I was dumbfounded. What the fuck was she saying? She might call me Carla?... or Tatiana? Market? What depends on the market?
Mistress smiled seductively and continued "Oh Carl, you're so damn innocent! Well, let's handle a bit of that right now, shall we? Now..."
She walked over and opened up a towel cabinet in the wall, then rustled around on the bottom shelf, pulled out a small duffle bag and unzipped it. Started fishing around...
"Yes.... Let's just see what we have here. I'm feeling spontaneous, how about you Carla? Just a few tools to get us going with a bit of playtime. Jim and I have played around a bit, although he's a little bit smaller than you. But no worries, it's all good. I have him keep some supplies to hand. Observe closely here, my dearest Carla, with this supply bag. You'll need to do the same, I'll be sending you various lists, and you'll need to put together a few to-go bags, stored around, in appropriate locations, so that you're always ready. Of course, you WILL be prepared for me, any time I get the whim... Ok, here we are..."
She pulled up a... a lock, some cable, and some... hand cuffs! Oh shit!
She handed me the cable.
"Put the toilet lid down, Carla, and thread the cable back around behind the toilet, then sit on the toilet and thread the cable through the looped end at the front."
I was aware of what was going on, but I really had no control. I should have been so alarmed. You'd think red flags would be flashing. But no, I was quite under her spell. The drug she'd slipped me must also have had a lot to do with it.
I put the lid down, routed the cable behind the toilet as she said, then sat on the toilet.
"Good, my sweet Carl, so good. Now, take this lock and lock the ends of the cable together." Which I did.
"Now, thread the handcuff chain behind the cable, reach down below and behind your knees, then lock yourself into the cuffs."
Shit, what? But I had no choice here, my body was operating per her commands. She had me WAY under, although at some level, some humiliating level, I was fully aware of everything going on. Next thing I knew, I was handcuffed to the toilet, sitting on it, forced to bend over with my head toward my knees. Oh god.
"Great, now, I think I've already picked out just the right one for you Carla, to break you in a bit. I'll be right back, I'm sure he'll be compliant. When we get back, you must be absolutely silent, no talking, no squeaking, no voice. Until and unless I say so."
She grabbed something else out of the duffle bag, exited the bathroom and closed the door. I could hear her in the hall though.
"Hey Michelle, I was just coming to check on you, make sure you're ok back here."
Mistress said "It's ok Jim, we're just a little busy back here, and we'll be a little while. If anyone needs to use the head, just tell them to use the one off of your master bedroom, ok honey?"
"Yes Mistress, of course Mistress."
And I could hear her heels walking off down the hall.
WTF? Where was she going. I waited. I could just hear people out in the other room, mixed in with the party music.
A few minutes later I heard Mistress' heels, and the sound of someone else.
"Ok, here we go Stan. Just like I promised I need a little help from you. But you're going to do it my way, or else no fun for you. First, put on this blindfold. Yes Stan, do this to make me happy, and I can make you happy tonight. That's good, no peaking. Now, step in here..."
Mistress brought Stan into the bathroom, closed and locked the door, then pulled out a pair of handcuffs.
"Now Stan, I don't want you grabbing me, no feeling me up, nothing with your hands, so I'm going to cuff you, behind your back."
"Now hold on a minute babe, I don't mind if you're a bit kinky, but I have no idea what you might..."
"For me Stan."
She reaches up and kissed his cheek, then breaths and whispers into his ear, "I promise Stan, you're going to love this, or your money back."
"Hey, I didn't pay you..."
"Let's go Stan."
Mistress spins him around and cuffs him behind his back, then spins him back.
"Alright Stan, that's just enough to get me turned on. And here's the beginning of your reward."
Mistress leans up and kisses him. Starts tonguing him, making out with him.
She reaches down and starts caressing his cock, through his slacks. "Ohhhhh, that's nice, you have such a nice, BIG dick, Stan."
"Mmmmmmmm..." from Stan.
Oh god, Mistress is going to make me watch and listen... while, while what? Is she going to fuck him on the sink? Oh man, I was still so rock hard, even stuck, bent over sitting on the toilet.
"C'mon over here Stan. Lemme sit down for this."
Wait. What?
She pulls him over in front of the toilet, right in front of me, and squats next to me.
"Oh yes Stan, I've been in need of a big dick, Stan. A dick as big as yours. I bet it tastes so good."
OMG OMG OMG
Mistress pulls down Stan's zipper, reaches in and fishes around a bit, then pulls out a big cock. OMG! It's only half-hard, but it's already as big as mine when I'm at full mast. And hefty!
She grabs his cock with both hands, and starts to stroke him, up and down, up and down.
"Oh my GOD Stan, what a gorgeous cock! I just have to taste it."
Then she whispers in my ear "Suck Stan's big cock Carla, suck it, right NOW!"
With her left hand wrapped around the base of Stan's cock, she puts her right hand at the back of my head and pushes me forward, not much, he's right there... OMG
Whispers in my ear "NOW Carla."
I opened my mouth and took his big helmet between my lips.
"Oh yes babe, suck it, suck my dick! You're so good babe! I'm gonna make this up to you babe. I'm gonna fuck you sooooo good after this!"
"French kiss him Carla, french kiss him with your tongue. Really get into it, my little pet."
I had no control over my body, my body just obeyed. I began to run my tongue around and around the head of his big dick. I could smell his musk. I could taste his big dick. A bit salty, from sweat, with something more... some precum, I think. A bit more salt, with some slime... in my mouth. Oh god. In my mouth! But I couldn't stop. I kept circling his hard dickhead with my tongue. Kissing him... kissing him... kissing him. Sucking him.
Then Stan said "That feels SO GOOD baby! Suck my dick, keep sucking, you're such a good cocksucker!"
Mistress pulled my head off of his dick, looked up at Stan, and said "oh YES Stan! You're a real man. Only a real man has such a big hard dick, hard for me. And it just tastes SOOOOOO good Stan. Oh God... Stan, please Stan, may I suck your dick more? Can I take you deeper? I have to work up to it, but I really need to feel your hard cockhead pushing deep into the back of my whore throat. I need to deep throat you, Stan. This is why it's called head, Stan, I need you to fuck my mouth, and fuck my head."