I stretched out in the warm bath and wiggled my toes hidden beneath the bubbles. My body felt relaxed from the lovemaking and the long nap, and even my mind had quieted from the anxiety of the new surroundings. Brad was hanging up the few clothes he had brought and walked into the bathroom with his shaving kit. He dropped it on the counter and looked over at me.
"I like your hair up like that."
"Yeah?" I looked at his body, clad only in a pair of knit shorts and thought about how much I liked the feel of it.
"Yes, it brings out that long neck of yours. I’ll ask Bridget to come in and help you put it up for the evening."
"Oh, I can put it up myself," I assured him.
"It wasn’t a question, Joni."
I suddenly realized that it was more of an order and quickly readjusted my thinking.
"I’m sorry, I didn’t understand that at first."
"That’s alright," said Brad, turning back toward the bedroom. "How about you wear the corset and stockings to dinner tonight?"
"Are you…" I thought surely he must be kidding at first, but then after seeing the clothing optional wardrobe around the pool perhaps I would end up being overdressed even in the corset. He looked back into the bathroom when I started to question him.
"I don’t suppose that was a question either," I said.
"I love how quick your mind is." I gave him a quick wink as he walked back into the bedroom to dress. I wondered what he was going to wear to dinner. I couldn’t imagine him going down naked. I looked over at the radio clock on the counter and saw that it was already after six. I washed off quickly and stood from the bath to dry myself. Brad came in wearing a beautiful black kimono with intricate designs on the back.
"Very nice," I said, touching the silk sleeve.
"Compliments of the house," explained Brad. "Warren provides them for his guests."
"He’s quite generous."
"Yes, he likes to share the things he enjoys, as do most of his friends."
I wondered how far that sharing extended, but remained silent as he combed his hair. Hanging the towel on a hook, I walked back into the bedroom naked and pulled out the item he had requested I wear from my bag. I didn’t hurry to dress, hoping my nakedness would distract him from going down and joining the others right away. Instead, I unpacked the rest of my clothes and put them into an empty drawer I found at the bottom of the dresser. It was bent over in this position that Brad found me when he returned from the bathroom.
"Don’t move," he insisted, as he walked toward me. I looked back and smiled as he neared. He caressed my ass and slapped on cheek quickly. "When I say ‘Don’t Move’, that includes looking back and smiling."
"Sorry," I whispered, staring back into the drawer.
He let a finger trail down the crack of my ass and slide between my legs, dipping briefly between the moist folds.
"Was this pose for my benefit?" he asked.
I smiled down at my clothes and thought about the answer. "Indirectly, I suppose."
"How would you feel if I posed you like this for the other guests tonight?" He ran the tip of his wet finger of my clit and made tiny circles. I found it difficult to remain still
"Probably pretty embarrassed," I said, truthfully.
"What if they caressed you like this?" he asked, sliding a finger deep inside. "Wouldn’t that feel nice?"
"I don’t know… I suppose."
"And what if I wanted to let others pleasure you in some way, would that embarrass you?"
"I… I don’t know." I wondered what he had in mind when he said pleasure me. I’m not sure I wanted to be intimate with any of his friends.
"I guess we’ll have to find that out," he said, withdrawing his finger and caressing my ass once more. "You may stand."
I closed the drawer and stood back up as he sat on the side of the bed and picked up the phone. He dialed a couple of numbers and then spoke.
"Yes Bridget," he said. "Would you please come up to the room."
I stood waiting, wondering if he was calling her up to help with my hair or to ‘pleasure me’ as he put it. As if to answer my question he picked up one of the new stockings I had put out and stroked the silk.
"You better hurry or you’ll be late," he warned. "And Warren will ask to punish you if you’re late."
"Oh dear!" I grabbed the corset and hooked the eyelets quickly, pretending to be panicked about the possible punishment. Brad chuckled at my performance.
"And here I thought you enjoyed being punished," he said.
"Only by you," I assured him, grabbing the snap-crotch panties.
"Let’s leave those off for tonight," he suggested.
I started to protest, but thought better of it and sat on the bed to put on the stockings. I only hoped the others were naked at dinner so I would at least feel somewhat covered. Brad had left one of the stockings on the bed and I gathered it and slid it up my leg as a knock came at the door. Brad called for Bridget to enter.
"Can I help you, Sir?" she asked.
He stood and trailed my stocking along my shoulder and then dropped it into my hand. "Yes, I would like you to help Joni prepare for this evening by doing her hair up and off her shoulders."
Bridget looked confused since my hair was already pinned up on top of my hair, but immediately agreed.
"Of course, Sir. Anything else?"
"Please make sure she is on time," he added, walking to the door. " I am going to go down now and meet with Warren."
I felt awkward at being left alone with Bridget. She stood silently and waited as I put on the second stocking and then walked to the closet to retrieve my high heels. It wasn’t until I walked into the bathroom and checked my reflection in the mirror that she commented behind me.
"That is quite lovely, if I may comment."
"Thank you, of course. You can say anything to me."
I readjusted my breasts in the corset and pushed them up so nipples sat posed above the lace.
Bridget walked to the vanity and opened a drawer, pulling out a tube of makeup. She opened the tip and squeezed a dab of red coloring onto her finger.
"Might I suggest some rouge on your nipples?"
"Really?" I asked.
"Oh yes," she said, walking over and dabbing a bit on both nipples. "It will really make them stand out. After apply a drop to both nipples, she returned and rubbed the coloring in until it blended around the areola. They hardened from her touch and she smiled coyly. When she finished, she stood back and admired her work.
"Very nice. Now shall I do your hair?"
I pulled out the stool and sat at the vanity while she pulled out the few pins I had casually put it up with. The chains woven from her nipple rings to her collar swung as she brushed my hair. With her concentration on my hair, I finally had a chance to look more closely at the rings that disappeared inside her nipples.
"May I ask you a question?" I asked.
"Of course."
"Do those rings in your nipples hurt?"
"Oh, not now," she assured me. "Not unless someone really tugs on them. But I am aware of them there. They are a mild stimulant for me."
"Did it hurt when you had it done?"
"It was… uncomfortable for awhile," she confessed. She gave me a box of pins to hand to her as she reached for them.
"How long have you had them?"
"About two years now," she said reaching for a pin. "I got them shortly after I came to live with Warren."
"I take it that he likes them then."
"Oh yes." It was the first time I saw her really smile. "He receives a lot of pleasure from them."
Interesting, I thought. "And what about you?"
"What do you mean?" she asked, taking another pin.
"Do you get pleasure out of them?"
"Oh, well, my pleasure comes from pleasing Warren."
It seemed like a rather simple-minded answer and I wondered if it was possible that she was so smitten with Warren that she would do anything to please him. I enjoyed pleasing Brad, but certainly not to the point of piercing my body. Perhaps it was just a different level of commitment in the relationship, or a different idea of pleasure.
"That looks nice," I said, complimenting the job she was doing on my hair. "Where did you learn to do hair?"
"In beauty school, a long time ago. Would you like me to do your makeup too? We have a few more minutes."
"Sure, if you don’t mind."
She finished up the last few touches on my hair and then pulled open the vanity drawer and took out an array of makeup. Within a few moments, she had applied eyeliner, shadow, mascara, blush and lipstick. I couldn’t believe the difference when she stepped back away and let me look in the mirror.
"Wow," I whispered. "Thanks."
"You’re welcome," she said, quickly placing the contents back into the vanity drawer. "We should hurry now so that you are not late."
I looked at the clock radio and saw the time was already 6:30.
"Yes, you’re right. Thanks again."
I followed her out of the room and down the long hallway to the stairs. Neither of us spoke as we walked down the stairs and out to the patio where Brad and Warren stood talking with Peter and Gretchen in front of a naked, chained woman. By the looks of her body, I assumed it was Miranda. Her head was covered with a hood with holes only for her nostrils and her mouth. I had seen a similar one at the Camouflage store. Her wrists were cuffed and chains held her arms stretched up above her head. Both ankles were also cuffed and chained to adjoining poles, ensuring that her legs were spread wide.
My heels clicking on the cement announced our arrival and Brad and Warren turned to greet us. Warren was wearing a monk’s robe, and Peter and Gretchen had a red silk robes similar to the one Brad wore.
"There you are," said Brad, taking a step toward me. "I see Bridget has done a fine job."
Bridget stood quietly to the side of Warren and seemed to bask in Brad’s praise. As if getting my silence from her, I remained silent and just smiled.
"Bridget, would you get Joni a glass of wine please?" requested Warren. She moved so quickly that she was half way to the bar before he finished he request.
I smiled briefly at Peter and Gretchen, but looked away when I realized Peter was staring at my breasts and Gretchen was eyeing my corset.
"That’s a lovely outfit she’s wearing, Brad," commented Gretchen. "Did you pick that out?"
"Yes, we found it in a little shop in town."
"Quite becoming," she added. "I’ll have to find something like that for Mary."
"I really like that French maid outfit you have her in tonight," comment Peter. "I may have to go in and chase her around the kitchen."
"Perhaps we should go see that she and Luis are completing their tasks in the kitchen," agreed Gretchen. "We’ll be back in a few moments, gentlemen."
As they walked away, Brad moved me closer to Miranda, who stood quietly with her chains. I couldn’t help but stare at her breasts. They seemed almost too large to stand so perfectly.
"Do you think they’re real?" asked Brad, as if reading my mind. He cupped the side of one breast and caressed it. I couldn’t see any surgical marks, so I couldn’t understand how they could be implants.
"I don’t know," I answered quietly. "They’re so perfect."
"Touch her and tell me what you think."
I raised my hand and then hesitated as I neared the side of her breast.
"Go ahead," he encouraged, as he played with the nipple on her other breast.
I moved my hand along the side of her breast and then the bottom. She seemed to purr at my touch. They felt real and yet much firmer than mine had ever been. I moved the palm of my hand over her nipple and across the top of her breast and Brad matched my movements with his hand.
"They’re quite perfect, don’t you think?" asked Warren, moving up behind me. I could feel his hand resting on my bare ass cheek and looked over at Brad who seemed proud that Warren was drawn to me.
"Yes, they are," agreed Brad.
The sound of more heels on the cement caused us to look back and see Marsha appear with her two male slaves. She was dressed as the dominatrix in a black leather teddy, stockings and thigh-high boots. A crop rested in her hand as she walked.
"What a marvelous display, Warren," she said smiling and moving in towards Miranda. Warren pulled me back a couple of steps to make room for her, but kept his hands on my hips. "I love this," she said, touching the leather hood. "Does she like it?"
"She’s learning to," replied Warren. "It’s taken a little while."
"I’m sure you’ve rewarded her well," chuckled Marsha, running her finger around Miranda’s exposed lips. Then she gave Miranda her finger to suck while she played with her nipples.
"I’m not sure my idea of a reward and hers are the same yet," laughed Warren. Marsha looked back and gave him a scowl.
"Might I give you a lesson on rewarding?" she asked, pulling her finger from Miranda’s lips.
"By all means, my Lady." There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice. Brad chuckled at their exchange.
Marsha snapped her fingers and her two slaves immediately game forward. "Service her," she commanded, pointing to Miranda’s exposed bottom. Brad moved further to the side as Johnny knelt in front of Miranda and James knelt behind her. As if in unison, they began licking between her bare folds. Miranda pulled on the chains with surprise and bit at her lips to remain silent.
Neither slave used his hands to assist, but kept them clasped behind his back as he worked. James seemed to have his entire face buried in the crack of Miranda’s ass as if his tongue were completely embedded. Johnny’s head moved quickly as his tongue flicked at her clit and then poked up inside her pussy. Miranda was finding it more and more difficult to remain still... as was I.
Walter walked onto the patio and seemed surprised by the activities. He was naked except for a leather g-string, which immediately captured Marsha’s attention. He seemed uncomfortable with his appearance and her attention made him stop before he reached the circle of others.
"You’re late, Walter," she said, snapping her crop against her leather boot.
"Sorry, Marsha," he replied, looking at his feet. She walked over and stood close to his chest, looking up at his face.
"You may call me Mistress, Walter. Not Marsha."
"Yes, Mistress."
She smiled and ran the crop seductively up the side of his leg.
"That’s much better," she encouraged. "Now I want you to go over there and suck on Miranda’s nipples."
Walter looked confused at first, wondering where he was to stand with Johnny kneeling in front of her. As if to read his mind, she pressed him forward with her crop.
"Just straddle yourself over Johnny," she explained. There’s room."
Walter walked up behind Johnny and hesitated as he thought about how he was to comply with Marsha’s request. Finally he spread his spread his legs wide enough to stand on either side of Johnny. From our view behind them, it seemed as if Walter could just sit down on Johnny’s head. Marsha stood behind him and ran her crop over the back of Walter’s legs and ass as he sucked on Miranda’s nipples.
"You’re quite the lion tamer, Marsha," teased Brad.
"And one day I’ll tame you," she promised.
He laughed at her remark and looked over at me. I wondered if he knew how much I wanted to be in his arms.
Vince and Barbara walked onto the patio and stood next to Brad. He pulled his attention away from me to greet them. Bridget, who had remained standing to the side of Warren, immediately went to get them a glass of wine.
Miranda was unable to control herself as the three slaves worked her over. She pulled on the chains and moaned as they licked and sucked. Warren pressed his cloak against my bare ass to let me feel the erection that lay beneath.
"Perhaps tomorrow night you would like to be in her spot, Joni," he whispered in my ear. "Then you wouldn’t have to stand so still now would you?"
Just as Miranda was about to come, Marsha gave the three male slaves the command to stop. They all stepped back away from the naked, writhing, slave who was begging them not to stop.
"I’ll let our host decide if she is to pleasured any further," explained Marsha, looking over at Warren.
He released his grip on me and took Bridget’s hand as she returned to his side. "I think I’ll let Bridget decide," he said, tracing his finger along the chain that reached from nipple to nipple. "She’s helping me train this new slave."
Bridget’s cheeks flushed at the attention and the spot Warren had put her in. She remained silent, staring at his hand.
"What do you think Bridget," he asked. "Should we let Miranda come before dinner?"
All eyes were on the waif-like woman who stood at Warren’s side. She spoke softly, eyes downcast.
"I believe she will be of better service to you this evening if you wait until later, Sir."
I couldn’t tell if Warren was proud or disappointed in Bridget’s recommendation, but it was put in place.
"Perhaps you are correct, Bridget," said Warren, walking over to Miranda and stroking her body as if to calm her down. She whimpered in his arms. "And tonight I shall enjoy watching you give her that final pleasure."
He turned to look at Bridget as if waiting for her to challenge his words. Her jaw was clenched, but her eyes remained downcast and her lips silent. When no challenge came, Warren invited his guest to the dining room.
"I believe our dinner awaits us, ladies and gentlemen." He held his arm out and motioned toward the dining room. Brad took my hand to follow him through the door.
"Marsha," interrupted Warren. "Would you have your slaves unhook Miranda and bring her along."
"Of course," she said, snapping her fingers for them to move.
"Have them leave the hood on for now."