Al and Sarah showed up at my place the last Friday of October and my husband was out of town on business until the next day. Thank God. In the limo Al handed me a box that he said was my 'costume'. He told me to change into it at once, there in the car. 'No underwear' he said, 'and I mean it'. I was afraid of Al and what he has on me. So I stripped off my clothes and changed into the scandalous garment. The limo driver leered at me in his mirror while I was nude. The dress was a shear backless number, not much material, but obviously expensive. It was so short that the hem barely hid my crotch and the deep v-neck exposed my front almost down to my navel. Sarah helped with my hair and makeup. She kissed me, and told me I am beautiful, but before I could reply, the car pulled to a stop in front of this huge house.
Al was out of the limo immediately and opened our door. 'Get out Julie, and put these on.' He was offering me the highest spike heels I'd ever seen. 'And remember, for the rest of the night, your name is Slave.' Struggling to regain my balance while still trying to smooth my dress and maintain some modesty I nodded submissively.
Outside Sarah touched my arm and whispered that we had to 'put these on'. She was referring to the same metallic handcuffs she had used on me the week before. Taking each wrist, she bound my arms behind me. We were out in public on the sidewalk in front of this big house and I am helplessly confined in cuffs and a very skimpy costume. The final humiliation was when Sarah placed a blindfold over my eyes and Al attached some kind of collar around my neck.
Standing in the cool night air I was shivering, unable to see, and hardly able to keep my balance. Al seemed to be satisfied. He told Julie, 'I think we're ready. Julie, bring the slave.' And with that I felt a tug on the collar around my neck and followed, trying to keep from falling. We must have approached the house because I heard a loud knocking and Al announced 'I have Mistress Julie and the slave and I request permission to enter.' Gratefully, I felt a warm blast of air when the door opened, and stepped over the threshold.
Sarah pulled me into the house no more than a few steps before I felt rough hands on my bare shoulders and arms. Bolder hands reached under my dress and grabbed my bottom, firmly squeezing and pulling my cheeks apart. More fingers found my nipples and pinched one, but she intervened. 'Stop touching the slave', this in a loud and commanding voice, 'when she's ready, you may inspect her.' Feeling a tug on my collar I stumbled somewhat as I was led quite a ways into another room where I had to step up onto some platform or stage. My neck was pulled back against some hard flat surface so it was hard to move. Sarah reached down to remove the ridiculous heels I had been wearing. Some kind of bracelet was attached to both my ankles. Thankfully, she reached behind me to release my arms, but the cuffs were replaced by bracelets similar to what they had placed on my ankles. I was still confined, but my arms were comfortable, now that I was able to move them. With a voice of authority, the Mistress announced, 'the slave is ready to be inspected.' She removed the blindfold and I was blinded by bright studio lights. When my eyes adjusted I could see at least 2 cameras on tripods focused in my direction. I was captive in a small auditorium, but I couldn't see beyond the lights to tell how big or who was inside. A group of men starting groping me through my dress. They felt my hair, face, then arms, breasts, and legs.
My ass was groped as before and now they pinched and pulled my nipples except this time Sarah didn't stop them. I heard the command 'Remove the cloth' and 3 hands grabbed my expensive costume and ripped it from my body. Someone poured some massage oil across my shoulders which ran down my breasts, sides and legs. I'm exposed nude now and unable to hide. Many strong hands spread and worked the oil over my body. Then a voice announces 'The slave is acceptable. Arouse the slave', I'm not sure who said it, but the men backed off and Sarah knelt before me with this electric vibrator in her hands. Squeezing my legs together, I tried to prevent her from pressing the appliance onto my vagina. I pushed her away, but the big voice said 'spread the Slave' and I felt my ankles being pulled apart and my arms are raised, attached as they were to these bracelets. My bare feet slid across the floor.
With my arms spread above my head and my legs spread uncomfortably wide, Sarah applied the big vibrator directly to my clitoris. I'm embarrassed to say she brought me to an orgasm in only a minute or so. I'm scared, embarrassed and so totally aroused, there wasn't anything I could do to control myself. It was a huge, convulsing orgasm and I cried out. There was no stopping it. Mistress Sarah removed the stimulation when she could it was becoming painful.
The big voice must have been satisfied I was sufficiently aroused. I was still trying to recover myself when I heard it say 'penetrate the slave'. Again, it was my mistress kneeling before me. Her hands stroked my inner thighs upward to my vagina. I had to shudder when she slipped a finger into my slick pussy. I shuddered again and again as she slid another finger into me, then another and another. When she pushed her 4th finger into me her thumb became lodged against my clitoris and I knew I was going to lose control again. Of course I lost it and had another shuddering, groaning orgasm.
Mistress Sarah removed her fingers from me, stood up and kissed my mouth. 'Relax yourself, love. I won't hurt you.' She knelt down again and I felt her 4 fingers probing me, but this time there was more pressure. I felt her thumb touch me and I knew what she was going to do. Ever so slowly there was more and more pressure as she pushed her hand into me. Her whole hand entered me, and made a fist. I could feel her knuckles pass behind my pubic bone. I started having a continuous orgasm as she pushed her hand in and out of me disturbing my clitoris. I lost all control of myself and although I couldn't really move around much I came again, writhing against my restraints. As I was convulsing on her hand, my bladder let go and I peed a little on Sarah's arm. 'I'm so sorry, so sorry' I was sobbing with pleasure and abandon. 'I couldn't help myself.' Looking up, I saw sometime earlier the cameras and a light had moved much closer to us to record her hand inside my bottom.
Pulling her hand out of me and standing, she said 'You were perfect, and that happens to everyone. Let's get you dressed and go home.' I found my restraints released and she gave me my clothes which I guess Al had recovered from the limo. I stumbled home by 11PM with a sore and swollen pussy and very tender nipples. My husband Steve never learned about this, but I'm not really sure where I was or what happened to the recordings they made that night. This event will no doubt come back to haunt me.
