Chapter - 13

The guests arrive – Let the swinging begin.

Everything that I choose to do sexually as a submissive is always safe, sane and consensual. I love every bit of it.

Melanie and I went into the kitchen to find Andre and see if he needed our help. He had his head down, busy making salads. “Hi Andre, how can we help you?” I asked.

He looked up in amazement at the sight of Melanie and me standing side by side. Both of us were dressed in our sexy dresses and high heels, collared, and wearing a butt plug with a bushy tail. He let out a little wolf whistle. “Oh my, you girls look amazing,” he said with a French accent.

“Yes, please, you can help,” he said enthusiastically. “Melanie, can you please carry the plates of prepared food down to the kitchen and BBQ area near the pool? Laura, can you go downstairs and please set up the bar with glasses all laid out, and unpack the boxes of alcohol sitting behind the bar?”

“Yes, Chef,” we shouted together, and started giggling like schoolgirls.

Andre rolled his eyes and smiled, tapped his knife handle on the countertop, and shouted, “Come on, quick!”

Melanie and I, still giggling, each picked up a plate of food and headed through the corridor to the garage, then descended those stairs instead.

Downstairs, a large trestle was set out for food. Melanie went back and forth, bringing the food down. I began unpacking and putting away all the boxes of wine, beer and spirits that were sitting behind the bar. I then laid out rows of plastic wine, beer and spirit glasses. I wasn’t sure how many people were coming here today, but Master decided it was best to use plastic glasses around this massive pool area.

I noticed a small dish sitting on the top of the bar with about 50 or more Viagra tablets. They were being presented like lollies. For some reason, when I saw things like that, I got a twitch of arousal between my legs.

I loved this area; it had a real resort feel. I loved the way it was laid out, with the tropical plants, the gymnasium, and the jacuzzi; I could easily live here. In fact, the entire house was amazing. I hoped I got the chance to enjoy this place more in the future.

When Melanie and I had finished our tasks for Andre, Master Allan took us back upstairs to get ready to meet the guests.

“Okay, ladies, our guests will be arriving soon. The mix will be mostly men, but quite a few women are coming as well. A couple will be unattached, and the others will be the wives of the men who have come here together. Every guest is married and has had health checks. They have all signed documents acknowledging the legal ramifications if they are found to be false. I know these people, and I also trust these people,” Master Allan explained and then went on, “so, basically, this is a swingers party.”

He paused for a moment, whilst Melanie and I looked at each other, then back at him.

“So, I suppose you’re both wondering what your roles are in this?” he asked.

We both nodded, and I said, “Yes, Master, we are. Can you please define it for us?”

“All right then, I want you to mingle with the guests, look after them with drinks if needed. I want you to enjoy yourselves. Fuck as often as you want, fuck whoever you want. Just have fun.

“Oh, Laura, I will be using you for a demonstration of bondage and discipline in front of the guests. Melanie, please feel free to join in anytime. I’ve also set up bondage restraints for people to use in the pool area, including the jacuzzi, the sauna and the gymnasium. The gymnasium also includes a couple of mattresses. Everyone has been told to wear swimwear. You two girls are probably the most overdressed here right now. I don’t imagine people's clothes will stay on that long.

“Do you girls have any questions?” he finished.

I tried hard to think of something, but nothing came to mind. “No, Master, I don’t,” I replied.

Melanie spoke up and asked, “What if someone wants to fuck away from the main crowd? Is there anywhere else we can go?”

“Good point, Melanie. I’d prefer that everyone fuck downstairs, but depending on how things work out, the guest bedrooms could be used,” he said.

“Oh, what about the two dogs?” I asked.

“They’re going to be kept in the garage. I have already put their bedding in there, along with food and water. Maybe, later in the night, when there's no food out, and things have died down a bit, they can come out and mix with everyone,” he replied. “Now, if you don’t have any more questions, head upstairs and greet the guests at the front door and escort them down here,” he instructed.

We both climbed the stairs toward the front door. “I don’t know about you, Mel, but I’m hanging out for some sex tonight,” I told her.

“Oh, fuck, me too,” she replied immediately. “I’ve been desperate for over a week.”

Within minutes, the first couple of carloads of guests arrived. “Hi, I’m Laura. Welcome to the party,” I told the first two men. “Follow me, please,” I said, leading them downstairs.

One of the men said, “Hey, Laura, love your tail.” I turned and smiled in appreciation.

As I headed back upstairs, I passed Melanie, escorting a couple downstairs. I smiled at them both.

Another husband and wife, along with two more men, were already at the front entrance. “Hi, I’m Laura. Welcome to the party, and if you please, follow me,” I requested.

I led them down the staircase to the pool area. Master Allan was meeting and greeting everyone, serving them drinks.

Back upstairs, more guests were arriving, a couple of women wearing coats. “Hi, I’m Laura. If you don’t mind, I can hang your coats on these hooks here.” 

They looked at each other and removed their coats, revealing beautiful, fit bodies. Both were wearing string bikinis. One of the women looked me up and down and said, “What a beautiful dress you’re wearing. Love the tail.”

I said, “Thank you very much. But I have a feeling I won’t be wearing it that long.”

Both women smiled at me. “Follow me, please,” I said, before leading them downstairs. Seeing these people arrive and thinking about the possibilities was increasingly arousing me. By the time I got back upstairs, five men stood in the entrance area.

“Hello, gentlemen, I’m Laura. Welcome to the party. If you please, follow me,” I said and led them to the pool area.

On the way down the staircase, one of the men spoke up and said, “Hey, Laura, you know what, I’d be happy to follow you anywhere and at any time.”

I paused on the stairs, looked at him, and winked. I smiled and replied, “Thanks.” The last few steps were filled with banter.

By the time the guests had all arrived, I estimated the number at around 30, plus or minus. Counting Melanie and me, there were 10 women here. Swinger parties always have the odds stacked in the men's favour. From experience, I have also discovered that not all men fuck at these parties; they’re happier sitting back watching everyone have the fun.

I closed and locked the front door; the strict arrival time for guests had passed. I turned to head back downstairs, and Master Allan appeared. “How are you going, Laura? Thanks for locking the door. I’m certain that everyone who said they would come is here already.”

“I’m fine, Sir. All the guests seemed pretty excited about being here,” I told him.

He leaned in and kissed me passionately. “Yes, they do. Are you ready for this demonstration? Everyone has been drinking and eating. We need to do this to bring a new level to the party.”

“Yes, Master, I am. What do you want me to do?” I asked.

“The entry code to my bedroom is 1379. Go there and wait for me, and I’ll be there soon,” he instructed.

I quickly went downstairs, opened his bedroom door, and stepped inside. I sat on the edge of his bed and waited.

About 10 minutes later, he came into the room. “I think we need to make this visually appealing and as sexy as hell to everyone in the room.”

He took a black dog mask from the chest of drawers. It came with a gag, dog ears, and a muzzle. It would go well with my collar and tail. “Here you go, Laura,” he said as he buckled the gag and mask onto my face.

I could see myself in the mirror; I looked like a human dog. My black hair highlighted the mask. After he buckled it behind my head, he locked my wrists in Velcro handcuffs behind my back. Instantly, I was becoming aroused. This was partially because I was becoming more vulnerable, but more so from knowing I was about to be marched in front of a crowd of people and used as Master wanted.

He clipped a leash onto my collar and asked, “Laura, are you ready?”

I nodded as if to say yes.

He led me out of his bedroom and slowly into the pool room. As he walked in, I was met with an instant wave of cheers, woofs, and whistles. The nerves and anxiety flooded through my body. At the same time, I felt a wave of intense vulnerability, which I thought was strange considering I was still dressed, probably more so than the guests.

Master Allan led me across the pool room towards the timber frame. He positioned me between the upright posts with my back to the guests. “Slave, spread your legs!” he instructed loudly.

I quickly spread my feet wide, waiting to see what would happen next.

Master Allan kicked at my inside legs, making me spread them wide apart. A few cheers came from the guests behind.

He locked wide Velcro cuffs around each ankle and attached them to chains on each post. Each time, he pulled my legs slightly wider. The cheers from the crowd behind showed their appreciation of my increasing vulnerability.

Master released my wrists from the handcuffs behind my back and locked each wrist into a single Velcro cuff. Using Velcro cuffs in this area of the house was ideal because they are waterproof and easy for other untrained people to use. He then attached each wrist to the short bits of chain hanging from the timber posts, so that my arms extended diagonally to the upright posts.

By the time he was finished, I was totally helpless, spread-eagled between the two posts.

I felt Master doing something at the small of my back. Suddenly, when he undid the big button, my dress opened. He lifted it off my head, so now I was completely naked apart from the mask, bushy-tailed butt plug and collar.

He rubbed his hand all over my body and then shouted out, “Ladies and gentlemen, before I punish this slave girl for insubordination, please feel free to come and inspect her more closely.”

A wave of cheers and comments rose from the guests. I heard people shuffling about. I closed my eyes behind the mask as guests moved about me. They felt close, even more so when their hands brushed my inner thighs, across my arse cheeks, down my back, over my breasts and squeezed my aroused nipples. The moment someone’s hand touched my vagina, I thrust my hips.

That was an automatic response from my body, offering itself to the guests, advertising to everyone that it was happy to take as much as it could get. On several occasions, a finger was inserted or traced through my soaked slit. Each time I moaned through the gag and moved my hips, hoping to get more. In no time at all, I was dribbling strings of arousal from between my legs,

Several of the guests squeezed or tugged my erect nipples. I was so fucking aroused, I was becoming increasingly desperate to be used.

Master left me up for inspection for at least 20 minutes. The guests were mingling around me, drinking, touching me, inspecting me. They touched me intimately, tasting me, checking for my reaction. Some even smacked my arse cheeks hard enough to make them sting. Even though the mask I wore had eye holes, I kept my eyes closed and leaned into the helplessness, letting their touches wash over me.

Eventually, Master returned and said, “I hope you took the chance to taste my slave. It’s time to discipline her.” Cheers and whistles came from the crowd behind.

“How do you think we should do it?” he yelled.

Many comments came from guests, suggesting what should and shouldn’t be done. He entertained the guests, and they loved it.

“I think this slave girl needs to be spanked, spanked hard!” he yelled. “What do you all think? Spank her hard?” he suggested to the alcohol-fuelled crowd watching me.

More cheers and whistles from everyone behind me.

“Okay, you all asked for it,” he told them.

More cheers and whistles. Master picked up a wide leather paddle and stroked it over my body. I was very aroused, and depending on where he touched me with it, he governed my body's reaction. The more I reacted, the louder the guests' cheers grew.

He rubbed the leather paddle over my bare arse cheek and said loudly, “Count!”

Moments later, I heard a whoosh and “SMACK” across my right arse cheek.

Amid the cheering, I screamed, “ONE.”

Another followed on the left arse cheek.

Again, amid the cheering, I screamed, “TWO.”

With each impact of the leather paddle across my arse, the heat rose as the muscles filled with blood and the pain lingered longer. Each impact increased not only the pain but also my arousal. Pain and arousal jostled for supremacy.

By the time we were getting towards 20, with 10 strikes on each buttock, I could feel arousal dribbling between my legs. I was on the verge of tears. Not tears of sadness, but tears where arousal and pain combine into something completely different.

“Volunteer, please!” Master Allan yelled out to the crowd. “Okay, John, come here, please.”

I heard footsteps shuffling as someone approached me. “John, have a close look and even a feel of how aroused Laura is.”

This person, called John, got so close to my dripping vagina that I felt his hot breath against me. He then ran his fingers through my wetness and scooped it, making my hips flinch at his touch. “Oh fuck!” he yelled. “She’s soaking wet,” he yelled excitedly to the crowd.

Another wave of cheers filled the pool area. Seconds later, I felt someone get into position on the floor in front of me, positioning themselves between my legs. They began sucking, licking and slurping my saturated slit. They were an expert at this, especially the way their tongue danced between my labia and around my clitoris.

Instantly, I flinched at the sudden arousal and the way they eagerly consumed my vagina. I could tell it was a woman by the way she held onto my hips, using her delicate hands to steady herself. Her tongue swirled into the entrance of my vagina, scooping and accumulating every drop of arousal I was leaking.

Oh my god, it was so fucking pleasurable. It didn’t take long before my body convulsed helplessly against the restraints, much to the pleasure of the crowd watching. I kept convulsing until the intense orgasm arrived, so intense that I squirted, soaking whoever was between my legs.

I took deep breaths while the crowd clapped and cheered behind me. I was panting from exhaustion. Suddenly, this woman held me as she stood, hugging me tightly. “Laura, it’s Melanie. Are you alright?” she asked, hugging and kissing my neck. I nodded yes. She unbuckled the gag and lifted it from my head enough to pop the gag from my mouth and kiss me passionately, giving me a chance to taste my own arousal.

The crowd cheered and whistled as we kissed for what felt like an eternity.

When Melanie finally broke away, she refastened the dog mask with the internal ball gag back onto my head. I noticed Master Allan take one of the several bottles of lube and a handful of condoms he was carrying and place them on the ground near my foot.

Several men began circling me like sharks. I noticed that by now most guests were naked or very close to it. Couples had already left with their chosen person and were fucking somewhere in the house.

One of the men picked up the bottle of lube and squirted some onto his hand. He smeared his hard cock completely and stepped behind me. I felt the tail from the butt plug get lifted out of the way so he could get clear access to my vagina. After a little jiggling and pulling me back into him by my hips, his cock slid effortlessly into me.

I let out a moan. His cock was long, and it curved up into me, rubbing against my G-spot along the way. As this guy fucked me from behind, another was in front of me, biting and sucking my nipples whilst rubbing my clitoris at the same time.

In less than a minute, I orgasmed. My entire body was shaking helplessly against the restraints as well as his grip. This was kept up for another 10 minutes or more, giving me several more orgasms.

When he was close to cumming he pulled out; at the same time, Master Allan appeared, holding onto a thick exercise mat from the gymnasium. 

“Hold on for a minute, guys. I am going to tie Laura into a new position where everyone can have some fun,” he informed them.

He released my wrist restraints from the spreadeagle position. Whilst I waited, I looked around to see what the others were doing in the room; it had become a sea of Viagra filled flesh. I noticed Melanie on a couch, tied on her back with her wrists and ankles together, and being fucked in her mouth and pussy at the same time.

He removed the butt plug from my arse. As he tried to pull the bulbous end out, my sphincter muscles fought back and resisted. It wasn’t until I could relax that it began to slide out, making me moan as it stretched open.

As he locked my wrists together behind my back, he leaned in close to my ear and whispered, “Don’t worry. It’s been stipulated that any anal sex here today must be protected with a condom. I forgot to tell you girls earlier.”

The moment my arse was free of that plug, I felt even more vulnerable. When the crowd mingled around me earlier, several tried to push a finger into my anus alongside the plug. The condom rule helped reduce some of my anxiety.

He clipped a rope through an eyelet mounted in the centre of the overhead beam and secured it to my wrist cuffs. He began pulling on the opposite end of the rope; each pull lifted my arms together behind my back. I was forced to bend over as my shoulders were stretched backward. When I was bent over enough to be fully exposed from behind, he tied off the rope to a point on the timber post.

Before walking away, he unbuckled the dog mask, giving access to my mouth. He ran his hand slowly down the centre of my back and over my arse cheeks and between my legs. He stroked up the back of my legs and slid his finger through my slit and over my sphincter as if to show how vulnerable I was.

The moment he walked off, the waiting men moved into position. A cock was pushed at my lips. I immediately took it into my mouth and began sucking eagerly. It tasted of cum and some other woman’s vagina.

Another guy stepped in behind me and slid his cock into my cunt. He began fucking me hard from behind. I was being filled at both ends simultaneously. I thought I was in heaven. Whoever I was sucking or fucking was helping to support me with their hands. The moment the guy stopped fucking my pussy, another stepped in and shoved his condom covered cock into my arse. The men stopped fucking just before they reached the point of cumming. They rested and started over again. I was tasting a lot of precum and some cum, which had leaked. The men at this party were here for a long session.

I have no idea how many times my pussy, arse and mouth had been fucked in this position, but my limbs were becoming numb. Master Allan finally came and released me from these restraints, but kept my wrists fastened together behind my back. “Time for a change of scenery, Laura,” he said, leading me over to the gymnasium. “I think you can do better than having only two holes filled at the same time,” he said, as an instruction.

‘Yes, Master, thank you. I will try,” I replied.

Upon entering the gym, the smell of sex hung in the air. There was a large group inside, mostly men watching or participating as two other women were gang-banged on two of the three mattresses.

As soon as the men watching saw me, they immediately switched their attention. Master led me to the third mattress, which wasn’t in use. Before anything happened, one of the men from the group quickly got down on the mattress, lying on his back with his hard cock standing to attention. “Ah, good. Looks like you have something to sit on now, Laura,” he said, smiling.

I immediately straddled the guy as Master helped me down on top. I needed assistance with my wrists locked together behind my back. With my thighs spread apart, the man guided me down onto his cock. As it slid deep into me, I moaned loudly. He was quick to hold me by my waist and begin fucking me.

Another guy stood in front of my face and pushed his cock into my mouth. I began to suck it as eagerly as I could. A third guy pulled a condom over his cock and covered it with lube. He shuffled awkwardly behind me and pushed his cock deep into my arse.

The feeling of having all three holes filled with cock at the same time was completely overwhelming. Moments later, I orgasmed hard. All three of my holes squeezed and clamped whatever was stuffed inside them. My entire body shook and shuddered, making the three men hold position until the orgasm passed.

The fucking and sucking continued again until the next orgasm arrived. There was a constant line of participants; the moment one cock finished, it was replaced immediately with another. This continued until after dark. Some of the men ejaculated in my mouth, even though they tried hard not to. My body was filled with or covered with lubrication; it didn’t matter whether it came from a bottle or out of someone's cock.

By this stage, it felt like I was having a constant orgasm. There was no start or stop line between them. The pleasure was surreal; it was constant, my body craved it, demanded it. I had lost control of my body by this stage. My mind had become a hostage to it, and so had the men, even if they thought they were in control.

Eventually, Master Allan called for everyone to stop, to have a break, an intermission for food and drinks. This gave Melanie and me a chance to go and clean ourselves up in Master Allan’s shower. My body was aching; my pussy and arse also needed a moment to recover.

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