I imagine that since you are reading this post you have already perused the first part of my story that I left on this sub a day or two ago. If you have not, I would thoroughly recommend reading it beforehand though I will offer this short recap to both bring new readers up to speed and remind old readers of what they already know. I am a young submissive, who, along with my older Mistress, are entertaining four guests tonight. They are all friends of my Mistress, Charlotte, and are Annabel, Sarah, Rosie, and Ophelia. So far I have spent the evening in the entrance to Charlotte’s house in bondage greeting everyone. What follows is the second part of my tale, which takes place just after dinner. The five women have finished their main course and are settling into some dessert. And first a short interlude to fill in the gaps.
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After making themselves at home, both Annabel and Ophelia directed me into the living room from my place in the hallway. Thankfully before being brought along, the ropes tying my ankles and knees was removed so I was able to walk freely, though in heels and with my eyes blindfolded. The warmth of the room was pleasant compared to the chilliness of the hallway and I was told to get down on my knees. Only then was the hood removed and I was able to both breathe a bit more freely as well as see some of the guests for the first time.
There were five armchairs arranged in a circle on the edge of the room facing inwards toward me. I was knelt looking towards Charlotte with the armbinder still keeping my hands tied and the gag stopping me from making any intelligible sounds. I remained dressed in stockings and suspenders with some black panties now pulled back up over my cock.
“Welcome to the party,” Charlotte said, “it’s nice of you to join us.” She looked stunning in a black pencil skirt and tight white blouse. Her lips were adorned with a bold, bright shade of red. Looking around the circle at each of her friends she requested that they introduce themselves.
Starting on her left was Sarah, I had to shuffle around on my knees to face her. “I’m Sarah, 32, and this must be the most unique party I’ve ever been to,” she said with a giggle and a bashful look towards her legs. She wore jeans and a loose yellow blouse, which hid her slim torso; if she stood up, I would guess that she would have a pear-shaped figure judging by the size of her hips. She also wore glasses, something that drove me wild.
To her left was Rosie who I have already described. She looked just how I remembered her, though perhaps even skinnier than last time. She wore a knee length skirt that billowed out a little and a shirt with a grey cardigan on top. “You probably know me as Annabel,” the next one butt in as though she couldn’t wait for her turn. Instantly she struck me as boisterous and confident, “though for this evening if you don’t refer to me as Mistress Annabel, I’ll have to remind you who is boss.” She was much larger than the other women and must have been between the ages of 32 and 36. Also in jeans, she did very little to hide her fuller figure with a t-shirt that barely fit around her midriff. I was struck by her demeanour and knew that I wouldn’t want to get on her wrong side.
Finally there was Ophelia. Much younger than everyone else, she looked more my age at around 22 to 25. She was simply stunning and I felt a little self conscious as my cock sprang into life looking at her. Her long legs were covered in pantyhose and were crossed with her top foot pointing towards me. She was dressed in a floral dress that barely made it across the middle of her thighs and looking up it, I could see the flash of bright red panties. The dress was snug around her breasts and she used her arms to push them in a little further, accentuating their size. She didn’t say anything but simply stared at me with a wicked grin etched on her face.
With introductions done I was told that I wouldn’t be needed while they all ate dinner. To keep me quiet but not out of sight I was tied to a chair in the corner of the dining room. They all sat round a circular table with a glass top and the smell of the dinner made me very hungry indeed. My chair was a simple dining chair and I was glad to finally be out of my armbinder, which, when taken off, gave me an opportunity to stretch my arms. However, they were tied again quickly to each side of the chair and my ankles were tied to the outside of the back legs, forcing my own legs to spread wide open; though my cock was still hidden away behind some knickers, it was completely on show. My gag had also been removed but I was told to be silent.
During the dinner the women occasionally glanced over making gestures with their food, “do you want some of this?” they’d ask in a mocking fashion. They also gave me some insight about what was to come next alluding the fact that I would have the best dessert on the menu, I could only imagine what that meant. On one occasion, Rosie, the small women I had previously met fed me some water, which I thanked her for. This was merely greeted with a sharp slap to my face as I was warned again to be silent. Thus I spent the best part of an hour listening to cackles and smelling wonderful warm food brought past me and when dessert finally came I was untied from my chair.
The different things on offer was spread across the table and while I thought I might be invited to join them there I was merely bundled under the table. I should remind you that this was a glass table so everyone could see me through the top of it. Before being shoved under, a collar was placed around my neck and a leash attached to it. I was now on all fours looking up through the glass surface at the plates above and the faces of the five women beyond them. They began to eat away and I was prodded and poked with feet and toes, which tickled a little. As they came from all sides I was left scooting around to the delight of those watching on.
After five minutes of this, Annabel, the large boisterous woman rose from her seat and took off her jeans. Looking up at her through the table, I could see the big smile forming as she sat back down. The end of the leash was passed from my Mistress under the table to her and I was pulled in towards her lap. She had white cotton briefs on with some pubic hair protruding slightly from the sides. Before spreading her legs she pulled the panties off and I then was pulled in closer to her and told to get to work on her.
Shifting to get on my knees, the chain was yanked hard and the bellowing voice shouted at me, “keep your hands away! You can only use your mouth, slave.” I got back down on all fours at the order and leaned in towards her pussy. It fortunately smelt clean but it was covered in hair and I had to work my way past that before I got to some flesh. Using only my tongue I pushed the hair aside and arrived at what was already moist skin, I could tell she had been looking forward to this point in the evening. The chatter continued above me at the table and I could tell that they were getting on with their evening, I was merely some entertainment lurking beneath.
I began massaging her lips with a long flat tongue, letting them slowly widen apart. Her pussy was warm and had a slightly sour taste to it. As I continued to lick away, her body rested down into the seat and I was stuffed with a faceful of vagina. I tried to move backwards a little but the chain kept me pulled tight towards her. Her outer lips engorged my own and my nose was pressed firmly up against her lower naval. The smell and taste of her pussy engulfed my senses but I didn’t stop pleasuring her.
Being so close to her now, there was barely any place for me tongue to work other than up her hole and I varied my movements from probing thrusts to circular licks around the wall. Her juices began to seep out and I found myself swallowing down her flavours. The sound of the chatter around me began to die down and I could tell they were now watching myself and Annabel. As they began to quieten, she filled the void with moans and noises only someone began pleasured could make.
As I kept working away on her, her thighs began to tighten and pull closer towards my head. They were strong and large eventually cutting off my ability to hear as well as hurt the side of my face. Both my cheeks and tongue were beginning to tire but she showed no signs of wanting me to stop. The leash had been turned round to the back of my neck to stop if from intruding my path to her crotch and so every time she pulled on it, I could feel my breathing suffer.
After another a few minutes her thighs let up and with a roar she yelled, “lick my clit you slut,” and after pulling back I was given the sight of her red, dripping pussy. Still a little covered by her lips, her engorged clit beckoned me closer and I started small, teasing licks at it. The front of my face was covered in her fluids and the smell of it would not abate. I maintained the teasing prods but was told to “get the fuck on with giving [her] an orgasm.”
Following her direction my prods became large, lapping licks and her legs began to quiver. Her free hand reached beneath the table and after running her fingers through my hair, halfway across my head, I was grabbed by my scalp, which hurt immensely. My arms were now feeling tired after having been leaned on for this whole time but I could feel she was getting close. Keeping the same rhythm that she seemed to enjoy, she suddenly exploded into a large moan and I could sense the convulsions in her lower body, her orgasm had arrived but I didn’t let up. As she writhed around above me I persisted with my licking and she danced along with it until finally slowing down and letting go of my hair. She rested down into the chair and I took the chance to shuffle backwards. “That was the best dessert I’ve had in ages,” she bellowed to the delight of her fellow diners.
I allowed myself the chance to get some deep, fresh breaths but the smell lingered around my face and under the table. I looked up through the glass at Annabel who now had flushed cheeks and a much more relaxed smile on her face. Some chat arose amongst the friends again and I rested up after what felt like a long time.
Thinking this was the end of dessert as Ophelia rose from the table to take things through to the kitchen, I wondered what else would be in store for me tonight. When she returned with a can of whipped cream, however, I got the sense that this wasn’t quite over. Charlotte declared to her friends, “I hope you don’t think Annabel is the only one getting a special pudding, we’ll all get our chance before dinner is up.” And with that my heart sank somewhat, would I have to do this for each guest?
My question was quickly answered as Ophelia, before sitting back down, reached under her dress and pulled down a red thong. This was tossed under the table towards me and the leash was passed around to her. Pulling up her dress as she sat down, I was greeted with a perfectly shaved pussy, which looked a lot more inviting. Shaking the can of whipped cream above her, Ophelia looked down towards me and said, “I’m next then but don’t worry, this cream should make it a bit more appetising for you,” and the sound of laughter filled the room. I was prepared for a long night but I was starting to get a sense that I hadn’t quite anticipated how long it would really be.
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Which concludes part two of my tale. I hope you enjoyed this one as much as the first and will continue to look out for the third and final part when I post it soon. Up next we shall be moving onto some after dinner games where the only items in the box are some dice, a list of instructions, and me. As before, if you wish to leave me a comment or private message, I will be most pleased to hear from you. And do look out for my next part that shall be coming soon.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/64ctz4/a_night_with_my_mistress_and_her_friends_part_2
I love this!!! I need more
Gonna need part 3, boss