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Weekend invitation 1
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A Weekend Invitation Part 1
By: Dameon Ainsworth
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Chapter 1 - Dean's Story - An Invitation for Dinner
It was in today's mail. A lustrous card with gild edging. An invitation.
"Dinner at the Smythe-Arnold's, Friday 6 PM", with an address in one of the
more ritzy parts of town.
"Who are the Smythe-Arnold's, Karen dear?", I inquired of my wife.
"I don't know Dean. I thought they were friends of yours."
The bottom of the invitation was missing the usual RSVP but did mention that
this was a three day event and that all overnight requirements would be
provided.
After much discussion, we decided to attend. Mostly to satisfy our burning
curiosity if nothing else.
Karen and I have been married for fifteen years, and while our life is
somewhat interesting, a little bit of excitement or something out of the
ordinary was welcome. Our sex lives have however become routine.
In spite of my attempts to try some new things, Karen is very conservative in
what she will accept in our sexual activities. Two or three standard
positions and only vaginal sex. On an occasion she will make me come with
her hand.
We only have sex in bed, with the lights out and only in the evening. I
questioned her about other positions, and things, but she was unable to
overcome her mother's belief that sex was dirty and a sin and only to be
tolerated to keep a husband satisfied.
Any suggestion of oral sex was met with mortification.
Karen still has a fine body with large firm breasts, curved hips and shapely
legs. Her big green eyes and light brown hair accent the still attractive
face with her pert nose and full lips. Her style of clothing unfortunately
also reflects her mother's values and is designed to hide rather than
accentuate her figure.
Rarely does she wear lipstick or makeup, and very rarely any nail polish.
High heel shoes to Karen mean about one inch heels.
I an still fairly fit and have not lost my physique. On many occasions I
have been tempted to follow some other wiggling ass to her home but have not
done so as generally Karen is a good person and wife whom I still love and
would not like to hurt.
What all this has to do with the strange invitation for Friday. Nothing that
I'm aware of. And what is the invitation all about and who did send it. I
don't know that either. I guess we'll all find out on Friday.
Chapter 2 - Dean's Story - Friday Evening Arrival
At 5:45 on Friday evening, I turned the car into the beginnings of a long
driveway leading up to an old stone mansion built around the turn of the
century. Off to the right of the main entrance, there was a small car park
already accommodating four other vehicles.
We drove up to the front of the mansion where a young man in green livery
relieved us of our automobile keys, indicating that he would look after
parking it for us. He then open the front door and said that we should enter
the library to the right.
The library was a magnificent room. Finely polished wood surrounded the
cases of books. Many comfortable looking chairs occupied the room, as well
as several smaller writing desks. Eight of the chairs were occupied.
Four other couples had found a place to wait. Standing in the room was a
butler type person, passing around a beverage which could have been
champagne.
"Welcome Mr. and Mrs. Granger," he announced as he noticed us at the door,
"Please come in and be seated for a few minutes before dinner."
As we walked toward two empty chairs, I noticed that no one was talking very
much. It was as if everyone in the room was a stranger.
"Hello, I'm Dean Granger", I introduced myself to the fellow seated in the
chair beside me.
"Alan Sinclair, pleased to meet your. Are you a friend of the
Smythe-Arnold's", he asked.
"Honestly, I don't recall ever meeting anyone with that name, are you?"
"Why no. This is a total mystery to me."
Suddenly the room erupted with conversation. It seems that no-one knew the
hosts and except for their partners, knew no-one else in the room either.
Another couple was announced over the babble, followed by the indication that
dinner was now served.
Under questioning, the butler type provided absolutely no further information
except to say that dinner was where it was gong to be at.
Chapter 3 - Dean's Story - Dinner Is Served
The dining room was long enough to accommodate a bowing alley. The table
situated in the centre was set for six places along each side and one at each
end. At each place setting there was the usual plethora of glasses and
cutlery one expects at such a table and a place card with everyone's first
name on it.
"Please find your place and be seated. Do not switch places. And please do
not talk or fiddle with the cutlery", ordered the butler.
I found myself seated between a small blondish lady who was wearing a very
fragrant perfume and a low cut blouse, and a rather voluptuous redhead with
sparking hazel eyes and very seductive facial features. Karen was seated at
the far end of the table beside a gentleman who looked very dignified with a
handle bar mustache of all things.
As everyone was seated the doors at the other end of the dining hall opened.
The couple who walk through were obviously male and female. Beyond that
there was little else we could tell about them. They both wore black leather
masks which covered their heads, leaving slots for their eyes and nostrils.
Their mouths were uncovered.
The lady wore a tight black leather skirt and top with black stockings and
black very high heeled open toed shoes. Her top was tight against her form
which featured a twenty inch waist and rather obvious breasts. In contrast
was her blood red lipstick and matching nail polish.
The man was dressed similarly in black with leather pants and top. The pants
were tight fitting especially around the crotch. The ample bulge left little
to the imagination.
They sat at the empty seats at each end of the table.
"Welcome fellow diners. My name is not important. You may refer to me by
the title 'Lord'. My partner may be referred to as 'Lady'. This is the only
opportunity you will have for the next three days to leave. If you wish to
leave, please do so now. By staying at this time, you will have committed to
the activities of this weekend without regret."
I looked at Karen and at the other guests. No one seem ready to move.
Whether it was due to curiosity, embarrassment or what, I don't know. Karen
was avoiding my glance which I took to mean she wanted to stay. We stayed.
So did everyone else.
A few seconds of awkward silence was broken by our host.
"I'm glad to see that everyone is going to stay. I knew you all would,
that's why we invited you particular couples. Now before the first course,
we will find out who our partners will be for the weekend."
Karen looked at me with an absolutely shocked expression on her face. I sort
of almost giggled but managed to suppress the laugh and present a shocked
face back to her.
Our host continued, "First I would like all the men to place their left hands
in their laps and their right hands on the table in front of them. Ladies
please place your right hands in your lap and your left hands on the table."
After some thought as to which was right and left, everyone complied still
very confused as to what was going on.
"Now take hold of the persons hand beside yours and hold your arms straight
up."
We all tentatively took the hand of the person beside us. I found myself
holding the hand of the red head with the big tits. It felt warm and soft in
my grasp. Her perfume was subtly invading my senses. Karen was holding the
hand of Mr. Handlebar Mustache.
The butler quietly came up behind me and slipped a pair of locking bracelets,
not unlike handcuffs but wider and probably more comfortable, over my wrist
and that of the redhead. We were chained together with a four inch chain.
Everyone was coupled the same way.
"Congratulations, you have now met your partner.", continued our host,
"Somewhere in this house is the key for your wristbands. No two wristbands
use the same key. Its up to you to find the key if you wish to be undone.
Now we may eat."
The soup was a very excellent cold strawberry soup. Eating was proving to be
somewhat difficult as I was right handed and had now to use my left hand.
Other people I noticed were also having difficulty. Karen was trying to
ignore her partner and pretended he wasn't there.
My redhead introduced herself as Sue, and said she was having fun. It seems
that her husband across the table got upset if she talked to other men. Now
he couldn't do anything about it.
"How are we going to use the facilities if need be", inquired the blond to my
other side.
"That is up to you to figure out", responded our host.
"And where will we sleep", inquired another diner.
"You will be assigned appropriate facilities for the night later in the
evening", added our host.
I noticed that the hostess hadn't said a word as of yet.
Dinner progressed slowly. A light tossed salad was followed by a filet of
beef. The wine glasses were kept full by the ever present butler. Two young
ladies, smartly dressed in French maid's uniforms, provide the serving
functions. They seemed to know their job well as no instructions were ever
given that I could hear.
Sue and I were sharing the functions of our coupled hand to cut the meat and
eat with. I noticed that Karen and her partner were stoically ignoring each
other and trying to do everything with their single free hand.
After a sherbert dessert and small liqueur, I sat back and looked around the
table. Several of the new couples seemed to be getting along fairly well and
enjoying the situation. Others were obviously not. Some people were
squirming in their seats. They were holding out the best they could from a
trip to the toilet. Karen being one of them.
"Now that dinner has finished, would you all be good enough to retire back to
the library for further instructions', commanded our host.
Chapter 4 - Dean's Story - Going to Bed
The library had been rearranged and the single person seats replaced with six
small couches suitable for two. We all took a seat as we were instructed to
do so.
"You have all been invited here to share and experience with the person you
have been coupled with', explained our hostess as she spoke for the first
time.
"This experience is designed to provide you with something you wish for but
can't normally have, show that things can be different, and that its all
right to have what you want", she continued.
"Accommodation has been arranged for each of you designed specifically to
induce you towards your special experience. Its up to you to follow that
design. The key to your bracelet will be revealed to you as you move forward
in your experience. Jeeves will show each of you in turn to your rooms.
Everything you will need is already in your room. You will be in the dining
room at 8:30 AM in the morning for breakfast."
By some selection process not understood by me. Sue and I were the first to
be taken to our room. The room was on the second floor and was large enough
to house a football team, and all on the same bed which was off to one side.
The bed was enormous with a brass frame. It was covered with red and black
pillows, and a red comforter. A frilled canopy roofed over the bed. It
looked like it came out of an ad for a honeymoon suite at Niagara Falls.
Looking around the room we saw a large water filled spa on the other side and
the usual toilet appliances. A small bar finished off one corner and it
appeared to be well stocked. A TV and VCR with a camera on a tripod was
standing beside the bed.
"Ooow, Its marvelous", squealed Sue, "Is this just for us. I have to pee
pee".
"I guess we'll have to do it together since we fastened, won't we", added Sue
looking at me very coyly.
She was obviously enjoying herself immensely. I was having fun too.
"You'll have to help me take my pants off"
I pulled Sue's dress up and helped her remove a pair of very skimpy panties.
I couldn't help noticing a patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair of the same
colour as her head hair. The moistness on her panties did not escape my
notice either.
"Harry won't even come into the bathroom when I'm in it", Sue commented as
she sat on the toilet, "he's a real prude sometimes. Oh here it comes."
Sue tinkled into the toilet. I felt a stiffening in my pants at the sound.
Sue noticed.
"Oh, it seems to turn you on. Maybe you can have a closer look next time I
have to piddle. Why don't you wipe me dry with you hand?"
This was crazy. I've never done anything like this in my life. I ran my
hand between Sue's legs as she sat on the toilet and felt her wet pussy. I
was very hard by this time and feeling quite constrained.
Sue pulled my zipper down and sprung my ridged cock free of my underwear.
"Hmmm, it looks like it needs some attention", she cooed, and placed her lips
over the tip of my cock. Slowly my prick slipped inside her mouth until the
whole six inch shaft was buried inside that pretty mouth.
The sensation was incredible. I've wanted Karen to do this for years.
Sue slipped my cock in and out of her mouth several times. Her lipstick
colouring the shaft. I couldn't hold it and shot my cum down her throat. I
suddenly felt very embarrassed.
"SSorry", I stammered.
"What for? You enjoyed that and I enjoy eating cum."
I realized that she was right. I did enjoy having my cock sucked very much.
I also had to pee and told her so.
"I like to swallow other things besides cum, when I get the chance",
said Sue, " And with Harry I never get the chance anymore".
"Here, stand in front of me and let me know when the pee is coming."
With Sue still sitting on the toilet, by limpid cock was about level with her
chin.
"OK, here it comes", I announced.
Sue quickly placed the end of my cock into her mouth and accepted the piss as
it came out. By the time I was finished peeing, I was hard again. Sue
licked that last drop of pee off the tip and stood up. She leaned forward to
give me kiss, and as our mouths came together fed me a mouthful of my own
piss.
I sort of choked. My cock went soft. It actually tasted not too bad. I did
swallow most of it. Wow, this was all happening very fast.
"Did I surprise you? Here let me help you out of your pants Dean,' cooed Sue
as she bent over and undid my shoes laces.
With some help I managed to remove shoes, socks, and pants. My cock was
hanging out the slit of my jockey shorts looking quite forlorn.
"Oh the poor thing", giggled Sue. "Let's explore the room and then we'll see
what we can do for your poor dicky."
We looked in the closets. There were two huge closets. One had a blue door
and the other had a pink door. Behind the pink door we found an array of
feminine attire from shoes to gowns, miraculously all in Sue's size. We also
found some interesting looking leather, vinyl and rubber garments.
Behind the blue door we found the masculine attire. Again it was the correct
size for me. There was also some leather and rubber stuff. And also some
female type clothes. I was puzzling this out when Sue exclaimed, " I bet the
dress is your size too."
Now I was really beginning to wonder about what lay in store for this
weekend. We opened draws coloured in pink, blue and black. The pink draws
had the ladies stockings and underwear, the blue drawer contained the men's,
and ladies underwear, and the black held an array of adult toys ranging from
vibrators, dildos, creams and lotions, to whips and some wicked looking
clamps and things.
The drawers in the bathroom contained all the toiletries one could ever want
including a pair of scissors. We searched the rest of the room finding some
rope, hooks, but no key. Sue went back to one of the drawers and grabbed the
pair of scissors.
"What are you going to with those", I asked?
"Well the way I figure it, right now the only way we are going to get
undressed is to cut some of our clothes off since we haven't found any key."
Since we had a closets of new clothes of excellent quality, I shrugged my
shoulders and gave Sue the go ahead. She skillfully cut along the seams and
only where required for us to fully undress. Now all she had on was her bra
and I my underpants.
She handed me the scissors to do the honours of releasing her magnificent
boobs. I tried to undo the catch at he back but couldn't do it with one
hand. The scissors, however, made short work of the straps and her bra fell
away releasing her full firm breasts.
I couldn't keep my eyes off them. The nipples additionally were a huge
adornment to her large breasts. I bent over and gave them both a kiss.
"Oooh. I like that", purred Sue as she guided us to the bed.
Soon I was sucking on her tits like a new born babe. My cock was hard again.
I rolled on top of Sue. My cock slid into her hot wet pussy like it had
always belonged there. We fucked each other and came at the same time with a
scream from Sue and a groan from me.
We sort of fell apart and jerked to a stop as we were still chained together.
"Wow, was that great", I exclaimed.
"I enjoyed it too. It was so much more spontaneous than I'm used to ."
We lay, embraced, and kissed, on the bed for a while until Sue announced that
she would like a drink. Since we both had to go to the bar together, anyway
we both played bartender. In the fridge we found a bottle of champagne which
was our unanimous choice.
While we were at the bar, the TV and camera caught Sue's eye.
"How about making a home movie", she suggested. "Have you ever fucked on TV
before, Dean?"
"No I can't say I have."
Just the thought of it got my cock hard again.
We figured out how to put a tape in the VCR and turned on the TV and camera.
It was aimed at the bed already. We climbed onto the bed and turned to see
the TV and how we looked.
"There seems to be something wrong with the TV", exclaimed Sue!
Sure enough the bottom part of the picture was dark and fuzzy.
"Maybe the camera's out of whack", I added, "Lets go have a look at it."
We examined that camera and couldn't see anything wrong until Sue looked up
into the lens.
"There seems to be something in here."
I looked also and noticed that there seemed to be an extra lens screwed on
the front of the camera. I unscrewed the lens and found taped the inside of
the extra lens, the key.
Chapter 5 - Dean's Story - After the Key
"Wow, that was easy", exclaimed Sue!
We took the key and undid the bracelets, threw our arms around each other,
embraced, kissed and entwined our tongues. We seemed to go on forever, until
Sue remembered about the TV. She also remembered about the champagne.
"Just in case I never get a chance to do all this again", Sue started to say,
"I'm going to have you fuck me everywhere tonight."
"OK, sounds good. What do you mean by everywhere?"
"Oh, you know, mouth, pussy, tits, and ass. Do you thing you can manage it
all?"
I was a little shocked by suggestion of fucking Sue in the ass, but indicated
that I was ready to try whatever she desired.
She took a mouthful of champagne and kissed me with it. I was drinking
champagne from this luscious redhead's mouth and loving every minute of it.
I sort of briefly wondered what Karen was up to, and then forgot all about
it.
"Tastes better than piss, doesn't it Dean", queried Sue?
"It does indeed, but I think that I would like to taste your piss sometime
Sue."
"OK, how about now, I have to go again."
Sue stood with her legs apart and had me sit on the floor facing her. She
moved forward and fitted her pussy to my mouth.
"Here it comes, I don't want you to spill a single drop."
Her piss gushed out of her body. I caught a mouthful but it came too fast
and I couldn't swallow fast enough. It spilled out of my mouth and down my
chest. I also remembered how Sue had shared my pee with me so I made sure
that when she finished, I still had a mouthful.
Sue sat down beside me and was obviously expecting a gift. Our mouths met
and she eagerly drank her piss from my mouth.
Eventually our mouths parted.
"I've never dreamed of doing things like that", I said, "Where do you come up
with the ideas?"
"Oh, when I went to university, the sorority I joined was allied with a
fraternity. Their motto and goal in life was all sex and its variations.
Some of the members got into some very strange things even by my standards.
Maybe I'll tell you all about it someday. But for now, I need a good
fucking."
We climbed back onto the bed and I screwed her cunt for the next while. I
didn't realize I could stay hard for so long and come so often. She was
soaking wet between her legs. A wet pool had formed on the bed as well. I
collapsed after one particularly violent orgasm.
I woke up suddenly. Sue was sucking my cock.
"Hi sleepy head, you were all tuckered out so I let you fall asleep for a
little while. How about a dip in the pool."
We immersed ourselves in the hot water of the spa. It felt so good. I guess
I was a little worn out after our heavy exercise.
"Tell me more about your sorority, Sue", I asked?
"I will tell you a bit. The boys in the frat house were our personal sex
toys. To be a member they had to submit to our absolute control. And we had
a method of enforcing it too. Are you ready for some more sexercise now
Dean?"
I was feeling awake again and raring to go. Sue tossed me a towel and while
I dried off, she rummaged in one of the drawers. Coming back to the bed she
had a rubber bag and hose, a tube of slippery lube and a couple of rubber
cocks.
"One of the pleasures I learned about at school was ass fucking. But first
one has to be cleaned out. And just to be fair, we'll both clean out so we
can share the experience. I'll do you first so you can learn how to do it."
Sue took me over to the toilet and ordered me to bend over the seat. She
filled the rubber bag with warm water, rubbed lube over my ass, and slipped
the nozzle at the end of the tube from the bag of water into my ass hole.
"Now experience the feeling of being filled up in the behind."
At first I felt only the nozzle up my ass. Then a warm feeling as the water
flowed in. Soon there was pressure from the water and mild cramps.
"You are now full. I'll pull the nozzle out. Hold the water until I tell
you otherwise."
I felt like I had to shit real bad now. I had cramps and my bowels felt like
they would explode.
"Now sit on the toilet and release."
Ah, the pleasure of the release as the water and poo spewed out into the
bowel. I felt emptier than I remember feeling before.
"Now you can do me. I'll guide you through."
Sue had me test the water before I filled the bag. Then I lubed her small
pink button of an asshole and pushed the nozzle in. The water was released
and Sue moaned as it filled her butt, creating pressure and cramps. I
removed the nozzle and told her to hold it until I said OK.
Sue complied and after a few minutes I told her to sit on the toilet and
release.
Sue sighed with relief as her bowels purged themselves. I couldn't resist
and gave her a long passionate kiss on the mouth as she emptied into the
toilet.
We washed our bums in the bidet and returned back to the bed. I was
instructed to lay on my front and come onto my knees so my bum was in the
air. Sue knelt behind me. I felt a gently touch on my ass. It was her
tongue tantalizing my back hole. The touch got more pronounced and the
feeling became more intense. I felt her force the tip of her tongue in as far
it would go. I moaned softly in pleasure.
"I hear that you're ready now", said Sue.
Sue took the tube of slippery lube and squeezed some onto her finger. She
also squeezed a bit onto my anus. Slowly she slid her finger inside my
asshole. It felt better and better than her tongue. My muscle relaxed a bit
and she slid another finger in. Soon she had inserted three fingers in and
was massaging me from the inside. It was wonderful.
Next she lubed up a rubber dong and slowly press the head of it against my
ass.
"I'll get the real one', she said, "you'll have to make believe."
It began to hurt a bit as the dong was forced inside me and my ass stretched.
As more of the rubber entered my body, the feeling of pain subsided. The
pleasure returned. Sue moved the rubber cock in and out of my ass. She used
her other hand to fondle my balls and cock.
The sensations were getting to be intense. Just as I was about to shoot my
load, she stopped.
"No you don't. That's for me to have", she admonished, "You can cum in me
now."
She pulled the intruder out of my ass. I was instructed to go wipe the lube
off myself and come back to the bed.
Back at the bed Sue was on her front with her pretty bum in the air. I was
instructed to relax her anus using lube and my fingers like she did to me. I
remembered what she did first though and bent down with my tongue ready.
Slowly I licked up to her ass hole and then round and round the pink button.
Over and around the back entrance. I plunged my tongue inside her ass.
"Yes, yes fuck my ass now", she cried.
I lubed my fingers and inserted then one at a time. With three fingers in, I
could feel her pulse as the muscle fought being opened. Within a few
moments, the sphincter relaxed and I felt she must be ready.
I lathered my cock with lube and pressed it into her back hole. Sue yelped
as the head went in went in. It was the tightest place my cock had ever
been.
"Push it all the way in. Fuck my ass hard", cried Sue.
I was now pounding her tight hot ass as hard as I could.
Sue was screaming, "FUCK ME, FUCK ME YOU ASS FUCKER."
I orgasmed explosively. I felt like I pumped a gallon of jism into her. Sue
shrieked like a wild animal.
We fell apart spent again.
How many more times we fucked again that night I don't know. I violated
every inch of her body. Sue demanded it.
Suddenly a voice interrupted our orgy, some kind of intercom system.
"It is now eight AM. Breakfast is in one half hour. Do not be late.
Jeeves will lead you.
Sue and I had one final embrace and went to get ready. Showers, shaves,
fresh clothes and makeup for myself and Sue as appropriate.
I found a comfortable set of casual slacks, shirt with leather loafers in my
closet. Sue dressed in a low cut blouse and mini-skirt.
We went to the door and discovered it locked. It must have been locked all
night. I hadn't occurred to either of us to try it until now.
Jeeves knocked, a few minutes later. He opened the door and we followed him
down stairs. As in the evening before, we were the first to be led down.
Chapter 6 - Dean's Story - The Breakfast
Sue and I sat at the same places we were for dinner. Sue's hand kept
wandering up my leg and rubbing my crotch. I was hard again. The next
couple arrived.
They were still chained together wearing the same clothes they had on last
night. They both looked miserable and tired. Sue nudged me.
"That's my Harry", she whispered, "Doesn't he look awful?"
Sue giggled.
Harry gave her a look as he neared that table that said, "Wait till I get my
hands on you for getting me into this horrible mess."
The next couple came down smiling and holding hands. The lady was the blond
from my other side. They had their bracelets off and looked like they had
had a good night.
Mr. Handlebar Mustache was next on the stairs. Three paces behind him was my
wife. Their bracelets were also removed. He was dressed in severe black
leather pants and shirt outfit more suitable for a warden or pirate. He
carried a riding crop in is right hand.
Karen was subdued. Her eyes looked at the ground. She was dressed in high
heeled shoes, black stockings, a very tight leather mini-skirt, and a form
fitting corset like top which pushed her breasts up and just covered her
nipples. Around her neck was a black studded dog collar. She was fully made
up with dark red lipstick and matching nail polish.
They came over to the table. He stopped and nodded to Karen. She pulled his
chair out for him and he sat down. He nodded to her again and she sat down
herself, not looking anywhere except at the table top.
I was consumed with curiosity as what went on in their room last night. This
was exciting.
Following my wife and her warden, came another unhappy pair. Looking about as
disshreveled as Harry and his partner. Obviously hating each other as well
as the situation.
The last couple had managed to find their key also. However, he was dressed
as a little girl she as his nurse. Curioser and curioser.
And this was only the end of the first night.
Our hosts arrived dressed as they were at dinner and took their same places.
"Good morning all", welcomed our host, "I see that not all of us had a good
night."
"Well that is not too unusual. I see that some of you have already found the
more pleasurable parts of your experience and some of you have not. Things
will change. By the way, if you have any questions, save them for Monday
morning when we will be pleased to answer them all."
Breakfast was light and consisted on croissants, fruits, and several spreads.
After breakfast we were conducted back into the library for further
instructions or something. As we sat down, and some of us like Sue and
myself got comfortable, I looked towards Karen, my wife and began to wonder
what her experience had been like so far.
Chapter 7 - Karen's Story - A Hesitated Adventure
I didn't know what to expect, the invitation was so vague. I think I went
because Dean seemed so curious. I began having reservations when we entered
the library and found out that no-one knew the hosts. I don't mind a little
adventure but this was too mysterious already.
I was surprised that we were placed apart at dinner. My parents would never
have approved of a dinner party where a wife was separated from her husband.
I was seated at the end of one side of the table beside a very distinguished
looking man with a mustache. The place tag said that his name was Ken.
The appearance of the host and hostess was somewhat of a shock. I had of
course heard of people who dress like that but I never imagined I would be in
the same room as some of them. They looked like they been outcast by the
devil himself.
Thank-god that they gave us the opportunity to leave. I expected Dean to jump
right out of his seat and take us both home. When he didn't, I turned my
head away when he looked at me to hide the tears I felt might come at any
minute. They didn't and I was able to compose myself again, but it was too
late. We had already lost our opportunity to leave.
When I next found myself handcuffed to the man beside me, like some kind of
criminal, I though that I was going to be sick. I looked over to Dean for
some comfort and saw him relishing in his captivity by that shameless
redheaded hussy. I was stuck dumb and tried to ignore the man I was cuffed
to. Fortunately he ignored me to.
Eating dinner was difficult with one hand but I managed. I began to get
concerned when I felt the urges of nature begin to call with mild pressure in
my bladder. How was I going to relieve myself. I decided to ignore it, not
drink any more, and not go to the toilet.
By the time dinner ended I was feeling the urge to urinate very strongly. I
felt that I could hold out for while yet though, when we were moved back into
the library.
After a brief lecture from the people in black, Dean was led away with that
women. I almost cried again.
Chapter 8 - Karen's Story - An Wet Embarrassment
Two other couples were led away, then it was our turn. The butler led us up
to a room on the third floor. As he closed the door behind us, I saw a room
decorated in dark grays and blacks with a touch of red. It sort of reminded
me of an expensively decorated dungeon.
"Well here we are", said the man chained to my wrist. "What are we supposed
to do now."
I tuned to open the door so we could leave and found it locked with no way of
unlocking it from the inside. Suddenly the urge to urinate became
overwhelming. I almost collapsed with the resulting cramp.
"What was that all about", inquired the man?
"I I I have to use the toilet", I mumbled with embarrassment.
He began to move in the direction of the toilet when I stumbled. The sudden
movement released the contents of my bladder and I urinated in my underpants,
down my skirt and all over the man's pant leg and shoes.
He was furious. It was like a switch had turned on in him. He became a
different person. I was very scared.
"What do think you are doing woman", he demanded, "Where is your sense of
decency. How dare you soil my clothes."
And with that he pulled his hand back and gave me slap across the face. I
was stunned. Not that it hurt, it's just that no-one had ever slapped me
before.
"I think that an apology is in order women."
"I I'm sorry", I cried with tears streaming down my face.
I was absolutely humiliated, embarrassed, mortified, hurt, and scared all at
the same time.
He dragged me into the bathroom area and told me to wipe him off.
I found a towel and dried his pants and shoes as best I could.
He then said that he had to use the facilities. He ordered me to turn around
and stand with my back to him while he urinated. Even the sound of a man
peeing into the toilet is an affront to me and I was more miserable than
ever.
"Now that I have done my business, and you have obviously done yours, I think
we should teach you some manners. Lets see what we have to work with."
I was dragged around the room, still wearing my wet panties and skirt. He
hadn't even allow me the opportunity to dry my legs off.
There were two closets of clothes. Clothes in leather and other materials
were found in both. The clothes in the ladies closet ran from somewhat
austere to the sort of flamboyant stuff only a shameless lady of the night
would wear.
Behind the door of one cupboard was an assortment of paddles, whips and other
odd looking things I had never soon the likes of before. We found all kinds
of ropes, clamps, harnesses made out of metal, rubber and leather in drawers
and other places. There were straps, rings and hooks fastened to the walls.
Included in our findings were also all the toiletries we would ever need.
"Hmm. This place seems sensibly equipped", commented the man to himself.
"OK, we'll get started. You can call me Sir for now", he said.
"I will not", I answered indigently.
"We will see about that woman. Come to think about it only a slut would pee
on a man's shoes. I will call you Slut and you will answer. Do you
understand?"
"Fuck off", I exclaimed, shocking myself as I had never spoken those word
before in my entire life.
SLAP!
I was struck across the face again by his hand. This time it was harder and
it hurt.
"You don't say a word unless I request it. And just so you know this is what
you get each time you forget that."
And he slapped my face again. My cheek was sore and I was crying again.
"And I hate wimpy sluts who cry so you will stop now or get more reminders."
I stopped sobbing as best I could wondering what was going on here. I though
of hollering for help but was too frightened of getting hit again that I
didn't.
"Since you are a slut you need to look like as slut. Take off your skirt."
"I will n..."
SLAP!
"Do as I order quickly."
I undid the zip at the side of my skirt with my free hand and let the wet
cloth drop to the floor. I stepped out of it. He examined my exposed body
like someone inspecting a piece of meat at the supermarket.
I was standing in my underpants and kneehigh stockings.
"The body is quite nice now that I can some of it. Your underwear looks like
it was rejected by the old matrons home and will have to come off too. Right
now slut."
I hesitated and received another slap.
I pushed the wet underwear down my legs trying to hide my privates at the
same time. I don't even let Dean see me this way in the light.
"That's better. Now those ugly leg coverings."
I removed my shoes and stockings with some difficulty since my other hand was
not available to me. He had commandeered it as companion to his hand which
he did with what he liked. The handcuff was beginning to hurt on my wrist.
"That's a nice bottom you got there. I think we should try it out. A little
something for ruining a good pair of shoes.'
With those words he sat down on the edge of the bed, pulled me over his lap
and walloped me with his hand.
I was struck dumb at first then the pain came.
"OOOWWWCH", I screamed.
"I'm glad you like it."
After about a dozen hand spanks, he stopped and rubbed my bottom. It felt
raw and his hand felt good and soothing.
"I'm going to give you a few more, and I want you to say 'Thank-you Sir'
after each one. If you don't you'll get ten more for each one I'm not
thanked for."
I screamed when the next one landed on my bum. It was hard. After three
more he said that's forty more to come already.
"Thank-you sir', I mumbled.
"I can't hear you."
SLAP!
"That's fifty."
"THANK-YOU SIR", I shouted.
"Good, that's only forty-nine now."
He spanked me the whole forty-nine more times.
I screamed and shouted and weeped, "THANK-YOU SIR", after each one.
My bum was aching after the last spank. I couldn't understand why anyone
didn't come running to see what the noise was about with all my screaming. I
realized then that the room must be sound-proofed.
"That was fun wasn't it?"
"I can't hear you slut speak up."
"Yes Sir", I answered rebelliously, feeling violated.
"I can tell that we have a lot of work to do tonight. I get the impression
that you tend to have your own way. I bet you never display your body for
your man or suck his cock or do anything he wants, do you slut?"
I was about to get another cheek slapped when I quickly answered, "No Sir."
"Dammn these bracelets", he swore, "Where is that fucking key?"
Chapter 9 - Karen's Story - Journey into Dark
He searched the room again with me in tow. The key was not found. He did
find another set of bracelets with a key, which did not fit our bracelets,
and a leather whip which he took with us. He led me to a wall with eye bolts
sticking out of it. He took my free hand and fastened it to a ring just
above my head.
"You've felt the pain of flesh against flesh", he said, "Now you'll
experience something a bit different. This is to help remove some of that
rebelliousness from you so that you'll learn to treat your man right."
With those words he picked up the whip and struck my legs with it. It stung
a bit but the sensation was almost pleasurable.
"I need to hear those thank-you's, and you're already up to ten lashes."
He got two more lashes in. The last one stung a fair bit against my thigh.
He was hampered by being attached to my other hand in his application of the
leather strands.
"Thank-you Sir", I started to shout as the whip struck.
It was on the nineteenth lash that the business end of the whip separated
from the handle. I heard the sound of metal falling on the hardwood floor at
the same time. It was the key.
"Thank-goodness", I thought, "Now we can undo and get this foolishness
finished with."
He picked up the key and undid the bracelet from his wrist. He re-attached
the freed part of the bracelet again to another ring on the wall, pulling my
arm with it. I was turned facing the wall with my arms spread out and
fastened above my head.
"That's a lot better. I can do a proper job now. You'll have to shout
louder as I may not be able to hear you facing the wall."
The twentieth stroke really stung. I screamed out my thank-you as I did for
the next ten. I was exhausted and covered with sweat. My legs and buttocks
were smarting from the whip lashes. My skin felt exhilarated. I was too
worn out to feel afraid anymore.
I was almost ready to do anything this man asked, almost.
"That's better. I think that it's time for me to see all of your body", he
said as he grabbed the back of my blouse at the top and ripped it down my
back.
He undid one of the handcuffs and swung me around to face him. He tore the
rest of the blouse material from my body. I was naked except for my bra
which he preceded to cut off with a knife he had found.
"Magnificent. It's a shame that they belong to such a slut", he intoned
staring at my breasts. "I think that they need some attention too."
I tried to cover my bosom with my free hand, but he grabbed the wrist and
attached the cuff to a loop hanging from a chin in the middle of the floor.
He must have lowered it while my front was to the wall as I didn't recall
seeing it before.
He undid the other hand from the wall and attached it to the hanging ring as
well. He then pulled the chain up until I was almost standing on my tip
toes.
"That's good. Now I can access all of you."
"No don't", I cried out.
"I guess I'll just have to shut you up"
He took a gag with a short plug attached to it. He stuffed the plug into my
mouth and fastened the strap around the back of my head. I could taste the
leather of the plug.
"No you can be kept quiet."
He took the whip and ran the leather fronds over my nipples. They grew hard
with the sensation. I was squirming with anticipation.
He began with soft strokes. First on my back. Then back to my bum and
thighs. And on to my stomach. Up to my breasts and over to my shoulders. I
was moaning softly with the pleasure sensations as the whip tantalized my
skin.
Then the lashes came harder. I tried to yell. All that came out was a
muffled groan. He lashed the whip into my crotch. The pleasure/pain fusion
sizzled every nerve in my body. Stinging slashes fell across my back, down
my legs, and onto my breasts. My nipples were raw with sensations. Each
stroke brought new stinging pain. I tried to squirm my body about to avoid
the lashes.
All the time he was talking about my obedience to him. It must be
unquestionable. It must be immediate. I was to belong to him. He was my
absolute master right now. Every man I would be with from now on would be my
absolute master. And every term and consideration was accentuated by another
crack of the whip on my naked body.
My breast were crisscrossed with red welts. That was all I could see. My
skin was on fire all over as the whip cracked again and again.
Suddenly he stopped. I was weak and just hung there suspended by my arms
from the ring. He lowered the chain and I collapsed to the floor. He
removed one of the bracelets completely and attached the other one to both
hands behind my back. He attached another set connected with an eight inch
chain to my ankles. I was pulled to my feet and told to stand.
I did as I was told. He began to caress my body. His hand felt wonderful
after the whipping. Soon he was fondling my breasts and squeezing my
nipples. I felt a moistness develop between my legs. I was becoming turned
on.
His hand reach for my bum and I felt his fingers fondle my anus. The other
hand reached between my legs and explored my sex. I had never let anyone do
this before and it felt wonderful. I was confused between the guilt of
allowing my body to provide so much pleasure and the enjoyment of that
pleasure.
I was just about to experience a climatic sensation. I knew it was an
orgasm. I had not allowed myself ever to have one before but now was the
time. Just as it was about to reach climax, he stopped and slapped my face.
"I didn't say you could come, did I?"
All I could do is shake my head. I was so turned on and I wanted to climax.
He ordered me to stand still where I was while he went to the closet to
change into something more appropriate. I was ordered to close my eyes as it
was forbidden to view him naked unless he desired it.
He came back wearing a leather harness outfit which exposed his chest and
arms. The pants were tight and not unlike our hosts.
"I want you to climb into the bath and wash now. Then we will have a
slanguage lesson."
He undid the handcuffs and led me to the sunken bath. SInce the ankle
shackles were still fastened, I could only take very small steps. I
awkwardly climbed into the tub, filled it with water and washed.
My mouth was getting dry with the gag still in place. I tried to remove it
and was rewarded by a lash from the whip across my back.
"I don't recall giving you permission to remove that", he admonished. "Now
come out of the water and dry off."
Chapter 10 - Karen's Story - The Language Lesson
I dried off. The gag was removed and I was allowed to pour myself a soft
drink.
"Now you will learn how to speak like a slut", he said reattaching my hands
to the ring above my head. "I will instruct you and you will repeat the
words as I point out the parts of your body."
He was still holding whip. First he prodded my breasts.
"What do you call these?"
"Breasts."
"Wrong. A slut calls them her boobs. Say it!"
I hesitated and he applied the whip with a stinging slash to my breast.
He raise the whip again, as I whispered, "Boobs."
"Louder slut, I want you to yell like you want the whole world to hear what
you call yourself."
The whip descended, I shouted, "BOOBS."
"That's better. Now what's this?"
He prodded my nipple.
"Nipple."
"Tits. Shout it", he demanded.
"TITS."
He moved down my body and prodded other parts. I learned 'pussy', 'cunt',
clit', 'slit', twat', and 'ass' with only two more whippings. I felt real
cheap.
"You're doing fine. Now tell me what you do with your cunt."
"I don't know what you mean", I sobbed.
"You FUCK!", he shouted, "Say it."
"Fuck."
"And with your mouth you suck. Now tell me what you would like me to do with
your pussy slut."
"Fuck my pussy."
"Louder."
"FUCK MY PUSSY."
"Good. And what would like to suck."
"Your penis?"
"COCK SLUT, COCK, PRICK, DICK, YELL IT!"
"I WANT TO SUCK YOUR COCK SIR."
"Ah good you remembered to address me correctly. And as a reward I will let
you, as soon as you learn some more words."
He undid his belt and dropped his pants. He stepped out of his shoes and
pants. He stood naked from the waist down before me. His cock hung down. It
was long and thick. I learned 'balls', 'shaft', 'head', and cum.
I was lowered and told to kneel on my knees. My hands were still fastened
above my head. He moved in front of my face. I could smell the musky odor
of his crotch.
"Open your cock sucking mouth slut," he commanded, pressing his flaccid cock
to my face.
Again I hesitated. The whip hit my shoulders with a crack.
I opened my mouth and let the tip of his prick enter. It tasted slightly
salty. His cock began to stiffen. I felt him press it into my mouth as it
grew harder. I almost choked on it.
"Run you tongue around the head and underneath. Suck on my cock slut and
make me cum."
I did as I was told. He began to thrust his hard cock in and out of my mouth.
I gaged and almost threw up. Suddenly I felt him stiffen and convulse. My
mouth was filed with yukky, sticky cum. It was horrible.
He held my head so I couldn't remove his cock.
"Swallow it", he ordered.
I half choked again as the slimy cum slid down my throat.
"Hmm. First time eh? Well after a while you'll get to like it. You may
even crave it. Not that it matters since servicing your master is most
important to you even if you don't like it. Isn't that right slut."
"Yes Sir."
"Now thank me for what I allowed you to do, properly."
"Thank-you Sir for allowing my to suck your cock and for giving me your cum."
"That's not bad. Now you need to learn more about your body."
Chapter 11 - Karen's Story - Learning Myself
A collar was attached around my neck and attached to the chain hanging from
the ceiling. The chain was raised so that I had to stand up to avoid choking
myself. He then undid my hands completely.
"Now play with your tits."
With the ever present whip waiting for another chance to strike, I began to
massage my tits with my fingers. It felt good. I rubbed the nubs around and
fondled them. I was tingling all over.
"Now feel you body all over. Do not touch between you legs."
I ran my hand all over my body as far as I could reach. I couldn't bend over
to reach much of my legs. This also felt real good and I found myself back
fondling my tits and boobs.
"Hmm. You like that don't you?"
"Yes Sir."
"Good. However, you will only play with your body a special treat when you
have been especially obedient and only when commanded to. Do you understand
slut?"
"Yes Sir."
"Fine. You may now feel the rest of your legs", he commanded as he lowered
the chain holding my collar a couple of feet.
I ran my hand up and down my legs. I was alive with sensation all over my
skin.
"Now finger your ass."
I reached behind myself and pressed my finger to my asshole. More sensation.
"Lick your finger and push it up your ass."
I did as I was told. That felt strange as my finger slid inside my tight
warm asshole. It felt good too.
"Now with your other hand, finger fuck your pussy."
I reached between my legs and felt the wetness. I was very wet. My fingers
slid inside my cunt and around. They found my clit and electrified my body.
I was rubbing my clit without realizing I was doing it. Suddenly my body was
wracked with convulsions as I came for the first time in my life. I fell
exhausted to the floor. Fortunately, the chain had been released while I was
playing.
"Suck your finger to see what you taste like slut."
I licked the finger that had been between my legs and tasted myself. It was
not too different from his cum. I sort of liked it."
I was yanked to my feet.
"One last pleasure before we go to sleep slut", he announced, hanging me by
my wrists from the chain again, "And I want to hear very load thank-you's"
The whip descended upon all parts of my body. harder and harder. I screamed.
"THANK-YOU SIR, THANK-YOU SIR,...."
After what seemed an eternity, he stopped and released me. I was thoroughly
sore, drenched with sweat and totally compliant and probably tamed.
I was then shackled, beside the bed, on the floor, to the bed frame. A quilt
was thrown over me. I concluded that this was my bed for the night. He did
his toilet, climbed onto the bed and turned out the light.
End Chapter 11, Continued with Chapter 12 in Part 2.
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