Stacy in the Stocks – Mff – Bondage

The party was large. A select group of select kinky people. A sex party. An orgy. A no holds barred kink fest. About 60 of us. I won’t dive into the details as it would take paragraphs. They are real, they are still active and the only reason I would ever think about moving back to that city.

Stacy and I were dressed to the 9’s for it, the annual charity party. I in a rented tux with a black domino. Her in something that barely deserved the title little black dress. Her lovely large breasts ready to pop out of it and the skirt so low that no one had to ask “is she wearing panties?” The answer, as almost always, was no. Her high heels made her legs and ass look lovely and the only with the black matching domino and wicked smile, it wasn’t hard to see why she still holds a special place in my heart.

Forget her body, forget her face, forget her insane libido. She was wild. She was unstoppable. She was mine. A force of nature. A woman who would only submit when she thought it was rightly deserved. Who made me prove myself over and over. Who, once I had her loyalty, served me horribly as a sub but as a switch but always had my pleasure in mind. She would take orders, painfully, you could force her to submit, which she desired, but left to her own devices she continued to lead me, almost dominate me, into some of the craziest sexual situations and relationships I have ever had.

I sat next to her at that party, having already lost the game. There were only 3 players left at the poker table. The table being made of three nude subs, two men and a women, lashed together at the arms and legs, to serve as the playing space. We sat in small chairs, those of us who were out, like me watch, most like me, had a submissive at hand, though Rob, the host and a switch, was watching while his sometime mistress bit and scratched his back with small metal claws.

My sub at the time, I can’t tell you her name. I have my guesses, but we were all in masks and this subs covered almost her entire face. Stacy had gone off to the bathroom and somehow gained her service for the night. I had seen her emerge, holding a leash, and a slightly curvy woman attached to it wearing a collar, a half mask that covered her face and her hair was tied into a short pony tail. I didn’t ask questions and Stacy didn’t explain.

So I watched as this unknown sub knelt before Stacy, head resting on Stacy’s bare thigh, with her (the subs) hand in past my zipper stroking me slowly.

Stacy had looked at her cards but was watching the other players. It was down to her and one other, a third still in play but with such a paltry sum he might as well have been out. Her real opponent was Julia, a Domme of about 40 whose male slave, only in his mask and a full metal chastity belt, was busily massaging her neck and shoulders.

The game was for tickets, it was all for charity after all. The night was full of things where one could pay cash for some sort or allow someone to do something to them, all of it going to the Charity. We had already participated in a “beat the sluts butt” $1 for 5 swings on a lady tied to a table. But also games like this for tickets. There would be a raffle at the end of the night for a large number of kinky prizes. The pinnacle of the prizes, every year, would be 2-3 people, willingly placed into stocks, with multiple people being able to win fucking rights, on stage, in front of all of us.

I had told Stacy about the stocks. Big wooden things with metal hinging. A person would place their neck and wrists into indentations and have the heavy bar lower down, leaving them bent over, their asses and pussies exposed. The year before it had been two women and a man. Each volunteered for the mini gang bang and each with their own raffle, three tickets pulled. Three fuckings for each on stage while we watched. Sluts, fucked for charity.

“I wonder what it would be like,” Stacy had asked and I had spanked her and offered to help her into one. “No thanks.”

I’ll give Stacy this, despite being a brat and BARELY submissive to me at the best of times, she ALWAYS honored a bet. She barely complained as we went up onto the small stage with Julia, now sporting a bobbing strap on easily 10 inches long and bright pink.

People turned to watch, a few cheered, but we weren’t actually the main event.

Julia pointed to the middle stockade and Stacy turned to me for a moment and I just shook my head and made a gesture that she knew meant strip.

For a moment I thought she would protest and I said, “hey, you made the deal, not me, I won’t have anyone saying I don’t keep my slaves to their word.”

Stacy bristled at that word. Slave. But she complied and pulled her short “dress” over her head and quickly dropped the strapless bra to the floor.

There were a few shouts from the growing crowd, but Stacy just took a small bow, making no move to cover herself. I’d seen her force women to orgasm on stage while telling them what whores they were, so it was good to see she could take as well as she gave.

She looked at the stocks for a moment and Julia said, “hurry up before I get soft here” which brought some laughs and hooting from the crowd.

I stepped next to Stacy and said quietly, “do I need to make this happen?”

She looked at me and gave a small nod.

“Are you ok with this,” I asked.

“You know I’m not backing down,” she said, “I’m more pissed than anything else.”

I nodded and before she could act, grabbed her by the hair and led her to the stockade.

“When one of my cunts,” I shouted to the crowd, “makes a bet, she sees it through.”

Julia went around and held Stacy’s wrists as I lowered the stock and slid the small metal rod into place to lock it.

Stacy now stood, well bent, in front of about 40 people, all looking her in the face, as her ass was up in the air helpless to anyone behind her. I’d rarely seen Stacy in such a helpless position and could see the flush on her face. I stepped back and quietly asked Julia if she could wait a moment.

“She’s your toy,” she said.

I reached down, squeezing Stacy’s ass and then slid my finger down to find her wet.

“You slut,” I said loudly, “your loving all these people watching aren’t you.”

“FUCK YOU,” Stacy yelled.

“Will do,” I called back and moved away.

I watched, from just to the side, as Julia’s slave slid a condom onto the strap on and applied some lube. Not that it was needed, I had already felt how wet she was.

The crowd began to chant, “fuck her, fuck her” and we all saw Stacy’s mouth open as Julia slid in.

I stood watching as my girlfriend. My submissive. My woman. Started getting pounded by an older Domme with a strap on. The crowd and I watched as she was fucked, helpless, in her stocks. Even the slave woman that Stacy had found, kneeling near me, stared enrapt.

I’d like to tell you that Stacy came. I’d like to tell you that she shattered the walls with orgasm. This is a real story though and Stacy was not one to enjoy submitting. We could all hear her moans of pleasure. We could all see her flushed as Julia fucked and fucked her like a piston. But she didn’t cum in front of that crowd. She moaned and gasped until the slave, dickless, called time.

I heard a small moan of displeasure come from Stacy as Julia pulled the strap on out, dickless quickly dropping to his knees to clean it. The crowd booing slightly.

I spoke quietly to Stacy.

“Not enough,” I asked.

“Fuck you,” she said, her voice had that teasing quality to it. That take me, make me, show me quality to it. I was hard as a rock.

“Fine then,” I said. I grabbed the slave woman Stacy had found and maneuvered her under the stocks, her head not quite reaching so I lifted her hands to stacy’s pussy.

The crowd cheered.

I moved behind stacy, unzipped my fly and let my cock out.

Stacy began to shout curses.

“Oh you fuck,” she yelled, “I did not agree to this, this was not the bet, get me out of this thing.” And so forth. But, she never safe worded.

The crowd began to chant again. FUCK HER. FUCK HER.

And I did. She was sloppy. Her own arousal and the lube. I slipped in without preamble or prep. I could feel my cock and balls hitting the slaves hand as she rubbed her.

Have you ever tried to maintain an erection in front of a crowd? It’s not easy.

I did what I could, fucked and fucked and fucked.

I’d like to tell you she came. I’d like to tell you that I lasted for hours in front of a roaring crowd fucking my humiliated and helpless lover.

She did not. I came hard inside her. Groaning. The crowd yelling. As soon as I finished, I took the slave woman by her hair and shoved her face first into the cream pie.

“Get her off,” I said, “or its your ass.”

Stacy barely had time to stop moaning. My cock out of her for only moments when the slaves tongue was on her clit.

The crowd roared with pleasure. I looked out and swear that there must not have been a single person there not watching. In the audience I saw men and women, dressed and undressed, some actively fucking or felating while watching.

I moved closer to Stacy’s head and knelt. “They are all watching,” I said, “Judging. Not one of them is going to be scared of you now. Not one of them is going to think you a hard ass. They are all watching you, seeing you for what I know you to be. A dirty little submissive who just needs to be tied up and fucked.”

It was everything she refused to admit about herself. It was humiliating. It was wrong and it was exactly what she needed to hear. In front of the crowd. She began to scream “FUCK FUCK FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK YOU FUCKING I’M CUMMING”.

The crowd cheered.

The slave and I opened up the stocks. We helped Stacy out and the three of us took seats in the crowd. Stacy was shaking as the slave helped her back into her dress and after a few moments, Stacy seemed to regain herself.

“Piss whore,” Stacy said to the slave, giving me much deeper insight into their bathroom meeting, “am I seeing that you let my Master’s cock go uncleaned.”

The slave tried to make sputtering sounds but soon Stacy was forcing the womans mouth onto my soft, slick cock. “Show him the respect he deserves,” she whispered to the slave woman.

Stacy seemed to need to prove something and she took it out on the slave woman. Forcing her face hard onto my growing cock, whispering insults, calling her a useless slut. I could see though, that Stacy’s hand was between the slaves legs.

I don’t know how long this went on for. I was enjoying it immensely, when someone called “20 minutes until the main raffle” and Stacy said, “well shit, I need to pee.”

I won’t go into details. I know not all of you like this sort of thing. The three of us went into the bathroom marked for play. The slave woman didn’t spill a drop from either of us and by the end Stacy was recovered. Her normal ass kicking cunt punching self. Ordering the slave here and there, teasing her pussy, and more than once getting her to the point where she has adked to cum, which only caused Stacy to stop all together. We stopped to place our raffle tickets into various drawings. Stacy insisted on putting ours into all of the “fuck” raffles, her planning to take the guy if we won and fight me if we won one of the two women.

We worked our way back out to some seats. Stacy positioned the slave with her head barely under the tiny shirt, licking Stacy’s pussy. Stacy stroked my cock.

Normally I would have felt odd. Out of place. Exposed. But almost everyone was in the same. Almost every person sitting had a sub on them or was nude themselves and in some level of bondage. The woman to my left was totally nude with clamps hanging off her in at least 10 spots, tied to the chair while her master sat calmly fingering her.

It felt almost normal to have my cock out being stroked in a room with dozens of peoples.

Two women and a man were led up to the stocks and locked in. Their faces in masks, nude (the man with a small chastity device on) and names were drawn. Not ours. Three men. Stacy stroked me and watched eagerly as three strangers were fucked. The slaves head slowly moving as she worked Stacy’s cunt.

While we watched the strangers get fucked, they called out some of the other prizes and Stacy ended up winning a vibrator.

When she sat down, I pulled the slave woman to me, putting her mouth, her face shiney with Stacy’s cunt juices, onto my cock and I held the vibrator to Stacy’s pussy.

The second set of names were called, two women and a man (each choosing their own sex). One of the women came loudly on stage asa woman in a strap on fucked her while holding a vibe or something to her clit and almost immediately Stacy came as well.

“Ha you whore,” I said to her, “you liked it up there didn’t you.”

“Shut up,” was her only reply as she pushed the vibe away and lazily grabbed the slave woman by the hair, directly her head onto my cock.

I was rock hard at this point but frankly the slave woman was not getting me close.

“I want us to win the next one,” Stacy said quietly into my hear, nibbling it. “I want to watch you fuck one of them and watch this bitch suck the juices off you.”

“I’d wear a condom,” I said.

“Don’t ruin my fantasy asshole,” she murmured and forced the slave womans head all the way onto my cock and held her their.

Another round of prizes. More vibes and rope and toys, we didn’t win anything.

Finally the third round of names. The last. Again not us. Stacy groaned in frustration. I groaned as well. The slave’s mouth was so good, but I wasn’t getting any closer to coming.

Stacy looked at me and then down at the slave. “Are you getting close,” she said.

“What do you think,” was my only reply. Almost no one, to this day, can get me off from oral sex without my helping.

Stacy grabbed the slave by her leash and collar and she pulled her way and down the aisle of chairs. I followed.

“You better take him,” Stacy said to the slave woman, “and if I see a drop spilled I’ll have you up on that stage for a 4th drawing.”

The next thing I knew Stacy had the woman on her back and was kneeling, offering me her hand to help me kneel and shoving a purse under the slave womans head.

“Master,” Stacy said, “would you like to show this cunt how to take a cock in her mouth.”

I forced my cock into her mouth, kneeling over her check, watching the women and the man on stage getting mounted and fucked. Hearing their moans of pleasure. I began to fuck her mouth.

Stacy moved behind and knelt between her legs, licking the slave’s clit.

I road her like that. Treated her face like a pussy. Fucked it without remorse. I heard her groaning, I felt her fighting me only slightly. I watched the faces of the submissives on stage. I heard both of the women growing close to orgasm.

Eventually, as the various fuckings on stage were winding down, I came, felt her swallowing it deeply and as I stood, shaking, to my feet, Stacy went in for a deep deep kiss. Stacy’s mouth with the slaves pussy, the slave’s with my cum.

The evening wound down after that. The slave never came to my knowledge. She and Stacy did exchange numbers though. Stacy and I took a cab back to my place and lazily fucked before going to bed.

For some time after that, when she was nearing orgasm, I’d remind her of it all. Of being on stage. Of being watched and judged and . . . . And it would always push her over the edge.

Hands went by and eventually it was just Julia and Stacy. I enjoyed the ministrations of the sub and enjoying watching Stacy play. In between hands, as cards were collected and dealt, I’d slip my hand into her dress or lean over to nibble her shoulder or ear. Teasing her. She’d swat me and tell me she was concentrating.

We got down to the final hand. Stacy had almost twice as many tickets and went all in. Julia stared at the pile and changed the course of the evening with one comment, “what would it take for me to match your bet entirely.”

Stacy raised her eyebrows and gently pushed the subs head away, wanting concentration.

“I have twice as much as you,” Stacy asked, “even if you win this hand, your luck has been shit all night. I’m just going to bleed it back out of you. So the offer better be damn good. You want to spend the rest of the night next to her?” Stacy motioned to the sub. “I’d take that.”

Julia laughed. “Not a chance girl. You need to get your head down to the ground. I’d consider a small act of submission, but I’m not enslaving myself to you and your dom for the evening.”

Stacy looked around, looked at me and shrugged. “Fine,” she said, “if I win, you lose AND get put into the stocks,” she motioned to the set of three stocks on the small bar stage set up for later, “and my master gets to fuck you. But he makes it a quickly.”

“Hey,” I said, “I don’t want to be involved with this grudge match.”

They both ignored me. “Your messing with the wrong cunt,” Julia said, though it was clear she was enjoying this, “lets sweeten it up then. Winner take all. If you manage to beat me, not only does your master get to fuck me, but I’ve got a strap on with me and you get to use it on me for exactly as long as your master lasts when he’s done.”

Stacy raised her eyebrow. “And what happens when I kick your ass?”

“Then, I take the pot,” Julia said, “and your in the stocks and I’m wearing the strap on. Let’s say . . . 5 minutes? I doubt he’d have last that long anyway.”

“Hey,” I said. But Julia rolled her eyes at me and smiled. I shrugged.

Stacy stuck out her hand, “deal.”

Julia shook and dropped her cards without any hesitation. She had the best possible hand, the years have taken it from my memory. Stacy’s hand was great, Julia’s was better and she grinned as she said to her slave, “dickless, fetch the bag with the strap on.”

Stacy turned to me, her mouth working, her face turning red and I began to laugh.

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