by Jamie Hill
He pulled into the car park of the restaurant they'd chosen for that day, halfway between their offices. Before he could get out, she approached the passenger side and opened the door. “Hey."
"Hi! Sorry I'm late."
"No problem. I've been watching for you. I thought maybe we could leave my car here and go through the take-away across the street. We could eat in here and talk."
He shrugged. “If you like. Hop in."
She did and buckled her seat belt.
He pulled from that restaurant lot and drove across the street, getting them burgers from the fast food joint. “You sure this is okay?"
"Absolutely. I wanted to discuss this weekend and didn't want to worry about privacy in the restaurant."
"All right.” He parked, and they unwrapped their food, eating as they talked.
"Do you know what Michael has planned for Saturday night?” She seemed nervous.
Seth smiled. “Relax. The monthly play parties are always a lot of fun. You'll like the dungeon. It's got lots of rooms, and they're very well equipped."
Carla picked at her hamburger. “Do you guys usually, um, involve other people when you're there?"
"Usually. That's part of the fun. Is that what's bothering you? Everyone there has signed a safe, sane and consensual agreement."
She rolled her eyes. “What does that mean, really? Do you know all the other people?"
"I know most of them. People wear those little masquerade masks that cover the top half of their faces, but that doesn't really hide anyone's identity. The Rose & Thorn community is particular about who joins. You had to fill out quite a bit of paperwork, didn't you?"
"Yes. But I'm nervous about being intimate with a bunch of strangers."
"We'll watch out for you. You should know that by now."
"I guess I do.” The corners of her mouth turned up.
Her smile warmed his heart. “I care about you, Carla. For some reason, you and I clicked. I like it, and I value our friendship already."
"Even if I'm dominant half the time? You've been very generous, but I know another Master wasn't what you were looking for."
He grinned. “Being the dom is fun. But I'll always want a Master. For some strange reason, I get off letting Michael tell me what to do. It's just so—so freeing—to let him control me. I feel the same way about you. When you grind that stiletto heel into my skin ... damn! It's hard to explain. People outside the society don't understand, but I don't think being submissive makes me weak or less of a man."
"Of course, it doesn't.” She batted her eyelashes. “You're definitely all man. Sometimes I question whether or not you're really gay."
Seth laughed. “Oh, I'm gay. Not much doubt about that. But I do have the hots for you. Not all women—just you."
"The feeling is mutual.” She smiled slyly. “Okay, I guess I'll stop worrying about the formal. But I'm not sure what to wear."
"Michael's picking out our clothes."
"Are you serious?” She shook her head.
"Please don't worry. These things are always fun, and you'll leave there a happy woman."
"I hope so.” Carla rubbed her hands over her arms.
He understood the slight anxiety, considering it was her first time at a Rose & Thorn play party. But Seth knew she'd be fine. He'd make sure of it.
* * * *
Michael spilled no secrets about his plans for the formal play party until it was time to get ready Saturday evening. Dressed in his sharp, black tuxedo with a black masquerade mask, he held up two garment bags. “You'll wear what's in your bag. Nothing more. Carla, use the front bathroom to change. Seth, use our room."
"Yes, Master.” Seth took his bag and headed down the hall.
Michael saw him raise his eyebrows at Carla once before they split up, going their separate ways. He smiled to himself and waited.
Seth was going to find half a tuxedo—trousers, a cummerbund, socks, shoes and a black half mask like he wore. That was it. The partial outfit would be extremely sexy on his gorgeous man. A tingle of excitement zipped through him.
The formal was one of Rose & Thorn's biggest events of the year. As Grand Master of the M.A.s.T. subgenre, Michael wanted to make a splashy appearance. Arriving with two half-dressed slaves would make quite an impact. He couldn't wait to see them.
Seth rejoined him in the kitchen, and Michael whistled. “You look as hot as I thought you would.” He flicked the exposed nipple ring. “The boys will be all over you."
Grinning, Seth wiggled his chest. “You better hope not. I've got all I can handle with the two wildcats in my life."
Michael squinted at him. “You may think so, but remember, tonight you're at my command. You'll do what—and who—I say."
Before he could answer, Carla entered the room, wearing a mask and not much more. The black leather bustier he'd chosen was similar to the one she owned, but this version covered only the bottom half of her breasts, pushing them up high. Full cleavage and round nipples were exposed.
Her skirt was skin tight black leather. Michael had bought it, imagining reaching under it to discover the bare treasures hidden there. “You look fabulous."
"This feels awkward.” She tugged at the bustier.
"Stop fidgeting. It's perfect. You'll see why in a moment.” Michael turned away to retrieve the last part of their costumes. He spotted Seth and Carla exchanging quizzical glances. He smiled. The whole set-up made him horny as hell already.
He returned with a thick black collar that sported sharp silver studs all around. He positioned the leather around Seth's neck securely, snapping a leash on the ring hanging from the front. “There you go. My perfect, sexy slave. It looks great."
Seth glanced down at the leash. “I've, uh, never been leashed in public before, Master."
Michael waggled his eyebrows. He approached Carla with a set of chains. “Yours are a little different.” He fastened a nipple clamp to each breast gently. Once they were secure, he tugged the chain, and she squirmed. “Nice.” To the centre of that chain, he attached one that led to a thin, black collar, which he positioned around her neck. “What do you think, Seth?” He jiggled the chain, and her breasts bobbed.
"Fucking hot."
"I thought so.” Michael gazed at the erection tenting Seth's trousers, and smiled. “Now for the final touch, the leash.” He hooked a leather strap to the front of Carla's collar. “I'll have the two most desired slaves at the party. The others will be all over you."
She glanced at him with concern. “I don't know—"
"Shh!” Michael snapped, pulling the dildo gag from his pocket. “Do I need to use this?"
"No.” She closed her mouth.
"Michael,” Seth murmured.
"That's Master. And you'd better remember it. I plan to show you off tonight, and everyone will expect my slaves to be on their best behaviour."
"Yes, Master.” He bit his lip.
"Let's go. I'm anxious to get to the dungeon. I've been telling people about my well trained, willing slaves. Now, it's time to show them."
He pressed a kiss to Carla's forehead. Her rigid stature seemed to relax under his touch. Smiling, he murmured, “You look beautiful. Be calm, have fun. It's going to be a great night."
He moved in front of Seth and kissed his head next. “I'm so proud to show you off."
Seth inhaled and exhaled slowly. “Thank you, Master."
"Let's go.” Michael gathered their leashes and led them to the garage.
Seth and Carla slid into the backseat, and he got in front. Checking them out in his rear view mirror, Michael smiled. “This is great.” His cock pressed against his tuxedo trousers, an enjoyable sensation.
The building which housed their dungeon had an underground car park, ensuring privacy for the unusually decked out party-goers. Michael led several steps ahead of his slaves, their leashes taut.
They entered through the front door, where he paid their admittance fee and collected their drink tickets. T
hey each signed a liability waver and handed them to the young red-haired man on duty.
"Two drink maximum,” he told them.
"Of course. Thank you.” Michael led them inside, muttering, “He thinks he has to tell me the rules? I helped write the rules."
"He looks new,” Seth replied.
Michael made a face, and they entered the bar area. The room was dimly lit and crowded.
Seth whispered to Carla, “Everyone meets in here and has a drink or two to relax. There're a dozen rooms down the hallway in back. People filter in and out, figuring out what's going on in each room."
"I guess I know what's usually going on.” Carla looked around nervously.
Michael tossed three tickets on the bar. “I don't recall giving either of you permission to speak."
"It's her first time here. I'm just trying to make it easier.” Seth tugged at his collar.
"Thank you,” she whispered.
Michael ignored the exchange. He picked up a glass of wine for each of them and handed it over.
Seth chugged the drink. Michael knew it always helped him transition into the role-play and, with all their nerves on edge tonight, he suspected his lover would need it.
"Drink it,” Michael encouraged Carla.
She raised the glass to her lips and sipped, then set it down on the bar. “Wine makes me ill. I shouldn't."
He studied her but didn't press the subject. Turning to see who else was there, he listened but didn't join their further conversation.
"Is he trying to get us drunk?” she whispered to Seth.
"You're paranoid. He'd never do that.” Seth picked up her glass. “You sure you don't want this?"
Michael turned back to see Seth down the second drink in two gulps.
He emptied his own glass quickly. The sensation of the alcohol sliding down his throat felt good. For a moment, he wondered what else would soon be going down his throat—or the throats of his slaves. His cock twitched.
Setting down his glass, he tugged at their leashes. “It's time to start the party. Let's go."
"I'm ready.” Seth waggled his eyebrows. “More than ready."
"Damn, me, too.” Michael proceeded down the dark hallway and opened the door to the room they usually frequented.
He glanced around. Twenty or so people milled in groups. One woman was bent over a sofa, skirt around her neck. A man had his face buried in her pussy, seemingly oblivious to anything else.
"This is awkward,” Carla murmured.
"It'll be fun. Be open to new things.” Michael hungrily watched the man giving oral sex. He hoped he'd have the opportunity to do the same thing. Fighting his way through Carla's tight black leather seemed like a fine idea. Of course, he always enjoyed what Seth had to offer. A succulent cock would taste just as good. He stopped in the middle of the room. “Wait here a minute."
Carla glanced around, a wary expression on her face.
Michael followed her gaze, trying to see things from her perspective. Besides the woman leaning over the sofa receiving oral sex, another trio was engaged in the corner. A long-haired, masked woman knelt on all fours, the few clothes she wore shoved around her waist. She was collared, her leash held by a man shoving his cock down her throat. Another man knelt behind her, grasping her hips as he fucked her wildly.
His erection throbbed. He could appreciate some of that action. No matter which end he'd be on, it'd be fantastic. He glanced at his male lover. “That looks appealing."
"No shit. Damn, I'm horny.” Seth watched the various sex acts with interest. His eyes lit up when a man lay flat on the sofa and another began sucking him off. A third joined them, nuzzling his face in the ass of the second, kneeling man.
"So many choices,” Michael murmured softly. He looked back at Seth. “You ready to play?"
"Absolutely, Master."
"I want everyone to see how well trained my slaves are. On your knees, both of you. Carla in front of me, Seth in back."
Seth moved into position and dropped to his knees immediately.
Now, the party is starting. Michael unfastened his belt and the button of his trousers.
Carla knelt, but not as quickly. She gazed up at him with fear in her eyes.
"Relax,” he murmured. “Enjoy it."
He unzipped his slacks and pulled out his turgid erection.
Without hesitation, Seth leaned forward, nuzzling his face between Michael's ass cheeks.
Carla looked at Michael's cock like she'd never seen it before.
She needs a little encouragement. “Go ahead. Show everyone what great head you give.” He stroked his shaft in front of her, a drop of pre-cum glistening on the tip.
She leaned forward and sucked just the head into her mouth.
Seth had pried his cheeks apart and was tonguing Michael's anus. Each sensation felt glorious, but together, they were euphoric.
Michael glanced around the room quickly, seeing several pairs of eyes on him and his gorgeous submissives. The thrill of others watching was almost too much to bear. He drove forward, thrusting into Carla's mouth.
She'd closed her eyes and was now into the act. Her skilled techniques were surely the envy of the room. Michael groaned as the head of his cock nudged the back of her throat.
Seth grasped Michael's thighs with his hands, pressing his face deeper into the warm crevice. As he drove in from that end, Carla pushed back from the front. Michael planted his feet firmly, his first orgasm threatening.
A man wearing portions of a white tuxedo moved behind Carla. Michael recognized him behind the mask he wore, but couldn't recall his name at that critical point. The stranger looked at Michael questioningly, asking silent permission to join in the act.
Michael nodded. He struggled to hold back his climax, prolonging the pleasure as long as possible. With Seth's tongue probing his ass, it wouldn't be much longer.
The man knelt and raised Carla's skirt. He grasped her hips and leaned forward, his tongue flicking her genitals.
Her eyes flew open and she froze. She pulled her face back and turned to see who'd crept up behind her. “Stop that!” she insisted.
Seth removed his tongue quickly and peered around Michael's legs.
Michael sighed, his erection drooping as quickly as it had risen.
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Chapter Eight
Carla tugged at her skirt, wishing she was anywhere but there.
The man who'd brazenly begun to lick her sat back on his haunches and muttered, “What the fuck?"
A look of disappointment crossed Michael's face. “What's the problem, Carla? This is what we came here for."
"Not me,” she insisted, scrambling to her feet.
"Carla!” Seth stood and moved to her side. “What's wrong? Did he hurt you?"
"I don't know him!” she whispered in hushed, angry tones. “What the hell was he doing, touching me like that?"
"Did he ask?” Seth held her arm protectively.
"No!"
"I gave him permission.” Michael raised his slacks and fastened them.
Seth glanced at him then back at Carla. “That's all he needed, honey. If your Master says it's okay, the sky's pretty much the limit."
"I'm sorry.” Her stomach felt queasy. What the hell am I doing here? “This isn't what I expected."
Michael took a step closer and whispered with irritation, “What the hell were you expecting? We came here to have group sex. You said you understood—"
"I changed my mind.” She set her jaw, unwilling to back down. Sex with Seth and Michael was one thing. If they wanted other people to watch, so be it. But allowing a stranger to touch her was simply too much. “I want to leave."
"We're not leaving!” Michael muttered. “If you don't want to play nicely with others, go have a drink and relax. Seth and I came here for some fun."
She turned to Seth, gazing into his eyes. “Is this really what you want?” She couldn't believe it was.
He smiled, t
ouching her cheek gently. “Yeah, it is. This is how we play. We enjoy it."
Carla frowned. “I made a mistake coming here.” She tugged off her mask and threw it to the floor. She released the clamps from her nipples, ignoring the burn that surged through her tits. Her collar came off with a yank, the leash and chain attached. She shoved them into Michael's hands and looked at him. “I'm sorry I'm not the perfect slave you expected. You and Seth stay and have fun. I'm leaving."
"Don't go.” Seth's dark eyes pierced hers.
She still thought he was the sexiest man alive, but they obviously had very different wants and desires. Carla knew she'd be happy with just Seth and Michael for the rest of their lives. They obviously thought otherwise. She glanced around at the crowd. A few people watched them, but most had resumed their orgies, oblivious to everyone and everything else. She shook her head. “Goodbye, Seth. Goodbye, Michael.” Turning on her heel, she strode to the door.
"Carla, wait!” Seth fumbled with the chain around his neck.
Pausing, she watched him.
Michael snapped, “Where the devil are you going?"
"I can't let her leave.” Seth took a step away from him.
Carla knew it was one of the hardest steps he'd ever taken. She inhaled, trying to breathe evenly.
Seth glanced at her clothes then down at himself.
She'd forgotten they were barely dressed. One hand flew up, covering her bare chest.
Seth held a hand out to Michael. “Give me your jacket and shirt."
"Are you serious?” Michael laughed nervously.
"Yes, I'm fucking serious. You have a car. We need to be presentable for a cab."
"Seth.” Michael's eyes went from unhappy to angry in an instant. “Think about what you're doing."
"Look.” Seth pressed his collar and leash into his husband's hand. “I love you, but I care about Carla, too. I can't let her leave like this. I hope you understand."
Michael seemed to think about it then disgustedly gave in. He removed his jacket and shirt then handed them over.
Carla moved next to them. “We'll need cab fare."
He scowled but reached for his wallet. Pulling out a bill, he held it up.