I took a long shower, dried my hair, and played around with the make-up in the drawer trying to imitate the look that Bridget had created the night before. The end result wasn’t bad, but I had to admit that she had done a better job.
I paced around the room restlessly, naked and feeling like a caged animal. I opened the closet door and looked inside. There wasn’t much of interest in there. A few silk robes and a riding crop. I closed the door and walked over to the dresser. I checked the door before opening the top drawer.
There was an assortment of condoms, cock rings, lubricants and nipple clamps arranged neatly in small compartments. I closed it and opened the next drawer. Therein lay an array of g-strings, teddies, harem pants, and other erotic pieces of clothing.
The last drawer was empty except for a photo album. I hesitated for a moment, wondering what the consequences were of being caught looking at it. Discarding my fear, I pulled it out and sat on the bed to open it. Each page was filled with an 8x10 black and white photograph of what appeared to be guests who had visited the house.
The first picture was a woman tied to the bed I was sitting on. Her arms were tied to the head frame and her legs were spread wide and secured with a spreader bar. She appeared to be pleading with the photographer. Pleading for what?
The second photo was taken down in the dungeon. The woman face was hidden behind her legs as she was bent over and cuffed wrist-to-ankle. A tall, thin black man stood at an angle to let the camera see how long his cock was, the head of which was buried inside the woman’s ass. I ran my finger across the cock in the picture and wondered if the woman was lucky or not. I had never had anal sex, and although I fantasized about it, I was afraid to try it.
The next picture was a close-up of Bridget’s crotch. Her fingers pulled her lips back so the camera could see the pierced ring above her clit. It was followed by pictures of her nipple rings, both close up and a full shot of her body.
My breath caught as I turned the page to the next picture. It was a woman straddling Brad’s lap, his cock deep inside of her. I couldn’t see her face, but I could see his. He was smiling that proud, ‘look how far I’ve brought you’ smile as another man entered her ass and a third stood at their side with his cock in her mouth.
Was that what I wanted? Is that where I was headed? There was a part of me that was filled with rage that he had ever made love to another woman. It was the irrational, jealous side that wanted to believe I was the only woman he had ever dominated this way. I wanted to believe that only I could submit and please him the way he wanted to be pleased. I wanted to believe that the passion we felt was unique.
Without seeing her face, I couldn’t tell if she felt like she was being used or pleasured. Was it a one-way street or two?
As I started to turn the page to see if there were more pictures of Brad, there was a knock at the door. I panicked and placed the book on the floor and kicked it under the bed.
"Yes?" I asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.
Bridget opened the door and entered. She looked around the room as if she sensed I was guilty of something and closed the door behind her.
"Your Master has requested that you come downstairs."
"Oh... all right," I said, standing from the bed. I wanted to look down to make sure the photo album was sticking out in view, but resisted so as not to draw attention to it. As I started toward the door where she stood she continued.
"He has requested that you wear this." She presented me with what appeared to be a dildo with horsehair on the end of it.
"What is it?" I asked.
"It’s a butt plug." She put it in my hand and I turned it around looking at it. It was larger than the one I had worn earlier.
"Oh..."
"There is some lube in the top drawer over there. There is also an enema bag under the sink in the bathroom." My face went blank as I looked at her. "Would you like me to help you?"
"Um... no," I said, staring at the device in my hand. I wished she could send me Allison. I suddenly felt like I needed to talk to her. What if Brad was actually going to let someone do that to me? I might actually try it with Brad... someday... maybe... but what if he expected me to do what he did to that girl in the picture.
"He is waiting," she added, bringing me out of my thoughts. "I suggest you hurry."
"I will," I promised, as she closed the door behind her.
I quickly retrieved the photo album and returned it to the bottom drawer, wishing I had time to look at the rest of the pictures. Opening the top drawer, I retrieved the bottle of lubrication oil and took it and the butt plug to the bathroom.
Why was I doing this? That was the question that ran through my head as I filled the enema bottle with warm water. Was it just a matter of seeing how far I would submit to him? That was the question I asked myself as I pushed the lubricated butt plug inside of me.
I walked down the hallway feeling the horsehair bounce against the back of my legs. I saw Brad with Warren out on the patio as I reached the living room and headed in his direction, thankful that the others were not yet around.
"Very lovely," noted Warren, spotting me first.
Brad turned and smiled as I approached. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me softly. "Good girl." I wondered why those words were enough to justify all that I had just done for him.
"As I promised Warren this morning, my Dear, you will be on display tonight for his guests." I swallowed nervously and waited for the rest. "Come with me."
We walked over by the bar where two leather-covered benches had been brought up from the dungeon. They were placed two feet apart from each and Brad instructed me to kneel on them so that I was straddling the two.
"Maybe a little further apart," suggested Warren who stood near watching. Brad pulled one of the benches out further, widening the spread of my legs and arms. "Yes, right there." He ran his hand down my back and along my buttocks. "What a pretty pony you have, my friend."
"Yes, she is quite striking, and although she’s had very little training in the ring, she shows such promise." Warren walked toward the house as Brad moved in front of me. I had to look up to see his face.
"I will give you the choice of a blind fold or the hood that Miranda wore last night." He held them both in front of me. "Which would you prefer?" I stared at the hood. It intrigued me, but I was afraid I would get claustrophobic.
"The blindfold I guess."
Brad knelt down so that he looked into my eyes. "Why did you choose what was safe?"
"Because I’m afraid I won’t like the other one."
"But this one excites you, doesn’t it?" He held the hood up in front of my face.
"Yes," I whispered.
"And what would happen if you tried what excited you and you found out you didn’t like it?"
"I would have to suffer through it."
Brad sighed and looked down at the ground. "Joni, I don’t want you to suffer through anything," he explained, looking back up into my eyes. "This is not about me making you suffer. What is the purpose of your safe word?"
"To let you know when I want you to stop."
"Right. And that is any time you don’t like what is happening to you. So if the thought of wearing the hood excites you, try it. If you find you don’t like it, say your safe word and let me know you want to change."
"Oh, I thought it was for if I was in pain or being hurt."
"It’s for any time you don’t like what is happening to you."
"Okay."
"Now, which one do you want to wear?" He smiled and held them both up again.
"I think I’ll try the hood."
"Good girl." He smiled and kissed me on the forehead, then fitted the hood over my head and zipped it up the back so that it fit snuggly over my face. I was surprised that it didn’t restrict my breathing. The nostrils and mouth were cut out to provide complete air passage. But it was dark. Darker than any scarf or blindfold would ever provide.
"How does that feel?" he asked. There must have been holes of some type near the ears because I could hear him clearly.
"Dark."
"And?"
"Oh... fine. It feels fine."
"Good." He touched my lips with his finger. "Open." I opened my mouth and he caressed my lips with his finger.
"You look very erotic." His voice was low and mesmerizing. "Suck it now."
I sucked on his finger and wished it were his cock. I was lost in the sensation until a breeze blew the horsehair over my thigh, reminding me of how exposed I was.
"Is that the best you can find for her to suck on?"
The voice sounded like Troy’s. I wondered if Allison was with him. What would she think of me like this with a hood over my head and a horsehair butt plug flying in the wind?
"Just getting her used to the sensation," explained Brad. "And my finger is just as aroused by her mouth as my cock."
"Let me try that." Troy didn’t sound convinced. Brad removed his finger and Troy inserted his. I sucked it in the same manner. "Hmm... I don’t know." Troy pulled his fingers from my mouth. "That wasn’t bad, but somehow I doubt it will be better than this."
The next thing I knew, his cock was in my mouth. It wasn’t hard at first and he held it with his hand as I sucked it.
"Oh... yeah... that is definitely better."
Someone was caressing my ass and slipping their fingers into my wet pussy. I was pretty sure it was Brad from the touch. I moved my ass toward his hand when his fingers were inside, urging him to press them in deeper. Troy’s cock had become fully erect and I was fighting it with my tongue to keep from gagging.
I heard more footsteps around us. Someone was wearing heals, no doubt Marsha.
"I see you’ve finally put her to some good use." Marsha’s sarcastic comment confirmed her presence.
"She has many good uses." Brad’s voice confirmed that it was he who was massaging my clit.
"Why don’t you let Johnny take over for you there dear so we can chat."
"As you wish," agreed Brad, removing his hand. I started to panic when I heard him walk away. I didn’t want him leaving me unprotected with the others.
I almost choked when Johnny, I assumed, started licking my clit and sticking his tongue into my pussy. His tongue was like wet silk as it slithered back and forth.
"May I?" a man asked near my head.
"Yes, I better stop now or it will be too late."
A new cock found its way inside my mouth. I couldn’t tell from the voice exactly who it was, but I thought it was either Vince or Peter.
"Mmm..." he groaned, pumping his cock in and out of my voice. "Yes..."
"Is she good, Darlin?" asked a woman.
"Quite."
Johnny was driving me nuts. He was licking his tongue from my clit up to the base of the butt plug and back and then poking it up into my pussy. I started to moan and buck my hips for more.
"Don’t let her come," Marsha yelled from a few feet away.
She was such a bitch, I thought. How would he know if I was going to come? Maybe if I pretended like I could care less, he would keep going long enough for me to orgasm. I tried not to move toward his lips and it seemed to work. He renewed his efforts with earnest.
"Hey Warren," said the man pulling his cock out of my mouth. "You should give this filly a try. She’s quite good."
My mouth was getting tired. I wasn’t sure I could, or wanted, to take on Warren. He had been threatening to take me since I had arrived.
"Yes, she does seem quite irresistible," he agreed. "But that tail of hers is intriguing me more than her mouth."
"What do you think, Joni?" whispered Warren, who had bent down by my head. "Do you want to come?"
Johnny was flicking his tongue over my clit and I was about to explode.
"Oh yes," I begged.
"Yes, he’s so good, isn’t he?" Warren ran his finger over my lips and I kissed them.
"Ooh... yes... please..."
"Will you give your ass to me, Joni?" he whispered, pinching my nipples as he spoke.
I whimpered knowing that was what he wanted. I was too afraid to say yes, but I desperately wanted to come. I shook my head no. Johnny immediately stopped licking and Warren chuckled as I groaned in frustration.
"Let me know when you’re ready," he whispered before standing and walking away.
New hands started touching my breasts, pinching the nipples and squeezing them. Another cock entered my mouth and someone slid two or three fingers inside of my pussy. They were all talking and drinking wine, almost ignoring me while they played with my body. I thought it was Peter and Gretchen talking to Vince and Barbara. Vince, I believed, was the one fucking my mouth.
"Oh here, hold this for me," he asked someone. He then grabbed my head and fucked my mouth harder. "I wasn’t planning on getting off so soon," he grunted. "But this is just too god damn good."
"Barbara, suck my balls now."
She must have been the one with her fingers inside of my pussy, because she suddenly disappeared. But they were soon replaced by another’s tongue. I moaned at the pleasure.
"Oh yeah," groaned Vince. "That’s it." He continued to grunt and I started to panic that he was going to shoot his come in my mouth. What if I choked? "Don’t stop!" he yelled to both of us. "It’s coming... it’s coming..."
I was relieved when he pulled his cock out and shot is come on the hood. From the sounds, I gathered that his wife quickly moved forward to savor the last few drops.
"Oh God!" he panted, caressing the hood. "That was great."
"You’re going to get us all going before dinner," complained Marsha from nearby.
"No kidding," agreed Warren. "Look, I’m as hard as a rock."
"Please," I begged the person licking my clit. "Please don’t stop." I was so close to coming myself.
"She begs so sweetly." Warren was standing near my head. He rubbed his cock against my hood and only once brushed it over my lips. "Brad I told her I would let her come if she gave that tail of hers to me, but she’s declined so far."
"Oh you drive a hard bargain, Warren."
"Oh, it’s definitely hard," laughed Warren. "What do you say Joni? Are you ready yet?"
I shook my head no and the guest erupted in laughter. I hadn’t realized so many were present.
"Well, I guess it will have to wait until after dinner then. Shall we?"
The tongue stopped and the hands moved away. I almost started to cry. How could they torture me like this?
"Would you two bring Joni into the dining hall please?" asked Brad.
Two sets of arms helped me up and walked me toward the house. I did not like the feeling of walking in complete darkness and hesitated at each step.
"I think it would be faster to carry her," laughed Johnny.
Suddenly, I was thrown over his shoulder and carried like a sack of potatoes. I let out a scream from the surprise.
"Easy boys," cried Marsha. "You’ll pay the wrath of Brad if you damage his little pony."