Brad and I settled into a love seat and the others made themselves comfortable on sofas and chairs. Warren sat in a large leather recliner and pulled Bridget into his lap. She looked like a child next to his large frame. Marsha paced the length of the room, casually snapping the crop against her boot until she reached the other side.
"Walter," she called, walking toward the chair where he sat. "You won’t be sitting for awhile, so please move your chair back toward the door." She pointed her crop in the direction she wanted it moved. "I want to make room for a little game we’re going to play." Walter stood awkwardly and followed her direction.
"Oh goodie," cried Gretchen. "I love the games Marsha comes up with."
Johnny and James came from the dining area and stood quietly at the door, awaiting her next order.
"You two go upstairs and bring down the toy box." As they started to leave, she added another instruction. "And bring down an extra collar and leash for Walter." With only a trace of grin on their faces, the two headed up the stairs toward their room. Marsha walked over to Walter and ran her crop seductively up his thigh. He was at least a foot taller than her, requiring her to look up into his eyes.
"I find it’s much easier to train a man who’s wearing a collar." Walter swallowed hard as her crop moved up his chest. "For now, I want you to kneel in front of me and remain silent." He did so immediately, and she smiled and then turned her back to him so that he stared directly at her ass while she waited for the other two to return.
Mary and Louis brought in trays of coffee and truffles and served each guest. Just as they finished, Peter caught Mary and pulled her down into his lap. She giggled as her legs flew out across Gretchen’s lap.
"You don’t have any panties on, you naughty girl," slapped Gretchen teasingly.
"No panties!" Peter slid his hand between her legs and rubbed her pussy. "I’ll show you what happens to little girls who don’t wear panties!" He reached beneath her and pulled open his robe and adjusted her until she was sitting on his stiff cock. "You see there," he grunted, pushing it in. "You just sit on that awhile." And sit she did. Perfectly still as he sipped his coffee. Louis sat on the floor at Gretchen’s feet and she played with his hair.
"Warren," interjected Vince from the couch next to where Brad and I sat. "I was wondering if we could try on that lovely hood on Barbara.
"Of course." He nudged Bridget to go and fetch it for them. "Do you think you might like it, Barbara?"
"It does look intriguing," she agreed. "I’m wondering if it feels like a blindfold and bondage all rolled into one."
Bridget came back with the hood and handed it to Vince before returning to Warren’s lap.
"Kneel here in front of me and let me put this on," he instructed Barbara. He slipped it over her head and zipped up the back until it fit snuggly.
"Oh my," she whispered from inside.
"What do you think?"
"It’s certainly very dark."
"Can you breathe?"
"Yes, very well."
Vince ran his finger over her lips protruding from the open hole. "God that makes me hard."
She sucked on his finger seductively, as if beckoning him for more.
"What do you think of that?" whispered Brad, nibbling on my ear as we watched them.
"I don’t know. It looks like it would feel suffocating."
"Let me know if you want to try it on this weekend. I’ll borrow it from Warren."
"Okay."
Johnny and James descended the stairs carrying a rattan chest. They placed it at Marsha’s feet, opened the lid, and pulled out three leashes and a collar. Marsha connected a leash to each of their collars and then turned to put a collar on Walter. Johnny and James knelt without being told.
"Have you ever worn a collar, Walter?" Marsha’s voice purred as stood in front of him.
"No," he answered quietly.
She fastened snuggly and then hooked a lead into its ring. She pulled the lead until his head moved forward inches away from her crotch.
"Do you like the way it feels?" she asked.
"Yes," he whispered.
"The answer is ‘yes, Mistress’, Walter."
"Yes, Mistress," he corrected.
"Remind me why I owe you ten lashes with my crop."
"Because I was touching myself." Walter knew enough to look down when he spoke to Marsha, and his submissiveness made her look more powerful.
"And you won’t do that again unless I tell you to, will you?"
"No, Mistress."
"Very good, Walter."
"Brad," said Marsha, walking toward our loveseat and pulling Walter’s leash to follow. He crawled awkwardly on his hands and knees. "Could you and Joni help me out here?"
Brad smiled, and with his arm around my shoulder, gave my shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "What can we do to assist, Marsha?"
"Have Joni hold his head in her lap while I give him his lashes."
"That’s hardly punishment," laughed Brad.
"I always reward a good punishment," she said, pulling the lead until he was in front of me. I had no choice but to open my legs and give him room to get to the cushion.
"Here." Marsha dropped the lead in Brad’s hands as Warren’s head dropped in my hands. A jolt of excitement shot through me as his lips rested on the inside of my thigh. Warren was cautious about where his head was suppose to rest, and I attempted to hold it in a comfortable position.
"Are we ready?" asked Marsha.
Before anyone answered, her crop came down on Warren’s naked ass. The sting obviously shocked him and he started to jump up. Brad quickly jerked his lead back down and I held his head firmer. With her next lashing, he turned his head into the cushion between my legs and let out a groan. Marsha slid the crop over his cheek seductively and gave him a moment to recoup.
"That’s not too much for you, is it Walter?"
He turned his head back up from the cushion and smiled up at me.
"No Mistress."
I wondered what Marsha would have thought if she had seen his smile. But the smile didn’t last long when the crop came down on his ass again. Instinctively he jolted, and Brad tugged on the lead until his face was buried between my legs.
"Ohhh..." he groaned, his breath hot and much too close to my pussy.
Again the crop came down on the other cheek and his lips brushed against my pussy as he jerked forward. Brad pulled the lead forward, encouraging Walter, and I looked over at him. He nodded to me to pull his head into my crotch.
"That’s right, Brad," encouraged Marsha. "Rub his nose in it like a bad puppy dog."
Without further encouragement, Walter ran his tongue through my folds. I let out a gasp and then bit my lip. Marsha’s crop came down harder then, and Walter growled as he pushed his tongue up inside of me.
"You will learn Walter that only your Mistress can you bring you pleasure." Again her crop came down, this time on the back of this thigh below his ass. His tongue licked across my clit as he groaned. He sucked it into his mouth and instinctively, I grabbed his hair tighter and pressed him closer. Brad caressed my shoulder, and I closed my eyes.
"You’re halfway done, Walter." Marsha’s voice was seductive and soothing. "Do you want me to go on?"
If Walter hadn’t answered, I was going to answer for him. He lifted his head from my folds to answer. "Yes, Mistress."
Three swats came quickly together alternating cheeks and positions. Walter’s ass danced, but his head remained between my legs. Catching my clit between his teeth, he sucked until I squirmed. I looked up at Marsha to see her grinning at my predicament. As if knowing I wanted him to continue, she took him away.
"I think you can take the last two on your own Walter," said Marsha, taking the leash from Brad and pulling Walter to stand. His ass showed welts from her blows, each one marking a different spot. "Take off that silly g-string." She pointed at the thin piece of cloth that had been pushed to the side by Walter’s erection. His cock was enormous in its erect state and she stood in front of him admiring it.
"Show me how you were touching yourself earlier," she said, staring at his cock. He cautiously gripped it with one hand and pulled the skin forward.
"I want everyone to watch you touching yourself while you receive your last two lashing. Keep going. Let everyone see what a bad boy you are." She moved to the side and gave everyone a moment to watch this huge man stroking his cock. "That’s right," she said, stinging him on the side of his cheek with the crop. He jerked forward a moment, but regained his stature and stroked his cock again.
"You’re not going to come, are you, Walter?" she teased.
"No, Mistress."
"Good boy, Walter."
With her last words she completed her lashing on the other cheek.
"You may stop," she said, walking in front of him. He dropped his hands to his side and stared directly at the floor. She stroked a finger along his erection and it bounced to her touch. "You may kneel."
"That wasn’t so bad, was it?" teased Brad.
I rolled my eyes at him and squirmed in frustration.
"So what is the game we’re going to play?" asked Gretchen.
"We’re going to have a race," informed Marsha. "The male slaves are going to race from that side of the room to the staircase."
"That doesn’t sound very exciting," said Peter, who still had Mary sitting quietly on his cock.
"Well, you haven’t seen the whole picture yet," said Marsha, snapping her fingers. Johnny and James got up and went to the toy chest and pulled out several long, white ropes with black weights attached to the ends.
"Who wants to play?" asked Marsha.
"I do!" chimed Johnny and James handing Marsha the ropes.
Louis looked at Gretchen and she nodded her approval.
"I do," said Louis, raising his hands.
"Come stand in front of me then," she instructed. "Walter? What about you?"
He jumped up from his post and stood in front of her, looming much taller than the rest of the contestants.
"Walter definitely has an edge of the rest of you," she said, reaching out and stroking his erection. "Let’s go, gentlemen. Get ‘em hard." She walked up and down the row and swatted each of them on the thigh or ass with her crop until four erections stood before her. "Very nice... very nice."
She picked up the ropes and dangled one over each cock. "These are three pound weights. I want to see who has the strongest cock."
Laughter filled the room as she hung a rope over each erection. Louis started laughing and his cock threatened to lose.
"Louis!" yelled Gretchen. "Don’t you dare dropped that rope." He bit his lip and concentrated.
"Now gentlemen," purred Marsha, moving up and down the row and stroking each stiff cock. "As an little incentive, I think you should know what reward the winner gets." They waited quietly for her to continue. She stopped in front of Walter and gripped his cock as she made her announcement. "The winner will get to sleep in my bed tonight."
"That should be inspiring," whispered Brad.
"Not for everyone," I mumbled under my breath.
"Now on your hands and knees," announced Marsha.
Louis and Walter had looks of disbelief until they saw Johnny and James kneel and crawl forward until the weights drug behind them. Quickly they followed until the four of them lined up in front of Marsha.
"Ready?" she asked.
"On your mark... get set... go!"
The four of them raced across the carpet on their hands and knees, the weights dragging between their legs behind them. Walter had an advantage over the others with his length, but Johnny and James looked like they had played the game several times before.
Louis got the rope tangled up in his leg and found himself crawling without it until Marsha called him to stop. He sat on the floor and watched the other three battle it out. They were all neck and neck until the last few feet when Walter lunged ahead and reached for the steps with his long arms. Marsha declared him the winner.
"What a surprise," I whispered.
"Do you think it was rigged?" asked Brad.
"Don’t you?"
"Interesting theory," he agreed.
The others applauded as Marsha led all three of them back into the room by the leash.
"You’re a lucky man, Walter," teased Vince. Walter tried to look humble, but his happiness was all too apparent.
"Damn," sighed Barbara from inside the hood. "I missed out on all the fun."
"Oh not yet," said Vince, standing up in front of her. He opened his robe and rubbed his half erect cock over her lips. "Let’s try this thing out."
"Mmm...," she purred, opening her mouth to him.
"There’s something about that I like," commented Brad, watching them.
"Really?" I asked, watching Vince’s cock disappear into her mouth.
"Yes, I’m not sure what it is. Maybe just the focus of the mouth... nothing else distracting..."
"Miranda," announced Warren, as she entered the room. She looked freshly showered and wore a short pink negligée. Her large breasts protruded from the silk. She sat down on the arm of Warren’s chair and her put one arm around her while the other played with Bridget’s nipple chains.
"As a reward for doing such a fine job entertaining us this evening," announced Warren, "Miranda can choose to give herself to any of my guests this evening."
"You want me to choose?" she asked.
"Yes," he confirmed.
"Can I choose you?" She laughed and nuzzled his neck.
"No, you can’t choose me." He gave her a kiss on the cheek, much to the dislike of Bridget.
"Well..." she said, looking around the room. "I don’t know how to choose."
"You can do it," he encouraged.
She stood in the middle of the room and closed her eyes. As if imagining us all in front of her, she started to turn in a circle.
"Eenie, meanie, minie, mo. Catch a tiger by the toe. If he hollers make him pay, fifty dollars every day." She opened her eyes briefly to find herself staring at Marsha. Quickly she closed them again and kept turning. "My mother said to pick... this... very... best... one."
When she opened her eyes, she was pointing at me. The smile on my face disappeared as she stared into my eyes. What did this mean? She was giving herself to me? What was I supposed to do with her? Brad chuckled as she walked toward me sheepishly and knelt on the floor in front of us. She leaned her back against my leg and looked at Warren.
"You have your hands full tonight, Brad." Warren grinned from across the room.
"Well, Joni certainly does."
I looked at Brad in disbelief and he laughed out loud. "It’s okay, Joni." He leaned over and whispered so the others could not hear. "Remember, you’re in control."
I wondered if he was just saying that or if he really meant it. Could I, in my state of control, tell her to go away? The thought helped me to relax.
"God this is great," moaned Vince, holding Barbara’s hood with both hands and deep throating her. She had her hands between her legs and was masturbating while he fucked her mouth. She whimpered in agreement.
"It’s a great sight from here," agreed Peter. "Mary, squeeze me hard now."
Neither one of them seemed to move, and yet Peter dropped his head back on the cushion and closed his eyes. "Ah, yes," he sighed. Mary, as if in a state of extreme concentration, stared at Vince’s cock. Although she didn’t appear to move at all, it was obvious from Peter’s reaction that she was performing some amazing Kegal exercises with her vaginal muscles.
"Yes, girl... that’s it..." moaned Peter.
Gretchen leaned over close to Peter’s face and encouraged him on. "Give that naughty girl what she deserves, Peter."
Mary’s breath quickened and little sounds started to escape her lips as she watched Vince’s cock. As if matching his pace, her body shook on top of Peter’s as Vince came in Barbara’s mouth. Mary’s orgasm triggered Peter’s, and he pulled her back against him as his body jerked beneath her.
"Oh God!" groaned Peter, as he caught his breath.
"Indeed," sighed Vince, tapping the last of his cum against Barbara’s lips. She smiled beneath the hood and licked at his semen.
"Louis, go up and run me a hot bath please," requested Gretchen, touching his shoulder to leave. "I’m feeling a need to relax after all this excitement."
"I need to work out my own stress as well," announced Marsha, standing from her seat. "Walter, carry me up to my room."
Walter stood quickly and picked her small frame up in his arms and headed in the direction of her crop pointing toward the stairs.
"Marsha," interrupted Vince. "May I use Johnny and James for awhile this evening?"
"Of course dear." She nodded to the two slaves remaining behind. "Serve them well." She tapped Walter with the crop and he headed up the stairs with her in his arms.
"I want to take Barbara down to the dungeon," said Vince, unzipping the hood and pulling it off her head. "She needs a good workout, don’t you love?" He kissed her lips softly as he pulled her up to stand.
"God yes, I do," she agreed.
"I think we’ll join you," announced Warren, patting Bridget’s behind to rise from the chair. "What about you, Brad? Will you join us downstairs?"
He looked at me for a moment and then down to Miranda’s face looking up at him. "I think we’ll save the dungeon for tomorrow."
"As you wish." Warren led the others toward the patio door.
"Mary, let’s go watch them for awhile," said Peter nudging her off his lap. Gretchen headed toward the stairs leading to the rooms. "Enjoy yourselves, all. I’m calling it a night."
As everyone left the room, Miranda looked back and smiled at me and then looked expectantly at Brad. He looked back and forth between the two of us for a few moments and then let out a breath.
"Let’s invite Miranda up to our room, Joni."
Was that a request or an order? I wasn’t sure. It felt like an opening that I could accept or reject. Miranda looked up at me with hopeful, seductive eyes, and brushed her lips against my knee. I knew Brad wanted me to try new things, but I had never been with a woman before. I had never even been in a threesome with another woman. Inviting her up didn’t mean that I had to, but it would imply a willingness. Maybe that was all Brad was asking for. A willingness to try new things.
"Come." I stood from the couch and took her hand. "I’ll show you where our room is."