a short story, continuing the saga of Master and his slave.. it contains sexual content of sorts.. so beware and some tickling.
It was the night of the bi-monthly poker party at my Master's home. He would invite many of his friends and a few of these friends sometimes brought along their slaves to serve drinks, snacks, and the like. I had never attended the poker game before, but tonight Master informed me that not only would i be attending, but that i would be the main attraction.
I had been a bit sassy to Master earlier in the week, and he was pissed off at me, and had disallowed any orgasms for the entire week, keeping me in various sorts of bondage, and teasing me constantly to the point of orgasm, but never allowing me to go over the edge. No matter how i pleaded and begged, Master would not listen, and even a few times gagged me, in order, to quote Master, "To not hear any sass from you my naughty little slave."
So needless to say i was a bit frustrated and horny as hell. I was upstairs preparing for the party when Master entered the bedroom.
"Slave, hurry up and get downstairs on the double. I want you prepared before the guests arrive. Remember not a thing on your body, but those five-inch black high heels which i bought you earlier today" Master ordered, smiling to himself at a plan simmering in his handsome, devious head.
"Yes, Master". I replied, wondering what that smile indicated, and prepared for anything
I hurried and stepped into the highheels, put a bit of make-up on, and placed a wide black collar around my neck. I then proceeded down the stairs, into the playroom. Master had set up the poker table and i could see he was expecting several guests.
"Come here my slave, i need to prepare you for the night's festivities." Master said.
I immediately walked over to him, looking up quickly into his fascinating eyes to see if i could garner anything from the expression. But Master remained expressionless, probably realizing what i was about.
"Give me your wrists." Master then replied.
i silently gave him my wrists and he placed them in leather cuffs with attachments that had rings on the ends. Then he pulled each wrist up over my head and hooked the ring's into ceiling hooks, which hung down enough to reach , then he pulled tight at the chains around those hooks, stretching my arms up and out tightly. Next he took my ankles and strapped each to rings in the floor, also using leather cuffs with attachments and spreading my legs wide. He pulled at these chains also, straining my legs stretched as far as they could go.
"Now, my slave, for a final touch, i don't wish you to see or speak to the guests tonight."
And with that he placed some panties in my mouth and duct-taped it into place, wrapping the tape round my head a few times. Next he brought out a headhood, which he pulled down over my entire head, with holes for my nose, thus making me sightless as well as speechless.
There i was, tied tightly in a spread-eagle position, gagged and blindfolded, nude and vulnerable, and only inches away from the poker table. I tried to move a bit, but Master had tied me very tightly, and i could only wiggle just a little.
Soon i heard the ringing of the door-bell, followed by the laughter and greetings of , what seemed to me, to be at least twenty some odd people, both males and females. I heard the footsteps getting closer and knew that soon these guests would be in the room, with me tied there open and helpless. I blushed, i couldn't help it, i still am a bit shy about being around Master's guests and friends totally nude, while they in turn are always fully dressed. I could hear men laughing as they entered.
"Well, what have we here". I heard one man say.
"My slave has been a sassy slave this week, so i thought it would be a good idea for her to join the poker party tonight" I recognized the sexy voice of my Master.
"Ahhh, a sassy slave is a bad, bad slave." Purred a female voice. "If my slave sassed me like that, she would be severly punished" continued the female.
"Don't worry, Cassandra, my slave has been punished and has promised never to sass her Master again." replied my Master.
They all laughed at that, which made me blush again in humiliation. I then heard chairs scraping and realized the guests were all sitting down to begin their poker game. As they passed by me, they would occasionally touch or lightly tickle a place on my body, making me squeal behind my hood, and wiggle as little as i could. Throughout the game, i would feel a touch here and there, as some unknown hand would tease anywhere on my body they wanted to touch, knowing i was helpless to resist. At one time, i even felt a rough man's hand teasing around my pussy. He laughed and i heard him say..
"This slave of yours is a little slut, B______, you should feel how wet she is."
Everyone laughed at that, which only added to my humiliation. The guests would continue to tickle me in various places as the game progressed and i never knew where or when this would happen, and i would squeal, giggle or moan, depending on where the touch was.
"Cassandra and Fred, would you mind allowing your two slaves the opportunity to play with my little slave?" My Master requested.
"Of course" they both replied, at the same time motioning to their slaves to come over.
Cassandra's slave was a tall gorgeous redhead, about five feet eleven. Fred's slave on the other hand was short, not much taller than myself, being five four, a voluptuous brunette with sexy curves. Both slaves wore the traditional collar, and both wore very short sundresses with high heels. Each slave in her own right was drop dead gorgeous and also very adept at pleasuring other women.
I gasped behind my hood as i felt lips kissing my neck. At the same time, i could feel a body pressing up against my own, and fingers gliding over my upper torso. Both women slaves were teasing me everywhere, tickling all over my vulnerable body, making me giggle and squirm and also moan with pleasure. I felt tongues circling and tickling around my underarms, which is always a very sensitive area for me. Also, fingers tickling and lightly touching my hips and lower stomach. Both slaves kept this up for a very long time, alternating kissing my neck, licking at my nipples, tickling all around my upper body. I was squirming and begging, but all anyone could hear were muffled sounds, but the sight of my nude squirming body was making quite an impact on the male members of the poker party.
Suddenly i felt a tongue gliding ever so slowly down my lower stomach and reaching right above my clit, which i was sure was so engorged that everyone present could probably see it peaking out from the protective hood. The tongue teased around and around, but never actually touching the , by now, very wet clit. I found myself actually trying to thrust my hips out to try and make the tongue touch my clit or anywhere on my pussy.
"Slave," i faintly heard my Master's voice through all the exquisite torture i was receiving, "You need a cock in that sopping wet pussy, don't you agree?"
i nodded my head.
"Good, my slave. Matt here wants to fuck you with his nine-inch cock. i know you are tiny and tight there, but i order you to receive his cock. Matt , will you be so kind?" Master smiled at Matt, whose erection was very obvious to everyone present.
Matt unzipped his pants and everyone gasped at the size of his well-endowed member. All this time, the two slaves hadn't stopped the tickling and teasing of my upper body, keeping me on the edge , but never allowing me release. Suddenly i moaned aloud, as two huge hands grasped at my breasts, squeezing them hard. Then i felt something down at my pussy, and with one thrust, Matt entered me hard. I gasped with pain and pleasure, never in my life having had such a large cock. At the same time, the two slaves continued to tickle and tease me erotically, kissing my neck, my back, my legs. Matt began roughly thrusting in and out, growing even huger as he plundered my wet tight pussy. I found myself trying to thrust forward, even as i was moaning, giggling and laughing. These were sensations unlike anything i had felt before. The helplessness, the utter vulnerability, the fingers and lips everywhere, tickling and teasing me, and most importantly a huge cock filling me up. All this was leading to a very intense orgasm.
Suddenly i heard my Master's voice in my ear.
"Cum for me my slave. You have my permission to cum. That is an order."
Everything was building up and hearing my Master's voice in my ear was like the final straw. An orgasm erupted from me, even as i felt Matt's cock thrusting one more time and then i felt him cumming inside me, his semen mixing with mine.
"Very good, my slave" Master whispered in my ear. "You have pleased me very much, and tonight you will be rewarded after the party is over"
The game continued for a short while after, but everyone agreed that the highlight of this poker party was Master's slave.
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It was the night of the bi-monthly poker party at my Master's home. He would invite many of his friends and a few of these friends sometimes brought along their slaves to serve drinks, snacks, and the like. I had never attended the poker game before, but tonight Master informed me that not only would i be attending, but that i would be the main attraction.
I had been a bit sassy to Master earlier in the week, and he was pissed off at me, and had disallowed any orgasms for the entire week, keeping me in various sorts of bondage, and teasing me constantly to the point of orgasm, but never allowing me to go over the edge. No matter how i pleaded and begged, Master would not listen, and even a few times gagged me, in order, to quote Master, "To not hear any sass from you my naughty little slave."
So needless to say i was a bit frustrated and horny as hell. I was upstairs preparing for the party when Master entered the bedroom.
"Slave, hurry up and get downstairs on the double. I want you prepared before the guests arrive. Remember not a thing on your body, but those five-inch black high heels which i bought you earlier today" Master ordered, smiling to himself at a plan simmering in his handsome, devious head.
"Yes, Master". I replied, wondering what that smile indicated, and prepared for anything
I hurried and stepped into the highheels, put a bit of make-up on, and placed a wide black collar around my neck. I then proceeded down the stairs, into the playroom. Master had set up the poker table and i could see he was expecting several guests.
"Come here my slave, i need to prepare you for the night's festivities." Master said.
I immediately walked over to him, looking up quickly into his fascinating eyes to see if i could garner anything from the expression. But Master remained expressionless, probably realizing what i was about.
"Give me your wrists." Master then replied.
i silently gave him my wrists and he placed them in leather cuffs with attachments that had rings on the ends. Then he pulled each wrist up over my head and hooked the ring's into ceiling hooks, which hung down enough to reach , then he pulled tight at the chains around those hooks, stretching my arms up and out tightly. Next he took my ankles and strapped each to rings in the floor, also using leather cuffs with attachments and spreading my legs wide. He pulled at these chains also, straining my legs stretched as far as they could go.
"Now, my slave, for a final touch, i don't wish you to see or speak to the guests tonight."
And with that he placed some panties in my mouth and duct-taped it into place, wrapping the tape round my head a few times. Next he brought out a headhood, which he pulled down over my entire head, with holes for my nose, thus making me sightless as well as speechless.
There i was, tied tightly in a spread-eagle position, gagged and blindfolded, nude and vulnerable, and only inches away from the poker table. I tried to move a bit, but Master had tied me very tightly, and i could only wiggle just a little.
Soon i heard the ringing of the door-bell, followed by the laughter and greetings of , what seemed to me, to be at least twenty some odd people, both males and females. I heard the footsteps getting closer and knew that soon these guests would be in the room, with me tied there open and helpless. I blushed, i couldn't help it, i still am a bit shy about being around Master's guests and friends totally nude, while they in turn are always fully dressed. I could hear men laughing as they entered.
"Well, what have we here". I heard one man say.
"My slave has been a sassy slave this week, so i thought it would be a good idea for her to join the poker party tonight" I recognized the sexy voice of my Master.
"Ahhh, a sassy slave is a bad, bad slave." Purred a female voice. "If my slave sassed me like that, she would be severly punished" continued the female.
"Don't worry, Cassandra, my slave has been punished and has promised never to sass her Master again." replied my Master.
They all laughed at that, which made me blush again in humiliation. I then heard chairs scraping and realized the guests were all sitting down to begin their poker game. As they passed by me, they would occasionally touch or lightly tickle a place on my body, making me squeal behind my hood, and wiggle as little as i could. Throughout the game, i would feel a touch here and there, as some unknown hand would tease anywhere on my body they wanted to touch, knowing i was helpless to resist. At one time, i even felt a rough man's hand teasing around my pussy. He laughed and i heard him say..
"This slave of yours is a little slut, B______, you should feel how wet she is."
Everyone laughed at that, which only added to my humiliation. The guests would continue to tickle me in various places as the game progressed and i never knew where or when this would happen, and i would squeal, giggle or moan, depending on where the touch was.
"Cassandra and Fred, would you mind allowing your two slaves the opportunity to play with my little slave?" My Master requested.
"Of course" they both replied, at the same time motioning to their slaves to come over.
Cassandra's slave was a tall gorgeous redhead, about five feet eleven. Fred's slave on the other hand was short, not much taller than myself, being five four, a voluptuous brunette with sexy curves. Both slaves wore the traditional collar, and both wore very short sundresses with high heels. Each slave in her own right was drop dead gorgeous and also very adept at pleasuring other women.
I gasped behind my hood as i felt lips kissing my neck. At the same time, i could feel a body pressing up against my own, and fingers gliding over my upper torso. Both women slaves were teasing me everywhere, tickling all over my vulnerable body, making me giggle and squirm and also moan with pleasure. I felt tongues circling and tickling around my underarms, which is always a very sensitive area for me. Also, fingers tickling and lightly touching my hips and lower stomach. Both slaves kept this up for a very long time, alternating kissing my neck, licking at my nipples, tickling all around my upper body. I was squirming and begging, but all anyone could hear were muffled sounds, but the sight of my nude squirming body was making quite an impact on the male members of the poker party.
Suddenly i felt a tongue gliding ever so slowly down my lower stomach and reaching right above my clit, which i was sure was so engorged that everyone present could probably see it peaking out from the protective hood. The tongue teased around and around, but never actually touching the , by now, very wet clit. I found myself actually trying to thrust my hips out to try and make the tongue touch my clit or anywhere on my pussy.
"Slave," i faintly heard my Master's voice through all the exquisite torture i was receiving, "You need a cock in that sopping wet pussy, don't you agree?"
i nodded my head.
"Good, my slave. Matt here wants to fuck you with his nine-inch cock. i know you are tiny and tight there, but i order you to receive his cock. Matt , will you be so kind?" Master smiled at Matt, whose erection was very obvious to everyone present.
Matt unzipped his pants and everyone gasped at the size of his well-endowed member. All this time, the two slaves hadn't stopped the tickling and teasing of my upper body, keeping me on the edge , but never allowing me release. Suddenly i moaned aloud, as two huge hands grasped at my breasts, squeezing them hard. Then i felt something down at my pussy, and with one thrust, Matt entered me hard. I gasped with pain and pleasure, never in my life having had such a large cock. At the same time, the two slaves continued to tickle and tease me erotically, kissing my neck, my back, my legs. Matt began roughly thrusting in and out, growing even huger as he plundered my wet tight pussy. I found myself trying to thrust forward, even as i was moaning, giggling and laughing. These were sensations unlike anything i had felt before. The helplessness, the utter vulnerability, the fingers and lips everywhere, tickling and teasing me, and most importantly a huge cock filling me up. All this was leading to a very intense orgasm.
Suddenly i heard my Master's voice in my ear.
"Cum for me my slave. You have my permission to cum. That is an order."
Everything was building up and hearing my Master's voice in my ear was like the final straw. An orgasm erupted from me, even as i felt Matt's cock thrusting one more time and then i felt him cumming inside me, his semen mixing with mine.
"Very good, my slave" Master whispered in my ear. "You have pleased me very much, and tonight you will be rewarded after the party is over"
The game continued for a short while after, but everyone agreed that the highlight of this poker party was Master's slave.
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