Her Uncle’s Party [MF][dominatrix][collared]

A deal was struck between the champagne blonde dominatrix and her uncle Remy: he won’t sell the business where Shae Lynn’s ‘dungeon’ is located and she’ll throw him the party he requested – an S&M themed masquerade party at his house in Paris for him and his friends complete with pretty young women who are willing to do anything. And now, here she was, brushing her hair into a top knot ponytail at a vanity table in one of her uncle’s upstairs bedrooms as she readied to entertain her uncle’s well-connected friends. She stood, looking at herself in the mirror. Her skin was pale against black lace panties and bra on her trim frame. She slipped on her black lace mask and five inch black high heels, then picked up her riding crop. Time to start the party. She gathered the ten young escorts she’d dressed in the same black lingerie from their waiting room on the second floor and lined them up awaiting her grand entrance cue.

Uncle Remy, his high ranking friends and Shae’s boyfriend, James walked out of the study where they had played poker for hours. Content and pleasantly drunk, the seven men shuffled into the foyer.

Remy stopped them and said, “Gentlemen, I’d like to introduce you to my niece.”

He sweetly called upstairs, “Ma mignon.”

Shae Lynn appeared at the top of the stairs dressed in a black lace thong, black heels and strappy bra top. With her lace mask firmly in place and her riding crop in hand, he slowly walked down the stairs and joined her uncle by his side, flipping her lush blonde ponytail over her shoulder as she did. She leaned against him as he put her arm around her tight waist. She looked comfortable standing in front of strangers ogling her in lingerie. She leaned on her uncle as though she were his naughty bit.
Remy said, “This is my niece, Mistress Kira from Montreal.”

“Good evening, gentlemen,” she said in impeccable French.

They all murmured back assorted hellos.

James Newell kept his distance in the back, sipping on his cognac to suppress a jealousy he’d never felt before as the men gawked at his girl like starving boys eyeing a meal. He was a professional dom himself, renting her basement for his sessions, but the two had become close and with closeness, jealousy can’t be too far behind. He was playing the role of pimp with the girls as he kept an eye on his girlfriend.

Remy said, “She and her friend, Mr. Newell, have brought party favors for you to enjoy.”

Shae Lynn called up the stairs, “Madamoiselles, if you please.”

The men’s eyes looked up at the second floor land to see the ten girls begin their parade down the stairs one by one. To the men’s delight, the girls they had seen throughout the night were joined by squad of new girls walking down in single file in their masks and matching black lingerie. They were a wonderful assortment of flesh and color and size and height. Each one had on a black collar and held a chain leash in their hand. They walked down the stairs and sashayed past the men into the dimly lit salon to where Shae Lynn instructed them to stand. The men came in to see the masked girls lined up in front of the fireplace. Coy, sexy, anxious, slutty, confident, innocent, fun or sultry; their eyes and body language exuded their brand of sexuality without saying a word.

Shae Lynn said, “Turn around.”

They did. Shae Lynn walked down the line, her crop running across their exposed butt cheeks one after another.

She said, “As you can see, gentlemen, we offer nothing but the best.”

She began to walk the line again, this time stopping to give each girl a smack of her riding crop on each butt. Be they tanned or pale or splotch pink from James’ flogging, each girl’s butt cheeks jiggled as it flinched under the tap of Shae Lynn’s crop. She looked up to see the men firmly within her web. They were enthralled by the twitches of young women with hair flowing down their backs.

She said, “Nothing but the best. Turn around.”

The girls faced the men once more, some of the girls taking nervous shallow breaths making them even more delectable with heavy breasts.

Shae Lynn roused the men from their thoughts when she said,

“Now I know you are gentlemen of the finest caliber but I must insist; no cutting, no burning, no choking of the girls. Since Mr. Newell has been gracious to provide these lovely ladies, he insists they remain undamaged. You’d be wise to stay on his good side.”
James menaced them with them with silence and the same tough poker face he held all night.

Shae Lynn said, “Now who shall choose first?”

Remy piped in, “Gerard, since you lost, you have first choice. Hell, take two for your troubles.”

Gerard looked the girls over before pointing to Nadia, a slim girl with long feather brown hair and pretty blonde Svetlana, the girl who crawled in with euros in her mouth. Shae Lynn moved to them. Nadia handed her leash to Shae Lynn which she attached to the girl’s collar before leading her to Svetlana and doing the same. With both of the girls leashed, Shae Lynn gave them a small yank and they followed her to Gerard. She handed the leashes to him. His eyes glittered in excited fascination as he eyed the two masked scantily clad girls now blushing under his gaze.

“Laurent,” Remy said, gesturing for him to pick a girl.

He walked up to the girls and sauntered down the line as he looked each one in the eye and then down upon the dainty tits. He chose pretty bronze skinned Seleta. He took the leash from her hand, attached it to her collar and led her to the bar where he poured her a drink which she accepted with a smile. Jean-Thomas chose Courtney, smitten with the saucy redheaded minx the moment she had lit his cigar during the card game. Arneult took Tessa’s leash. The girl towered over him as he led the long legged beauty to a dark corner.

With the men now occupied by their eye candy, James went to stand by Shae Lynn. Remy joined them as well, as happy as a man could ever be.

The ambient notes of music from classical piano eased out over the sound system which Shae Lynn recognized as Bach.

“That is the first time I beat that ass,” he said, “I don’t how to thank you.”

“Suck my toes,” answered Shae Lynn.

Remy looked stunned by her request.

He asked, “What?”

“You heard her.” James said, taking Shae Lynn’s riding crop from her hand and threatening to strike him. “Suck her toes.”

Shae Lynn sat on a leather couch as Remy got on his knees. He pulled off her shoe and caressed her foot before inhaling the aroma of leather lingering on her feet. He then stuffed her toes in his mouth. Closed eyes and slobbering, he worshipped her toes with his tongue. She smiled at her small victory, rubbing his head which her crop while her toes twitched, along with her clit, at every poke of his tongue between her toes.

James walked to the bar. He talked to the two unoccupied girls, Lucie, a petite brunette with big brown eyes and Karolina, a willowy long legged blonde. He poured cognac into two snifters and with Lucie and Karolina in tow, walked back to the two couch beside the fireplace. The girls took a seat on the couch and peered across the coffee table to watch their host suck his niece’s toes.
James handed Shae Lynn a cognac before plopping down beside her on the couch near the fireplace. It aroused him to see Remy bent at his girlfriend’s foot, licking her toes.

He murmured in her ear “We did it.”

Shae Lynn raised her free foot to Remy’s forehead and pushed him away. Her uncle bowled back and bumped into the coffee table, rousing him from his spell. He got up and walked around the table a few steps to flop upon the couch between the waiting girls. He looked very pleased as the two young women cuddled their near naked bodies against his chest. They nuzzled his neck as the three luxuriated in the lips and hands and erotic sensations of a threesome cozied up on a couch. He stroked Karolina’s thigh as he turned to kiss Lucie. She wrapped her arms around him as they locked into a passionate

Shae Lynn turned to James. He looked sexy in the firelight’s glow. She felt love swell in her heart.

“Thank you, James. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”

He whole heartedly returned her kiss, aroused by her adoration as well as her sexy look. Maybe it was Paris, or relief of saving the shop, or that they loved each other but they were utterly lost in their world of lust. She slipped into love under his strong hands caressing her body as he pressed her into the couch, kissing her as though he were trying to steal her breath.

Uncle Remy watched the incredibly hot couple making out on a couch where a Prime Minister once sat. He felt no shame as he watched James tumble her back against the leather. Her arms went to push him off but he grabbed her wrists and forced them above her head. Remy unzipped his pants as he watched his niece and her hustler boyfriend making out like mad lovers. Remy took Karolina’s hand and slid it into his pants, forcing her fingers to wrap around his hardening manhood. He wasn’t the only one watching. From a chair in the shadows, Shae Lynn caught sight of Laurent staring their way. Seleta was knelt between his legs. Her skin shone like burnished bronze in the faint light as her dark haired head bobbed away on Laurent’s stiff dick. She then spotted Tessa bent over, palms down on her uncle’s desk as Arneult’s hands stoked between her long creamy thighs and then up over her pert butt. He slowly pulled down her panties to stroke the girl’s bare pussy as he dry humped against her thigh.
Her eyes shot back to James as he unzipped his pants with his free hand. With her arms still pinned over her head and the determination in his eyes, he pulled her panties aside, and entered her. She wriggled under him as he popped her jiggly breasts from her bra with his free hand, inching further inside her with each thrust. Their eyes were locked as though they were fucking on a dare as he made his presence known to her quivering body. The people watching them, masturbating to their real life sex show, to their love making, their eyes aroused her even more. All her tension and emotion coiled within her groin released in an intense orgasm radiating from her womb into every fiber of her body. As Shae Lynn writhed and moaned beneath him, he was ready to come in her creamy cunt. He bucked inside her one last time as his balls tightened and cum spurted out what felt like a bucket inside of her. He laid on top of her, his dick quivering and still pumping inside of her as he fought to catch his breath. He looked down upon her hazy masked eyes and kissed her, grinding his body between her legs as they lazily wrapped around his back and her moan vibrated against his lips.

She pulled her lips away from his and said, “God, you’re hot. You’re too hot for Paris.”

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/55l6ix/her_uncles_party_mfdominatrixcollared