If nothing else, leaving my previous grind for graduate school had greatly improved my sex life. I was splitting my time between two intelligent young women: Francisca, a beautiful, petite Latina, and Pauline, a slim and curly blond exploring her submissive side with me. Although neither woman desired an exclusive relationship and were friendly to each other, my relationship with each was defined not just by hot sex but by a deep sense of reciprocal love. My first encounter with Pauline was an alcohol-fueled threesome with Jane, a busty, vivacious African American woman in our cohort. We hadn't hooked up with her since but knew she was open to it.
Towards the end of October, Francisca's advisor, an Associate Professor in our program, left on a two-week trip, leaving Francisco to house sit for him, even giving her the green light to host a party if she liked. At Jane's urging, Francisca decided to host a Halloween Party with a fetish theme.
Pauline and I went shopping for our costumes at a sex shop. I got a chest harness to wear with tight jeans and found the perfect thing for Pauline: a low back dress revealing the top of her ass cleavage and a neckline plunging all the way past her navel in front. The night of the party, I picked up Pauline and handed her a small bag. "Put these on," I told her.
Reaching into the bag, Pauline pulled out a leash and collar. "This is perfect!" she exclaimed, fastening the collar, "I'm going to be on your leash all night!"
"That's not all," I tell her. Putting her hand back in the back, Pauline let out an excited cry.
"I'm glad it's a fetish party. But even so, I wouldn't have the guts to wear these if I wasn't under your control." As Pauline pulled aside her dress, she attached a clamp to each of her hard pink nipples. The beauty of this is that the chain between them hung down across the plunging neckline and would be obvious to anyone.
Francisca opened the door and kissed us both in welcome. She was wearing tight black leather pants, a black leather corset that pushed her cleavage up to view, and held a black leather riding crop in her hand. Her eye makeup was dark and dramatic and her lips blood red. "Come on in, have a drink," she invited us. Some of Francisca's friends from the comparative lit department who I didn't know were there. Francisca made a quick round of introductions as we headed for the kitchen, Pauline following close by as I held the leash attached to her collar.
An explosion of familiar laughter greeted us. Jane was having a drink with a woman I didn't know: a beautiful Filipina in a corset, miniskirt and patent leather platforms, introduced to us as Daisy. As Francisca set up a round of cocktails, I took in Jane's outfit. She was wearing a figure-hugging gold mini-dress that showcased her curves and lush cleavage. Jane's lean, dark legs extended from the bottom of her short dress down to gold platform shoes that showed off toes with gold polish. Her skin shone with a gloss of golden dust and her eye makeup was dark and dramatic.
"Liam!' she gushed, crushing me in her embrace and planting a firm kiss on my lips. Her warm body felt wonderful against mine as I held the small of her back a moment and took in her scent. Jane gave Pauline a similar welcome then stood back to look at her, taking in the obvious fact of Pauline's nipple chain with an expressive smirk. "Are we gonna have fun tonight?" she asked Pauline.
"Well," responded Pauline, "Liam is keeping me on a pretty short leash. But maybe he'll let me out for a run." Everyone laughed.
We circulated around the party for an hour or more. The theme of the party facilitated plenty of sexual banter and play. While there was no shortage of enticing sights, Pauline's nipple chain drew much attention and, after a while, some explicit questions.
A pale Goth-attired literature student named Indigo asked Pauline how the chain was attached and whether her nipples were pierced. "Why don't you show her?" I prompted. Pauline shyly pulled her dress aside to show the tiny clamps that held her nipples.
"Does it hurt?" asked Indigo.
"If you tighten them a lot, or pull too hard, yes," replied Pauline. "But a gentle pull is pleasurable."
I took the chain and gave it a gentle tug, causing Pauline's breasts to bounce a little.
"Wow, that's hot," said Indigo.
"Do you want to try? I offered.
"Is it okay with you?" Indigo asked Pauline.
"Do what you like," Pauline replied, meekly, looking both nervous and excited.
Indigo played with Pauline's chain, saying "that looks so good," as she unconsciously licked her own lips.
I noticed Daisy, checking this out from across the room with an intent stare that she broke off abruptly when she saw me watching her. Another group entered the room boisterously, breaking the spell. Indigo let go of the chain to join her friends and Pauline covered her nipples again.
I felt pretty turned on and took Pauline out to the patio to make out with her a little. In the dark I pulled her dress open again and gave her nipples a flick with my tongue as Pauline sighed in pleasure. But we were immediately joined by Jane who asked, "mind if I join you?"
"Not at all," I replied. "You can lick the other nipple for a while."
Pauline moaned as we attacked her clamped nipples with our tongues. I pulled the chain upwards, raising her nipples to our mouths, causing Pauline to exhale sharply. Jane, meanwhile, had placed her hand under Pauline's dress and was rubbing Pauline's pussy.
"Aha," Jane remarked, "this little coochie is shaved now. I think I'll have a taste." As Jane got on her knees before the panting Pauline, I pulled the top of Jane's dress down, letting her round globes with their thick dark nipples bounce free in the night air. I was squeezing Jane's breasts as she began to explore Pauline's pussy with her tongue.
We were sharply interrupted by Francisca's voice: "I'm the mistress here, and I don't allow this on my patio. The three of you follow me right now!"
