Late afternoon light broke through a crack in the curtains and streamed across her bed. Catherine awoke, felt the warmth of the sunlight, felt simply delicious. Stretching in the luxurious covers, she was completely refreshed and rejuvenated as if she had just spent a week at an expensive spa. She giggled to herself when it dawned on her that in fact, her last adventure was not in a pampering spa, but down in that skanky boiler room getting brutally gangbanged. So, how could she possibly feel so wonderful? And wait a second, how the hell did she wind up in her Paris apartment lying in bed, all bathed and lovely, dressed in a beautiful white silk teddy like some virgin bride?
Two months ago such a bizarre time warp would have completely broken her mind, but Catherine just laughed with delight, stretched and ran her hands down her perfect sextoy body.
"Hey sleepyhead." Nicole was draped on the chaise by the window. "Heard you had very busy visit to my banker down in the vaults. Took those boys down to an even lower level, didn't you, by the looks of the video. You've been asleep for twenty hours, all through the flight to Paris and here we are darling, just a day away from the big party. Feel ready for the night of your life?"
"Oh my god, Nicole, I feel ready for anything, I mean I can't believe I fucked those guys at least thirty times and now I feel so fantastic. My pussy and my ass just feel like they're primed for cock, so wet but so tight, and not a bit sore from all that pounding. I'm hungry for it Nicole, so hungry for cock and so so hungry for cum! I see that you have 'instructed' me well, cousin. You've been preparing me for this Parisian night for months, haven't you?" Catherine smiled.
"Oh, just doing the family's bidding, you know. But I have to say I'm thrilled with your changes. All my potions were the right mix. In fact, I just brought up the perfect breakfast for our busy day, a delicious brunch cocktail I call the Wet Pussy! I think you'll see why! Come sit with me and toast to the family heritage!"
"Mmmm.. yummy" Catherine sipped the tasty drink. "So, tomorrow night, oh god, I have to get ready. A complete make over. Are you ready, Nicole? I assume you left directions with my butler?"
"Yes, all taken care of princess. I'm off myself to choose my costume, something red I think, blood red and devilish. Well, look, I'll leave you to it darling, you'll see me next on the dance floor, the one in red latex surrounded by beautiful studs!"
Catherine rang for Evette and together they spent the evening drinking Nicole's wicked mix, going through the closets and laying out a dozen possible outfits. The next day Catherine rose early at noon and spent the next four hours being massaged, bathed, shaved, and then finished with a double douche and enema. Her Parisian hairdresser and make-up artist both spent an hour on her, so by six she stood with Evette before the mirrors to be dressed and perfumed.
Many items in her closet full of custom lingerie had never even been unwrapped, but the previous night she and Evette had gone through everything and decided on a midnight blue satin quarter cup corset with black accents. Catherine stood with her arms overhead as Evette wrapped the silk cincher around her mistress' slender waist, the hooks in the front lay beneath a crisscrossing black ribbon between the curved boning from breast to hip. The quarter bra cups left most of her breasts bare, but were just enough to push them further up and together for devastating cleavage. Catherine turned sideways to the mirror.
"Cinch it up tight, Evette! Uhn..yes! Pull those laces! Oh god I love that, look at me, I'm so fucking hot, right? This beauty just pushes out my tits and ass so well! And I love the thick garter straps, but let's do that thong before the stockings, yes the black latex, it's so nasty! I love it! God, that thing is hot with the little built-in bump that pushes just inside my pussy lips, like a rubber stopper to keep everything wet inside, cum and fill it up boys, I'm going collect a cunt full."
Evette pulled the thong tight over Catherine's hips, attentively smoothing the shiny latex over her crotch to show off her pussy lips.
"God, I'm so wet already, I'm leaking out the sides, mmm, I like it! I need something inside so bad, Evette! I know, get me that little black buttplug from the toy drawer, the one with the pretty sapphire top."
Evette scampered back with the toy and knelt eagerly behind her mistress' perfect ass. She rolled it in her own mouth and then coated it with lube. Stretching aside the thin latex strap that split Catherine's cheeks, she lodged the slender dripping tip against that beautiful butthole.
"Oh yes, Evette, that's so good. Now push it in! Uhn! Yes!" Catherine giggled with delight as she felt the bulb of the plug pop in snug. She watched in the side mirror as Evette snapped the thong back over the jeweled tip. "Oh yeah! That looks completely hot and will feel so yummy when I walk! Let's get these stockings and fuck me heels on and get to where the real cocks are! Oh, yes, Evette you're coming with me, darling, on your leash, my little pet! Your perfect in your latex uniform."
But Catherine stayed before the mirror, unable to pull away from the reflection of her stunning self. She was her own hottest porn. Idly caressing her nipples, she said,"Just one more thing I think, Evette. Get me that chemise we bought last week at Dupaire's . Yes, that's the one"
Evette slipped it onto Her mistress, a black sheer tulle that stretched perfectly over her form stopping just below her ass in a band of lace. Tiny jet buttons ran all the way up the front, which Evette left open for proper cleavage.
"Now that's perfect! Just a little mystery, a little more tease!"
After a short drive outside Paris, Catherine's driver turned the Bentley up a long drive to the estate's enormous mansion. Catherine stepped out completely draped in her black fur lined hooded cape. Evette was in tow on her leash shivering in the cold, her bare nipples erect.
"Good evening, Miss Catherine, welcome to Clovenhill." the footman murmured and bowed low with the other six servants stationed outside the entrance.
The massive door swung open into the huge gallery, the inside staff in line and bowing low in the candlelit splendor. Maids in uniforms quite similar to Evette's took Catherine's wrap. "This way, mademoiselle." Halfway down a long cavernous hall, the butler stopped.
"I leave you now to make your entrance as you please. On the far left where the light and music spill into the hall, you will find the ballroom where they await."
He slipped away. Catherine and Evette giggled and whispered, the click of their heels echoing in the hall. They stepped into the ballroom and gasped.
"Oh, baby, this is fabulous! Run along and play, Evette, into the crowd. I'll do this alone."
The enormous ballroom, lit only by candle chandeliers, throbbed with dance music. The large crowd wore a dreamlike mix of incredible sexy costumes, satyrs, latex slaves, skin tight dresses, oiled muscular men in only tight thongs, half naked vampires, brides in white lingerie, dancing, drinking, and not just a few embracing in the shadows.
Catherine stood in half shadow just inside the door. She felt that lovely shiver of power as the groups closest to her turned their heads, drawn by her beauty. They whispered amongst themselves, some licked their lips and smiled, she answered by running her hands over her curves as a visual introduction, her first tease of the evening.
The bar was to her right. Two beautiful women stood drinking at the opposite end. On the row of stools sat a single handsome man, tattooed and naked to the waist, skintight spandex pants, a thick studded leather belt, and motorcycle boots. Her leered at Catherine and opened his strong legs wider to make his massive hardon even more obvious. She moved slowly up to the bar, workin it all the way. Ignoring her admirer, she leaned into the bar while pushing out her spectacular ass.
"Good evening, Miss Catherine, we've been expecting you. The master of the house would like me to offer you a special cocktail. May I pour for you?" The bartender spoke low, dressed in a fine black suit, he set the martini glass before her and filled it. "It's called a Wet Pussy." He reached to the back shelves and brought down a beautiful small bottle, the stopper was a leering devil's head with ruby eyes. "A splash of this special vintage adds an exciting spice just for you. It's made by our friend Nicole, do you know her?" he smiled.
Catherine took the glass and watched the added opalescent swirl. She faced the man on the stool and downed the strong cocktail in one drink. She licked her lips obscenely.
"I'm thirsty. I want more"
The bartender filled her glass while she kept her eyes locked with the stud's. She downed the next round and pulled out the stool next to the man at the bar. Without a word, she pulled her chemise just above her crotch and sat down. His eyes went down where she wanted them. Catherine ran her hands up the inside of her thighs spreading her legs for him. On the edge of the stool, she curved her torso and pushed out her pelvis so that he could clearly see her pussy wrapped tight in black latex, he could see the thong stretched over the Sapphire buttplug . She focused on his pulsing erection while she coyly ran a finger over the plug and wiggled it in and around. He was under her spell.
