They were having it catered and staffed by servers so Daniel wasn’t distracted from his primary task as Liam’s sub. They were going to use a small company they’d used in the past, the owner of which was heavily into the scene and happy to dress his waiters, who were also his personal slaves, in suitable slave gear. Since the fare would be an assortment of appetizers Daniel was less particular than if they’d been catering a sit-down meal.
Food would be set out buffet style in the dining room with the waitstaff moving among the guests with trays of goodies and flutes of sparkling water and iced juice. Serious play would take place upstairs in the playroom, but that didn’t preclude scenes from happening wherever the whim of the Doms at the party took them.
She was to wear a white silk camisole and white silk thong panties. All the subs would be wearing white, the Doms in black. Alex was excited by the idea of being forced to submit to any and everyone in the room. Intercourse wasn’t permitted at the party, but pretty much everything else was.
Liam and Daniel had already told Alex she would be expected to stop whatever she was doing and present herself when ordered. She’d been told they planned to put her through her paces to show the other Masters what a submissive slave girl they owned. Bubbles of nervous excitement burst in her tummy every time she tried to imagine just what was in store for her.
She heard Daniel’s truck pulling into the driveway and hurried from the alcove to the front hall. Like Liam, Daniel had Alex kneel for him when he came home from his occasional errand. He liked for her to kneel down, her head touching the floor, her arms behind her back. As an added touch he liked her to face away from the door so her upraised ass greeted him. This both embarrassed and aroused Alex, two prevailing emotions in her submissive training.
She heard the door open and shut and the sound of grocery bags being set down. Daniel’s large hands moved over her bare ass and she shivered. She felt the tug at her belt and heard the tiny click as the locks were released. The device was pulled away from her body.
“Are you hot for me?” Daniel’s voice was husky. His fingers pushed at once into both her cunt and ass, catching Alex off guard. The question caught her even more off guard. He’d never asked her something like that before. What did he care? He only had eyes for Liam.
He moved his fingers roughly inside her. “Answer the question.”
“Yes, Sir. Always, Sir,” she answered honestly. The fingers were withdrawn and Daniel hauled her to her feet. He was wearing jeans and a bright yellow T-shirt that brought out the rich bronzed tan of his muscular arms. He looked good enough to eat and Alex swallowed to keep from choking on her own saliva.
“Get on your knees and suck my cock.”
Alex obeyed at once, eagerly pulling at his fly. He helped her, pushing his jeans and underwear to his knees. Why was he doing this? He wasn’t allowed to come without Liam’s express permission.
His beautiful thick cock sprang fully erect, the skin hot from the summer day and its confinement in his jeans. Greedily Alex took it into her mouth, sucking and licking the fat head before moving forward slowly to take its full length.
Daniel moaned and put his hands on either side of her head. “Good. Yes. Yes. Like that…” He let her please him for several minutes. Her sex was throbbing and she shifted her legs, pressing her thighs together in an attempt to ease the ache.
Was he going to come without Liam’s presence? Would she say anything if he did? No, she would not. It was not her place. Still the idea filled her with disquiet. She knew how Daniel worshipped Liam. To come without his permission was a betrayal of his beliefs. She didn’t want to be a part of that betrayal.
He too had been sexually tortured and teased the night before and sent to bed with a raging, unspent erection. Liam said he wanted his subs extra needy the night of the party. Knowing Daniel was trying to sleep with the same unrequited desire she had faced had made her night alone in her bed a little less lonely.
He began to pant, thrusting his hips in a way she’d come to recognize that signaled his impending release. What should she do? Would he be able to control himself? Was her allegiance first to him or to Liam? Was there a rule book on this stuff and could she get a copy?
She knew how awful Daniel would feel if he disobeyed Liam, whether or not Liam knew about it. Deciding to risk overstepping, Alex pulled back just long enough to say, “Sir? Liam’s directive?”
Daniel’s eyes flew open and he gasped, not with pleasure. She realized then he’d been seconds away from orgasm. His eyes focused on her and darkened. “Are you questioning me?” He slapped her cheek, startling her. Tears sprang to her eyes and she touched the hot skin, not sure how to answer.
Daniel pulled his pants back up and zipped the fly. He knelt beside her. “I’m sorry. That was uncalled for. You’re right to question me. We both belong to him before anything else. Liam called me while I was out. He wants me on the edge for tomorrow’s party. He told me to come home and have you suck my cock. He warned me not to come.”
Daniel pushed his hair out of his face and blew out a breath. “Thanks for looking out for me.” He cupped one of Alex’s breasts. Her nipples strained toward him. In a low voice he added, “Liam gave me further instruction. Lie down and spread your legs.”
Alex obeyed, watching with amazement as Daniel crouched between her legs. He leaned down and drew his tongue over her spread, already-very-wet cunt. Alex shivered and moaned. Daniel slapped her spread cunt with his open palm and she yelped, unprepared.
“You will not come.” He emphasized each word. “He wants us both on fire. Understood? I’m going to take you to the edge, but if you slip over, you’ll spend the next twenty-four hours in the cage. Got it?”
“Yes, Sir,” Alex whispered.
Daniel leaned forward again, snaking his tongue over her sensitive folds until she was squirming and sighing. It felt so good. Too good. After only a few minutes she knew she had to stop him or she’d be in serious trouble.
“Daniel…Sir…please…” He ignored her, licking and lapping as if he were actually enjoying himself. “No…you’ve got to…” Weakly she pushed at his head, though her effort was halfhearted. It felt so damn good…just a little more…
All at once he pulled back and Alex realized she had been a nanosecond from orgasm. She lay limp with legs spread, the sticky petals of her sex swollen from his kisses.
“Get up. We have work to do.” Alex forced herself to obey though her bones felt like rubber. Daniel retrieved the chastity belt and locked it in place. He pulled the straps tight and patted her leather-covered sex. He lifted his eyebrows. “You would have come if I hadn’t stopped, am I right?”
Alex couldn’t deny it. She smiled sheepishly. “Thanks for looking out for me.”
~*~
Alex and Daniel stood side by side, their arms at their sides, their eyes straight ahead. Alex was wearing a silky top that hugged the curves of her high, full breasts and cascaded in pretty folds from her perking nipples. Her panties barely covered her shaven mons, thin straps of lace along her hips holding the white silk and disappearing into the crack of her shapely ass.
Daniel was wearing white silk lounge pants that fit loosely over his muscular ass and legs. His cock and balls were bound in a white cotton strap that separated his balls and forced his cock into a pleasing erection beneath the silk. His bronzed muscular chest was bare.
Liam was wearing very soft black leather pants and square-toed boots. His shirt was also silk and at Daniel’s suggestion he’d left it unbuttoned.
The caterers had arrived an hour before, busily setting up the trays of food and getting the open bar ready. A large cooler of ice was filled with chilled bottles of sparkling water and juice.
Liam took one of the bottles and uncapped it. He poured three glasses and handed one to each of his sexy subs. He had teased them unmercifully all day, interrupting them in whatever they were doing to fondle and arouse them, stopping just before he took them too far. He hadn’t pe
rmitted himself to come either, enjoying the steady slow burn of desire along with them.
“Daniel, you know the fun you’re in for and, Alex, you’re about to find out.” He raised his glass. “To a great party.” While they sipped, he addressed Alex. “Remember, you are to obey everyone wearing black in the room. They all know the limits and rules, the primary ones being no intercourse, no scat or water sports and no blood.
“If you feel you just can’t obey something someone has asked come find me or Daniel and let us know. But think long and hard before you do that. Your job tonight is to please my guests. This isn’t about your pleasure or gratification, though I do hope you have fun and I think you will.
“But your primary goal tonight should be to please any Dom, male or female, who wishes to use you. You’re my property and my possession so your behavior reflects directly on me. Do your very best to please my guests and I promise the rewards will be tenfold.
“Situations can get a little intense sometimes. A list of safewords will be posted in the playroom. Yours is…?”
“Butterfly, Sir,” Alex supplied. She’d never had to use her safeword with them. Liam didn’t believe in pushing a slave so far that they panicked. He liked taking them to the edge and perhaps just a little beyond. In his experience, safewords weren’t necessary between people who knew and trusted each other. He was able to read his subs’ cues and body language. He instinctively knew when it was time to back off and had yet to push anyone he’d played with over the years to that limit.
“Good. I don’t expect you to need it but if you really feel you can’t tolerate what’s being asked of you and you can’t make yourself understood in any other way, use your safeword. If you’re gagged, open and close your fists three times in succession. That will be the universal signal tonight for every sub.”
The color had risen to Alex’s cheeks. On an impulse Liam cupped her crotch. Her panties were wet. “Slut.” He grinned, watching her flush deepen. “She’s wet, Daniel. Our sub girl is soaking wet at the thought of servicing our guests.”
Daniel started to respond but closed his mouth. Liam realized he was in full sub mode, and because Liam hadn’t asked a direct question, he had no cause to speak. Liam moved in front of him and cradled his restrained balls through the silk. With his other hand he stroked Daniel’s rapidly rising shaft.
“And you,” he whispered. “I want you hard all night. Show them how you burn for me.” He leaned down and kissed Daniel’s mouth. Daniel’s lips parted, his tongue moving out to meet Liam’s. He never tired of Daniel’s kiss, of his supple lips and eager tongue. He forgot about the party, about the girl standing next to them, about everything but the man he owned and loved.
A tiny sound, like a kitten’s plaintive mewling cry, distracted him. Liam pulled away from Daniel to look at Alex, not sure if he’d imagined the sound. She was standing still as a statue, her eyes straight ahead but her hands, he saw, were clenched into fists.
She wants to be kissed.
The thought slipped into his mind and as soon as it did, he knew it was true. He had kissed Alex once or twice while fucking her but it had been an afterthought. Unlike when he consciously kissed Daniel, with Alex it was more of a gut response—something to do with his mouth while his cock was inside her. He’d never kissed her with intent, with a focus on her as a lover. She wasn’t their lover, after all. She was their girl toy.
Until that moment he’d believed she was perfectly happy in that role.
Maybe he had imagined the sound. Or maybe he was reading more into it than was there. Still the seed once planted began to grow. What would it be like to kiss Alex without the distraction of sex?
He looked at her lips, plump and rosy, the lower lip pouty above her small pointy chin. Why had he never noticed how lovely her mouth was? He imagined lightly biting those lips, licking along the curve of her mouth, feeling the flicker of her tongue against his.
He moved from Daniel to stand in front of her. She was easily a foot shorter than he while Daniel was only a few inches shorter. He would lift her into his arms and taste her lips. It was his right—she belonged to him. He reached for her and leaned down to kiss her, his cock stiff with desire.
The doorbell rang, distracting Liam. “Our first guests.” He glanced at his watch. It was seven fifty-five. “Five minutes early. I bet it’s Mistress Jade. She loves to arrive unfashionably early.”
He grinned toward Daniel for confirmation and was confused by the flash of silent reproach he saw in his lover’s eyes. But when he looked again it was gone.
Chapter 8
By eight thirty the living room was filled with guests. Liam had been correct—Mistress Jade was the first to arrive, her slave Thomas by her side. Jade was imposing, nearly six feet with a large frame and huge breasts squashed into a black leather bustier. She wore a full-length leather skirt and stiletto boots with long pointed toes. Her hair was dyed a matching black and her pale blue eyes were ringed with black makeup. Her blood-red lips were like a wound. Alex found the effect more frightening than erotic.
Thomas was a full head shorter than his Mistress, with thinning sandy blond hair and a receding chin. He was wearing only a white jock strap and white tennis shoes. They were probably in their fifties and Alex noticed they wore matching wedding rings.
“On your knees,” Mistress Jade said imperiously when they were introduced. Thomas at once dropped on all fours. Mistress Jade attached a short dog leash to the black leather collar Alex now noticed around his neck and gave it a jerk, pulling him nearly over as she strode from the foyer into the living room.
“Liam, darling,” she purred, wrapping Liam in a bear hug. She stepped back and surveyed Daniel and Alex with a cocked eyebrow. “You’ve added a girl to your stable? How quaint. Is she any good?”
“She’s still being trained. She has potential.”
Mistress Jade turned toward Alex. “Kneel and lick my boot. If you’re very, very good, I’ll let you lick my cunt later.”
Instinctively Alex shrank back against Daniel, who gave her a small shove forward. “Do it,” he murmured beneath his breath.
When Alex had been told to obey every Dom at the party, she hadn’t taken women into account. She’d just assumed the Doms would be male. While she wasn’t especially thrilled at the idea of licking this woman’s boot, she was horrified at the thought of being forced to lick her cunt.
Trying not to dwell on that possibility Alex knelt as gracefully as she could and tentatively touched the dusty black leather with her tongue. “Make it shine, girl.” Mistress Jade pushed the toe of the boot into Alex’s mouth. She wanted to recoil but didn’t dare.
The bell rang and she heard the door open. In a booming voice a man announced, “The party can now begin. We have arrived.” This was followed by laughter.
The boot, mercifully, was pulled away as Mistress Jade turned to cry, “Mark, beautiful man. It’s been ages.”
Alex sat back, relieved at her reprieve. Daniel tapped her shoulder and she stood. He put a comforting arm around her and kissed the top of her head. She leaned against him. “She can be a bully. Don’t worry though, she doesn’t like girls except to humiliate them.” Alex found this small comfort and determined to stay off Mistress Jade’s radar for the rest of the evening.
The new couple was considerably more attractive. They were introduced as Mark and Jarrett. In their late twenties or early thirties, they both had hard, lean bodies, though neither was as good-looking as Liam and Daniel. Mark wore a black jacket over a black knit shirt and dark trousers. His sub Jarrett wore white cotton pants and a white tank top he removed upon entry to reveal thick silver barbells through his nipples.
As the guests entered, they were offered juice and sparkling water by two dark, handsome swarthy men dressed in gold silk lounge pants and matching gold vests, the uniform of the caterers. Two other men in gold moved through the growing crowd, offering platters of hot and cold appetizers.
Liam and Daniel were
busy mingling and introducing people to each other, though most of them seemed already acquainted. Alex stayed close to one or the other of them, feeling shy. They introduced her as well, referring to her as their slave girl, which gave her an excited tingly feeling.
Liam was engaged in a conversation with a striking older man with a thick mane of silver hair. A petite woman, naked except for a very thick metal collar around her slender throat, knelt at his feet, her hands chained loosely behind her back. Alex noticed the crisscross of fading and fresh purple welts covering her back and ass.
While Liam and Daniel had marked Alex during whippings, the marks never lasted more than a few hours at most. She noticed the bruising on the woman’s thighs and upper arms and felt a sense of disquiet.
She looked around for Daniel, who was talking to a couple of very good-looking guys. In fact the party was for the most part populated with extremely handsome and no doubt very gay men, both Dom and sub. She moved toward him and waited nearby, hoping to catch his eye.
Eventually he saw her and excused himself from his guests. “Hey, Alex. What’s up? You need me?”
She pointed with her chin toward the kneeling woman. “That sub. She’s covered in welts and bruises. Is she okay? She looks like she’s being abused.”
Daniel looked at the woman in question and turned back to Alex. “That’s Isabelle and Christian, her Master. She’s a pain slut. She’s there at his feet because that’s where she wants to be. Don’t worry, she’s not being abused, Alex. We wouldn’t invite people to our house who didn’t honor the basic rules of consensual submission. Isabelle and Christian are married. They’ve been living as Master and slave 24/7 since the last of their kids moved out like ten years ago. From what I can see, they’re in love and deeply committed to each other.”
“But those bruises,” Alex protested.
“Isabelle has fair skin. She bruises easily, like you do. I’ve left a bruise or two on your ass, you know.” He patted her bottom.
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