Five hours after the festivities began the crowd had thinned considerably. No one had noticed as six of the guests slipped away quietly, up the stairs into the Long's private chamber. Trent and Elinor had one last nightcap with the stragglers before arranging designated drivers for those who needed them and locking up for the night. They surveyed the ruin ruefully before deciding to leave it until after they had slept a little. Elinor sent Trent ahead, promising to meet him in a minute so that they could finish the conversation that Derek had interrupted.
"Oh baby! That was wonderful! Thank you soooooo much!" Trent called out to his wife as he entered his bedroom.
"Take your clothes off, Trent."
Trent stopped dead in his tracks at the sight in his bedroom. Two nearly naked women were sprawled decoratively on his bed, obviously waiting for him. Libby? Julie? Shit! What the fuck??!!! He didn't have much time to process the fact of their existence or the command that he wasn't quite sure he had heard when he felt a stinging blow to his backside.
"Don't make me have to tell you again. Take your clothes off Trent; and get on your knees."
Trent turned and stared into the chocolate-coloured eyes of his muse, the lovely Ms. Jelly Rolle.
Jelly brandished a cane, the one that she had used to hit him. Trent felt himself harden instantly. Jelly's pouting lips barely moved, but her eyes sparkled with amusement at his indecision. He didn't know whether to believe that his wildest fantasy or his worst nightmare was about to come true. He felt his muscles tense, ready for flight. He breathed deeply, trying to calm himself. He fought with himself not to look at the women in his bed. He winced as he felt his cock stiffen. He swallowed and tried to focus on Jelly's face. He tried to step away from her as she hit him again.
"Wait!" he gasped. "You shouldn't be here!"
"You shouldn't still have your clothes on." She turned away from him, "Ladies!"
Trent felt three pairs of arms restrain him while a fourth dragged his pants down leaving his enormous erection to bob painfully in front of Jelly. He felt his balls begin to contract. Oh no! He was going to cum just from looking at this woman holding a cane. No! Please! No!
"Don't even think it" she said. "You know what will happen to you if you cum without permission."
Trent came.
He didn't open his eyes when he heard his wife's disapproving murmur. What must she be thinking? He kept his head bowed submissively, biting his lip hard and digging his nails savagely into his palms to stave off the wave of desperate desire that had hit him when he heard the rustle of those stockings draw closer. He wanted to come again. Don't do it T. Don't do it! Don't! When a pair of stiletto and stocking clad manicured feet were in his field of vision he felt a flood of gratitude toward her that almost brought him to tears. Elinor!
Oh Elinor! I love you more than anything else in the world! You would do this for me? You really don't mind? This doesn't really mean anything. You know that, don't you? It's just sex. These women! We do this only if you're okay with it. But I do want to do this...Libby and Satu and Julie! I want to spank Madison! Please don't be angry if we do this just once. Let me fuck Jelly, just once! I WANT TO FUCK HER HARD! I'll never ask you for anything else in life! It's just sex. IT'S JUST SEX!!! Trent's brain screamed at him. He wanted to tell his wife these things but he held his tongue. He had said some of them to her before in jest. He knew that she knew. She knew better than he, the dark desires of his heart. He did not want to think about how she knew but somehow she had unravelled the confusion that obscured his deepest longings. She knew that despite everything, he loved her.
"Strip him ladies. He needs to be punished."
Trent wanted desperately to meet Elinor's eye, to reassure her, and to receive her assurances, that the events of the evening wouldn't change things for them. He didn't dare look at her though in case that was against the rules for the night. He had confessed to her that he liked to be dominated on occasion. The big, respectable businessman about town, the owner of Jamaica's largest contract manufacturing firm, wanted to give up his control once in a while, wanted to be made to feel worthless, small and helpless every now and then. He had confessed this truth about himself and more, and he wondered how much of it he would have to endure tonight before Elinor decided that he'd had enough. He wondered if their safe word would work. No way to find that out now without calling the whole thing off. They should have talked about that before. He'd just have to trust her; and hope that none of these women found the limits of his strength.
His breath hitched as he felt himself propelled toward the centre of the room and the same pairs of hands peeled his clothes slowly from his body. These women weren't shy about touching him. Probing fingers explored the planes, bulges and crevasses of his body. He relaxed into the sensations, enjoying the anticipation of things promised by those touches. He tried to imprint the experience on his memory. The pain in his nerve endings was exquisite. His nipples were pebbled, his cock straining. He wanted relief but not yet. The evening had only just begun. There was a long way to go. As yet, he was the only one completely naked in the room. Trent stifled a moan at that thought.
"On your knees Trent," Jelly ordered again, reinforcing her words with a light flick of her crop across his groin.
The man gasped and obeyed quickly. He tensed as someone put a pinch collar and leash around his neck. Okay, serious, hardcore shit tonight! He glanced in Elinor's direction, but she wasn't watching him, she was fiddling with something that he could not see.
"Keep your eyes on the floor Trent. Do not presume to look at any of these ladies unless I say you may. Do you understand?"
"Yes Mistress," the man whispered.
"Very good!" Jelly smiled. "If you continue to be a good boy you might get to sample each of us tonight. Would you like that?" she asked in a voice that adults usually reserved for very young children She inclined her head and smiled at the other women who, as yet, Trent had only glimpsed in the mirrors that adorned the room.
"Trent, I'd like to introduce our playmates for the evening. I know that you've met all of us before, you need to be clear about this evening."
Someone shut the door quietly behind him, turning the key in the lock. Trent sighed, relieved. That was the signal that he and Elinor had decided years ago they would use if they ever took a walk on the wild side. It said that they were all agreed that the events of the night would never come back to haunt any of them. What happened behind locked doors would remain there.
"Meet Ms. Liberty Belle..." Jelly announced, and his friend from his karate class, Libby, smiled seductively at him from across the room, her eyes raking his body, lingering on his swollen cock.
"...And this lovely lady is Ms. Julie Don't go There."
Julie blew him a kiss.
"And behind you are Maddy, The Baddy and Ms. Satu Rated."
Trent opened his mouth in a delighted gasp when his friends Madison and Satu emerged from the shadows. Both women were dressed in leather, the stuff of his fantasies, Maddy in a shelf bra and thong that exposed her delectable buttocks and shapely legs and Satu in a cut out affair that offered her beautiful fanny and erect nipples to the company. Trent's mouth watered.
"Do not speak unless you're asked a direct question, Trent. I do not want to have to gag you," Jelly warned. "I have better things to do with your mouth. Do you understand?" she continued.
"Yes Mistress, I understand."
"Good," the woman continued her introductions. "Meet Ms. Kink."
Trent's heart skipped a beat when Karen, his Head of Marketing, met his eyes and smirked at him. Was this really wise? He couldn't afford for this to get out at the office! He tried to fight off his rising panic by focussing on the reality of the locked door, on the fact that she used an assumed name and on the fact that she was one of Elinor's closest friends. These were three unwritten contracts in which he had to believe if the evening were to be a success. That she wore only two strategically placed tassels above her waist and stockings, a garter belt and outrageously high-heeled shoes was also reassuring.
"I believe you know Mama Cookies n' Cream, our gracious hostess for the evening. She has said that you are poly-amorous and in need of a little spice in your life," she said turning slightly toward Elinor; "and as you know, I am Jelly Rolle."
Trent could imagine why Elinor had decided on the "Mama Cream" designation, but he wondered if the "Cookies" part referred to her chocolate-coloured skin or to her usually sweet disposition. He'd have to tease her about that when they were alone and after he clarified what Jelly meant when she said that they needed a little spice in their lives.
