01 - Playing Your Cards Right
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By Mr Underheel
by Mr Underheel » Sat Dec 28, 2013 9:13 am
Sarah's three Domme friends began arriving at her house around 6pm on Saturday night for their quarterly euchre night. It was not a night where they were in full fetish garb and they were not there to practice their art. No, it was simply a night for them to play cards and to enjoy each others' company. That is not to say that there isn't a certain level of entertainment involved which the host would provide.
For that evening, Sarah chose to dress a black leather a-line skirt with zippers all the way up both sides and a black silk blouse. Her legs were adorned simply as she had chosen nude thigh-high stockings. The shoe selection took her some time to work out but in the end she went with what felt right for that evening: her knee-high black platform boots with the red panel and laces in the back. These were "vanilla" enough for the office but "fetish" enough for the dungeon. They were perfect for this evening.
The Dommes were greeted at the door by Tina who was dressed in the style of a French maid. Her breasts, though, were fully-exposed and her skirt was short enough to show that her shaved pussy was not covered. She wore six-inch black patent leather heels with one-inch platforms. There were wide ankle straps that were secured by small padlocks. She wore steel cuffs in several places: a chain stretched behind her back to connect her elbows; her wrists were joined by a very short chain; more cuffs connected her knees and ankles. In her mouth was a ball gag in which different devices could be inserted and, in this case it was being used as a serving tray. She took their wraps and hung them up in the closet.
They entered the house and had to walk near the kitchen to access the living room where their game would be held. A monster was chained there. He was nearly six-feet four-inches tall and must have played college football at one time. He was bulky and cut, bald and shaved. What they admired the most, though, was that Sarah had him controlled by a single binding: a small stainless steel cock ring was locked at the very base of his package. Nothing could slip through the tiny diameter of cold metal that the ring formed. A single chain extended from it, the opposite end of which was securely locked to a fitting somewhere under one of the cupboards. The chain was long enough for him to reach the stove, fridge, wine cupboard, and pantry. On his chest Sarah had written using red lipstick, "Beware Of The Chef".
He stood in the middle of the kitchen with his arms crossed and feet apart, staring stoically into space. The Dommes caressed his body, squeezing his muscles, slapping his ass, commenting on how great it was that Sarah had someone like THAT to cook for her!
When they arrived in the living room they saw that the coffee table held treats for them, both gastronomically and physiologically. On top of the table was Sarah's sub Jon, bound tightly and covered with bowls of food. His head was at one edge of the table and his frog-tied feet hung over the other end by a fraction. Ropes ran behind his back to connect his elbows and another rope tied his wrists together across his stomach. He was also blindfolded but, beyond that, he was simply naked.
A side table contained several implements, though, that were of interest: a bowl of clothes pins, a collection of clamps, a birch switch, a vibrator, a riding crop, and other fun toys.
The bowls and plats covering his body contained dips, chips, shrimp, water chestnuts wrapped in bacon, and other lovely appetizers. A variety of wines and scotches were available for them.
They played cards, were served their drinks by Tina, and would play with the bound Jon as they noshed on the appetizers. By the time the night was over, his body was covered with the clamps and clothes pins, most of which had been located in the most intimate of places. He sported red strips and patches where the different impact toys had struck him.
'The conversation was wild and funny. The cards were sometimes played poorly as the women were more intent on having fun and teasing the bound subs than they were on winning the game. Both Tina and Chef found themselves in similar situations as did Jon, although Chef never once reacted to any of the things that these women had attempted to inflict. They were amazed as he simply withstood everything that they had tried to do.
As the evening came to an end, they all thanked Sarah for hosting the event. Tina brought them their coats and found herself "tipped" by fingers being inserted in her slit or by a twist of her nipple. She would simply reply "Thank You, Mistress! May I have another?" They were very willing to enhance their tips when she asked.
It had been a great evening for everyone, especially Sarah. Watching her friends play with her subs had made her horny, and more than a little bit jealous. She hurriedly went to the kitchen and unlocked the chain that held Chef to the cupboard. She took the chain in hand and pulled him toward the living room. On the way, they encountered Tina. Similarly, Sarah took her wrist cuff chain in hand and brought her along as well.
The food had been cleared from Jon's body but all of the small torture devices were still in place. Sarah didn't care to remove them. It was "service" that she needed.
Quickly she handed out her orders. Looking at Chef, she patted her ass and said, "This is yours." She unzipped the sides of her skirt to make her pussy fully-accessible. She unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it from the waistband of her skirt. Taking her breasts in her hands, she looked at Tina and said, "You will take care of these."
At that point, she lowered herself onto Jon's mouth, but she need not have said a single word to him. He knew exactly what she wanted and hungrily began to lick her slit and to pleasure her in every way that he knew, many of which had been taught to him by Sarah herself.
She lowered her mouth to his throbbing cock and took it in deeply and hungrily. Her teeth raked across it as she withdrew it for the first time, which caused him to cry out loudly. She laughed and sucked harder.
Tina climbed onto the table and straddled her back. From there, she could reach around and stroke her Domme's breasts, squeezing them, pinching them, massaging them. If only she could get her mouth on them! That would have to wait.
In the meantime, Chef had prepared his large cock by coating it well with a jelly. There was Sarah's ass for him, her knees spread to allow Jon's maximum access to her cunt. Chef parted her cheeks to expose the object of his responsibility. He needed to crouch to access it properly and lowered himself into a proper attitude. With his left hand he steadied her thigh and with his right he guided his rod to her hole and then began to push.
Her body was shuddering from all of this attention, not the least of which was due to the meat that was packing her ass. Each time Chef reached his maximum penetration, she seemed to close her teeth over Jon's member and her fists punched him.
She was losing control of her body as the pleasure of all this overwhelmed her ability to comprehend. She let herself sink into it and allowed herself complete and utter release. Cum spewed all over Jon as her orgasm exploded inside of her. Chef then blew his load into her rear. Tina had an "empathy orgasm" which partly manifested itself in her sinking of her nails into Sarah's tits. And then Jon allowed his own release, an orgasm that had been on the edge of realization for some time, though he had controlled it until Sarah came first. He ejaculated again and again into her mouth. Her reaction was almost autonomic, as she swallowed what was in her mouth and then lapped up the stray fragments of his juices.
They all panted and heaved and moaned as their bodies continued to experience the aftereffects of this coming together. Sarah let herself collapse on top of Jon. Chef did his best to keep himself inside her, taking her hips in both of his hands, pulling her toward him. Tina hugged her around her waist. They lay in this pile of humanity until Sarah began to return to consciousness.
She then rose from the table, pushing Tina and Chef from her. She kissed Tina on the cheek, then squeezed Chef's ass.
"I'm going to bed. Clean all of this up. I'll see you later." She dropped her blouse on the floor and slipped out of her skirt. As she walked toward her bedroom she passed the toy table and picked up a large, black anatomically-accurate vibrating dildo. She strutted down the hallway wearing only her thigh-high stockings and her boots, carrying the toy in her right hand.
Her bedroom door slammed shut.
About an hour later, after she was finished with her “Me Timeâ€, Sarah came out of her bedroom and walked back toward the living area of her home. Where she was expecting darkness and silence, she still saw light and she heard moaning from multiple voices.
Her subs were to have cleaned things up after the party and then they should have dressed and gone home. But, no, they were obviously all still here enjoying a little “after-party†of their own making.
“What the HELL are you doing?†she yelled at the three of them. They froze in their tracks. Jon was still bound as she had left him, frog tied on the coffee table, but he was now ball gagged as well. Tina was bent over him with her torso and legs at a 90 degree angle, her legs straight, with his member in her mouth. Chef was behind Tina and was mid-thrust as he fucked her snatch. Each of the three had a shocked look on their face as they were confronted by their Domme. The two of them that could stand snapped to attention.
Fortunately for them, Chef and Tina had cleaned everything up everything in the house already. There was no sign that a party had taken place.
“He just looked so vulnerable there!â€, explained Tina. “ We wanted to…well, I guess I don’t have to tell you what we wanted to do. Do we? We’re sorry, Mistress! We didn’t mean to…†“SHUT. It.†Sarah demanded. They bit their lips and held their tongues.
“Get him off of that table and onto the floorâ€, she demanded. In a moment, they had moved him into a kneeling position in front of her. She pointed her finger and scolded him, “When this started happening, why didn’t you call me? At the very least I would have thought that YOU would have shown some responsibility here. How many times have we talked about that? Taking personal responsibility. Well?â€
He tried to speak through the ball but was completely unsuccessful in communicating with her in his attempt to defend himself. He was trying to say, "They gagged me! What was I supposed to do?" But nothing came out of his mouth but some drool and some muffled sounds.
“Oh, stop it. I will deal with you later. Get yourself over there, in front of the leather wing-back chair and wait for me.†He looked up at her as if to say, “Don’t you see what my situation is? How am I going to do that?†She scowled at him and pointed toward the chair. “Go.†He rolled onto his side and did his best to roll, scoot, and squirm the fifteen feet of distance that she was requiring. Tina and Chef smiled and quietly laughed as they watched him struggle along.
“Hey! Eyes on ME. You, go get my supplies.†Chef stepped across the room and came back with a pile of cords. “Turn around, boy.†She selected a thick, long line and, after doubling it on itself, she carefully, snugly, and securely bound his crossed wrist. She chose another and connected his elbows, pulling them slightly together. She then wrapped a long line around his chest, encircling him six times which provided the final security to his arms.
Tina received the same treatment, although the ropes around her chest included two above, two below, and two crossing between her breasts. Sarah was very pleased with her work. Then it was on to their feet.
She had saved the longest ropes for their ankles. Around and around and around they went until the carefully-laid coils lay a full eight inches wide from the tops of their feet to almost half way to their knees. Two careful cinching loops ran between their ankles which made the tie escape-proof. When both of her submissives were thus restrained, she stepped back to admire her work.
“Oh, I should have had you move over there.†She pointed to the chair where Jon had rolled to. “Since you found such amusement in your friend’s struggles to get there, why don’t you get down on the floor and try it yourselves. Don’t try to hop, please. I would hate for you to fall and hurt yourselves.â€
Both Tina and Chef crouched down, squatting in their efforts to sit on the floor. They did so awkwardly and only could accomplish this by part-falling, part-rolling, part-flopping onto their sides. As directed, they began to work their way over to their partner in crime.
“Before you get too far, you should have all of the ‘advantages’ and adornments that Jon had. Hold still and open up.†As they were working their way into their prone positions, she had acquired four large scarves. She used two of them to fill her pets’ mouths; she used the other two as cleave gags, which encircled their heads twice and tied neatly at the back of their necks.
"See? It's not so funny when you're the one tied up on the floor, is it?" Sarah laughed at them as they bumped into each other half way there. Chef, being much larger, rolled right over the top of Tina at one point, impatient for her to get out of his way. At last they were near the positions that they were ordered to take.
Both of you, kneel with your backs to the chair. Sit down on your feet. Jon, You need to be in the middle, sitting in the other direction. I want to keep an eye on those ropes, just in case they start to come loose." She took a large, thick paddle from the toy table and sat in the chair.
"Chef, put your forehead on the floor and your ass in the air." Sarah took up a position next to him and gave him one good SMACK with the paddle. He couldn't help himself and shouted through his gag. "Stay. Now you, Tina." Likewise, the small girl felt the impact of the implement on her bare cheeks. Back and forth she went in a slow choreography of steps and swats until she had delivered a total of twenty blows to each.
"Now straighten up and do not move. Make that back straight!"
Her attention turned to Jon. "You have been in that position for a while now. You must be stiff." She untied him fully, removed his ball gag and let him stretch his arms and legs for a moment. "Do you need to use the bathroom? It's been a while now." He nodded. "Off with you, then. Hurry back." He lumbered away, flexing his arms and legs as he went.
By the time he returned, she was ready for him. There was a large wedge-shaped pillow on the floor in front of the chair with the thick part of the wedge nearest the chair legs. "This is your spot. Lay down, face up. Your ass needs to be just at the thick part. Exactly. Now lay back." His butt was somewhat suspended ominously in the air which made him fearful of what her intentions might be.
She tied his wrists to the outsides of his thighs. The ropes were tight and inescapable. They were as close to the tops of his thighs as she could make them which caused her to the need to manipulate his package with every wrap. Even though considerable attention had been paid to his member that day, it leaped to life once again, which made her chuckle. "Always at the ready, are we? You might not want to be quite so excited, boy. It might not get used quite the way you may be hoping."
At that point, she spread his legs and lashed each ankle to a leg of the chair. Until then, he hadn't quite realized that this was a "chair and a half" and how wide a chair of this type was. His groin stretched to a point that he had rarely experienced. This increased his anxiety over his exposure. There would be no protecting himself.
To finish his predicament, she removed her bra and, folding one cup into the other, she pushed the padding into his mouth using two of her fingers. Deeper and deeper it went until much of the material had disappeared, The straps lay across his cheeks and over his eyes. One last rope was in her hands. She used it to encircle his head, running it between the folds of his bra-gag. "That should hold it, don't you think?" Yes, he was fully and effectively muffled and muzzled.
She sat in the chair and crossed her still-booted legs, allowing the toe of her right foot to dangle within centimeters of his balls. She flicked them, not so gently, when she rocked her ankle. With her right hand she stroked herself between her legs and with her left, she pleasured her own breasts. Arousal came quickly. As her breathing deepened, she croaked to them, "If you hadn't been so disobedient I would have allowed YOU three to do this. Instead, well, stay where you are." Chef and Tina stole looks over there shoulders and caught sight of their beautiful Dominant.
When her orgasm came, the sole of her platform boot pressed itself hard against Jon's balls and hard cock. While she moaned in ecstasy, he twisted in discomfort, something that did not escape her attention. Uncrossing her legs, she carefully positioned her boot so that the ball of her foot was over his cock. She angled her foot so that the tip of the stiletto was just outside of his rear-opening. This caused his balls to be cradled in the transition area between boot sole and boot heel.
"I have you in a spot, don't I, my pet? Shall I press on?" She chuckled at him, enjoying her own little joke just as her orgasm had subsided.
"You say that you 'try' to listen to my instructions. How is it that so often you fall so short? A Domme's work is never done, is it?"
She pressed a little harder and twisted her foot back and forth as if she were grinding out a cigarette on the ground.
"Job security--for me, anyway--is high!"
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