Chapter 14
Party to the End
As a submissive, everything that I do, or happens to me, is always safe, sane and consensual.
Everyone here at this party had just spent the last couple of hours fucking, sucking and doing everything possible that floats their boats. They had aching bodies, sore pussies, sore arses, bruised cocks and emptied testicles. It was intermission time, a time to reset, make friends, and shift the intimacy from purely physical to being more of an emotional connection. It was a time to create friendships, to learn and realise the person you were robotically fucking is a real human, with real feelings, and a real life.
The idle time before the fucking starts is supposed to achieve that, but it never does. People arrive, nervous, anxious, too frightened to say anything. It’s hard for people to relax in such an atmosphere, knowing it won’t be long before they expect themselves to perform like some porn star. There’s a lot of pressure on individuals, but it's all self-imposed.
This much-needed intermission was fantastic. We all mingled around the bar, drinks in one hand and food in the other. We conversed with each other, learned about the person we just had sex with, discussed the likes and dislikes of the afternoon's events, and even shared jokes and stories. The atmosphere was great; it was a great way to rein in the intimacy, a way to bring feelings into the fun.
Today’s party had gone well so far. It had been incredibly intense; people were respectful of each other, and nothing ever got out of hand. Everyone by this stage was well and truly naked.
Melanie and I were the only women at the party without partners, and we were both inundated with offers from various men who wanted to meet later, take us on holidays, or go out for dinner. I was surprised that these married men must have lonely marriages. As much as I would’ve liked to, I politely turned down their offers and thanked them. I felt humbled and flattered at the same time. But I was never going to be the person who fucked up someone’s marriage, no matter how bad it was.
I think the intermission went for at least an hour. At least two or three couples had left already. I think a few of the men may have snuck away. I hadn’t been upstairs to see if anyone was fucking in the guest bedrooms. If the numbers had dwindled, it would not have been more than 25%.
They kept the pool room closed all afternoon. The nights here in the countryside often drop into single digits, but it's warm to hot throughout the day. The pool room was very warm. The pool and jacuzzi heating were extremely efficient.
Still wearing my wrist and ankle cuffs, I slipped into the jacuzzi. It was a 12-person jacuzzi. Six underwater lounges were built into the base. I slipped my aching body into one of these lounges. The water jets and bubbles soothed my aching body, massaging my muscles and spraying up between my legs and arse. I leaned back with my head against the side, eyes closed, feeling the bubbles tickling my sphincter and vagina.
About 10 minutes later, I sensed others entering the water around me. I kept my eyes closed, enjoying the sensations, enjoying the arousal the water movement created. Suddenly, several hands began touching me, stroking me. Two of the men I had been chatting with during the intermission were in the water beside me. They each had an arm under my body, their other hands stroking my body and thighs. As their hands explored my body, I felt them begin to open my thighs wider.
“Laura!” I heard. I opened my eyes to find Master Allan kneeling beside the jacuzzi, his arm extended.
He didn’t need to say anything else. I slowly raised both arms over my head. He immediately locked the wrist cuffs together and fixed them to the floor behind my head—the sudden helplessness and vulnerability caused my arousal to peak.
By now, the men on either side of me had my legs spread wide apart, their spare hands stroking over my inner thighs, breasts and brushing over my vagina. They took their time, not hurried in any way. I wasn’t going anywhere, nor were they; they had all night. My nipples were as hard as rock, the bubbles becoming ever more apparent as they brushed my vagina with every passing minute.
I continued keeping my eyes closed, taking in every feeling, every touch, every moment. I was becoming increasingly aroused. Whenever one of their hands got close to touching my aroused slit, I thrust my hips up slightly, advertising I wanted more.
The men held my legs lightly; their grip tightened instantly at the thought of my thighs closing. My legs were being restrained, not with rope or chains, not straps, but with two muscular arms wrapped around each lower leg.
I moaned the moment their index fingers traced the crease between my vulva and my thigh. Oh, fuck, it felt amazing. I bucked my hips, wanting more. They weren’t going to give me anything yet; they were forcing me to wait, to endure. How long before I’d be begging?
I felt something at my lips. It felt familiar. I opened my mouth and accepted the gag. My eyes closed as it was buckled tightly behind my head. I was so aroused, in such bliss, I just wanted to feel and not analyse.
The hands between my legs never touched my slit; instead, they expertly spread and held open my vulva. The bubbles and water jets rubbed and sprayed my inner labia. I was on the edge of orgasm; the men knew it. They didn’t care. I was theirs as long as they wanted me.
The man on the left leaned in and gently kissed me on the lips. I immediately reacted like a repressed nymphomaniac, desperately wanting more. He pulled back and repeated his gentle approach. I kissed him gently and passionately, tasting him, savouring him, praying he would give me more.
Then the man on the right leaned in and kissed me the same way. Holding back my desperation, I kissed him back.
Their fingers worked as a team, spreading and holding my bald vulva wide open, holding it to ransom, holding me on the edge; my entire body was at their mercy.
They took it in turns kissing me, and each time became increasingly passionate. Their fingers were beneath the water, holding my vulva in a constant state of hostage.
I tested the restraints on my arms. I was helpless. The moment I went to close my legs, the muscled arms opened my thighs even wider.
I was beginning to feel like I was floating. I felt limp, helpless, powerless to everyone and my surroundings. It was an almost out-of-body experience. I was drugged up with arousal. I wanted to lie there in total relaxation and do nothing except feel my surroundings. I was a prisoner to my own body; my body was in charge, and right now it had me locked in solitary confinement, and I was loving every single moment of it.
I felt something slowly push between my thighs. It gently ran its hands along my thighs as it drew closer. Fingers still held my vulva open. Amongst the bubbles and hot water jets, something pressed at the entrance of my vagina.
I relaxed my body completely, waiting, not expecting, feeling and inviting, just giving in. It began to penetrate me, impale me. First, it was just an inch, then another, and another. I relaxed even more, as it slid slowly deeper into me. Oh, fuck this felt amazing, something completely new and different.
It began to fuck me, rhythmically, not like a robot, but something meaningful, something with emotion. I briefly opened my eyes to see the third person I’d been chatting with. I smiled and closed my eyes again to feel what was happening.
The pleasure was intense, my arousal the highest it had ever been. But I felt paralysed. I wasn’t reacting like that frenzied nymphomaniac in the way that I normally did. I was helpless, giving myself to whatever wanted to take it. The pleasure was the same, but this time, I was submitting, surrendering my mind and body.
I was continually fucked, orgasms continued to come one after another. Not ones making my body convulse uncontrollably, but ones making my vaginal muscles clamp tightly and my mind spin. They felt euphoric.
The men alongside continually took turns kissing me erotically and passionately. Even when they swapped positions to have their turn to use my body, my legs never closed. My wrists restrained, legs wide apart, I was bombarded by hot water jets and bubbles. I felt like I had died and gone to heaven.
The three men held me, fucked me, stroked me and kissed me for hours. The bondage and the jacuzzi grounded me; the men took me to a place I’d struggle to ever find on my own. They loved it and so did I.
Eventually, at the end of the night. I opened my eyes, and the three men were gone. In fact, everyone was gone. The water jets and the bubbles had stopped a long time ago. My body, legs spread open, floated in the warm water. My bound wrists still held me from sinking.
Master Allan had detached my wrists from the attachment point on the floor. With an outstretched arm, he said, “Laura, it’s time to go to bed and get some rest.”
He carried me to his bedroom. When he reached the end of the bed, he set my feet back on the ground. He opened the steel-barred door of the cage beneath his bed. He didn’t need to say anything; I already knew what he expected. I crawled in through the opening, got beneath the blanket, and cuddled up to Melanie, who was already fast asleep.
By the time Master Allan locked the cage door, I was almost asleep too.
It had been the perfect night.
The End.
