Sandy had recovered quickly from the ordeal she'd experienced at the hands of Gary and Tom. Yes, Tom -- her husband. The man she loved had not only learned of her desire for dark pleasures but had happily conspired with Sandy's secret Dominant to give her an afternoon of the most exquisite pain and pleasure. The bruises had faded soon after. But her men had promised further adventures.
Tom had told her about the party as they'd left Gary's place. At first Sandy had been shocked. Then she'd been uncertain as to whether she could bring herself to participate. But as her body had recovered her mind had kicked into gear. Then the days had turned into weeks and Sandy had found her thoughts turning from fear to excitement to anticipation.
It had reached the point where in those last few days Sandy had found it a struggle to function normally. Her mind was filled almost constantly with hungry thoughts of what her two men might have planned for her. She'd dared not ask although she had shuddered each time Tom or Gary had dropped a little hint.
Gary was in charge. She was to perform as he instructed. There would be a group of men. Tom would be present but no-one else would know he was Sandy's husband. He and Gary would keep her safe but Sandy would be required to accept and endure each and every thing that would be demanded of her.
And her mental state had not been helped at all by Tom and Gary having decreed that sex was to be rationed until the party -- in order to 'make sure' that she arrived at the party feeling horny and hungry. Even masturbation had been banned. Sandy had felt somewhat put out by their decision but she'd never even contemplated disobeying them. She loved Tom now more fiercely than ever and was excited to be able to obey such commands from him.
The rule had not applied to Tom. Throughout those four weeks Tom had helped himself to her body seemingly whenever the urge had arisen -- her tits and her arse and her cunt had been fondled repeatedly. He had made sure many times to demand that Sandy suck his cock. On one evening he had taken great delight in using her mouth while she was on all fours and he watched television. He had groaned louder than ever before when he pumped his warm, salty cream into her mouth.
In the end Sandy had lasted for four long weeks been denied anything other than passing physical stimulation. The rising sexual frustration had driven her close to anger. But all that was forgotten as she drove herself across the city to the apartment.
This was the way Gary wanted it -- Sandy was to drive to the party alone. Of course there had been other times when she had driven alone somewhere to fuck some new man she barely knew. But this was so very different. Those other men had been secrets she'd kept from Tom (until recently). This time Tom was a participant in her wickedness. He would be one of those men. This time Tom was 'giving' her. Being forced to arrive alone emphasised that tonight she had no control.
But the main thing on Sandy's mind was fear -- a delicious terror from not knowing exactly what lay ahead that mixed with a nagging worry that somehow she would disappoint Tom and Gary. Now, for the first time, she really thought about running away. Tom would forgive her, she knew that. But she didn't want his forgiveness. She didn't want to have to ask him to forgive her. For reasons she didn't really understand her wonderful husband supported Sandy and her dark needs. He had granted her the freedom to satisfy those needs and she wanted to commit herself totally to him and this new dynamic in their marriage.
She pulled into the carpark and quickly scanned for Tom's car. He must have come with Gary. Sandy was sure that they were both inside, ready and waiting...probably briefing the other men on what they could expect and how much they could take from her. She should have been disgusted with them both but instead she thought about how damp her panties had been all week.
Despite the warmth of the evening Sandy shivered as she climbed out of her car. The problem was that everything seemed to have come up on her so fast. For so long she had dreamed of being a slut and a whore and a plaything for men, for strangers. Her training at Gary's hands had been supposed to prepare her for an occasion just like this. Yet, she felt totally unprepared now that the time had arrived.
But there was nothing else for it. She wouldn't be able to face either of them, nor herself, if she didn't walk right on over and knock on that door. So Sandy smoothed down her close-fitting cotton dress and pushed back her hair. She locked her car and walked across the carpark, following the careful instructions Gary had sent her.
Up the stairs she climbed and spied number 7 at the far end of the walkway. She was terrified. She wanted to look around, certain that people were standing watching her, knowing what she was and what she was about to do.
And still Sandy felt herself moving towards that door. She saw the post-it stuck next to the handle. A single command -- come in! There were voices inside -- strangers' voices, male voices. Tom and Garry were in there waiting for her. 'Obey,' she told herself. But she had never felt so vulnerable and so naked as she did right then. She wished like anything that her bare nipples had not grown so hard underneath the flimsy material of her dress. This was insane! And yet, somehow, Sandy took a deep breath, and pushed the door aside to give herself entry.
'Oh, hello!' said a strange voice.
'Well, don't you look nice,' said another. Both were sporting wide grins.
'Come on in.' It was Gary. Thank fuck for that! Sandy knew her knees were trembling. But she didn't have to face them alone. And there, on the far side of the room, was Tom -- her Tom. He smiled faintly. Sandy understood. As far as the rest knew, Sandy belonged to Gary. That meant Tom was free to experience his loving wife as if he were a stranger and had no need for care or responsibility.
Sandy thought about sending him a discreet signal -- perhaps a tiny smile in return. But she was frozen. Her knees were still trembling. She felt the 5 pairs of male eyes boring into her. And someone else - another woman sitting over near Tom. She guessed this was Gary's regular submissive - young, blonde and small. Perhaps she was here to learn more about her duties as his submissive.
The thought jolted her brain -- duties. Sandy had them, too, and tonight that meant she would be pushed to her limits. She thought once more about fleeing. Too late -- Gary had a firm hold of her hands now. Perhaps he meant to calm Sandy. That went out the window as soon as he spoke.
'Gentlemen,' he said loudly, 'This is Sandy.' There was a murmur of pleasure from the rest.
'She has been preparing for this for a long time. I have taken her through a lot of training and she has learned that she can get a lot of pleasure from obeying me and being my slut and my whore.' Gary was loving this ritual but Sandy was shocked at hearing herself described like this. It was a humiliation but it was thrilling all the same.
'Sandy is mine,' Gary went on, 'but tonight I am making her available to you. She will obey and please you all. I promise it. You all know the rules. But now she is a plaything for every one of you. She is yours to take and to use. Apart from the limits I have set, gentlemen, there is nothing you cannot have her do for you'.
He led Sandy to the middle of the room. She stood there as proudly as she could manage. She wanted Gary to see that she could match the challenge he had given her. And strangely she felt bolder from the sudden realisation that these men were somehow under Gary's command as well. It was she who was making this night possible. Sandy was the centre of attention. They wanted her!
Gary muttered something and one man, Peter, came and stood in front of Sandy. It was confronting. It was awful. A stranger was about to touch her. It would be the signal that the party had begun. She would be trapped. Sandy knew that her mouth was dry but she could feel that her cunt was wet.
She was determined not to let her fear show. She took a moment to look at him. He was young, maybe late twenties. He seemed rather handsome. Sandy was pleased by Gary's choice. It made her want to show what an older woman could do. There was no hint of nervousness in his eyes. Was Peter experienced at this? It seemed likely if he was a friend of Gary's.
'We don't need that dress any more' said Gary. At that Peter reached up to Sandy's throat and began to undo the buttons on her thin dress. She stood completely still as he worked his way down the front of her body. Gary had trained her well.
Peter stood up once more and looked into Sandy's eyes. Her dress was left hanging open -- she was still covered and yet she was exposed to them all.
He reached through the parted material and down to her bare mound. Their eyes stayed fixed on one another. His finger stroked slowly along her cleft. Oh Christ! Sandy only just managed to stifle her moan. 'Behave,' was what her mind was shouting. 'Very nice,' was what Peter mumbled.
A second man joined them. Gary introduced him as Nathan. He seemed the same age as her and his body was showing the first softening of middle age. But all Sandy could think about was that he was about to touch her as well.
Silently he slipped his hand through the opening of her dress and touched her right breast. 'Oh no don't,' she thought to herself, conscious once more of how erect her nipples were. But it was pointless, of course. Maybe Nathan had read her mind but his fingers were on her nipple now and gently rubbing her stiffened flesh.
'Dress off, boys,' said Gary and Peter and Nathan needed no more encouragement. They carefully peeled the thin material off her shoulders and down the length of her body before letting it drop to the floor. And there stood Sandy, before a group of strangers and with her husband watching, wearing nothing but high heels.
She moved her legs slightly apart -- as she had been trained - and shook her head to free her blonde curls. Her D-cups moved gently. Once more Sandy felt the fear fade. They were all staring at her now, Tom as well. Even the younger woman was paying attention. Sandy was happy to wear their stares, conscious of how good she looked with her light tan and her curves in all the right places. Her tits still sat up proudly and she knew how good her legs looked in those heels. For a fleeting moment she felt able to take advantage of her body. They all wanted her!
