Twelve Nights Ch 04

Part 4.

Mandy stumbled to the kitchen butt naked. The scent of coffee lured her from her bed. She had the good ache that comes from too much sex making her legs wobble slightly. Coffee cup, then pour, then cream and sugar, then open eyes. Damn. Three perfect roses in a vase; a chocolate éclair nearly a foot long and oozing fresh whipped filling; and that little envelope with a lipstick imprint over the fold. She wiped the last drop of cream from the side of her mouth as her hands opened the card – better to know what was coming, after all.

"On the fourth day of Christmas, my lover gave to me, Four public showings, and an orgasm from her tongue. Don't bother getting dressed, firebutt. -S."

She dropped the card. That presumptuous minx! Mandy shuddered from anger. She won't show my naked ass off, not in this weather, not a chance. Her fingers twisted over her clit, bringing up an orgasm. I'll show her, she's wrong, not a chance. She slipped to her knees, unable to stand because of the throes of the climax tearing through her body.

She was so far gone; she didn't hear the door open, didn't see the others gathering around her. She sat back gasping for breath and they took her hands, cuffing them behind her back, tying off the elbows. Her head jerked up as the reality finally registered. Sandra was right there, in front of her. Smiling, the little bitch. "Glad my notes have that effect on you, lover." Sandra took her head with both hands and kissed her aggressively. "I told you guys she wouldn't fight it."

William's chuckle and Beth's silvery laughter rang out in counterpoints. Mandy started to sputter and curse. "Bitch. You're gonna pay for this. You conniving slut, I'm gonna make you scream for mercy. I'm…" Another kiss covered her mouth, then as they parted a finger restrained her lips laying softly across them.

"I know," Sandra's eyes were sparkling, "I can't wait to see how angry you'll be after I'm done with your cute little butt." She opened her coat, showing the same black corset and stockings she'd worn three nights ago. Mandy's mouth watered and her pussy tingled with anticipation. Sandra closed the coat, then pulled out a collar for Mandy. The broad leather restraint was lined in satin, soft against her skin. A silver chain was clipped to the buckle.

"Let me go get your carriage, dear lady." William being gallant? What is the world coming to now? Beth had bent down, helping Mandy get into her knee high boots. They had fur around the top; the joke had been that the red faux-fox matched her other fur exactly. Sandra walked towards the door; Mandy balked. "Um, I'm naked here."

SMACK. Mandy came up off the floor. Beth had smacked her with a damn paddle! "I told you she'd need the other chains, Sandra." Sandra turned and sighed. "I had hoped for better, firebutt." She approached with a tangle of five silver strands. One clip went on her nipple ring. Sandra took the other erect nipple and placed a silver band with tiny, sharp nubs around the periphery of the stiff nub. Tightened down, it holds a second chain still. The chain to her collar is moved to a central ring; the third line from the ring goes to the collar. The last two chains hold Mandy's attention. One ends in a silver ball, about two inches across. Sandra goes behind Mandy and begins to rub something slippery on Mandy's anus. The ball is cold and has something inside that jiggles and vibrates in response to movement. Mandy feels her ass open up to the intrusion and then slam shut. She gasps as the ball jiggles, wiggling her ass and starting to cream from the sheer outrageousness of the situation.

Sandra comes around to her front, testing the four chains. "One left." She drops to her knees and runs her tongue on Mandy's clit. Mandy lets out a screech and starts coming. Deft fingers trap her clit; the last clip snaps shut on the hood, pressing some smooth protuberance against her nub. Mandy comes down and finds the pressure intensely distracting. "All done." A tug on the chain, all four erotic ties pull and twist. Mandy drops to her knees and nearly wets herself.

Beth helps her to her feet and whispers in her ear, "I knew you'd take the hard way." Mandy hears the paddle swish and feels it crack against her bottom, letting out a yelp. "That's for falling down, firebutt. I love smacking your cute ass." Shit. Now Beth is getting off on this. I thought she'd be safe.

Sandra turns on her heel and starts to walk; Mandy hurries to keep exactly up with her tormentor. Beth is walking behind with that damn paddle and a cloak for Mandy. Mandy is flushing red from her cheeks to the patch of red hair on her pussy.

They reach the front door; snow is swirling about outside. Beth throws the cloak over Mandy's shoulders; it doesn't have any catch except at the neck. The chain glitters out from the front, then Sandra is off again, walking to a big, black SUV. William is holding the door for them. Sandra in first, then Mandy. Beth climbs in the front, then William is in his seat. "First stop, please."

They stopped at a park entrance. "All ashore what's going ashore." William's humor. Beth opened the door for her, she got out with Sandra close behind. The wind had settled, but there was snow on the ground. Sandra kissed Mandy's cheek. "Time for a walk, pet." She was giggling. Beth whipped off the cloak.

"See you guys on the other side!" She hopped in the SUV and it sped off.

Mandy didn't even notice the cold; she was shocked. And then Sandra started walking casually, holding the chain. Mandy followed, feeling the cold air on her skin, her breath showing in the air. The sun was shining! She was naked in a Chicago park, on a chain, with her lover strutting like a model on the runway. She was soaked, the wetness chilling her, exciting her, driving her insane. They reached the other side of the park and she could feel the people watching them. Strangers' eyes watched the two women; the brunette in a long black coat, and the pale, naked redhead with her arms bound and the white boots with red fur trim. The SUV pulled up, Beth climbing out. Sandra got in first, Mandy following. The warmth of the interior flooded into her senses.

"Second stop, please." Mandy was rubbing her pussy on the seat, making the ball in her ass jiggle and the nub against her clit rub. She shook into an orgasm, unable to believe what she had just done.

A second park, larger than the first, appeared outside the tinted window. The SUV pulled to the curb. Beth popped out again, opening the door. Mandy didn't have to be told, she hopped out into the cold, feeling her nipples harden and her clit stiffen against the bindings. She started quaking as Sandra started walking her on the path. She didn't register the SUV pulling away; her whole attention was on the chains and her arousal. They strode along, mistress and pet, through the park. A jogger came by, stopped. The woman stared at the two of them, open mouthed. Sandra walked up to her. "Hi, how are you doing?" The jogger was in sweats; maybe twenty-five, dark hair and lovely green eyes.

"Um, what kinda, what sort," the woman's tongue couldn't form the question.

Sandra opened her coat, revealing the corset and her nipples, the long stockings framing her shaved pussy. "My lovely slave has misbehaved, would you like to spank her?" Sandra took the girl's hand, placing a paddle in it from a pocket in the coat. The girl moved in a trance. Mandy found herself leaning forward, presenting her red bottom to the girl. "Feel the warmth of these welts." Sandra's took the gloves off the other woman's hands, then moved the bare skin over Mandy's red bottom. SMACK. The paddle came down once. SMACK. Again, the woman sighing and breathing raggedly. SMACK. "Thank the nice lady, slave."

"Thank you lady, may I serve you, lady?" SMACK. That one from Sandra. "Presumptuous wench." But her cloak came off, settled over the snow. Mandy knelt on it as Sandra moved the other woman forward and pulled down the sweatpants, shorts, and panties. The woman shivered, shook. Mandy buried her face in the offered snatch. The girl's sweat was salty; her arousal sweet. Mandy quickly brought her off. "Thank you, lady." Sandra helped the woman pull her pants back up, gave her a small kiss. Mandy got back to her feet. Sandra continued on the path, pulling Mandy along. The other woman leaned against a tree, knees weak, furiously rubbing her hand down inside her pants.

"Mistress, I have to pee." Sandra turned, then smiled. Uh-oh. Mandy's mind registered the mistake even as she saw the grin go evil and the twinkle in Sandra's eye. Off the trail, next to a tree.

"This looks fine." Mandy shuddered, less from cold than the sheer embarrassment. Sandra knew Mandy was wild about just about anything. But Mandy still locked the bathroom door to pee. She began to sob as she squatted down in front of her lover, in broad daylight in a park. She had to struggle; when it started she felt not only the release of pressure but a small climax passed through her. She looked up at the smiling face of her lover and was quivering even more. "Good girl, my love." Sandra stroked her hair as the last dribbles came out. A whisper, "I'm so proud of you."

Then the last hundred yards; out the park gate with traffic and pedestrians passing by. She felt the eyes on her nudity and bindings; she strutted to the car like a superstar. Sandra walked proudly next to her. Beth held the door, smiling broadly. Mandy knew people stopped and stared; she could see them gaping. Into the car, warm again. Beth closing the door, William darting the bulky vehicle into the traffic. Mandy started to giggle, leaning over to kiss Sandra. Sandra kissed back, tasting the jogger's juices on Mandy's lips. Mandy beat Sandra to the punch. "Stop three, big boy."

William started to chuckle; Beth laughed out loud. "Food it is, you attention whore."

The restaurant was in a nice area. Three in the afternoon was too early for a crowd. Beth had wrapped the cloak around her in the parking lot. They came in the door; the hostess was polite but very curious. Luckily William drew her attention. His 6'2 muscled frame drew female attention without fail. They went to a table near the back, past only one or two occupied tables. The waitress came over to take their orders; William motioned her close, whispering. He passed her something and nodded to Beth. The waitress straightened up, blushing. "I'm Natalie, I'll be your waitress today." The words were forced, her legs pressing together and nipples rising against the material of her bra and blouse. "Can I get you anything to drink?"

Beth and Sandra took off their coats; Sandra smiled and asked for sweet tea. Beth was naked under her coat except for a gold and diamond choker. She wanted coffee. Sandra removed Mandy's cloak, eliciting a gasp at her bindings from Natalie. William asked for coffee to cover the pause. Sandra told Natalie to make it two teas. Natalie wrote something on her pad and turned, leaving menus behind. William's eyes followed her, "She's soaked her panties already." All three girls quickly looked and saw the wet spot in the waitress' pants, visible from behind. Everyone started laughing.

The late lunch lasted until four; Sandra and Beth taking turns feeding Mandy bites of food. They didn't untie her. Natalie kept lingering in the area, staring and rubbing herself. The wet spot remained visible, grew. The meal ended, William standing and holding coats for first Beth, then Sandra. Mandy was helped to her feet, then of her own volition moved close to Natalie. "If you give him your number, we can come for you later, sweetie." She kissed the girl on the lips, diving her tongue in. "You know you want to." Sandra led her towards the front door, Beth in the lead with the car keys. William stayed back to pay the bill. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw Natalie write something on her pad and give it to William. Mandy licked her lips. The other patrons stared, one of the wait staff dropped a tray, and the hostess' eyes were the size of saucers. Beth stopped and kissed the hostess before going out the door. The girl's hands went to her pussy and started moving involuntarily. They fled to the car, full of giggles. William followed at a dignified pace.

"On to number four." Sandra's voice was breathless, her cheeks flushed. Mandy could see her green eyes glowing from the excitement. Beth had her feet propped on the dash and was diddling herself; William kept his eyes on the road with difficulty.

They arrived at the last spot, a swank hotel on the lakefront. William got out first, the girls following. Sandra whispered in Mandy's ear, "He set this one up, it's a surprise to me, too." Mandy felt the quiver of dread and the excitement from anticipation. William walked up to the bar entry, talked with a man at the door, then motioned to the girls.

"This is Eddie; he runs the bar. Eddie, this is Beth, Sandra, and Mandy." Eddie was around 50, heavy, but still handsome. His hair had gone salt and pepper; he smelled of vanilla, musk, and pipe smoke. Beth lingered and talked with Eddie while Sandra led Mandy across the bar. William stopped at the grand piano in the corner. He pulled a cloth pad out and laid it center on the open space. He turned to Sandra, "Set her up here, feet at this end – arms up there." Mandy's cloak slipped off her shoulders, her arms finally came undone. William lifted her like a child to the piano top; she laid back without complaint, her buns centered on the cloth. William fastened something to her ankles, then tied her wrists out wide. He propped a pillow under her head so she could see the bar. Sandra had shed her coat at some point. She sat next to the piano, casually holding Mandy's hand. One bartender had not moved since the cloak fell. The other prodded him to get back to work, saying the show would be there all night.

The two waitresses working came over together. "Scotch for me, a strawberry margarita, frozen, for the lady in black, another for my lady at the door, and a chocolate orgasm, with straw, for my decorations." One turned to put in the order, the other remained by the side of the piano. "Can I… can I touch her?" William nodded to Sandra, "You have to ask the young lady here."

William cracked his knuckles once and started playing the piano; Christmas songs. The waitress came over and knelt in front of Sandra. Her cheek was touching the inside of Sandra's knee when she spoke, "Mistress, may I touch your displayed slave?"

Beth came bouncing over, coat gone and eyes glowing she plopped down on a big, fuzzy pillow next to the piano bench. "Yes, you may after you pay the toll. One kiss." Sandra's voice was nearly choking. The girl moved her head forward, placing a kiss on Sandra's engorged clit. "Thank you, mistress." Sandra was squeezing Mandy's hand, the other holding the chain, taking all her self control not to start diddling herself right there and then.

The girl slid back, stood up, and ran her fingers along Mandy's labia. She withdrew a damp finger and seductively sucked it clean. Her eyes sparkled. Mandy squirmed. "Mistress, I will be back to ask the cost to eat her when my shift ends." She bounced back to the bar, then mischievously offered the damp finger to one bartender. Mandy started giggling at his reaction; it looked like he was coming in his pants. The drinks came and they began to relax. The piano vibrated with the music, keeping Mandy on edge. Bar patrons filtered in; many stared at the scene in the corner. Christmas music and a redhead splayed on the piano. William whispered something to Beth, who dug around in his coat. Mandy watched as Beth produced a sprig of mistletoe. She taped it down just above the patch of red hair Mandy left on her pussy. "Perfect," pronounced William. He started a rendition of "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus." The party started suddenly. The bartender who kept his control walked over with a bottle of butter shots and grin.

"Body shots?" Sandra nodded, and the ten or fifteen patrons followed. The songs were sung, drinks drunk, tongues trailed over Mandy. The waitress came up at nine, her shift over. "What's the charge to eat her?" Assured, calm. Sandra brought her in for a kiss, whispered something in her ear. "No orgasm, that's it? Done." Mandy started, staring over at Sandra. The wicked grin was back. The waitress slid onto the piano and began nibbling and sucking to applause and encouragement. She brought Mandy up to the edge, but not over, several times. It was a horrible tease. Beth had hold of the bartender, stroking him with her hands. His pants were at his knees and he was desperate. Beth was whispering in his ear. Mandy kept watching, wondering what Beth was up to. The clock struck ten. William stood up.

"End of my set, folks. Thank Eddie for the entertainment." He gave a short bow. "One last act, please back up and give her space." He held his hand out to Sandra, helping her stand on the end of the piano between Mandy's legs. Mandy looked over at the bartender Beth was toying with, ignoring her own peril. He was naked, on all fours. Beth was stroking his cock and had three fingers pistoning in his ass. The waitresses were both watching intently – it looked like Beth was holding class. Then her attention came back to her lover. Sandra had dropped down and begun to lick Mandy's pussy. It only took a moment or three for the first ripping orgasm to start. One orgasm piled into another. A brief lucid moment revealed half a dozen people, men and women, masturbating. The bartender was eating out a waitress while the other one had replaced Beth, stroking and finger banging him. Beth was across the way, kneeling in front of Eddie. His face was straining, showing how close Beth had him. Above her head a woman in a dress was riding William's lap. Her attention came back to her lover after a nip on her clit, then another powerful orgasm with fingers in her bottom and stroking her g-spot.

Sandra untied her at 11, replaced the chains and helped her to her feet. The bar had become a den of debauchery. The door was closed; Eddie had a woman bent over the bar. The bartender Beth had seduced was in the midst of five people; a woman he was fucking, a man in his ass, another man in his mouth, and two others stroking off. His face was somewhere between agony and heaven. The other bartender was sandwiched between the waitresses. Sandra's coat was on, Mandy's cloak over her arm. Beth was clinging to William's arm, her coat undone. William waved to Eddie as they walked out. Eddie flipped him off in return, not missing a stroke.

They walked out to the car in the cold night air. Mandy saw the people stare, returning a satisfied look at them. William drove them to the apartment. Beth went to the kitchen while Sandra took Mandy to the bedroom. The two began to cuddle softly, sexed out for the night. William poked his head in the door. "See you in the morning."

Was that a threat? Mandy's body curled into her lover. Screw it. Tomorrow's tomorrow. She suddenly thought of Sandra. She hasn't come today! Mandy slid lower and began to work on her lover's pussy. Sandra squirmed and moaned, struggling against her lover's lips. Mandy drove her over the edge three or four times, then snuggled up again, satisfied. The smaller woman sighed deeply, sleeping with her head on Mandy's shoulder. Both began to drift off to sleep.

Mandy's last thought was of William's parting statement. What is coming tomorrow? And she drifted off to sleep.