EDUCATING MOLLY: CHAPTER THREE
I received a call from a friend informing me of a BDSM party in the group's dungeon. I thought it was time to introduce Molly to one of our dungeon parties. On the night in question, I put on Molly's dog collar and her fuck-me pumps and a raincoat; nothing more. We arrived at the dungeon and checked in at the entrance. The woman at the entrance took our coats. Molly was completely nude underneath after she surrendered her coat, save for her pumps and collar. I was wearing leather leggings and a leather vest with a red thong covering my package but leaving my ass exposed except for the thong strap down my crack.
I attached the leash to Molly's collar and began to parade her around the room. We passed the wall where two slaves were displayed. Their arms were suspended above their heads by cables attached to their wrist cuffs and their legs were attached to spreader bars by ankle cuffs. One was facing the wall, exposing her well-formed white ass, and the other was facing forward, with her tits and cunt on display. We walked slowly past and I slapped the one on the ass and the other on her tits. Further on, a woman was in the stocks. Her head and arms were trapped in holes in the wooden contraption which had a half cutout where the head and wrists rested and then a corresponding wooden piece on a hinge was lowered trapping the woman in place. Her legs were also spread and attached to a spreader bar.
As I slowly paraded Molly in front of the masters and mistresses, they looked at her appreciatively and hungrily, occasionally slapping her ass or tweaking her nipples. Mistress Xena asked if she could spank Molly.
"She looks like she could use a session over my knee," she said.
I agreed and released Molly from her leash. Mistress Xena then commanded Molly to lie over her knees with her hands on the floor. Molly complied and Xena rubbed her hand lovingly over Molly's unmarked bottom.
"I want to be the first to initiate your bottom, slave," Xena said, "because I'm sure you're bottom won't look like this by the end of the night."
Xena began slapping Molly's ass, back and forth, one on each cheek. She kept it up for a good five minutes until Molly's ass was cherry red.
"Stand up, slave," she ordered.
Molly stood up and her ass was inspected by Xena.
"Much better," she commented.
"What do you say?" I asked Molly.
"Thank you, Mistress," she said.
I reattached the leash and we continued to move through the crowd, which inspected Molly's red ass admiringly. After making a full circle, we came back to the two women suspended on the wall. A master suggested hanging Molly up on the wall and I, or course, agreed. He put cuffs on Molly's wrists and attached them to the cables. Using a pulley, he stretched Molly arms above her head until she was standing on her toes. The master then rubbed Molly's nipples until they stood out at attention. He then took nipple clamps and applied them to her nips. They were the type with the two slender tweezer-like prongs and flat plastic sides with a ring that moved up from the base, tightening the prongs. He tightened them until they squeezed Molly's nipples so they were unlikely to come loose.
The master then knelt and placed ankle cuffs on Molly. He attached the cuffs to a spreader bar so her feet were wide apart. He then took large plastic clips which opened with a spring and clamped back closed and placed one on each of her labia. He played with the clips, pulling them apart and exposing the inside of Molly's marvelous, shaved cunt. He played like that, opening and closing the clips for a while. He then stood up to admire his work.
A mistress walked up. She had her slave on a leash, but he was crawling behind her, not walking. I could see between his legs that he had a cock cage on. The mistress ordered her slave to lick Molly's pussy. He eagerly began to lick Molly's pussy, something he was obviously well-versed in. He pulled the clips apart and buried his tongue deep inside Molly's pussy. She began to groan and the mistress pulled on her nipple clamps. Her slave told her that his cock hurt inside its cage and asked if she would release it. Obviously, he was hard from licking Molly and the cage was bothering his erection.
The mistress took her cane and brought it sharply across her slave's ass, once, twice, three times and chastised him for asking such a thing.
"I'll tell you when you can play with your dirty cock!" she scolded. "Keep eating out her pussy, worm!"
"Yes Mistress," he replied and continued to lick Molly's pussy.
Molly was becoming very agitated and asked the mistress if she could cum.
"I'm not your mistress, slave. You must ask your master for permission," she replied.
"Please Master," she begged me, "Can I cum?"