It’s Master and Servants week-end at the members only sex club and tonight is the Master’s Ball.

Inside the mansion, where the party raged beneath us, my boyfriend, Greg was ready to go, but was I was still fidgeting with the impossibly tight shiny black PVC bustier dress with a silver snaps down the front that Greg brought for me to wear. My waist was snatched in so tight I could barely breathe. My boobs were mashed up into two high sitting globes of flesh but damn, it gave me an hourglass figure. I finger fluffed my hot curled brunette hair before pulling up the bustier which threatened to expose my boobs.

I said, “It’s so tight.”

“It’s supposed to be tight. So we can see that sweet ass of yours.”

He slapped my shiny black ass which sent me teetering in my high hooker heels.

“Sit,” he said.

I did. He put my collar around my neck and buckled it closed. I looked up into his serious face.

He said, “You are to address me as ‘master’. Understood?”

I giggled before answering as told. “Yes, master.”

“You’re mine tonight. Only mine, you got it?”

“Yes, master.”

“I’m the only one who’s fucking you.”

“Yes, master.”

He unzipped his pants and pulled out his semi-hard dick.

“Open,” he said.

I opened my mouth and he placed his stirring manhood inside my mouth. I felt it harden as he slid it back and forth over my tongue, steadying himself with his hands on top of my head.

He said, “You taste that? This is the only dick that goes in your mouth. You’ll do what I say. Understand?”

He pulled his cock from my mouth and I answered, “Yes, master.”

“Good,” he said.

He put his cock back in his pants before attaching a small link metal leash onto my collar.

He gave it a playful jerk saying, “Come on, babe. Let’s go party.” We left our bedroom and locked the door. Greg took the house key on a maroon tassel and wound it around my wrist, to wear like a bracelet, before we followed the music to the stairs. My mouth dropped at the scene below. A crowd of party goers in outrageous outfits filled the foyer, mixing and mingling with drinks in their hands as they made their way to explore the rooms of themed decadence. We sauntered down the stairs all sexy like, and waited for security at the stair’s base to draw back the velvet rope separating the upstairs’ guest rooms from the party. Our little club of twenty guests had swelled to over one hundred strangers with more arriving by Uber and cab. Doms led their scantily dressed slaves around by leashes. Mistresses of all sizes were dressed in black had male slaves dressed in Speedos walking or crawling on leashes beside their domme’s side. I passed a woman wearing a bunch of belts as a skimpy dress, her ass cheeks jiggling as she made her way to one of the bars. A hairy bear of a man in black leather pants brushed by me as he led a skinny dude dressed in a full leather body suit and a gimp mask with a closed zipper mouth being by the leash. There were women in French maid outfits. And those were the tame ones. One girl passed me with the words ‘CUM SLUT’ written across her forehead with a magic marker.

We approached the mysterious, infamous Play Pen. It was designated with a sign posted at the top of the basement stairs which read, ‘Abandon All Hope’ with an arrow pointing down the stairs. Greg took my leash and led me down to the dungeon, better known as Dante’s first ring of sodomy hell. The basement, a finished recreation room had been turned into a dark, intimate orgy room lit by well-placed white cylinders of electric candles. The place smelled of new plastic and the pungent funk of sex. Sheets covered bean bags and couches, and baskets of condoms and lube were placed on nearby tables. People had paired off and were having oral sex and fucking in dark corners while others made out on couches in the shadows. Rugged groans and passionate moans flowed from dark.

Greg tugged my leash and we walked over to a girl in a sex swing surrounded by four guys. We sipped our drinks as we watched a blind folded busty blonde woman in her thirties restrained on the black leather seat suspended from the ceiling by chains get fucked by a muscular guy with hairy chest. The chains jangled under the ferocity of his thrusts as he rammed the woman’s pussy with audible smacks of skin on skin. I found myself getting aroused, turned on by the sound of skin slapping skin.

A cheer from behind me made me look over my shoulder to the crowd surrounded a pool table lit by an overhead billiard lights. Through the shadowy bodies, I saw a red headed girl with pale skin lying on the table. Her legs split were up in the air, held there by a masked man pounding her tight hole while others watched, stroking their hard cocks as they waited for their turn. The masked man shoved his dick into her balls deep and he growled as he came before withdrawing from young woman. Her inner thighs glistened with cum and lube. He let her legs fall off the table’s edge before the next guy, a black dude, walked up between his thighs and raised her legs to expose his rosy pink gash. He prodded it with his curved nine inch dick until it found its way in. An older bald man stuck his tongue in her ear.

He kept saying, “Take it for daddy. Take it for daddy.”

I wanted to touch myself, to masturbate until I came. I turned to Greg still fixated on the sight of the blonde with the bouncing breasts getting banged in the sex swing.

“Master, I have to use the bathroom.”

Too mesmerized by the sight of the girl getting fucked in the swing, Greg simply let go of my hand.

“Sure, go, go.”

Totally worked up, my inner thighs now slick, I walked away to cool down. My leash bounced against my half exposed breasts as I slinked through the groups of people watching sex acts. I tromped up the stairs out of the basement and through the crowd to the stairs where security let me through to my room. I simply peed and cleaned myself up between my legs, now cool enough to the point where I no longer yearned to rub out a quick orgasm. I returned downstairs but before I headed back down to the basement to find Greg, I stopped off at the bar outside the dance room for another drink. Between the sexy music, the anything goes atmosphere and all the bondage gear, I felt like pouncing on someone. I wanted to be a domme. It was then that I saw her, the girl sipping a club soda two people down the bar. She had dark hair like me but instead of being dressed in black, as ninety nine percent of the people were wearing, she was dressed a white tube top and tight white bell bottom pants. She looked like a lamb.

She didn’t have on a collar and I didn’t recognize her as a guest in the house. She was just standing there, this young thing younger than I, waiting for someone to take advantage of her. I grabbed my drink and sidled up beside her. She was much shorter than I but had bigger boobs.

Above the music, I said, “Hi.”

“Hi.”

She looked up at me. Such a pretty face with pillowy pink lips big brown eyes topped with black lashes. Her fine gold necklaces flashed against her pretty tanned skin. I want to be her.

I asked, “What’s your name?”

“Gina.”

“Where’s your date?”

“I don’t know. He disappeared.”

I took her by the hand. Hesitant, she didn’t resist. Her limp hand remained in my grip.

I said, “House rules say that if you don’t have a collar on or not with your master, you’re house property.”

“Oh, oh, okay.”

I couldn’t believe she was naïve enough to believe that. I took her by the hand and with our drinks in hand, I led Gina to the stairs. Security stepped aside to let us pass. She was impressed.

“Do you live here?” she asked.

“Naw. I just have privileges.”

I unlocked our door and brought her inside before closing it behind me. Except for the bass beat thumping up from the floor, the room was completely quiet. I set down my drink before approaching her. She waited in wide eyed anticipation. I took the drink from her hand and set it down then yanked down her top. Her gold necklaces landed between her caramel tipped boobs. She looked at me with questioning eyes. We exchanged no words. I tweaked her nipples with my fingers and pulled her closer to me. I gently squeezed her natural tits. Her breath was warm on my neck. Then I placed my hands upon her shoulders and with my eyes locked upon her, I firmly forced her to kneel. She put up no resistance as she dropped to one knee and then the other. I pulled my tight dress up over my butt, sat on the bed and spread my legs. I had no panties on.

I snarled, “Eat my pussy.”

She stared at the naked pussy, then up at me. I gave her a serious look like a mean girl who just trapped a freshman in the bathroom. She returned her gaze to my sex before she wrapped her hands around my butt, and leaned in to lick me. Her little tentative tongue parted my pussy lips and probed until it found my swollen clit on which she started to suck as though it were her new obsession.

I growled, “Suck it like a good girl. That’s my good girl.”

It felt so good. Then the little fox used her fingers to pry open my lips where she pressed her face all the way in. My hips involuntarily bucked my pelvis against her muffled face as her tongue hit my sweet spot time and time again. She knew what she was doing.

“Yeah, baby,” I hissed before sucking in breath.

My hands dug into her silky hair and I fell back against the bed as she gave my now exposed clit a thorough licking. Already aroused by everything I’ve just seen, it didn’t take long and I gasped as I began to cum. I clutched her head to me so tightly, I wondered if she could breathe. Her tongue moved quicker, urgent to send me over the edge.

“Fuck!” I yelled as a torrent of spasms vibrated throughout my loins.

Her hair rubbed between my thighs before I let her go. Gina kept her head in my crotch, gently flicking little loving tongue across my pussy in total devotion. She looked so hot. I gently pushed her from my too sensitive clit and closed my legs. I stood and pulled my dress down before helping her to her feet. Then I kissed her, tasting myself on her tongue. I led her to the bathroom where we fixed our faces, she washing off the crusting fluids around her lips with a dampened wash towel.

After putting on her lipstick, she asked, “What’s your name?”

I held up the tag on my collar for her to read.

“Stella,” she said.

We both left the room, going back downstairs where I let go of her hand. She drifted off into the crowd as I made my way to the warm and stuffy basement where I left Greg. He was still watching the woman in the leather sex swing getting pegged, this time by an athletic mistress with a black pixie cut hair with a big purple strap-on. The woman had a demonic red lipped smile as she slowly pumped the ten inch dildo in and out of the blonde. It was so lurid. Greg finally noticed my return.

He asked, “Where have you been?”

I’m the worst liar so I don’t lie. “I was with a girl, master.”

He gave me a curious look.

“Did you eat her or she eat you?”

“She ate me.”

“And I wasn’t there to watch?”

“Sorry, master.”

It dawned on me that I had unwittingly given him a reason to punish me. He took me by my leash and led me to a leather padded wooden A-shaped sawhorse which had buckled leather restraints at the base of it four legs.

He said, “Bend over.”

I resisted, afraid of what would come next, but he yanked my leash down.

“Bend over.”

“Yes, master.”

I bent over the padded top, resting my stomach and breast upon it before letting my arms hang down. My hair fell over me as I head hung over the edge. Greg nudged my legs open with his feet. My ankles wobbled in the unsteady heels as he buckled my ankles to the wooden legs. He walked around and alternated between smiling in my face and looking down at his job as he buckled my wrist into the leather cuff.

He said, “You’ve been a bad servant. You must be punished.”

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