A New Years Celebration

III

Susan was a little taken aback, but after all Kim and Sam were into the scene and they had both seen her bound and naked just a few weeks ago when she and Roger had done a flogging exhibition at the local Munch. Still it was somehow much more embarrassing to be seen naked here at home in her own bathroom. Maybe earning the collar was going to be a little harder than she thought.

Susan stepped out of the tub and allowed Kim to towel her dry then sat on the toilet seat while Kim used a blow dryer on her hair. When Roger and Sam crowded into the bathroom they were carrying some lengths of braided hemp rope. Susan opened her mouth to protest but Roger spoke first.

"I’m sure you won’t mind luv, I invited Kim and Sam to your collaring ceremony."

Roger spoke with practiced ease knowing exactly how to quell her objection. The words "Collaring Ceremony" sent a shiver through her and Sue lost all thought of her intended complaint.

"And look they brought these lovely ropes as a present for the ceremony. I know hemp isn’t your favorite, what with it being a little bit scratchy and all, but it is such a nice gesture. I think you should thank them."

She knew the last bit was not a suggestion but an order and she dutifully thanked them both for their thoughtfulness though she was blushing furiously.

"It’s kind of stuffy in here let’s move her into the bedroom to prep her." Sam suggested.

The fact that another man was directing her, while Roger stood be and said nothing, made Susan feel a little queasy. He didn't bother to use her name and spoke about her instead of to her, as if she'd become a simple object to be moved about. That was a little scary but she was sure Roger would keep it all under control. She dutifully followed behind the three of them, a lone naked woman being lead away by her clothed friends. Once in the bedroom she was made to kneel by the bed. Roger ordered her into a presentation position kneeling tall with hands clasped behind her neck and knees spread about a foot apart.

Roger kissed her his tongue probing deeply and her mouth opened, yielding to him. His hungry kiss seemed to draw her breath away. He asked if she was ready for this. She nodded and never even considered asking what "this" might entail. Sam began to bind her breasts, the scratchy hemp winding around her torso twice below her breasts then again twice above them. He then cinched the four loops together in the valley between her bosoms tightening the knot until her aching breasts were squeezed snuggly and separated by the thick knot of rope. He playfully tweaked her nipples while her husband sat watching without comment or concern.

While Sam worked on her breasts Kim was working just above hip level. She wrapped a second rope around Susan’s waist four times then knotted it behind her back. She drew the rough hemp cord between Susan’s legs tugging it forward so it sank into the crevice of Sue’s butt. Kim carefully placed a knot where it would press against her puckered little rosebud. She smiled evilly as she pressed the rope into her friends swollen nether lips and secured it with a finger pressing just below Susan’s stirring clit. Kim placed another scratchy knot right there and then drew the rope up to connect it to the loop of rope circling Susan’s waist.

When Kim finished and gave the rope a tug Susan couldn’t help but whimper At least she’d be out of this soon she thought. The party would be starting in another half-hour and there was no way she could wear this get-up under her dress.

They lead her downstairs to the living room and made her kneel by the coffee table. Her Collar was sitting on the mantel in a polished wooden box lined with dark blue felt. Despite herself she was getting excited and she squirmed impatiently as she knelt.

"Be still!" Roger ordered.

"Sir, shouldn’t my hands be tied?" Susan asked as she dutifully held them crossed behind her.

"No!" Rogers' voice seemed to boom in the open room. Kim and Sam had found seats and were they could comfortably watch show.

"That is your task tonight, my love. You will cross your hands behind your back and they will remain there, bound by my word and your own discipline."

Such an easy way to earn her collar Sue thought, she had expected something much harder. Still it was her birthday present so maybe he was just being nice.

"You will remain here and entertain our guests for the rest of the evening. You have my permission to use your mouth only." He continued

At first she was too incredulous to panic. He was teasing her; he had to be kidding. A sneaked peek at his stern face showed no hint of humor. He meant every word. Sue’s stomach convulsed and her face flushed bright red.

"If you treat them well I’m sure they will give you some food and maybe something to drink." Her mind was grappling with the words he spoke. They had never done anything like this before. She had always been his and his alone. That was how it was supposed to be when you are man and wife. Was a slave to be treated so very different?

"All that I require is that you do your best to please them. Your hands are to remain in place crossed behind your back and you will remain here on your knees."

Her heart was pounding, even at the Munches no one was ever forced to do anything like this! It was about discipline, a bit of pain, but there was never any real sex involved, at least not in public. From the corner of her eye she could see Sam standing, stretching, the bulge in his crotch already very noticeable.

"Yellow Light Master!" she cried out.

He bent down beside her. He seemed to be taken totally off guard. Susan had never once used her safe words before. Why would she start now, And in front of guests?

"What’s wrong?" he asked with a mixture of concern and irritation.

"I, I, um." She just didn’t know how to say it to him, she didn’t want to anger him or worse yet embarrass him.

"Come on Sue this is your fantasy, a line of cocks all in a row throbbing just for you." He seemed to actually be perplexed by her unease.

"Ah I know it’s doing the women too, is that it?" he asked. Sue’s eyes bulged, she hadn’t even thought about having to do anything for the women involved.

Tears had sprung to her eyes. He just didn’t get it. In her fantasies she was forced to do these things, cruel savage strangers made her do it against her will. Here he was expecting her to do it of her own volition. Her mouth opened and closed but still no words would come to her.

He took hold of her crotch rope giving it a slight tug.

"It's because you can’t fuck them, is that it? Well forget it bitch, They can use your mouth but your ass and cunt are mine!"

She burst into tears, how could he even think that? While it was true she didn’t like giving oral very much, he didn’t understand what the real problem was. If she didn’t answer him soon it was all just going to get worse.

"I’m sorry Master, these are people I know." She blubbered. "In my fantasies I am forced by strangers. Steve and Linda, they have no idea… they’ll tell all the neighbors, all of them, everyone will think I’m a…"

"Did you think nothing would change when you wore my collar?" he asked.

"Do I really have to do this?" Susan whimpered.

"No,Of course not." He responded with only a hint of disappointment.

Standing he strode across to the mantel and plucked her collar from it’s box.

"This can wait. We’ll discuss it tomorrow. I should have warned you I suppose."

His voice had lost some of its hard edge but she felt she was letting him down.

"Go upstairs and change." He told her.

She remained where she was looking up into his face. Anger and irritation had evaporated. His look of disappointment was slowly fading replaced with concern. She took few deep breaths trying to push her fears away. After three breaths she felt a little calmer, ready to continue. She looked up at her husband then lowered her eyes.

"I would stay and please my Master if he would allow it." she said at last.

"Are you sure?" he asked, a little irritation creeping back into his voice.

She nodded silently. He replaced the collar in its box, returned to her side and bent to kissed her.

"Well if you two have worked all that out I wouldn’t mind having first dibs. We need to get home and change for the party." Sam already had his pants down and was proudly displaying a raging erection.

The words had been directed at Roger. Once she had agreed to continue Susan became nothing but a warm wet mouth for him to fuck. By the time Roger nodded Sam was already in front of her pressing against her hesitant lips. They trembled as they parted with reluctance. Sam’s penis was longer than Roger though not quite as thick. He pushed his way forward and began sawing back and forth to his own rapid rhythm. Susan tried to help him along using her tongue as best as she could. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine it was Roger but Sam tasted different too. If she could have used her hands and cupped his balls it might have hurried things along. She maintained her position, hands crossed behind her back, as he banged away at the back of her throat until she couldn’t help but gag. He lasted for several minutes and her jaw was starting to ache when he finally came in jetting spurts that she just couldn’t keep up with. Semen dribbled from her lips as he slipped out of her mouth. Susan anxiously looked at Kim but her friend was looking on without the least hint of jealousy, only the honest sympathy of someone who had too often suffered the same fate.

Sam pulled up his pants and went to get their coats. Kim crouched down next to her, gave her a fierce hug and whispered to her.

"He can be so full of himself, but I do love him, anyway I’m his. I guess you’re getting to know what that sort of thing really means now." And she gave Sue a peck on the forehead.

Sam and Kim left and for a short time Roger and Susan were alone again.

He went to the buffet and returned with a glass of white wine and a damp cloth napkin. He used the napkin to clean some cum from her lips and chin then pressed the glass to her lips.

A Chardonnay, at the moment it seemed the perfect way to wash away the taste of a strangers semen from her mouth. She was about to become a bit of a connoisseur of male semen she mused darkly. She suddenly realized her Master had always been aware of her oral reluctance after all. It was just the type of thing he might plan. This would indeed be a challenge for her. With a mental shrug she realized her task was an overdue lesson. The absurdity of it all, her initial reluctance, his long delayed response, it all suddenly struck her as quite comical and she barely suppressed a giggle.

"May I speak?" she asked

He answered with a smile and a nod.

"Can a girl please her Master?"

He grinned at her." You already have, and you will continue to, but I won’t be using you again until after our midnight kiss. Once you wear my collar not before." At that moment she relished the thought of him pumping vigorously between her lips. She longed for it but she wasn’t surprised that he would deny her that, for now. Her desires delayed yet again. She wasn’t sure she could wait that long the rope’s scratchy fibers were unsettling and she was having a hard time keeping still. With great effort her hands remained in place though she was sorely tempted to adjust the crotch rope.

When next the doorbell rang it was Joe and Barbara Nickerson. Roger showed them where all the food and drinks were before ushering them into the living room. Both Joe and Barbara grinned at the sight of her, they too had seen her naked before but still the situation brought a flush of shame to Susan’s cheeks. It was Barbara who produced the long thin gift-wrapped box from her purse. She handed it to Roger with a broad smile, then turning to Susan whispered "Happy birthday darlin’."

Roger unwrapped the box for her and showed his lover what the Nickerson’s had brought for her. The box contained a pair of heavy cloverleaf nipple clamps connected with a silver chain.

"That will go so well with her new collar." Roger commented, "I’m sure she’ll want to model these for you. Don’t you dear?"

It wasn’t really a question but Susan nodded yes even as she dreaded what was about to happen.

Barbara knelt in front of Susan taking her left nipple between thumb and forefinger and twisting and pinching it while her lips ensnared Sue’s right nipple drawing it in so her tongue could play across the sensitive nub.

Susan was struggling not to push her away, Barbara switched sides drawing the left nipple into her mouth while her fingers teased the engorged right nipple and all Susan wanted to do now was embrace her friend. Still she remembered to keep her hands behind her back locked in place by his command and her own struggling self-control.

Joe nudged his wife aside and held the nipple clamps out for the wide-eyed Susan to see. She watched in fascination as he squeezed the clamp open, then he grasped her left nipple and pulled it straight out. She gasped and winced in pain as the clamp closed on her sensitive flesh. Her eyes remained tightly closed while he repeated the procedure on her right nipple. Once both clamps were secure he allowed the chain connecting them to drop. It may have only weighed a few ounces but to Susan it seemed the weight of the world was tugging on her distended nipples. The doorbell chimed again, Kim and Sam had returned freshly changed and ready for the party. They both stopped to admire Sue’s new jewelry

For the moment they left her to her suffering while Joe sent Barbara off to fetch him a beer. Susan was dimly aware of the men discussing piercing they’d like done to their women. Barbara brought Joe his beer and she and Kim went over to the mantel to admire the shiny new collar. When Susan turned her head back she found Joe’s throbbing erection awaiting her attention.

With a resigned sigh she drew him in her tongue lightly flickering beneath the fleshy rod. He casually sipped on his Heineken as the men’s conversation continued without interruption. His penis was a bit shorter than the other two but it was monstrously thick and she strained to stretch her lips around it. He also seemed to have no intention of exerting himself allowing her to move her head up and down on his rod at a leisurely pace. This was one thing Susan really disliked about giving head; she had to do all the work.

 Without the use of her hands all she could do is rock back and forth on her knees her head bobbing up and down the shaft. Even anal was easier than this, for that she just had to relax and kneel there while her Master did all the thrusting and pumping. She squeezed her eyes tight as she licked and sucked, her throat gurgled as she desperately bobbed her head and swallowed.

That was the scene Erica and Mathew walked into.

"You didn’t say it was going to be that kind of party." Erica smirked and then she spoke briefly to Mathew, sending him out to the car.

He returned a few moments later and presented Erica with a springy light riding crop.

"Well don’t stand there Strip boy!" she snapped at Mathew.

Matt was blushing furiously as he peeled off his clothes, folded them neatly, and piled them in the corner of the living room. He returned to kneel shyly by his Mistresses side unable to hide his excitement.

Sue had been working on Joe for almost ten minutes, though it seemed like forever to her. He showed little interest in finishing any time soon. Her jaw was stretched and aching, her tongue was flickering wildly, and she was silently praying for his release.
Erica went over to greet Roger and the naked Mathew crawled along behind her. Mathew seemed to be staring at Susan but with a different kind of longing.

Erica presented Roger with the fine black leather riding crop to use for his pleasure or whenever Susan needed "correction". When Erica noticed where Mathew’s attention had wandered she snapped at him to pay attention. He turned back to her, eyes wide with fear. She nodded and he dropped to his hands and knees. With three practiced flicks she stripped his upper back and he whimpered. He didn’t seem upset at all and he immediately refocused all his attention on Erica bending low to kiss her boot.

"As you can see it’s most effective, though I’m afraid this one is slightly used. Mathew, you will apologize for staring at this mans wife and I’ll deal with you later."

Mathew apologized humbly but Roger waved it off saying it was Susan’s night and they should all pay attention to her. Erica seemed to scowl a bit at those words but did turn the riding crop over to Roger who placed it on the coffee table next to Susan.

Joe had finished his beer and decided it was time to move things along. He grasped the back of Susan’s head and started pounding into her mouth like a horny jackhammer. She gagged and sputtered as his balls repeatedly slapped against her chin and her nose was pressed into his thick patch of pubic hair. Just when she was sure she’d suffocate he began to cum deep in her throat. She might have gagged that down but Joe seemed to take perverse pleasure in cumming on, not in, his victim. He pulled out spurting over her face, hair, and neck. Susan was near tears and wanted desperately to wipe her face but with a great effort her hands still remained crossed behind her back.

Erica came over to examine her more closely. She tugged on the crotch rope, then smiled at the nipple clamps lifting the chain and giving it a tug. She squatted down by the slave. Erica looked with disgust at Susan’s semen splattered face.

"Mathew, get over here! I’ll not have her licking my pussy while she’s covered in some man's cum! Clean the slut up for me, and be quick about it."

Mathew knelt before the poor abused woman and began to lick her face clean. Susan shuddered, blinking back tears; this was the sweetest thing that had happened to her since before the party started tonight. His cat like tongue worked its way across her lips, her chin, and her cheeks, even following the strands of semen into her hair. When he started working down her neck she was definitely presenting her breasts to him, pushing them up toward him and he delicately licked away the traces of sprayed ejaculate. Susan panted with renewed desire. Before he could lavish any more attention on them his Mistress intervened.

"Enough you worthless slut." She said.

It was unclear which of the two she was reprimanding. But Mathew scuttled away on his hands and knees. His own cock betrayed him and his Mistress glowered at his stiff erection.

"You faithless little prick. After all I’ve done for you you’d want to dip your little cock in that worthless slut!" She was smiling as she said it but Mathew hardly noticed. He was in terror, scuttling back to his Mistress he groveled at her feet licking her booted feet.

Erica picked up the crop and laid half a dozen lazy strokes across Matthew’s upturned bottom as he alternated between yelps and boot licking.

Erica turned to Roger crop still in hand. "What about your little bitch? Shall I give the little slut a taste of the crop?"

Susan turned her eyes toward her Master while he seemed to weigh the remark. "I think you’re a little eager Erica. I’ll make sure she feels your present before the evenings over but for now why don’t you just relax and enjoy her talented tongue." Susan was relived but dare not show it.

"You spoil her you know. If you’d let me have her for a week I’d show you how well trained a slut she could be"

Roger smiled at Erica but said nothing. Erica grunted seeming somewhat put off. There were people who paid a lot of money for what she was offering Roger; he didn’t seem to appreciate that. Mathew was still worshiping her boots but she pushed him backward with a raised foot and then advanced on the cowering Susan.

Erica stood in front of Susan for a few moments then her foot began tapping impatiently. Susan was puzzled. The woman’s skirt hung to mid thigh and she’d made no move to lift it. Mathew knelt behind his Mistress, he was trying to give silent instruction bowing his head and making licking motions with his tongue as if pantomiming a puppy.

Susan didn’t understand. She leaned forward and tried to lick the woman’s thigh.

"Jez! Roger haven’t you taught the bitch anything?" Erica yelped as she jumped back from the kneeling Susan.

"I’m afraid we’re a little less formal around here and I’m not really into foot worship." Roger explained.

"Now Sue be a good girl and say you’re sorry. Then ask if you can lick her boots. If you do a real good job She might allow you to lick her someplace else."

After apologizing she was granted permission to clean the Mistress’s boots and she lavished attention on the shiny black leather striving desperately to please the woman. After almost ten minutes Erica hiked up her skirt and sat on the edge of the coffee table spreading her legs and ordering Susan to begin.

Susan was a little hesitant at first, frightened and intimidated by the woman’s authority and wanting desperately to please Erica and by doing so please her own Master. She began by tentatively licking her way up Erica’s thigh before running her tongue teasingly along the length of Erica’s slowly parting lips. Mathew knelt beside his Mistress looking very distressed, Roger tried to hand him a beer but he didn’t take it and it sat ignored on the coffee table. His eyes didn’t leave his Mistress’s face as she softly gasped closing her eyes she seemed to be purring as Susan’s tongue worked its magic delicately strumming back and forth across Erica’s thickening nether lips.

The Mistress had no patience for such delicate niceties, grabbing hold of Susan’s ears she pressing herself against the startled captive rubbing and grinding against her mouth as Sue tirelessly stroked with her tongue.

That was the scene the Anderson’s walked into. Susan hadn’t even heard the doorbell.