The heat wave has finally broken and the evening air is wonderfully cool. For now the woman who sits next to me nervously is Emily, a free woman. But once our car arrives she will become an almost nameless slave to be used at, and for, my pleasure.
I say almost because for tonight she will be referred to as a number so that she can be identified among the other slaves and submissives.
"Will there be many other submissives at this party?" Emily asks.
She's nervous. Perhaps even having second thoughts. Emily has never been to a party like this one.
"We don't have to go, if you'd rather not," I reassure her. "There'll be another sometime in the next few months I'm sure. We play these games for our mutual pleasure."
"I still want to go," is Emily's reply.
I smile as I look Emily up and down. She wears a simple black cotton dress that hugs her curves and simple black leather shoes. Hardly what would be considered slutty attire, but I find it quite attractive. And easily removed.
Headlights sweep an arc as a car turns up onto the driveway. Emily shifts from her chair to a kneeling position by my feet and bows her head. A beautifully restored black sedan pulls up by the deck. I rise and walk toward the car. Emily rises and follows just behind me.
The driver, one of Rebecca's subs whose car this is, emerges and opens the side door. Rebecca is in the back.
Pulling a black hood from my jacket pocket, I address Emily, "26, put this on and ride up front with the driver."
"Yes, Sir," she responds. I hand her the hood and slide into the back seat.
Emily pulls the hood on, carefully pulling her hair through the opening in the back. Once it's on she adjusts it slightly so that the only other opening is positioned around her nose and mouth.
Rebecca and I exchange greetings and watch the driver assist Emily into the front passenger seat. Down the driveway we go and we start toward our destination.
Rebecca smirks and leans in close. She whispers quietly into my ear, "My driver is pretty wound up. Is she shareable?"
I grin. Rebecca is, as I believe I've mentioned before, so thoughtful. Better to find out how Emily will react now than later.
I lean forward and address Emily so that she can hear me through the hood, "Our driver seems to be a bit tense, 26. See what you can do to relax him. But do be careful not to wreck the car."
She turns her head in the driver's general direction and pauses for a moment. Finding the seat belt clasp, she lets it go free. Emily's hands move slowly across the black leather bench seat until they find the driver's leg. I hear the leather creak as she turns and leans down.
Rebecca and I lean a little over the back of the front seat and watch as she carefully slides blindly across the wide seat until her head rests on his thigh. The driver adjusts his position, sliding down a bit to give Emily as much space as he can. Emily's hands are on the bulge in his slacks.
We can't really see what is going on. Emily's covered head, barely visible in the dim light, begins to bob slowly and I think I can hear suckling sounds. The driver moans.
"That's enough," Rebecca declares sitting back. "Boy, put your cock away. Now."
"Yes, Mistress Rebecca," the driver replies with just the hint of a whimper.
Emily slowly sits back up as the driver adjusts his pants with one hand.
"If I'm going to let you get off then I at least want a good show," continues Rebecca.
"It's a quiet road," I offer. "We haven't seen another car in some time."
