Raquel and her foot slave invited me to a massive play party.
The space was beautiful. Four stages, two dance floors, colored light everywhere.
My Dom had to work one of the stages.
I was overwhelmed by all the costumes, the music.
Thankfully, Raquel gave me something to do. She instructed me to give her foot slave a lap dance. I didn’t feel confident, but I did it anyway. He was very handsome so that helped some.
Afterward, she instructed him to rub my feet, and also to kiss my legs wherever she placed the tip of her riding crop.
My Dom mostly ignored me. He’d only briefly glanced over while Raquel’s slave and I were working each other.
Earlier, when she had asked him if he liked the outfit she’d picked out for me, he told her it was something she would wear.
We watched him play with a very thin woman whose body moved as if begging for it. He whacked her ass so hard. Solid. And he used two different sets of floggers on her.
Her date was sitting in the chair across from them the entire time. I wondered what he was thinking, feeling. Was he jealous? Aroused? Both? Neither?
Later in the evening, I couldn’t find Raquel so I asked my Dom if he knew where she’d gone.
He grabbed me by the hair and said, “There is something you’re not understanding.”
The fear was instant and cold, but it felt like it could split me open.
He forced me to kneel in a chair, wedged his thigh between mine, and spanked me while he held my hair.
When Raquel returned, he had me tell her that the three of us were going to play.
With her slave’s help, she latched me to a cross. The blindfold was loose, but she said not to worry about it.
I couldn’t relax my breathing.
She was gentle – scratching her nails up and down, pressing her lower body into my backside.
She asked if I was wearing underwear, if I was shaved or waxed, if I would be okay with her pulling up my dress.
The snap of a bullwhip from another scene made me jumpy.
She fed me an ice cube and slipped another one into my underwear, but I didn’t have time to appreciate the sensation. She was gone and he was there and I was screaming.
He hit harder than he ever had been before.
I got used to it enough to stop screaming, but after awhile, I couldn’t stop my body from quivering.
He and Raquel uncuffed me and unzipped my dress until it was off entirely.
He made sure my blindfold was on well, tied my arms behind my back, and bound me – neck to crotch – to a horse.
The feeling of vulnerability escalated beyond what I could handle. I grit my teeth in resentment.
Some woman started stroking me. I knew it wasn’t Raquel. This woman squeezed my breasts and pinched my nipples. Started rubbing me through my underwear.
He whipped my breasts, my thighs, slapped my face.
I heard Raquel tell him that she needed to get some air.
When it was over, he told the other woman to untie me. It took awhile because she stopped to hug me again and again, trying for aftercare.
Once I was free, I took off the blindfold and glared at him.
Then he told me to approach these two women to ask if they liked my “show.”
With or without clothes?
“Just as you are,” he said.