Milord invited a few of his friends to the house. This was not uncommon and all of his friends are well aware of our lifestyle. In fact, they are all part of the lifestyle themselves. Normally, he likes me to dress is something sexy if I am allowed to wear clothing at all.
To my surprise, he had me dress in matching lingerie which consisted of a cupless bra and g string, a button shirt, a long black peasant skirt, and sandals. I did my hair and make-up, then served as hostess. He instructed me that I was allowed only to ask our guests questions or answer theirs with as much brevity as possible. The five other men, naturally, would know of this restriction and, if I broke any of these requirements, have implied permission from Milord to administer corrective enticements.
Again, this was not an uncommon scenario, so I quickly and confidently agreed.
As the men arrive, I took their coats and offered them beverages. Milord had set up the poker table, so I had already arranged a buffet of snacks and cold foods for the gentlemen. Milord had me stand by the buffet. Then wrapped a silk scarf over my eyes. I was surprised, but per my rules, remained silent.
I could hear as they all soon settled to the table and began to play. Milord won the first hand.
"My friends, this is a type of strip poker. You may, of course, remove a piece of your clothing, or you may remove a piece of Mae's clothing. The choice is yours. If you choose Mae, you may either remove it yourself in a manner of your choosing, or you may tell her to do so."
The men eagerly agreed, especially when Milord took a pair of scissors from a box which, I assumed, held various implements, and cut my skirt from my body.
I was, however, annoyed. This was one of my favorites! I huffed and said "but" before Milord spun me around, bent me over his chair, and walloped my ass with his hand.
"I was hoping she'd forget her edict on speaking," he jokingly said to his guests who all agreed and laughed. I was humiliated and so excited I could smell my own musk. Milord finally ended the spanking with a quick swipe of my slit to show to his friends. They actually applauded!
By the end of five rounds, I was completely nude. Losing my bra was the worst. Master Matthew -- I knew his voice well -- had chosen that article of clothing before my blouse. He had me raise my hands above my head and cut the buttons from my blouse. He pulled, pinched, and twisted one nipple until my blindfold was wet with tears then sliced through the two shoulder straps. He switched to the other nipple, gave it equally harsh treatment, and sliced the small strap over my sternum.
Master Matthew had a penchant for nipples and tears. My silk blindfold was so wet that it was nearly translucent.
"Gentlemen, it seems poor Mae has run out of clothes. Would you all still like to continue the game?" Milord asked.
