I was on my knees in the living room, my hands secured to my ankles, my breasts being held up with a new push-up bra that was little more than a shelf, my ass barely covered by a piece of loose lace. I did not know what was up, just that I would do what my Master wished for me to do.
I had arrived that day at the appointed time, 4 pm. Master had me prepare dinner and then had me stand at his side as he ate. He complimented me on my culinary skill and when he had finished, I was allowed to eat before cleaning up.
Master had sent me into the bedroom to shower and cleanup. The bra and lace skirt were lying on the bed when I got out of the shower. There was also a bottle of Channel perfume that I applied to my breasts and shaved mons area. And there were the handcuffs.
Master had positioned me in the middle of the living room and had secured my ankles to my wrists and told me he would be back soon. I heard the Grandfather clock strike nine and then three 15-minute chimes sounded before I heard the key in the door.
Master entered with two couples. I could feel my breasts and face redden as the couples entered and milled around me, discussing my position as if I were not there. One of the women approached and stroked my long black hair as she circled behind me and then stopped directly in front of me.
"I like the dark Latina skin, the dark nipples," she commented to the others.
Master walked past without comment. I heard his shoes on the hardwood floor of the kitchen. The two men and two women took seats on the couches and chairs positioned around the large living room. The Grandfather clock now struck ten times. Master returned with five fluted glasses and a magnum of champagne. Conversation continued between the five people as I stayed quiet and still, my body exposed to the eyes of my Master's guests.
I was able to identify the people by name through the conversation. Becky was the tall redhead who had circled me and commented on my dark complexion. Her mate, not sure if they were married or boyfriend/girlfriend, was named Mark. He and the other man, Steve, were dressed in expensive suits. The other woman, Sylvia, was the quietest of the four. She was oriental, dressed in a very expensive silk dress that plunged deeply down her chest and ended a few inches above her knees. My Master was, as usual, dressed in an expensive Armani suit.
Through the small talk I was able to glean that the five had been out for appetizers and drinks at a local hotel bar. They had returned here with the promise of a surprise from my Master.
"Will she agree to anything you ask?" Becky seemed extremely interested in my obedience to Master.
"I would not ask her to do anything she would not agree to." My Master knows me well. He and I have been together now for five years and never had I not granted him what he had asked me for. He was the holder of my heart and there was nothing that I could imagine him asking for that I would not give to him freely.
Steve stood and walked from his seat beside Sylvia to my side. He gazed unabashedly at my body. He walked behind me and then called for Sylvia to join him.
The oriental woman quickly obeyed and I heard a zipper being released and then felt soft silk fall upon my arms and feet. Mark, Becky and Master were now observing Sylvia standing behind me.
"Get on your knees." Sylvia was also a submissive but her master was Steve. I felt her kneel behind me, close enough that the heat from her skin could be felt against my back. I could hear her breathing and feel her exhales on the back of my neck.
Steve repositioned himself to stand to our sides. My head did not turn, I stayed perfectly still not knowing what was going on. Steve moved back to a seat that was just off to my left and sat down before nodding slightly.
This must have been a signal to Sylvia as she immediately placed her hands on my sides and stroked my skin. She touched me softly and slid her hands from my hips to my underarms and back again. I could feel her long fingernails sliding along the sensitive parts of my body that Master always started with.
"How long do you think she will last?" asked Becky of my Master. I knew that he understood my inhibitions of sex with another woman and the way that a woman's touch quickly turned me on.
"Not long at all, we should be enjoying her discomfort within just a few minutes." Yes, he understood completely. I could already feel the slight tingle of my sex and the hardening of my nipples from the gentle caress of Sylvia's fingers and nails.
Becky then looked at Mark and smiled. "You are enjoying this thoroughly, yes?"
Mark smiled wickedly as he continued to stare at Sylvia and I. I glimpsed down and could see the reaction he was having to the show.
"Look at her nipples, how hard and filled they are already," Becky remarked with delight and amusement.
This was not the first time that I had been used for other people's gratification. It had come up early in our relationship and I had willingly appeared for others in compromising positions. My Master had told me that my body was such that he could not think of not sharing the sight with his friends.
Sylvia's nails were now grazing the sensitive sides of my breasts that were exposed by the skimpy bra that I was wearing. I could feel the rush of blood to my nipples as they continued to harden and lengthen in reaction to Sylvia's ministrations.
"I think her cunt lips are opening." Miss Becky was very perceptive. I could also feel the lips of my sex becoming engorged and splitting. Soon the wetness of my womb would be forming droplets on those same lips.
Sylvia was also reacting. I sensed her breathing becoming a bit deeper and faster. The heat of her exhaling was more prevalent now on my neck and her body was emanating more heat. I could imagine her fingers becoming more sensitive to the feel of my skin.
Then Sylvia stopped, she removed her hands from my sides and they disappeared behind me. I suspect that Steve gave another slight signal that she had been expecting.
I felt her rise behind me and then she walked around in front of me and again kneeled, this time facing me. She took up a mirror image to me, her hands back to her ankles. This was the first view I had of her beautiful long body. She had small breasts like those of most young Asians. Her pussy was covered with a copious tuft of pubic hair but her lips were shaved bare. Her olive skin glistened with the oil she used to maintain herself.
I was staring straight into her deep, midnight-black eyes. Her face was thin, her lips full and painted with a deep red-colored lip-gloss. Her nose was straight and perfect. She seemed to be perfect and I parted my lips as she leaned into me for a deep kiss.
I could hear comments being made by the three onlookers as Sylvia explored my mouth with her tongue. Her lips were pressed hard against mine and we breathed in each other's aroma. I could smell the sex, not knowing if it was from me or from her. I sucked deeply on the fragrance, filling my lungs with the aromatic air that surrounded us. I was disappointed when a pair of hands clapped and Sylvia broke the kiss and returned to her mirror posture of my position.
We continued to stare into each other's eyes for a long time as the two men and one woman sipped their champagne and made small talk.
I heard whispering, nothing that I could understand. My eyes were still transfixed on the beauty of Sylvia's face when Mark approached us. He came down close and ran his hands over both Sylvia's and my back. He slid his fingers between my asscheeks and then returned them to my shoulders. I suspected that the same was done to Sylvia.
Mark then kneeled beside us. He took two breasts, one of mine and one of Sylvia's, in his hand and squeezed them gently. He bounced them as if testing them for proper weight. His touch was not as much of a turn on for me as the touch that Sylvia had applied to my skin.
My eyes stayed transfixed on Sylvia as his fingers roamed lower. The tips of his fingers found my bare mons and made small circles on the sensitive shaved skin of my female sex. He slipped lower, between my spread thighs, and rubbed my still open lower lips with his rough fingers. I almost twitched as he roughly pressed my exposed clit with his workmen's hands. I could tell he did not wear a suit to work.
"Enough." It was Becky. She called Mark back to her side and told him she needed a little attention. Although I could not see, I knew that when he returned to her side his fingers found her sex instead of Sylvia's or mine. She was moaning and telling him how good it felt, her breath being sucked between her teeth like in an adult film.
The sounds and the proximity of Sylvia were enough to excite me. My imagination was working overtime with the possibilities that were available. Was I to be used by any of these people? Would Sylvia and I be able to consummate what had already been started with her caresses? Would I be able to please my Master? This last question was mute; I would do whatever was necessary to please Him.
Sylvia was suddenly called back to Steve's side. The view of the action was now opened to my eyes. There sat Becky, her legs splayed wide apart with Mark's fingers delving between the reddened lips of her sex. She was thrashing about with her eyes closed as he pumped her clit and her hole.
Both Master and Steve were watching with interest as she closed in on her orgasm. Her hips were gyrating up and down, her vocalizing was becoming louder and her body was tensing. Suddenly she let out a long, high-pitched scream and I could see her asshole pucker and her thighs twitch as she lost control of her sexual urges. She continued screaming and clinching her hands as the waves of her orgasm rolled through her stomach and cervix. Sweat was forming on her brow. Then, much quicker than it had begun, she suddenly stopped and her modesty took over.
Becky sat up straight; she pulled her skirt down and pushed Mark's fingers from between her legs. Her face was still covered with sweat and her breathing still irregular, she was reverting to the modest person that she now appeared to be. I almost smiled as I understood what Mark wanted from her: Becky was to be his subordinate before the night was over.
