Rachels Slumber Party

I drove through the gate and up a long driveway to the enormous old mansion. I had never been to Rachel's house before, but I always noticed it from the street, since it was the biggest house in town. Rachel had been friends with my girlfriend, Karen, since junior high, but they usually ran in different circles. Rachel was a petite, gorgeous blonde with dark eyes and a tight little body. I'd say she looked a lot like Gwen Stefani, and was a very sweet, popular girl. She had pouty lips, a curvy body, and she just seemed like a very sexual person, most likely aware that all men, and a lot of women wanted her, badly. Her family had been very rich for centuries and owned most of the businesses downtown. She was an only child and grew up in the mansion, but now she lived in the "pool house", which was really just a five-bedroom stone house behind the pool.

Rachel didn't seem to stay with any boyfriend for a real long time. She would usually date one rich dork after another, being showered with lavish gifts and vacations, then usually dump him. No one ever dumped her. One guy even bought her a car, the red vintage Porsche she zipped around town in. I always thought of Rachel as being a kind, good natured girl, but in recent months I realized she was also a merciless tease and very bossy in bed.

Karen had started a Friday night ritual of enslaving me for the weekend and Rachel was often involved, as well as a bunch of Karen's friends and about half the women I work with. They especially liked to dwell on my lifetime fetish for legs and feet in nylons, after Karen revealed it to some of her friends one fateful night after work. This weekend however, Karen said she was going on a business trip, and volunteered me to help out with a party for Rachel. Given our history, I was pretty sure it involved more than setting up tables and chairs.

The giant old door opened, and there was Rachel. She hugged me and pressed her tight little body against me, giving me a long, sensuous kiss. She smiled and purred, "Hi Chris! Thanks so much for helping out with this. I really appreciate it. So what we're doing is every month or so I have a nice get-together with all my girlfriends and we just need some help serving drinks and hors d'oeuvres, you know, keep things going."

As she spoke, I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed in her outfit. She always wore hot clothes or at least something pretty and stylish, but tonight she was wearing a pink hoodie, some baggy sweat pants and white canvas sneakers. Her face was beautiful, but the rest of her was completely covered up. I guessed this would be a very casual affair. Suddenly, she pulled her hoodie off, kicked off her sneakers and pulled off her pants. "Oh-it's a slumber party by the way!"

Rachel stood before me in a lacy red teddy which barely covered her perky breasts and had sexy cutouts revealing her smooth, glowing skin. She winked and spun around to show me the tiny thong back. The sight of her tight little ass made me woozy as my heart began to race.

"Okay, get undressed. It's time to get changed." Rachel ordered as she walked over to retrieve a shopping bag from the couch. She stared at me intently as I dropped my pants to reveal the silky black pantyhose that Karen had made me wear to the office that day. "Oh so it's black today? Very classy look-here you go!"

Standing naked before her, I covered myself with the bag and started rummaging through it. I couldn't really figure out what it was-just a big, confusing pile of silk and ruffles. As I pulled it out, I realized that it was a sheer black body stocking, as well as a puffy black skirt made of endless layers of silky netting. And at the bottom, a pair of strappy thin stiletto heels that had to have been at least four inches high, with cute ankle straps. I had never worn anything like that, and I had no idea how I would possibly be able to walk in them.

My blood turned cold and I nervously blurted out, "Oh man, Rachel, do I really need to wear all this stuff?"

Rachel was silent for a second or two and then curled her mouth into an absolutely joyous smile. I knew that I fucked up.

My heart raced as she casually paced around behind me, smirking, "Oh of course not, Chris! I'm sure we can get something else together for you that's not so tight and constricting, maybe some more sensible shoes...there's just one thing?"

"What's that?"

"Don't you EVER fucking talk back to me again!! Put it all on NOW!" On the word "EVER", she smacked my ass so hard that I jumped a few feet. I have no idea how a girl who barely weighed 100 pounds could hit someone with such force. My ears, and ass, rang for days, and any time I think of that moment, it sends a shock through my body, and I'm sure it always will. I never knew she had such a raging temper but suddenly I realized that it was just another way she always got her way..

"Okay, okay, sorry, sorry," I whimpered, fumbling with the lingerie, trying to figure out where to put my foot.

"Sorry, WHAT?" she demanded, accompanied by another smack, even harder than the first.

"Sorry, mistress."

Rachel wasn't done yet. She gave me a shove, throwing me off balance. I wasn't sure if this was all an act but it was incredibly hot. The sight of her in her fiery red lace outfit glaring at me reduced me to jelly, as I awkwardly started pulling the nylons up my legs.

"Seriously, Chris-what is wrong with you? Stop acting like you don't love every minute of this! It's not hard. When a girl tells you to do something, you just do it. Now when I tell Karen about this, she's going to be so pissed off, but I don't even have time for that now. We gotta get the food and drinks together before they come." Luckily all the food was catered; it just needed to be laid out, and several blenders of girly drinks had to be made.

Rachel started unpacking the fridge while I tried to get dressed. The body stocking may have been a little small and as I stretched it up my legs, my heart raced with excitement. I pulled it past my waist and discovered it was crotchless, my cock and balls conveniently available to whomever, but the rest of my body trapped in tight black nylon. As I pulled the thin, silky material up past my nipples, I struggled to squeeze my somewhat muscular arms into the long sleeves and get the back together. Rachel stretched the back into place and pulled a zipper all the way up to my neck, then strapped a black leather slave collar around my neck.

I put my feet through the knee-length poofy skirt and immediately realized the intent of the outfit-to tease my cock and balls mercilessly all night! My throbbing cock was jutting out and sliding within the folds of all the slick netting as Rachel smiled wickedly at my predicament. I also realized that my silk-covered legs rubbing together next to my balls every time I moved would be another constantly delicious torment. When I put on the white lacy apron on, it almost completed my maid outfit.

Next came the dainty high heeled sandals with ankle straps. As soon as I stepped into them, I understood why I love seeing them on women. My legs felt longer and extremely shapely and feminine, and I felt my ass being lifted up as my cock was pushed through the layers of exquisite silk even further. I felt empathy for all women who for whatever reason would go through life in such tight, slick clothing, but wondered if they constantly felt as aroused moving around, as well as having men staring and wanting them constantly.

I took a few steps around to practice walking, and my eyes rolled back in my head from the outrageous teasing my cock was going through. Rachel snapped, "And you'd better not get a bunch of come all over your skirt or there'll be more trouble. Now get down on your knees."

Rachel lay back on a plush leather couch in front of me and spread her legs wide, unsnapping the crotch of her teddy. She pulled the ring on my collar toward her as I gratefully buried my face in her wetness. Her pussy was soaked as I hungrily licked her thighs and jammed my tongue into her, while she ground herself against the stubble in my face. I squeezed her little ass tightly as she cried out loudly, rocking her tiny hips against my face and wrapping her legs around my head as she came violently.

We stayed still for a few minutes, catching our breath, when the doorbell rang. Rachel calmly snapped her teddy together, stood up and pulled me by my collar to my feet. "Don't wash your face-just get the door. Oh wait-your skirt's messed up. Let me fix that."

Rachel lifted the back of my skirt up, and her soft, tiny hands brushing against my slick nylon thighs felt like heaven as the cool air rushed between my legs. Then *SMACK!!*- my bliss was interrupted by one more powerful slap on my rear, as I heard female giggles on the other side of the door. "Ha ha-fooled you! Now go get the door."

I opened the door, extremely humiliated by my attire, and saw two beautiful women, a sexy, Italian looking brunette and a very Main Line girl with dirty blond hair, wearing long coats and heels, as well as puzzled expressions, while Rachel sidled up next to me to give them both big hugs and kisses.

"Hi girls!" she purred. "This is Chris-he'll be taking care of all your needs tonight. Come on in and give him your coats and shoes."

The girls came in and unbuttoned their coats to reveal their outfits; the blond in a pretty green silk chamois, and the brunette in tiny silk black panties and tank top. They handed their coats to me. As I felt their body heat in the silky lining of their coats pressing against my outfit, and smelled their perfumes and body lotion, I thought I would come on the spot, but somehow held it off. They took off their shoes, the blonde holding onto my shoulder for support, and handed them over to me. The brunette seemed to intentionally stick the inside of her shoe right next to my nose right as I was breathing in, smiling at me as I unintentionally breathed in her intoxicating scent.

I walked away, wobbling in my heels to hang their coats, and got the girls their drinks as the doorbell rang again. More girls began to file in, all of them stripping off their coats to reveal their tight bodies packed into the skimpiest and most provocative lingerie. Some of them hugged me or shook my hand with a curious smile. Others hardly acknowledged me, tossing their coats and shoes at me and walking away to greet their sexy friends.

A couple of girls arrived together that caused a bit of a stir. Jennifer was a petite blonde, just a shade taller than Rachel, but with a very arrogant look to her that was somehow hot as hell. She owned an art gallery downtown and had made a lot of money investing in paintings. She looked wickedly hot in a lacy black corset which pushed her small breasts together, a black thong, sexy black stockings attached to the corset, and sinister black heels, which she did not remove.

She held a leash in her hand, which was attached to a very tall, raven-haired girl in the same exact outfit as Jennifer, except all in white and wearing a black leather collar similar to mine. She was very beautiful in an artsy, bohemian way, with dark eyes and long black hair in sexy bangs, her pale skin covered with quite a few tattoos. She towered over all of us and said nothing, her eyes downcast. As she nervously glanced at me, then down to the floor, I wondered what her story was. She seemed like an artist, or possibly a gallery employee. Both women were wearing the same heavy eye makeup and deep red lipstick, and I immediately imagined them kissing passionately.

"Hi Rachel!" Jennifer squealed, as the two women hugged and kissed. She laughed and said, "I brought a snack! This is Chloe, she's an amazing artist, and she's here to be initiated into the party!"

Rachel looked Chloe up and down and purred, "Mmmmmm, she's cute ," stroking Chloe's hair. She took the leash from Jennifer and gently pulled Chloe's head down to her. She pressed herself against the lanky brunette and gave her a deep, passionate kiss, sticking her hands into the nervous girl's coat, running her tiny hands down her back, and cupping her ass. "Welcome to my home. I think you'll enjoy yourself here," she whispered.

Rachel looked at me and said, "Come on over and take off her coat for her. She belongs to all of us tonight, but you're still beneath her. Nothing personal!" she giggled.

I took Chloe's coat off, revealing her majestic body all in white, ready to be defiled by the girls. Rachel had her turn around and display herself to us. Chloe gasped as Rachel yanked her tiny thong even further up her pussy and ass. Her sexy white-stockinged legs were trembling in the wobbly heels as the three women went into join the rest of the party.

The next group of women to arrive at the party made me very nervous. It was a Courtney, a sexy hippie kind of girl with long brown hair who owned the yoga studio where Karen took classes, along with an athletic-looking redhead, as well as an exotic girl with curly black hair and large, dark eyes. Courtney and I had never met or spoken to each other before, but she was always running the class when Karen had me pick her up over there. For some reason, the class would always run late by about 15 minutes, and the waiting room was positioned so that anyone sitting there would always be facing the whole class stretching in their skintight spandex leggings and tank tops. After a couple of minutes, I had a raging erection that made it very difficult to walk when Karen and the other women came out. I think the other girls there might have been from that class as well. They may have even heard Karen teasing me about my embarrassing, aroused state.

They didn't seem to recognize me, or maybe they just were pretending not to, as I gathered their coats, shoes, and boots. Courtney was wearing a cute little black bra and panty set underneath a wispy black see-through covering, the redhead was decked out in sexy purple boyshorts and a matching crop top, and the black-haired girl was wearing a short black chamois which hugged her sexy curves, with sheer pantyhose underneath.

I nervously led them in and took their drink orders while trying to keep up with the food dishes. These girls were consuming massive food and drinks and it was difficult to keep up with them. They were told to clink their glasses whenever they needed service, and I heard that sound all night. When I came to the kitchen or the living room there would usually be girls in chairs reaching out to stroke my silky legs or run their hands under my skirt. I was not allowed to leave until each girl dismissed me, and often they'd have me stand there while casually stroking my desperate, throbbing cock through the layers of thin netting, while I squirmed and moaned. Others pinched my nipples with their long claws while pressing themselves against my back, so you can see how this would slow things down a lot. Still, the other girls were pretty rude about having to wait.

Chloe was having a hard time as well, with Jennifer leading her around the party, to be grabbed at and squeezed by the other girls. Sometimes she'd make her suck on their breasts or toes, or have her rub their feet or shoulders, while she received no satisfaction at all.

Still, the party raged on, the girls drinking and dancing and smoking a bunch of powerful weed, which they were at least nice enough to share with Chloe and me. It helped me relax a little, but it also made me even more aware of my sensuous predicament. Here I was, in the middle of a dozen beautiful women in hot lingerie for the night, my body completely bound into slick, tight nylon and spiky heels, being teased beyond belief. Every movement I made triggered an erotic overload which resonated throughout my entire body. How would I possibly make it through the night?

Eventually the girls stopped with their demands long enough that I could start getting the plates and silverware in the dishwasher. Once I was cleaned up, I heard glasses clinking again in the TV room, where the party had moved.

I walked into the room for the first time; it was more like a beautiful movie theatre, with nine enormous, plush, black leather couches and coffee tables stacked up in three rows, filled with sexy women in pairs, or splayed out by themselves in their silk and lace. Inside there was a very nice sound system playing music while erotic lesbian movies played on the biggest TV I have ever seen in my life. It took up almost the entire wall, and the room was offset by some lovely art and a large hanging plant.

Rachel was sitting in the front middle couch, chilling out with a drink and a relaxed smile. "Hi, Chris! We're okay with drinks and stuff. You've been working so hard, and we really do appreciate it. Time for a little break. Why don't you come in here and hang with us for a while?"

I was relieved that finally they were finally showing some mercy, and as I plopped down on the couch next to her, it felt good to be off my feet in those precarious heels. "Thanks, Rachel," I said, relieved. "My feet could use a rest. I don't know how you all can go around in those shoes all day!"

Rachel looked around at her friends and they all burst into laughter. She chuckled, "That's not exactly what I was talking about," as she pulled a bathrobe cord from the couch and wrapped it around my wrists in a figure-eight style. She looked around the room and shouted, "Marisa, you're tall. Can you take that plant down for me?"

The first brunette to arrive at the party grinned and strode across the room, stretching her long, lean body out to remove the plant from the hook in the ceiling. Rachel led me over to Marisa and handed my bound wrists to her. "Would you do me a favor and hook him up for me, if you will?"

Marisa smiled, facing me, and purred "Of course! Here we go, Chris." She stretched my arms out and attached my hands to the hook, pressing her limber body against mine, sliding her legs between mine while I moaned in total ecstasy. Once I was secured to the ceiling, she continued to press against me, breathing hotly in my ear, running her soft hands down my back and squeezing my ass tightly. She stepped back a few inches and started lightly tickling my sides and armpits for a few minutes. I squirmed and tried to avoid her, but I couldn't move far at all. Luckily, she eventually stopped the tickling and walked back over to her friends, but in a roomful of mean girls, this could turn into a dangerous situation.

Rachel moved up to me and wrapped her arm around me. She announced, "Okay girls, I'll leave him up here for a little while for you to inspect or use however you like, then we'll assign him tasks in a bit. Oh, and for everybody who was asking what's going on underneath, here you go!"

Rachel started humming stripping music as she slowly lifted my hem up my legs, exposing my throbbing cock, dripping with precome, to the throng of cheering girls. She dropped the skirt, and wrapped my erection in the silky layers of net. I moaned helplessly as she gently caressed my balls and fucked my pleading cock ever so slightly with the ultra-feminine material.

Of course, I could do nothing to stop her agonizing tease, so I just squirmed and groaned as she taunted me relentlessly. As I looked around the room, I took in perhaps the most erotic panorama I could ever have imagined. To my left, the TV, which must have been at least 90 inches wide, showed a clip of three gorgeous women decked out in sexy dresses and heels kissing and fondling each other passionately. The women on the couches were set up with drinks, popcorn and ice cream as they talked and laughed among themselves. Some of them kissed and cuddled together, while others just looked at their phones, taking a few selfies of themselves with me dangling behind them and sending them God knows where.