CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Cole was able to contact Michael easily by email. Michael told him that the next party was planned in three weeks and about five to seven couples were expected to show up. Cole and Monica would be welcome. The two men discussed some ideas and agreed to cooperate on Monica's first party scene.
The party rules were a bit more strict than the ones Cole was familiar with. Limiting the participants to people with a certain sexual preference was a new experience for him. People were not allowed to arrive late and a high degree of social courtesy was expected. Typically, the men would remain fully dressed, while the women would be displayed in various stages of nudity.
At the most recent party, they were told, the men ate dinner at a large table, while the women, or slave girls as they called themselves, sat on the floor next to their masters and were fed by hand. Monica thought this was really hot and hoped she would be able to experience it someday.
As the date of the party approached, Monica agonized over what to wear. The maledom party sounded like a great opportunity to prance around more or less naked in front of an appreciative audience. Although she sometimes pretended to think that her body was not attractive, she took a great delight in showing it off. When she couldn't make up her mind, Cole finally told her that she would wear a black corset that just barely hid her nipples, plus high heels and deep red panties.
He packed a small suitcase with numerous kinky toys that might be useful at the party. Like most Maledoms, he subconsciously followed the Boy Scout motto of "always prepared", so the bag was very heavy.
On party night, Monica took hours to get ready. Cole simply dressed in black slacks and sport coat with an open white shirt. They finally left when Cole said they had to go, since latecomers would not be admitted. He drove through the downtown tangle of freeways, crossing various bodies of water and out to the suburb where Michael and dina lived.
The parked some distance from the large house and walked along a damp driveway through a stand of tall fir trees. The rain had stopped and the damp cold air was brisk with the scent of evergreen forest. Monica was glad she had put a long coat over her corset. When they knocked at the door, it was opened by a very slim woman. It was dina, dressed in a lacy black costume that looked totally appropriate for a slave girl. Up close she appeared to be about thirty and had very intelligent eyes. A man who was certainly Michael appeared behind dina and Monica responded politely as Cole made introductions.
Michael was wearing black jeans and a black leather vest over a white shirt. To Monica's relief, he was obviously a very friendly fellow, not the stern ego-dom type that she couldn't stand. After putting down his heavy suitcase full of toys, Cole took her by the hand and led her farther into the house. As they went into the living room, she saw that several couples were already there.
Monica's corset made her small waist look even smaller and her medium sized breasts appeared larger. She bathed in the stares of both the men and the women as Cole displayed her as his private property.
Monica's immediate desire was simply to be as beautiful and submissive as possible in order to make her master proud of her and to make the other masters jealous of him. She followed Cole submissively as Michael introduced him to some of the couples he didn't already know. They sat in the living room and chatted with another couple for a while. Actually, the men did most of the talking, as the women were deeply into their subby roles.
Monica was primarily soaking up the supportive atmosphere, which made her feel particularly good about her submissive needs. Three of the other men made a special point to compliment Cole on how beautiful his slave girl was, making sure, of course that Monica could hear. In spite of their masterful attitudes, they knew that the party was as much for the women as it was for them.
Cole noticed that the energy at this party was much stronger than what he had experienced at pan sexual parties. He had a sudden flash of understanding about the same sex parties that were often held by the gay and lesbian SM groups. Those people are always ahead of the curve, he thought approvingly.
When Cole was ready, he guided Monica over to one corner of the living room where there was a tall metal cage. It was just large enough for one person to stand within. He placed her inside and fastened the door with a lock that was hanging there for that purpose. Monica was held in a rigid, upright position with very little freedom of movement.
"Pull your elbows back," he ordered. Cole slid a padded rod through the bars, guiding in between her back and her arms, trapping them behind her in a manner that thrust her breasts forward. The feeling of being held captive while on display triggered a wave of submissive sensation that washed over her body and left her trembling with closed eyes. The feeling was not particularly sexual, but it was felt at the deepest level of her soul.
Cole moved around the room, socializing and sampling various snacks. Each of the other men and two of the sexy slavegirls complimented him on how beautiful his slave looked in the cage. He avoided paying any attention to Monica for several minutes, to see if she could maintain her subby headspace alone.
He wanted to get a better feel for the play customs of this group before he started his planned scene with Monica. He released her from the cage and led her to the basement play area. She was in such a deep level of submission that she had to be guided down the stairs one step at a time.
In the spacious play area, a tall, heavyset master was ordering his blonde slavegirl to assume different positions that exposed and displayed her charming assets. Cole sat in a comfortable overstuffed chair and told Monica to sit at his feet. Bending down was not easy in her stiff corset, so she carefully knelt, then lowered her bottom sideways to make contact with the floor.
They watched the couple performing for about fifteen minutes or so. The tall woman was naked except for a red leather collar and numerous piercings. Her large breasts were decorated with heavy gauge gold rings through her nipples and more gold rings hung from her labia. Her master struck her lightly with a riding crop to correct her position. Monica noticed how quickly the woman responded, as if she were concentrating completely on fulfilling her master's slightest whim. She could also tell that the woman took great pride in both her appearance and her obedience.
When the play area was clear, Cole ordered Monica into the center of the room. With his help, she removed the corset, then her panties and shoes. She noticed that several more people had gathered in the large playroom. He told her to lie down under a pulley which was mounted to an overhead beam. He carefully attached his superbly crafted suspension cuffs to her wrists and a similar pair to her ankles. A three foot metal spreader bar was fastened between her captive ankles and a steel cable from the overhead pulley was clipped to an eyebolt in the center of the bar.
Monica felt another wave of submission wash over her naked body and she wondered if she was blushing. Two of the men were pointing at her tattoo and shaved pussy while whispering intently to each other. From his toy bag, Cole produced a mass of pink plastic clothespins which were connected to each other with a strong cord.
"Are you ready for the clothespins, Little One?"
