Weekend Punishment

[orchid]

In your hands I saw the heavy rope you carried and, not knowing what you planned, only knowing it was not good, I pleaded with you with my eyes. You ignored my eyes, walking closer, “Bend your leg up Slut” you demanded as you reached down and grabbed hold of one of my legs, lifting it off the ground. I bent my leg as you positioned it beside me and began to tie my calf firmly to my thigh. I tried not to squirm or moan in protest as you tightened the rope that forced me more forward on the sawhorse, pushing my clit against the wood.

You secured my leg tightly against my thigh, causing me to alter my weight fully on to my other foot. I looked at you pleadingly, batting my eyelashes in an attempt to win you over, but it was to no avail. You walked around the sawhorse and grabbed my other foot roughly, causing all my weight to fall fully on my clit on the sawhorse, and I cried out. “Shut up,” you commanded, as you yanked my other foot up and secured it tightly, with the ropes to my thigh.

Satisfied with your work, you stepped away and looked at me. There I was, in a tightened and topless corset with chained nipple clamps, a garter attached to long stockings with no panties to block the view. My arms were securely tightened behind me in the leather sleeve you had fastened earlier and my mouth was held open, in a perfect “O” with the ring gag. You had achieved the perfect balance by attaching the chain from the floor to my D-ring collar, pulling me forwards to press my clit against the rough wood of the sawhorse with the hook from the ceiling hooked into my ponytail, holding my head in an upright position. The last ties you made attached my feet to my thighs, causing me to fully lean forward on the sawhorse.

You walked around the room, blowing out some of the candles as you went. “Remember what I said to you,” you whispered as you approached me. You leaned in and turned the vibrator back on to low, “you WILL NOT cum,” you commanded. You walked over to your recliner and settled yourself in, leaving me there, writhing against the sawhorse, frustrated at being ordered not to cum, and knowing that it was inevitable in my current position.

Before long, I was panting heavily as my orgasm built. I tried so hard to will my thoughts away from what the vibrator was doing to my body. My hips ground restlessly and small cries of pleasure escaped from my throat. “Don’t,” you warned quietly as you sat forward in your recliner, watching me intently. I whimpered and tried to be still. Your sharp eyes narrowed as you watched and waited. My stomach muscles began to quiver as my breath came faster. Quickly you rose and crossed over to me, turning the vibrator off just in the nick of time.

I groaned and whimpered as my body sagged with disappointment and my eyes filled with tears of frustration. You unhooked my ponytail from the pulley and I collapsed forwards onto the sawhorse, still breathing heavily. You walked around in front of me and released the chain from my collar. Coming back to the side of the sawhorse, you slipped one arm under my chest, lifting me slightly before sliding your other arm under my waist and lifting me up and off the sawhorse. You carried me easily, with one arm over to your recliner, where you used your other arm to turn the chair over. Grabbing one of the throw pillows, you put it on the back of the chair, at the crease before putting me down on top of it. My head hung forward towards the ground as my waist rested on the edge of the chair, pushing my ass and pussy up in the air. With my arms still tightened securely in the sleeve behind me, and my feet bound to my thighs, I was helpless and completely exposed to you in this position.

You left me there as you walked back over to the table where I had laid out all your tools. You picked up the new flogger and gave it a few test swings through the air, nodding as you slapped it against the palm of your hand. Slowly you circled the chair, looking down at me as you continued to snap the flogger into your hand. “Now, not only are you being punished for leaving work early today and going shopping without telling me,” you began as you brought the flogger down to land on my ass, instantly making it heat again. “You will be punished for the remainder of the weekend for all of the little things I have allowed you to get away with this last while.” You rained another smack down across my ass as I whimpered. “For hesitating this evening when I asked you to lift your dress,” smack. “For failing to prepare a proper meal last weekend,” smack…You listed off several indiscretions and for each one, the leather kissed my ass.

My ass cheeks were burning a bright pink yet again and you had grown hard again during the flogging session. You stopped directly behind me and with a little extra strength, lashed the flogger across my ass one last time before dropping it to the floor. You reached out and grasped the end of the butt plug, pulling it out of me slowly before dropping it to the floor as well. You grabbed my ass cheeks in your hands, pulling them wide apart as you looked down at my stretched out little rosebud. “You have such a nice ass for fucking, slave,” you whispered as you leaned forward and spit directly onto my asshole to add a little extra lube. “I just love fucking your tight little ass.” You pushed your cock roughly into my asshole and my head lifted off the back of the chair as I cried out in pain.

Your hands kneaded my ass cheeks roughly as you drove your cock in and out my asshole slowly, drawing it out completely before plunging it back in, driving it to the hilt. “Oh ya, baby,” you muttered as you continued to bury yourself in me, “your ass is so tight. Grip my cock with your ass, bitch.” As I grew used to your size inside my anal canal, I wiggled my hips seductively against you and tried to clench my ass together to grip you as you had asked. Deep moans sounded in my throat as you pounded into me. I grunted with each of your thrusts as you increased your pace, slamming into me harder and harder. “ohhhhh God,” you yelled out as with one final thrust, you shot your load deep up into my ass.

Pulling yourself out of me quickly, you crossed back to the table and lubed up the middle size butt plug, bringing it back to me and pushing it in, trapping your cum inside me. I groaned as my ravaged asshole was stretched out again. You lifted me off the back of the chair and sat me down on the floor beside you. You took a minute to right the chair before plunging your cock into my wide open mouth, “Clean it bitch,” you commanded as you pushed your hips into my face, holding yourself there for a moment and then withdrawing.

You leaned over me and untied the laces that held the sleeve together, freeing my arms. They fell limply to my sides and I slowly shook them out as you reached behind my head and unclasped the ring gag. Kneeling beside me on the floor, you untied my legs and then helped me to stand up. You helped support me as you walked me around the room slowly, allowing the feeling to creep back into my legs. I kept sneaking glances at you, hoping that you would say the magic words, that I had been forgiven but knowing deep down that you would not go back on your word to continue punishing me all weekend.

When I could again walk on my own, you placed your hand on the small of my back and directed me to the medical table, patting the cushioned top with one hand. I understood and climbed up onto it. I crossed my legs and leaned forwards, trying to relieve some of the pressure on my clit. “No!” you commanded, quickly realizing what I was doing. “Spread your legs Whore.” You waited a split second and then repeated, “Spread them NOW.”

“Oh Master, please….” I risked it, asking quietly for release.

“QUIET!” you bellowed, “and lay down.” I sighed and lay down on the table. You walked over to me and grabbed my hands, slapping handcuffs on them and yanking them over my head. With a length of rope, you tied the handcuffs to one of the legs of the table, effectively rendering my arms useless once more. From the corner, you picked up the 3-foot spreader bar and shackled it to my ankles, forcing my legs wide open. My eyes filled with tears as I knew there would be no relief for me tonight. You tossed a blanket over me for warmth and then settled yourself back into your recliner.

“Get some sleep Slave,” you suggested as you covered yourself with another blanket and blew out the last of the candles. “You will need your strength for tomorrow.”

[orchid]

I have no idea how long I laid there, quietly whimpering to myself and wishing for release before I finally fell asleep. All I know is that I awoke sometime with an extremely dry throat and an incredible need for the washroom. I listened intently as I allowed my eyes to adjust to the darkness and I could hear your deep and laboured breathing from across the room. I debated with myself for about fifteen minutes before I knew I could not wait any longer without totally embarrassing myself.

Taking a deep breath, I did what I knew I had to do, “Master?” I called gently and waited for your response. When none came, I tried again, a little louder and sounding a little more desperate despite my intention otherwise, “Master?”

I heard you moving and once more tried again, still louder, “Master….”

“What do you want bitch?” came your annoyed and sleepy sounding reply.

“Master please, may I have a drink of water and use the washroom?” I asked. You did not respond but I did hear you moving and felt you coming closer. You leaned over me and unlocked the handcuffs freeing my hands, which instinctively reached out to you even as you slapped them away. “Did I give you permission to touch me, slave?” you growled as you undid the spreader bar to free my legs. Even as you did so you warned me, “Don’t try anything. Let’s go,” you commanded as you yanked me upright by my arms and dragged me off the table, pulling me up the stairs to the kitchen.

After allowing me to quench my thirst, you directed me by the small of my back, down the hall and into the bathroom off the master suite where you pushed me into the shower. “Master please,” I begged, “I need to use the washroom.”

You just laughed under your breath as you commanded me to stand still and await your return. I did as you asked, crossing my legs in pure desperation, trying not to release my waste right there.

I groaned audibly when you returned with leather wrist straps, which you securely fastened to each of my wrists and then to the hooks that hung from each of the shower heads in the master bathroom, one on each side of the shower. “I’ll be right back, slave,” you threatened as you turned the shower on so that the warm water began to rain down on me.<o></o>

The moment you turned your back to leave the room, I took advantage of the situation, and despite my embarrassment at having to do so, I let go and with relief, peed all over myself thankful at least that the shower would wash some of it away. I turned my face towards the spray of water and shook my head back and forth, hoping that the water would wash off some of the cum that was still dried to my cheeks. I even leaned forward as much as I could and strained as hard as I could, hoping to dislodge the medium sized butt plug out of my ass but that was to no avail.<o></o>

I didn’t have to wait long though for you returned shortly carrying the large sized plug, all lubed up and the spreader bar, which you immediately re-fastened to my ankles, holding my legs open wide. With a wicked grin, you took one of the massaging shower heads from its holder and adjusted the spray to pulse as you held it out and aimed it directly at me. <o></o>

Running through the same list of apparent monstrosities that I had committed, as you had previously, you assaulted my body with the spray. “For leaving work early,” you commented and sprayed me directly in the face, leaving me sputtering. “For going shopping without permission,” you moved the spray to my left breast and brought it closer so that the spray needled hardly on my nipple. On and on you went, focussing on different areas of my body each time until I thought I would go mad. Of course, the worst was yet to come. “And finally,” you stated casually, “for disrespecting me enough to make me punish you….” Your voice trailed off as you aimed the spray directly between my legs, moving forward and back to increase the pressure, you massaged my clit, instantly bringing it back to life as I moaned in pure appreciation.<o></o>

You continued to play with the water on my clit as I became more and more aroused, moaning and biting my bottom lip as I tried not to let my body betray what I was feeling. “oh Master,” I whispered breathily as my excitement built, “ohhhh yessss….please Sir, please may I cum?” You smiled at me, almost tenderly as you leaned in and kissed me so deeply that it weakened my knees. At the same time, you brought the shower head into full contact with my pussy and rubbed it along gently along my lips, bringing it to rest directly on my clit as you pulled your mouth away from mine to whisper, “No.”

I cried out in despair as you took the showerhead away and reattached it to the wall, leaving me hanging, yet again. Frustrated beyond all reason, I started to cry quietly, big tears rolling down my face to mix with the shower. I watched you with sad eyes as you undressed and stepped into the shower with me. I never tired of looking at your solid chest and defined ab muscles and despite my uncomfort and despair, I smiled at you, even in this state thinking to myself how lucky I was to have such a handsome man to own me.

Reaching around me you grabbed the face cloth and soap and slowly began soaping my body. Gently you released the nipple clamps and I breathed a sigh of relief. You washed the dried cum off my face even as you leaned in to kiss me deeply again. You even took the time to wash and condition my hair as I stood there, confined by the wrist restraints and spreader bar. Picking up the wash cloth again, you slowly wipe it down my body taking special care not to touch that very part of me that I want you to touch the most. My clit was throbbing and begging for attention, but you ignore it and wash yourself. I watched hungrily as you soaped yourself and rinsed off.

Abruptly, you turned the shower off and stepped out, drying off. I shivered with the warmth of the shower gone and my nipples hardened once again at the chill in the air. Coming into the shower you release first one of my arms and then the other, only to clasp the rings of the wrist cuffs together behind my back immediately. You lift me with ease and carry me into our bedroom where you stand me in front of the bed. Moving to the dresser, you pick up my brush and bring it back with you while you settle yourself, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Kneel,” comes your quiet command and I struggle to kneel down with my legs still spread by the spreader bar and without the use of my hands. As I settle down without incident, you slowly reach out and gently begin brushing my hair

Glancing at the clock, I am surprised to see that is already mid- morning and that obviously, I had slept through the night despite my uncomfort. Taking a deep breath, I try to apologize. “Master,” I begin, “please forgive me for acting without your knowledge….it was…”

“Hush!” you command “or I will be forced to gag you.” You continue brushing my hair as I bite my tongue not to speak up anymore. Sitting in the silence, I allowed myself to concentrate on your gentle strokes of the brush and lulled myself into a daydream where you were no longer mad at me and we were cuddling on the bed after a long, slow and romantic session of love making. I sigh quietly.

Your voice broke into my daydream as you told me about your plans for the day. “When I am done here slave, you will serve me coffee and breakfast in the dining room and then clean up. You will clean the house today, particularly the playroom and the games room as we will be entertaining this evening. When that is done, you will go back to the kitchen and prepare enough appetizers for me and 4 or 5 guests. When all of that is done, you will come and find me for further instruction. Do you understand me, slut?”

I look up at you and whisper, “yes Master.”

“Good” was your only comment. Taking a handful of my hair you pulled me in closely to you so your cock was infront of my face, “but before we start….” You hint and it is all I need. I leaned in and flickered at your cock with my tongue, slowly bringing it to life before taking it in my mouth and sucking it deep into my throat. As I lather your long prick with my tongue, you used the brush to reheat my ass, raining down smack after smack, not hard but repetitive enough to start the stinging all over again and make my ass cheeks glow a bright pink once more.

I grunt in pain as I sucked your cock for all I was worth, licking up and down the sides, swirling my tongue around the head and deep-throating you as far as I could without gagging. Blissfully, the spanking stopped as you approached your climax. Recognizing the signs, and knowing you preferred to blow your load into my face, I opened my mouth and lifted my head away from you slightly to receive your seed. But you had different plans this time as you grabbed another handful of hair and forced my mouth back onto you, exploding deep within my throat. “Swallow it all bitch,” you grunted as you shoved your cock deep into my throat. I sputtered and choked as I swallowed your unexpected load. “I can’t have my slave dirty for the evening’s entertainment, now can I?” you asked as you pulled yourself from my mouth. I gulped down your load and shook my head, swallowing before being able to answer, “No Master.”

“Good girl,” came your praise as your hand stroked my hair back from my face. You stood up from the bed, lifting me with you as you did so. “And now,” you spoke quietly, “you will carry out the instructions that I have given you. Remember slut, that you do not have permission to touch yourself, so do not even think about it. I expect you to behave even though I will not be watching you. Do you understand?”

“Yes Master,” I said with conviction, “I understand and I will not disappoint you.”

[orchid]

“See to it that you don’t,” came your only remark as you reached behind me and unclasped my wrists from each other and removed each wrist cuff. Bending down, you released my feet from the spreader bar. I moved to bring my feet closer together so that I could leave the room and head for the kitchen, but your hands on my thighs stopped me.

Immediately I began to tremble in anticipation as I felt your warm breath between my legs. “And just to keep you ready,” you whispered, leaning in closer to me, your tongue snaked out of your mouth and traced a feathery line along my pussy lips. I shuddered and thrust my hips forward to meet you, running my fingers through your hair, urging you closer. You reached your hand around behind me and smacked me hard on the ass, causing me to yelp with pain and jump back. “Don’t push your luck, slave,” you growled. “Stand still, hands at your side.”

I stood still immediately and dropped my hands to my side, clasping my thighs to keep them from moving. I exhaled in a sigh as you stood and moved away from me to the dresser. I didn’t dare move and stood still until you returned to kneel, once again, in front of me. Your tongue flickered again at my clit, pressing against it and alternating between little nips of your teeth as my clit hardened and stood at attention. “That’s it, slut,” you praised as I heard a distinct clicking in your hand as you lifted it. “This will keep you in the perfect state all day,” you commented as you slipped the clitty clamp over my sensitive nub, and tightened it.

I groaned in pure ecstasy and pure frustration as you fastened the clip to me. Knowing I would not be permitted to touch myself brought on a fresh wave of tears as you stood to gather my leather collar from the dresser and re-attach it and my collar to me. “Come,” you ordered as you yanked on my collar and led me to the kitchen.

“Prepare me an omelette whore,” you snarled as you dropped my leash and immediately exited the kitchen. Feeling deflated at your apparent lack of caring, I sighed deeply and opened the fridge, gathering the ingredients for you omelette. Shortly thereafter, I picked up two plates, dished up with omelette and garnished with a small bowl of yogurt as well as several slices of fresh cut fruit. Squaring my shoulders and throwing them back to display my breasts to their best advantage, I carefully made my way to the dining room table. “Master,” I called in a sing-song voice as I carefully placed both plates on the table and sat down in my regular chair, “breakfast is ready, Sir.”

I smile at you, expectantly, as you enter the dining room, but seeing me sitting at the table, you scowl. Without saying a word you sit down, reach out and pick up my plate, placing it on the floor beside you. I let out a breath and hung my head, knowing what was to come. I sat silently as you picked up your fork to sample the breakfast I had prepared. “Are you hungry?” I risked a look straight into your eyes as I whispered in answer, “yes Master.”

Like lightening, your arm flashed out and your hand grabbed a handful of my hair, yanking hard and pulling me off balance from the chair I sat in. I fell to the floor at your feet, my knee smashing into the plate that held my breakfast…the one you had placed on the floor earlier. I landed with an undignified gasp of shock and tried, unsuccessfully to get up again. As I pushed my hands to floor to leverage myself to rise, your hand pushed equally as hard on my back between my shoulder blades to keep me on the floor.

Unaccustomed to this feeling, I found myself laughing with disbelief. Thinking you were joking, I scoffed, laughing, “let me up!”

Your hand pushed roughly on my back, forcing my face into the plate on the floor. “I would suggest slave,” you stated clearly and concisely, “that if you are hungry, you take advantage of this time to nourish yourself. It may not come again,” you warned ominously.

Shocked, I lifted my head to look at you questioningly. Never once, in all the years that I had been your slave, had you ever denied me the simple right to eat at the table with you. You did not say a word, simply pointed at the plate with one hand as you carried on eating, reminding me once again, “the chance to nourish yourself may not come again soon, slut,”

Shuddering and feeling a new chill creep into my bones, I looked down at the plate in front of me and then back at you. Realizing that you had nothing more to say, I looked back at the plate again, and ashamedly reached out to take a small piece of the omelette in one hand. As my hand neared my mouth, yours swooped down to smack the food back onto the plate. “No hands,” was all you growled.

Swallowing deeply as I resigned myself to my new fate, I lowered my head to the plate, trying to take a small bite of the food that was quickly growing cold. In doing so, my ass was thrust high the air and as we took a bite in unison, your free hand smacked down hard on my ass cheek, reminding me, as if I needed it, that I was being punished. I cringed as my ass cheek stung and I struggled not to gag as the now cold omelette slid down my throat. “Eat up, pet,” you encouraged, “it will be all you get this day.” As your final warning kicked in, I leaned forward once more, and bit into my cold, but nourishing breakfast. Gagging down the cold eggs, I swallowed as much as I could and then, defeated, laid my head on the carpet beside your feet, awaiting your command to clean.

In an unexpected moment of tenderness, your hand reached down to stroke my hair as you gazed upon me, resting at your feet. Reaching back to the table, you grabbed your coffee and lowered the cup to me, “have some pet,” you whispered gently, and I reached up to take the mug from your hand. Recognizing my intention, you withdrew the offer, pulling back, until I realized that my hands once again would not be permitted. Looking up at you with soft eyes, I leaned forward with my tongue extended and began to lap carefully at the coffee you offered. “That’s it, kitten,” you whispered, and watched me for a moment, with loving eyes.

Suddenly, the moment broken, you pushed yourself away from the table and stood. “Get to work, slave” you commanded, “and don’t even think about touching yourself,” came your final comment as you left the room, and left me to carry out your orders from earlier.

Knowing that you would settle for nothing less, I scurried around cleaning up from breakfast and then set to work making some snacks for the guests that would be coming over this evening. I had no idea who you had invited, but I knew that it did not matter and that your expectation would be that I put together a good array of different foods so that everyone would find something they would like.

My clit, still clipped, throbbed in exquisite torture each time I took a step, keeping me aroused and frustrated. I was so tempted to reach down and relieve myself and I considered it lengthily, listening carefully to determine where in the house you were and watching to see if you appeared. I couldn’t hear anything that would indicate where you were, nor had I seen you since you left the breakfast table. Finally, I could stand it no longer, and slowly I reached my hand down my stomach, my fingers stretched out as I moved them closer and closer. Biting my bottom lip and glancing around furtively, I let my middle finger tap lightly on my engorged clit. Ohhh, it felt so good. Whimpering, and summoning every ounce of self-control I had ever had, I tore my finger away as my eyes welled up with tears of frustration and longing.

After washing my hands, I continued preparing the snacks for tonight. Glancing at the clock as I finished the clean up, I was surprised to see it was already early afternoon and I knew I had better hurry and get the rest of the cleaning done. I had no idea what time to expect people to arrive. I rushed through the house quickly, straightening each room as I went so that no matter where you chose to entertain, it wouldn’t matter. I took special care in the games room and in the play room as you had requested. Assuming that you and I would be spending another evening in the play room after the departure of your guests, I again laid out all your favorite items, hoping you would be pleased. With a final glance around, I nodded to myself and stepped out of the play room, pulling the door closed behind me.

“Master?” I called out as I climbed the stairs. “Master, where are you?” I walked from room to room, peeking in to find you but was not having any luck. As I entered the bedroom and crossed to the bathroom, you came up behind me suddenly and unexpectedly. You reached around me from behind and grabbed my breasts roughly, pinching my nipples tightly as you leaned into my neck and nipped at my shoulder. I grew wet immediately and as I turned my head to look at you, you dove in to cover my mouth in a ruthlessly demanding kiss.

[orchid]

Dragging yourself from my mouth, you place your hands on my shoulders and apply a firm pressure that indicates I am to lower myself to the ground. As I lower myself to my hands and knees with my ass still towards you, you grab the butt plug and pull it out only to replace it immediately with your rock hard cock. Your hands grab each of my shoulders, holding me still as you piston into my ass, hard and fast. My cries of passion, pleasure and pain fill the air as you savagely plunder my asshole. Within minutes, I gasp as I feel your cock spasm and you fill my ass with your load. Still holding me in place with one hand, you reach up onto the bathroom counter with your other hand and grab the large butt plug, which you had left there earlier. You slip your cock out of me and ask, “Are you ready for the evening, slave?”

“Yes Master,” I answer immediately, even though I have no idea what the night will bring.

“Good,” comes your reply as you insert the large butt plug into my ravaged hole and push hard. I cried out and tried to crawl away as my asshole was brutally stretched to take it in. But your hand on my shoulder stopped me from being able to move and with another firm shove, you slid the plug into place. “That will help ensure you stay that way,” you comment as your hand moves from my shoulder to my hair and grabs a handful. You yank my head back as your other hand firmly spanks down on first one ass cheek and then the other, giving me two hard swats before you release me and push yourself up and away from me.

“Stay,” you command as you stand and begin moving about the room. My only movement is that of my head as I let it drop to hang down. I quietly clench and unclench my ass muscles, trying to get used to the sheer size of the latest plug and I am silently thankful that this is the largest one for surely I would split in half if there was another. Comfort is not forthcoming however, and I find myself whimpering uneasily. My whole lower body felt like it was on fire. My ass cheeks are burning hot from being spanked so much this weekend. My clit is throbbing and begging for release and my ass is stretched to its max and tightly plugged.

“Stand up slave and come over here,” you ordered a few minutes later. I got up and struggled to walk normally over to where you were standing next to the nightstand. I could hear you chuckling quietly as I half walked, half waddled over to you. I flashed you a miserable glance as I stopped in front of you and then lowered my eyes once more, waiting dismally for whatever was to come next.

You took one of my wrists in your hand and fastened the leather cuff with the ring on it tightly. Taking my other wrist you do the same. “The guests will be here soon, slave,” you begin and my head whipped up and I looked at you with shock apparent in my eyes.

“But Master,” I began…

“Hush!” you bark out at me, and then continue, “Yes, your thoughts are right, slave. This evening you will be part of the entertainment. And I expect you to treat my guests with the same respect and obedience that you have for me. Do I make myself clear?”

The shock in my eyes changed to disbelief and then anger before they finally welled up with tears as I accepted my fate. “Yes Master,” I whispered quietly, my shoulder shaking as I sobbed quietly.

You continued as you knelt before me to attach the same leather cuffs to each of my ankles, “I will not allow anything to happen to you, slave. I will be with you at all times. Do you trust me?” you asked and I nodded immediately. “Good,” you whisper as you stand again and begin to fasten my leather collar and D-ring around my neck. “But make no mistake about it, slave…this evening you will serve my guests and I in any way that I approve of. You will not question or hesitate at any time once I have given my approval. Make me proud, slave.”

You stepped back to survey your work and nodded, pleased with my attire of nothing but my collar and cuffs. Taking me by the hand, you led me to the jewellery box on the dresser and dug out my jewelled nipple rings. Bending into my breasts you flickered your tongue over each nipple in turn, causing them to stand at attention. “Beautiful,” you muttered as you slipped the nipple ring over each extended bud, giving them the appearance of being pierced even though they were not. The jewels hung down on sparkling silver chains and glittered attractively in the light. Next you took the matching clit jewels. You looked me straight in the eye as you reached down and gently smacked my clit with your hand. “How does that feel baby?” you asked teasingly as I moaned and tried to grind myself into your hand.

“Oh Master,” I struggled to find the right words, “please….”

“Please what, slave?” you continued teasing as you released the clit clamp I had been wearing all day.

“Please,” I whimpered, “please….touch me, Master. Please make me cum.”

“Not yet, slave” you answered and again knelt before me. I cried openly and begged you again, “Oh please Master…I am going crazy with desire…please make me cum, Sir, please…”

You snapped the jewelled clit clamp into place and lightly kissed just above my pubic bone. “Nope,” was all you said as you stood up.

Running your fingers through your hair, you looked me over and smiled. As you walked to the closet and began getting dressed you issued your next orders. “Pile your hair loosely on your head, slave, and leave some of those curly strands hanging down…you know how I like it. Stop crying now, my dear, I won’t have my slave being presented with swollen red eyes. Make up your face as you would for an evening out. Go, now” you finished as you pulled your sweater over your head and reached down to zip your jeans. “Meet me in the games room when you are done.”

I swallowed hard as I watched you leave the room and with a sigh, I turned and walked into the bathroom. I splashed some cold water on my face and put some eye drops in to erase the signs of my tears and set to work on my hair and make up. When I was pleased with the result and certain that no sign of my tears remained, I took a deep breath and exited the room, heading for the games room to find you.

I found you sitting on the couch, relaxing with a drink in your hand. The bar lights had been turned on and you had glasses set out, along with several bottles and mix ready to go. The ice bucket was full and everything looked to be in order. You looked up as I entered the room and nodded, apparently pleased with my appearance. I stood quietly waiting. You didn’t say anything and turned your attention back to the hockey game on TV. After a few minutes, you looked at your watch and smiled widely as you stood up and turned towards me, extending your hand.

I stepped forward and placed my hand in yours, as you led me out of the room and into the main hallway. As we drew near the front door, you opened the closet in the hallway and gently pushed me into it. I noticed as I stepped into it that you had cleaned everything out of it except for a few hangers, which I supposed would be for your guests coats. “Turn around and face me, slave” you said gently as I entered the closet.

[orchid]

I turned and looked at you, slightly puzzled but not for long. “Spread your legs,” you said and I did so immediately. You got down and in the corner of the closet, lifted the corner of the carpet to reveal a small hook and clasp in the floor. You had obviously installed this without my knowledge and I shivered involuntarily as I realized you had a premeditated plan for this entire evening. You opened the clip and fastened it to the ring in my ankle cuff and then moved to my other leg to do the same. “Wider,” you commanded when the clip did not quite reach. I complied. Standing, you took my one hand a lifted it high above my head, fastening my wrist cuff to a hook that you had installed in the ceiling, and then repeating that to my other wrist. Tugging gently, you nodded, satisfied that I was secured and then stepped out of the closet. “Keep quiet, slave” came your final comment as you started to close the closet doors. “I do not want to have to gag you,” you threatened, “and I expect your mouth to be very busy tonight.” You winked at me and shut the closet door tightly, leaving me bound inside and in the darkness. I struggled to breathe normally as my mind raced with endless possibilities of what this evening would bring.

A few moments later, I heard a vehicle pull into the driveway and amidst slamming doors, I heard several muffled voices and laughter as people approached the door. The doorbell rang and I heard your cheerful greeting as you swung the door open to greet your guests.

I strained to listen carefully, trying to recognize any voices that might give me a clue who I would apparently be entertaining this evening and I thought I may have recognized a couple of them but there was so many conversations and so much laughter going on at once that I couldn’t be sure. And then, suddenly, I heard your voice ring out above the rest. “Welcome to what I am sure will be a most memorable evening!” you began and the chatter quieted down. You continued, “As I have alluded to all of you, I have a special project with which I need your help this evening….” Your voice trailed off as I made out snickers and outright chuckles. When the laughter faded once more, you carried on, “it seems my wife has been misbehaving as of late and I have had to arrange a weekend of punishment to remind her of her place in my home. I am looking forward to your assistance with this project. This evening she will serve us in just about any way you desire but she is not permitted to cum. You may do whatever you wish to her as long as she does not reach orgasm. I will offer her to each of you in return throughout the night and in the meantime, she will serve us food and drinks.”

I swallowed nervously as I listened to your speech through the closet doors and the murmurs of agreement and approval from the guests still gathered in the front entry. I heard two sharp claps before your voice boomed out once more, “This evening she is not my wife, she is my slave….and yours. And now, without further ado, I present to you, my orchid.” And with that, I heard the closet doors opening and I felt a blush creep up my neck to color my face as I hung there, on display for your guests. You reached your hand into the closet and gently lifted my chin, forcing me to look up and see the guests for the first time. I glanced slowly from one face to the next reciting their names in my mind, Paul your buddy from ball, Mark and Janelle from your firm, Ellen the executive chef from one of your favorite restaurants and I realized with complete mortification, Jim my boss! I had no idea that most of these people had any idea about our relationship. Paul, sure, he had witnessed your complete domination over me on many occasions. I was bewildered to think that these people had known this about me all along, especially my boss. I fidgeted uncomfortably.

“Isn’t she exquisite,” commented Ellen. “May I?” she asked as she looked at you for approval. Upon your nod, she stepped forward and ran her hands slowly up my thighs as she leaned in and breathed quietly in my ear, “you’re gorgeous, darling” and then I felt a quick flick of her tongue along my neck before she stepped back out of the closet again.

“Paul, can you lead everyone into the games room please?” you asked as you reached into the closet and unfastened one of my ankles from its restraint.

“Sure thing Buddy,” Paul answered and led the guests away as you methodically freed me from the closet.

“Be a good girl tonight,” you warned quietly as you led me out of the closet and towards the games room. “Remember what I explained to you and do not forget that I will not let anything bad happen to you, pet.” You stopped just outside of the entry to the games room and lifted my chin so that I was looking into your eyes. “Remember that OK?” you asked and I nodded quickly. “Good girl,” you said and gently smacked my ass as you pushed me through the door into the room.

[orchid]

I slowly walked into the room and stood off to one side as you entered, smiling widely at your guests. Everyone had already found a seat and seemed to have made themselves at home. “Serve them,” you ordered as you glanced my way and then went over to talk to Paul. I slowly made my way around the room, asking what everyone would like to drink. As I made my way around, I was treated to a pinch here and a little slap there and my face flushed full on red with embarrassment as I turned to walk away from Jim, my boss, and he reached down and deftly cupped my pussy with his hand, slipping one of his fingers into me.

I scurried to the bar to mix the drinks that had been requested and then delivered them, one at a time, keeping my eyes averted from everyone. When I finished that, I went into the kitchen to warm up the food. I was somewhat surprised when I re-entered the room about 45 minutes later, to see that Mark and Janelle had obviously gotten the party started in the time I had been gone. Janelle had her shirt off and was leaned up against the side of the pool table with her head tossed back in passion as Mark nuzzled her full breasts in full view of the rest of the room.

“Ahhh, there she is,” you announced when you spotted me with the tray of food. “Put that down on the table and come over here.” I did as you asked, stopping to stand by your side. You called Paul and Jim over to where we were standing and as they approached, you reached into your pocket and pulled out a quarter. “Call it in the air Jim,” you encouraged as you tossed the coin into the air, caught it and slapped it onto your arm, hiding it under your hand and waiting. “Heads,” called Jim and you lifted your hand. “Sorry Jim, its tails this time,” you informed him and then turned to Paul and flashed him a wicked smile.

You took me by the arm and directed me to face him as you asked, “And what would you like for calling that right my friend?” Paul smiled back and answered immediately by reaching down and unzipping his jeans. “How about a little head since it was so good to me in the coin toss,” he suggested laughing. You nodded and pressed down on my shoulders until I was kneeling in front of your friend. “Enjoy her,” you said to Paul and you patted me on the shoulders as you turned back and invited Jim to join you for a drink at the bar.

Taking your comments as your approval, I knew what I had to do. I knew that I would be punished more severely if I did not do what Paul had requested of me. Blushing furiously, I leaned slowly into Paul and took his cock into my hands, pulling it softly as it hardened to my touch. “No hands,” he stated clearly and loud enough to draw Ellen’s attention away from the show that Mark and Janelle were putting on. She came over and knelt down behind me, taking my arms and holding them behind my back. I slowly opened my mouth and flickered my tongue out, lapping at Paul’s head, slowly licking all around it. Paul’s hands tangled into my hair and pulled me forward so that he thrust his entire length deep into my throat and he moaned in appreciation. Ellen continued to hold my wrists together and she leaned into me and began to kiss my neck and nibble at me ears in between whispering comments and questions to both Paul and to me.

“Oh Paul, look how deep she takes you. Does it feel good, darling?” she purred as he continued to moan and hold my mouth deep on his rigid cock. Grabbing a handful of my hair, he moved my head back and forth along his length. Suddenly I heard your voice beside me, “Look up at him orchid,” you ordered, “watch what you are doing to him.” Obediently, I opened my eyes and looked up at Paul as I continued to suck his cock. He let go of my hair, his hands falling limply at his sides as he smiled down at me through half closed eyes and commented crudely on how he was enjoying this. By now, Ellen had let go of me and was kneeling beside me, closely watching me. Mark and Janelle had momentarily stopped their own show to watch as well and Jim stood right beside me, beaming down at me and licking his lips. As I opened my mouth to again flick and lick at the tip of Paul’s head, I felt Mark’s hands go around my waist and lift until I was there on my hands and knees. Janelle and Ellen gleefully began spanking my ass, hard, making me cry out even as I took Paul into my mouth again. Their slaps thrust me forward onto his cock, pushing it deep into the back of my throat before it came back and almost out of mouth repeatedly. Tears welled up in my eyes, partially from the pain of the well administered spanking and partly from trying not to choke as Paul’s cock hammered into my throat. “Stop!” he shouted out suddenly and shocked, everyone in the room stood still, myself included. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I registered feeling thankful that the spanking had stopped. Before I was able to finish that thought, Paul took another handful of my hair and yanked my head back as he stepped forward. “Are you ready?” he asked and I opened my mouth as I looked up at him and tried to nod. With his free hand, he jerked himself to his finish and shot his load into my mouth and across my face, amidst hoots and cheers from the other guests.

I swallowed as he stepped away from me and slapped you on the back, “Thanks buddy,” he commented happily as he zipped himself back up, “she is good at that.” Everyone laughed and I flushed again, with renewed embarrassment. I didn’t have time to be embarrassed too long as almost immediately Janelle kneeled down infront of me and licked the rest of Paul’s cum off my face and then leaned into me, opening my mouth in a deep kiss. Mark didn’t need any more encouragement than that and quickly rid himself of his pants as he settled himself behind his wife and started fucking her doggy style as her tongue continued to invade my mouth. “Play with my wife,” Mark ordered me and I opened my eyes, seeking you out. You were sitting comfortably on the couch, your hand gently playing with one of Ellen’s breasts as her dress hung around her waist. Jim played with her other one as the three of you watched the show going on before you. You nodded at me and confirmed Mark’s command with your own, “Do it.”

I broke the kiss with Janelle and reached under her to cup her swaying breasts in my hands, feeling their weight as they rocked back and forth in time with Marks thrusts. Despite my initial embarrassment, I was highly turned on by everything that was happening. Sure, you had shared me before, once with one of your other buddies and once with an old college girlfriend who had come to town to visit. And yes, you had commanded me to perform oral sex on you infront of Paul and his ex-girlfriend on numerous occasions but never had there been so much of an orgy going on at once and I found myself liking it very much. Taking matters onto myself, I laid down on my back and wiggled under her, lifting myself on my elbows to take one of her breasts into my mouth and then the other. I worked her nipples with my tongue until they were hard as rocks and standing straight out. She was crying out loudly with each thrust of Mark’s cock and as he pounded into her, she used one hand to hold her balance and the other to repeatedly slap my breasts, alternating between them.

Suddenly Mark pulled out of her and shot his load up over her ass cheeks and back before he collapsed, momentarily exhausted on the floor. Janelle, not having reached orgasm yet, crawled forward until her pussy was above my mouth. “Eat me,” she cried out with passion, “eat me until I cum.” She lowered herself onto my mouth and began bucking against me as I moved my tongue in and out of her.

Such was the state of my arousal, and with my limited vantage point, I did not see you position yourself in front of her mouth and begin getting some head of your own. Jim took one of my hand from the floor and brought it to his throbbing hard cock and I began to give him a hand job as I continued eating Janelle’s pussy. Ellen had crawled across the floor to Mark and was working on bringing his prick back to life, as she kneeled over him with her ass in the air which allowed Jim to finger her pussy. I felt Janelle convulsing on my face as she ground herself into me while her body shook violently. As she exploded in orgasm, her juices flooded out of her, coating my chin and face.

[orchid]

She climbed off of me carefully as you gently pushed her away from your cock. You walked on your knees until you were above my waist, and smiling down at me, you began to slowly stroke yourself so I could watch. “Are you enjoying yourself, slut?” you asked and I nodded, keeping my eyes on you as I continued to pull aggressively on Jim’s cock. “just not too much,” you teased in an almost sing-song voice and then reached out and took my other hand directing it to your cock. As I jerked off both you and Jim, Ellen had apparently grown weary of Jim fingering her cunt and she climbed over to me. With one knee on each side of my head, she leaned in to kiss you as she lowered herself over my mouth to be eaten.

Having both been satisfied already, Mark and Janelle moved to the couch and had some snacks while they watched. Ellen had brought Mark’s cock back to its previously hardened state and he idly played with himself to keep it that way.

Within moments Ellen was crying out with pleasure as she convulsed in a screaming orgasm. As she rolled off of my face, satisfied, you and Jim both exploded your own loads all over my chest and face. I was covered in cum and pussy juice and I was so turned on! As I reached out to grab your waist and draw you to me, you roughly grabbed my hands and yanked me into a sitting position as you backed away from me. “Oh no you don’t, slut,” you commented. “This little party is for you to pleasure everyone else, not the other way around,” you continued as you stood up, and pulled on my arms, urging me into a standing position as well. “Come” you commanded as you took both my wrists in one of your large hands and pulled me towards the doorway. With your free hand, you grabbed your beer. “Paul, bring everyone downstairs in five minutes,” you called over your shoulder as you yanked me from the room.

As soon as we were out of earshot of the room, you stopped me and pressed me up against the wall, kissing me so savagely that I whimpered as my knees began to buckle. Breaking the kiss, you looked deep into my eyes and let me know you were pleased, “You have made me proud so far, slave,” you whispered and I moaned, thrusting my hips forward, urging you to touch me. “But the night has only just begun. You look so wanton right now, slut. Do you want to play some more?”

I nodded immediately and answered, “Oh yes, Master, please. I want to play some more and make you proud.” Getting carried away with the emotion, I continued, “I want to cum for you Master….I want to cum”

Nodding, you stepped away from the wall, pulling me after you. “Soon, slave,” you promised. “Soon you will be suitably punished for your discretions and I will see to it that you get the release you crave.” Overcome with relief, I cried out, “Oh thank you Master, thank you.”

You pulled me down the stairs and I froze in confusion as you opened the door of the playroom. “Come along,” you commanded as you yanked hard on my arm, “You’re not done yet.” You led me through the room to the far end and to the adjustable St. Andrews Cross. You turned me around and backed me into it, fastening first one arm and then the other, before bending to fasten one ankle and then the other into it. As you stepped back, you took a long swig of your beer and stood before me, naked, admiring my cum-covered body. “You look good covered in cum like that, slave,” you said, looking deep into my eyes. “You look suitably used….for now….” Your voice trailed off into quiet laughter as the door to the playroom opened and Paul led the rest of the crew in. Paul knew this room well as he had helped you construct many of the implements that it contained.

“Welcome to the Dungeon, eh pal?” Paul commented, laughing as the others spread out and commented on the room. Janelle approached me immediately and leaned in to give me a deep kiss. As she stepped away, Ellen took her turn, slapping each of my breasts in turn as she stepped away.

You picked up the small riding crop and approached me with a smile. “Look at her,” you encouraged your guests. “Look at my slut. See how turned on she is?” you asked as you held the crop out, pointing towards my engorged clit and leaking pussy. With a quick flick of your wrist, the riding crop landed squarely on my clit, stinging it with pain and pleasure, and I cried out. The guests smiled and laughed and made crude comments. Again you brought the crop towards me, this time, straight up between my legs to land with a resounding smack, on my open pussy lips. I moaned and turned my head into my arm. You alternated slapping the crop against my pussy lips, my clit and my breasts for a few more minutes, talking dirty to me as you did. I was so caught up in what you were doing, it was almost as if no one else was in the room. I whimpered with longing and strained against my restraints, hoping it would draw you to me.