One Year Contract day 46 [MDOM [Public]

“Are you ready for this?” I asked.

She nodded, obviously nervous but determined. I gave her a reassuring smile and brushed a strand of hair from her face.

“Good,” I sad. “Repeat the rules to me.”

“Greet everyone that comes. Provide whatever drinks or snacks they request. No one is allowed to touch me anywhere that’s currently clothed, nor am I permitted to perform any sex acts on them. No one is allowed to cause me pain above a 3 and nothing that would leave a mark. If anyone breaks a rule or makes me uncomfortable I let you know immediately.” She recited.

“Good girl. Everyone here will be a friend of mine. They all know my lifestyle and most of them are in the community to one degree or another. Everyone knows about you and I have clearly communicated the rules to each of them.

“If you get nervous you can have a drink, but no more than two during the course of the night. I want you aware the entire time.”

“Thank you sir,” she said.

“You look fantastic,” I said, taking a step back. I took a step back, looking her up and down. She was wearing a short, pleated black skirt, elegant, black heels and stockings that reached a couple inches short of her skirt. Any time she reached above her head her skirt would lift revealing just a hint of the black panties cupping her perfect little ass. And, of course, she was wearing her collar – a simple little choker matching the simplicity and elegance of her outfit.

I ran my hands down her sides. “Perfect,” I said. “Just perfect.”

She blushed a little but smiled and said, “Thank you, Sir.”

I took another half step back. “In fact, before anyone gets here …” I started unfastening my belt. “Get on your …”

Just then the doorbell rang.

“Fuck,” I grumbled. “Fuck. Of course someone is early. You better go get the door.” I refastened my belt and stepped to the stereo to get some music playing while she went to greet our guests.

The night went on pretty much as you’d expect of any party. Lots of drinking and laughing. Some people dancing, most talking way too loud. It wasn’t a huge party, maybe a couple dozen people spread between the living room, dining room, kitchen and back patio.

Being the only one serving all of us – and the only one half naked – she of course received a lot of attention. Every single person that walked in the door she greeted, and every one – male or female – swept their eyes over every inch of her. Most, especially the men, would run a hand over her bare back, stomach or breasts while placing their drink orders.

I just smiled as I watched her face flush over and over, every time someone grabbed one of her breasts or maybe a comment on her outfit. She was uncomfortable, of course, but she was loving the attention too. I could see it in the way she held her shoulders, in her shy smile when she thanked someone for their compliment.

I mingled and talked and laughed along with everyone but I kept an eye on her the entire night, even if from a distance. There were only a couple times when someone’s attention was too intense or their hands lingered too long to where she would start to feel truly uncomfortable.

I’d see her shifting her body anxiously, like she wanted to get away but didn’t want to break the rules I’d set for her. So I’d casually walk up and insert myself into the conversation. I’d put an arm around her waist and pull her to me or tell her to go grab me a drink to give her the space she was needing.

Once, after I’d been distracted with a conversation for several minutes, I looked up to see her looking at me from across the room. Her eyes were wide in near panic, pleading for help.

I jumped to my feet and marched across the living room. A casual friend of mine, a guy I’d only known for a few months, was standing next to her. He was close, too close. Close enough that his crotch was pressed against her hip. He had his hand wrapped around her waist and just fingers pushing down into her skirt. I could see she was trying to pull away but gently so as not not make a scene, but he was holding her in place.

I marched up and pushed my way between them. “It’s time for you to leave,” I said calmly.

He’d had a couple too many and his words were slurred when he said, “Heey noww, we’s were jus havin bit offun.”

“No,” I said sternly. “You broke the rules. You’ve got to go. I’ll walk you outside and call you a cab.”

Once I’d seen him off I went back inside and searched her out. I could see the tension on her face and as I walked up she said, “Thank you, Sir. I’m sorry.”

“You did nothing wrong,” I said. “Are you ok? Do you need a break?”

The worry on her face melted into resolve. “No, Sir. I’m okay. I’m good.”

I gave her a reassuring smile, “Good girl.”

The rest of the night went on flawlessly. Everyone else enjoyed the liberties they were allowed and respected the boundaries I’d set. As the night got later the crowd started to thin and I was able to allow myself to relax.

I was sitting at the kitchen table, chatting with a couple friends, when she came in to see if we needed anything. We didn’t so I asked, “Do your feet hurt?”

She smiled politely and said, “A bit, Sir.”

I stretched out an arm welcoming her in and said, “Take your shoes off and have a seat.” She did, and I wrapped my arm around her as she nestled into my lap.

My friends and I carried on our conversation as she relaxed. I let my fingers glide against her skin, brushing over her waist and stomach. Slowly I worked my way up, lightly running my fingers over her breasts. I let my fingers trace little circles over her nipples and massaged her breasts as my friends and I continued talking.

She leaned her back against my chest and let out a self satisfied sigh. Serving all my guests all night, all the attention, all the tension had worn her out and she relaxed into the familiarity of letting me play with her body.

I continued to run my fingers over her chest as we talked and slid my other hand up her leg. I traced the line of the hem of her stocking, up her thigh and to her hip. I brushed my fingertips against her skin, up and down her leg, further and further between her thighs.

I felt her body warm, like a full body flush, but I just continued talking to my friends. I pushed my hand down between her legs until the edge of my finger just barely grazed against her panties. She sucked in a quick breath sat the sensation.

I continued stroking her thigh, every once in a while casually brushing against her pussy through her panties. She was warm and wet – soaked through her panties. I gradually abandoned the pretense and started gently rubbing her pussy through her panties.

She leaned her head back against my shoulders and closed her eyes. I gripped her breast firmly as I pushed her panties to the side and slid a finger inside her. The conversation had died out as I played with her, and her shuddering sigh was loud in the small kitchen.

I felt her hand clench tight to my legs, pulling herself hard against my body. I slid my finger in and out of her slowly and growled out a low “mmmm” into her ear.

Her breathing got heavier when I started caressing her clit. She let out a little squeak and wiggled her ass a little in my lap. I moved from teasing to rubbing, letting her juices coat her sensitive little clit. She started breathing harder and harder. She moved her hands from my legs, up over her head, and interlocked her fingers behind my neck.

She arched her back, loosing herself in the sensations. She bucked her hips, pushing herself harder against my hand. Her grip tightened on my neck, pulling her body hard against mine. She bucked her hips wildly against me groaning out, “Oh god” before crashing back down into my lap.

I gave her a moment, gently stroking her leg, allowing her to relax just a bit. Then I said, “Stand up. Bend over the table. And pull your underwear down. I’m going to fuck you now.”

Her eyes were still shut tight and she said almost dreamily, “But are your friends still here, Sir?”

I looked around and finally noticed that a small crowd had formed to witness the show. I looked each of them in the eye, one by one, and said, “They can watch or they can leave. Either way I’m going to fuck you. I’ve been waiting all night.”

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