Amelia was kindly asked to dress in something very formal; it was her birthday after all. So her favorite "little black dress" and sexiest heels were chosen, laid out, and accessorized until she had just the right compliment to the outfit. A simple string of pearls was all that was deemed necessary. After all, wasn't it him that said, "You're the most beautiful creature, Amelia, there's not a jewel or gold bauble that could improve you"?
So in the hot shower, she scrubbed, shaved, and washed everything. Who knew where tonight's adventure led? It was always something interesting. And a birthday warranted something that even she couldn't predict.
In the car, he was silent. A small bag on the back seat was placed prominently, clearly an enticement that was meant to garner a question about its contents, but she knew better than to ask. Perhaps it was nothing. Perhaps she was going to a simple soiree with hors d'oeuvres and champagne, a small gathering of friends who would toast her good health and wish her a happy birthday, or something completely different. She couldn't tell. She never could tell.
In a large home, they were handed from the car and ushered inside and then to a large room silently. All the guests were apparently in attendance already and all deferred to him and looked at her with knowing smiles, gleaming eyes, and wicked anticipations. She was excited and trying to remain calm and appear dignified. She was unfortunately painfully aware of her pointed nipples trying to tear through the fabric of her top. Her body was never subtle in its reactions despite her demeanor never betraying her inner cravings.
Everyone was dressed in formal wear and black and white were clearly the colors of the night. In fact, there was no other color in evidence on anyone. Sure, there were diamonds and gold on the ladies, similar colors on the watches of the men, and the obligatory red lipstick on the lips of each beautiful woman, but for clothes, there was nothing but black or white from the shoes all the way to the topmost piece of clothing. She was quiet, anticipatory, and slightly anxious about what might be coming.
And then he led her to the center of the room. The crowd parted and seemed to form a sort of semi circle. Most milled around in anticipation but six couples, clearly predesignated for the purpose, moved to form a twenty foot wide circle around her. Each man was with a woman who stood still while he moved behind his partner.
Amelia watched; the strange ritual promised to be exciting and she felt like time had stopped. She screamed inwardly for it to go faster because not knowing what was next was killing her. The couple directly in front of her line of sight locked eyes with her. The woman was a younger girl that Amelia knew and the man was her long time boyfriend. His hands worked behind her and as he unzipped her dress, it fell away, exposing her naked body beneath. Twin pierced nipples jutted from her milky breasts and he reached around her to hook a clip on a chain to one nipple ring, then ran the chain up and over her neck, and then fed it back down along her elegant collarbone to her other breast where he clipped the end to the free nipple ring. The chain was too short and dragged at the tender flesh, forcing her breasts to pull upwards. Her eyelids sagged at the sensation and her partner touched her shoulder and she moved to her knees before him. She held her position, head bowed, hands open, knees together, and waited.
Movement to her right attracted Amelia's attention and she turned to see a very tall redhead that she'd only spoken to in passing once. Her dress in turn fell to the ground and exposed a rust colored tuft of pubic hair above her vagina and huge, freckled breasts topped with the delicate strawberry colored puffs of her nipples. Her patent black leather heels were impossibly tall and exaggerated her already incredible height. Her partner--a man that Amelia had never seen before--opened a small bag and removed a very long length of rope. In actuality, it was a quarter inch wide continuous strip of cowhide. He moved around in front of her and began winding it around the base of her right breast. Ten, twelve, fourteen turns around it and then he moved to her left breast and did the same thing, It distended her breasts and purpled them; the redhead actually winced once as he rounded the breast and he stopped and shared a look with her. She lowered her eyes and did not make another noise. When he was done, she had two breasts that looked like they might explode, so tight were they. The one or two feet of extra leather that was left was not bothered with. He did not tie it, but instead, offered the last of the length to her mouth and she opened and then closed her teeth on it obediently. She lowered her head and knelt.
A petite blond was to the right and Amelia turned to watch her dress fall. She was shaved smooth, had beautiful breasts, and a sexy, flat stomach. The man's bag opened and its contents were removed one by one. A ball gag was inserted tightly into her mouth, her nipples were tightly clamped, and a leather belt was hung around her waist with a flogger hanging by a small ring on the right side. She was helped to kneel by the stout man behind her.
The next two girls were identical twins and their "handlers" stripped them and confined them at the same time. Both girls smiled at Amelia since she knew them both. The first girl was tied tightly so that her arms were behind her and immobile. The other sister was simply allowed to kneel but she did so with her palms up. The man with her placed a thin, wooden cane across her open palms and she made an audible gasp when she realized what it was. Her man instantly grabbed her hair and directed her face up towards his and he stared her down. They held their gaze for roughly five seconds and apparently, he decided that he'd made his point and released her hair. Her head immediately went back to the submissive posture that she should have silently held in the first place.
The final woman was easily twenty years older than the oldest of the other five submissives. Her handler dropped her wrap, unbuttoned her dress, and allowed it all to fall away at once. It was as if a cherished possession was being shown to outsiders for the first time. She actually stood stock still holding a confident smile as her over fifty year old body was revealed. She knew from long hours of exercise how well toned she was and simply stood in her heels and watched as all eyes in the room took in her high, natural breasts, slim and well formed legs, and flat stomach. Her vagina was shaved perfectly smooth to show the tiniest of heart tattoos right above where her slit started.
