the tips.