Please note that this and my other works are mainly fantasy and should not be read by those not into heavy BDSM. This is chapter 3 of the new "slave william and slave michelle" adventures. Some scenes are close to reality that I have experienced and all are others are ones that I would like to experience firsthand. If you dislike my writings, please be mature and find something else to read. If you feel this story is in the wrong category, in the whole scheme of things, does it really matter?
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Michelle and I stood in front of the doors with our bodies shaking in anticipation of what was to come. Victoria and the maid Betty each took a panel of the French doors and opened them simultaneously. We stood there looking into an enormous Great Room that had a ceiling that must have been 20 feet high at least. My eyes then fell to the group of people in the room who hadn't yet seen us and who were still involved in loud and deep conversation. I looked around the room for our Mistress but she was not to be seen. Most of the guests were dressed in black leather outfits that had a sexual tone to them. Many of the Masters wore vests, chaps, and a male thong while the Ladies seemed to mainly be in corsets and black hose. Almost all wore boots or spiked heels.
"May I have your attention please?" Victoria yelled out and the room as one quieted and turned in our direction. "Masters, Mistresses, slaves...I am pleased to introduce you all to Mistress Alexis' new pain sluts. They are a couple in real-life and will also serve as a couple for their Mistress. The female is slave michelle and the male is slave william. If you have a chance, please introduce yourselves to them and let them know what they may expect from you in the future. Unfortunately, they are unable to reply as their training is still in process.
Now, drinks are served!" Victoria nodded her head indicating for us to enter the room.
As if on cue, everyone turned and started into their conversations again and ignored our entrance as if it were a common occurrence. My nervousness, the number of conversations and the hood I wore blocked out the specifics of everything being said. Michelle then indicated with her body that we should move to the right side of the room and as we did so, I looked up and saw 4 slaves running towards us; two were male and two were female and they each proudly displayed a weight that they had found. There were other slaves that I saw in the room but many were on their knees or leashed or both.
The 4 slaves were dressed as we were but without hood and gag and both their wrists cuffs were identical and without spikes.
"Whoa there slaves!" one of them said, as the four seemed to then surround us and immediately started to feel us all over. As quickly as they had us surrounded, I tried to lead Michelle and I forward away from them as we had yet to serve a drink. A hand went up to the chain at the rear of my collar and someone pulled on it forcing my arm up into some pain. As I groaned and put my head down, I also noticed female fingers squeezing my wife's right nipple as she shrieked into her gag.
"I told you to stop slave! You must obey unbound slaves such as we are as if we were a Master or Mistress. Do the two of you understand that?" a male behind me questioned and both Michelle and I nodded vigorously to let me know that we did. "We have stopped you to take drinks to our owners but first, we thought an inspection would be in order. Isn't that right fellow slaves?" and the other three replied with various agreements which I could not hear clearly.
One of the female slaves, who I would learn later to be slave pamela and who would become very intimate with us, stood in front of me and ran her finger tips from her left hand over my chest down to the control box. She giggled as she ran her fingers over the buttons, which caused a gasp from Michelle that was not appreciated by Pamela. Both my wife and I knew from the look on that slave's face that any future relationship between her and Pamela would be one of conflict and I think it was based on her being jealous of my wife's beauty. Slowly she ran her hand over the tray and down to my crotch; rubbing it, then squeezing it and then as she took her hand away she hit my cock with a closed fist all the while looking into my eyes with a devilish smile. She started to moan with delight and as she brought her left hand back up, she held up her right hand to show us the weight that she had found.
"We have a few gifts that we found for you two," she said, "Let's show these sluts what we have for them." At that, the other three moved to our front and held up their prizes, which were weights for our chained arms that were at our backs. With a nod from Pamela, two of the slaves went behind us and each added a weight to the carrying base of both Michelle and I. As this was happening, both of us were looking over our shoulders and did not notice Pamela raising her left arm and pressing the red button on the control panel which sent a jolt of extreme pain through our genitals and caused me to scream into my gag and lash out blindly with my left arm. It was a stupid thing to do but it caught me by surprise but not as much as the surprise it gave to the male slave donnie who had just added the weight to my base as it caught him on his side directly on his ribs.
"Oh fuck!" he yelled out, "you're going to pay for that you fucking cock sucker." The room went quiet as all turned to stare at what all the commotion was about. "He spiked me in the side!" he yelled out to no one in particular. He then grabbed me by a collar ring and pulled me (and Michelle) roughly to him causing us to stumble slightly but without losing a drop of drink. "Now boy, your going to find out what it's like to be punished by a male and so will that big titted bitch of yours," he said through gritted teeth. He released his hold on my collar, shoving me back, and with a wicked smile on his face, took the strap that hung from the front of the tray and started to slap it across the palm of his left hand.
Everyone was staring at us, watching how the show was going to progress. I looked over at Michelle and saw the twinkle in her eye as she pressed into my side; I could feel the heat from her body and knew that she was extremely excited, as was I.
"OK girls. Do your thing," he said to the 2 female slaves and then I saw him give a nod to the other male. "Hold her by the collar Jeff. We don't want them running off." As he said this, the 2 girls stood in front of us. Pamela in front of me, and a slave named Denise in front of my wife. Immediately they started in on us. Pamela started my pinching my right nipple and then rubbing her hand over my chest and then continually repeating this action. Her right hand was at my crotch, seeking out my cock and balls and squeezing them. My wife was getting similar treatment from Denise and we were both moaning in pain and in pleasure. When I looked up, the room was quiet with whispers only as they all stared at us with smiling faces. I wondered if this had all been planned beforehand.
"Let's do the bitch first," Donnie said to Jeff, "Hold that weight base aside so that I can get at her ass. Ya, that's it. Are you ready bitch?" As I glanced over to my wife, I saw her nod her head and then I heard a loud SLAP as the strap landed across one of her ass cheeks but she did not move or wince, not even a little. Then another blow landed on her ass with similar results.
"The bitch is good," Donnie said, "are you ready for your turn slut?"
