I heard the car horn and grabbed my bag and a few seconds later I sat alongside Jane, in our taxi, on our way.

“Nervous?”

“Very!”

“Don’t worry, Chrissy, it will be fine. I will be there.” I knew she would be, and that was a comfort, but I still wasn’t too sure what awaited me.

When I met Jane for that Sunday afternoon drink, I was initially embarrassed to see her again, but she soon put me at ease. We chatted away, and it was about an hour before she finally came to the point.

“Chrissy, do you always orgasm like that?”

“No. Well, I don’t think so.”

“What do you mean you don’t think so?”

“Well, that was my first and only orgasm.”

“You are kidding me?!”

I had explained my problem and she had listened intently, asking me a few things as I talked.

“And why do you think you finally orgasmed?” I pretended not to know. But I did. And so did she. And, here we were, three weeks later, on our way to a very exclusive party, and I was about to find out if we were right.

When we arrived, we went down the stairs leading to the basement area and were greeted by an elderly gentleman. He took us through the kitchens, past numerous waiters, and into a lovely changing room with a classical mirror surrounded by lights. There, he gave us a glass of champagne, and after checking to make sure we didn’t need anything else, he left us to it.

I quickly changed into my gear. Collar, wrist and ankle straps with thigh straps attached to hold up stockings, and finally my black heels.  Jane helped me adjust the straps and then fastened the matching lead to the collar and, after giving me a reassuring smile, she picked up her bag and left me to check they were ready for us.

Fuck, I was nervous! I refilled my drink and, as I put the bottle back into the ice bucket, I saw myself in the full-length mirror. Fuck! Even if I say so myself, I looked fucking hot! My hair was tied up, showing off my pale neck and the beautiful collar, and the silver clasps on the straps shining in the lights.

My nipples were already hard, and I gave them a squeeze and then looked closer at the naked girl in front of me. My pale skin looked wonderful against the black leather, my tummy was flat, and my pubic bone was soft and smooth.

When Jane and I had agreed on my outfit, she had casually suggested I shave my pussy. At first, I had said no, but during the next couple of weeks, she had talked me around and arranged for me to visit her beauty salon. And now, looking at myself, I could understand why.

I was never very hairy anyway and had kept my pussy neat, but this was something else. Just the feeling of being completely shaved and running my fingers softly around the smooth soft skin had been so arousing and although my attempts to orgasm had been a complete failure, it had excited me enough to know it would add to my pleasure and, I was sure, of those watching.

Jane returned looking pleased.

“They are ready for us,” and realising I was having a severe attack of nerves, she added, “Chrissy, you look gorgeous!” and standing in front of me, she carefully adjusted the straps and softly squeezed my breasts.

“How many people are there?”

She just smiled and gave me a peck on the cheek. “It’s a full house,” she said. “Just be yourself, they will love you. Come on, they are waiting,” and holding the lead, she led me out of the room and up the stairs, along a corridor to a large set of double doors.

I felt sick. Physically sick. Fuck, what am I doing, I thought. “Jane, I can’t do this.”

She turned so we were face-to-face. “Chrissy, you’ve done this before and you loved it. Just think about that incredible mind-blowing orgasm you are going to have!” Still face-to-face, she reached up and carefully placed the blindfold over my eyes. “There, you look wonderful.”

“Jane, please.”

“Chrissy, I will be next to you at all times. You remember your safe word?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me it now.”

“Blackberry.”

“Good girl. Once we go in, you can say it at any time. I will stop everything and we will leave immediately. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Come on then, let’s give them a show they will not forget.”

Jane

In hindsight, I was pleased we had decided to use a blindfold. By the time it was removed, Chrissy was long past worrying about who was there and I had removed it so the crowd, and I do mean crowd, could see the lust in her eyes and marvel at this stunningly beautiful girl in the throes of sexual enjoyment.

“Fucking hell, Jane, where did you find her!?”

“Quite incredible, isn’t she?” Harry nodded his agreement, his eyes firmly fixed on the scene in front of us, his hand slowly stroking his hard cock. I took the opportunity to check on my charge, who was face up, tied by her wrists, her arm spread wide, her ankles tied to her wrists, and her thighs wide open due to the spreader fixed to the straps on her thighs.

The lovely near-naked lady knelt astride of her face, raised herself enough that I could see Chrissy’s face, covered in juices, male and female. Her eyes told me everything I needed to know and she lifted her head, as much as she could, her tongue trying to reach the juicy pussy just above her.

The lady settled herself back down onto that tongue and was soon writhing in ecstasy, Chrissy’s mouth making her yelp in pleasure before her orgasm ripped through her.

At the other end, a very well-endowed man was fucking her hard whilst another woman, a leather crop in hand, slapped the back of Chrissy’s thighs and her bottom, already red and bruised.

When the cock fucking her had finally erupted, splashing its cum over her belly and breasts, I released her from the bindings on the table, and unhooked the spreader, and she stretched her long legs out, enjoying the moment.

I gently pulled the lead and she immediately sat up and got to her feet. Oh my, she looked incredible, her breasts pointing out, her nipples hard and erect. But it was her eyes which held my gaze.

She has the most beautiful blue eyes, almost mesmerising, and they scanned her audience and, with little encouragement, she walked towards them and slowly walked past them, as if inspecting the guard, her eyes flicking from their face to their groin. Several of the men had their cocks out, all shapes and all sizes, and many of the ladies had their dresses pulled up, or open to the waste.

“Are you ready to come yet?” I asked, quietly.

“I need more. Please.”

It took me a few minutes or so to get her ready. Fixing the spreader to her ankles gave me the most wonderful view of her used pussy and, as I fixed her wrists behind her back, I could not resist reaching around her body and squeezing her breast and she almost purred with the enjoyment as I pinched her nipple hard.

“You like that don’t you,” I said in her ear, loud enough for the audience to hear.

The pair of nipple claps were new. I had been surprised just how strong they were, silver grips with small teeth, attached to a lovely thin chain and, as I walked around her, I heard the audience murmur their approval. I had decided who would get the honour.

I had seen the lust in her eyes as Chrissy walked past her and Chrissy had stopped, just briefly, to look at this beautiful woman, whose dress was rolled around her waist, her gorgeous breasts on full display, her panties pulled to one side, her fingers playing with her pussy.

As we walked towards Chrissy, she spotted the clamps, her eyes widening and I saw her take a deep breath when we stopped in front of her, I gripped Chrissy’s breast and offered her nipple to my assistant.

Chrissy let out a soft groan as the clamp bite into her nipple and, as the second one squeezed into her, she shuddered, her breasts shaking, her face screwing up as the pain shot through her. And I left my assistant holding the chain.

Chrissy

When Jane had shown me the nipple clamps, I hadn’t thought much about them, after all, how painful could they be compared with a crop across my bottom and thighs? And now I knew!

Fucking hell, the pain was simply incredible. The fact that my nipples were rock hard didn’t help but as the teeth bit into my teat the pain shot through me, deep into my body and I was certain the lovely assistant was applying additional pressure, but no!

When the second one bit in, I thought I had reached my limit, but gradually the pain changed into what seemed to be electric charges which surged through my body and I found myself shaking, not with pain but lust and looking straight into the eyes of my beautiful assistant, I stretched as best I could towards her, and she kissed me. It was a beautiful, horny, kiss and when she started to nibble my lip she pulled gently on the chain and I shuddered.

It was then I became aware of what was happening behind me. At first, it was a hand, perhaps two, just stroking my bottom, a finger sliding between my labia, all very pleasant, but then I heard the buzz.

As the wand pressed against my open pussy, I let out a soft moan, the pain in my breasts increasing the pleasure and then “Smack”. Oh fuck, and then again, “Smack.” Shit, the pain surged through me, mixing delightfully with the pulses rushing through my pussy. Another, then another, and another, fuck the pain was incredible and, as the next slap landed, I tried to stand, forgetting that the chain of my nipple clamps was being held tight. Holy fucking Moly!

I wasn’t counting. I had lost all sense of time, let alone the ability to count, and my screams became louder, my head rocking backwards and then forwards, the tugs on my chain preventing me from standing. But the feelings surging through me were simply wonderful, every nerve on fire, the pain amplifying the pleasure. And then, as the next smack landed, I felt my body jolt, every muscle shake, and I stretched back, causing the clamps to bite and pull my nipples. And I orgasmed.

As the waves of lust flooded through me, I remember letting out a long loud groan, and then a series of yelps as I tried to keep some level of composure. But I couldn’t. It was impossible. Every single part of me was shaking, spasms rushing through every nerve, it was just wonderful and I slumped down onto the table, quivering in ecstasy, and even though the pulsating wand was still pressed against my pussy, my body gradually stopped shaking.

I’m not sure how long I lay there. The wand had been removed and I was conscious of voices and people next to me, hands stroking my bottom until finally I felt someone unclipping my wrists and I straightened my arms before resting them on the table in front of me. And then hands on my calves, the stretcher unclipped and slowly I closed my legs and, with some effort, I straightened up.

I felt a bit giddy at first but after a few moments, I gathered my balance and looked about me. Everyone was talking softly to someone nearby, everybody’s eyes looking at me.

“Are you OK, Chrissy?” It was Jane, and she stroked the hair from my face gently adjusted my collar, and then took my lead and gestured to me to follow. Again, I felt a little wobbly, but she was patient and slowly we walked towards the audience, who had formed a circle around the table.

All eyes were focused on me, my breasts pouting, the nipples still clamped and with Jane leading me, we slowly walked along the row, their eyes taking in my body. Several men had their cocks out, one, his trousers around his ankles, stroking his erection, the woman next to him, her dress completely unbuttoned, her panties pulled down across her thighs, her fingers deep in her pussy.

I smiled before we continued our inspection, more erect cocks, more fingers in pussies, everyone looking directly at me, lust written across their faces, until again, Jane stopped. In front of us was an erect cock, and a woman, her dress pulled up to her waist, her fingers inside her panties. And then I realised why Jane had stopped.

His cock was impressive, and rock hard, but it was the cock and ball rings which had caught Jane’s attention. Fucking hell! One was tight, his cock and balls pushed away from his pelvis, and a ball ring, his testicles red and swollen, being pushed away from his cock. Fuck.

As we stood there we watched as his cock twitched, but when Jane pressed her crop against his balls, he jumped and let out a low groan.

“You like that, do you?” Jane said, looking closely at him. He didn’t reply, so she pressed her crop harder and then, without any warning, she gave his scrotum a little slap.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” he said and took a deep breath.

“Here, let me help,” I said. I took hold of his cock and gently stroked its length, cupping his scrotum in my hand, and I squeezed.

“Oh, Jesus! Oh fuck!” he said.

“Do you like that?” I said, my face just inches from his, and I squeezed again, a little harder, and he gasped, his mouth open, pain shooting across his face. “Do you!?”

“Fuck, yes!”

I released my grip and slowly knelt, my face now just inches from his cock, and ran my nails down its shaft, making sure they scraped the skin, my other hand gripping his bollocks again, and digging my nails into the tight swollen skin, I twisted my hand.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, yes, oh yes, oh fuck!”

A face appeared next to mine, the young woman her eyes agog, and looking directly at her, eye-ball to eye-ball, I twisted again, my nails digging deeper and very slowly I took his helmet into my mouth, my tongue running around the glands.

His groans were loud and clear and, as I continued to lick his glands, she moved closer to me and we kissed, his cock between our lips and I twisted again, harder, pulling with my nails.

“Argh! Holy fuck!”

We took turns sucking his rock-hard cock, kissing as we briefly allowed it to slip from our lips, and I continued to squeeze his testicles, my nails digging deeper until he began to jerk his body, thrusting his hips forward, and his cock erupted.

I hate my days off. Oh, it was nice not to be on my feet all day but the thought that I had to spend most of the day in this shit-hole of a flat was nothing short of depressing. And it didn’t help that my nipples we still sore and the bruises on my bottom still hurt when I sat down. So, when my phone rang and I saw it was work, I was pleased to say I do the lunchtime shift and I set off a good deal happier, if not still sore.

It had been a strange few days since the events at the club. The wonderful sexual contentment had gradually dissolved, and even my attempts to reach any form of arousal had failed, including playing hard with my sore nipples and smacking my bottom as hard as I could. And it worried me, I mean, if this was the only way I could get sexual satisfaction, well, you can understand why I was worried.

There was one exciting light on the horizon though and, as I passed the Building Society office, I smiled. Fuck, I had never had so much money, ever! When I opened the envelope, I had nearly wet myself. I just couldn’t believe it!

Jane had explained that the members we all very wealthy and they arranged these exclusive events, exclusively for their own enjoyment. She had arranged several of these parties in the past and they had all been very successful, but this last one, my one, had been without doubt, the best ever. And she was sure they would want to see me again.

When I arrived at work, it was business as usual and very soon I was rushing about, making sure everything was running smoothly, and it was an hour or so later, I saw here.

“Chrissy, how lovely to see you,” and she kissed me on my cheek.

“Jane, are you here for lunch?” but before she could reply, Carlos appeared, smiling as always.

“Jane, lovely to see you,” and they kissed cheek to cheek and he led her over to a reserved table and they sat. I took their drinks order and went to get them but I could not help thinking to myself; did he know about me?

As I said, it was business as usual, and when Jane finally left, I was serving but she waved and Carlos went off back to his office, smiling.

I was about to leave, having finished up when Carlos appeared.

“Chrissy, have you got a minute?” I followed him to his office and took a seat, carefully. “Jane is very pleased with you,” he said smiling, before continuing, “But she is a little worried about you.” Shit, what has she told him?

“What about?” I asked, anxiously.

He didn’t answer but stood and after rummaging in the drawer of his desk, he went to the door. “Follow me,” he said. We went through the kitchens and out to the small courtyard and a set of steps, and I followed him up until we arrived at a door, which he unlocked.

“Come in,” he said, and I followed him into a small but bright room, a small sofa being the only furniture. There were two doors and he opened the first and standing aside, I peered into a small but clean kitchen. “And over here,” he said, opening the other door, “Is the bedroom, and there’s a small bathroom through here.” As I looked about, he stood back and smiled. “Do you like it?”

“Carlos, it’s lovely, but how much is it?”

“Well, I don’t rent it out. The power and everything is part of the restaurant. But it would be ideal for my new Manager.” At first, his words did not register with me. “As you know, I have the other place over in Monksfield, and I am opening another over in Camsford. So, I need someone to manage here.”

“Me?”

“Chrissy, I need someone who is hard-working, honest and reliable. Someone who knows how the place runs. So, yes, Chrissy. You.” Fucking hell!

“I wouldn’t have a clue how to run the restaurant.”

“Chrissy, it’s not rocket science and, to be honest, if I can, you can!” He was smiling again. “You will have a proper salary and a contract of employment. And the flat comes with it.” I looked around the room and smiled. “Chrissy, you will be perfect.” I could have cried with joy.

I was putting on my jacket and about to leave when I finally plucked up the courage to ask him.

“Carlos, I hope you don’t mind me asking, but when you said Jane was worried, what do you mean?”

He was sat at his desk and looked up, smiling as always. “She said you had mentioned how much you disliked your flat. In fact, she said that you hated the place.” That was very true but before I could ask the next, and obvious, question, he continued, “So when I told her I was going to appoint you to manage the place, she remembered the flat.”

“So, you told her before you asked me?”

I could tell he was slightly taken aback. “Sorry, Chrissy, I thought you knew, she’s my business partner.”

My mind was working overtime. Surely, he knew about her parties, and therefore knew about me? But did he? Surely, he would have said something? And had they promoted me because of that? Surely not? Or did she think that it would influence me so I continued to do her parties? No, I didn’t believe that, after all, it was Carlos who told her he was going to promote me.

To be honest, even though I was thinking it through, it didn’t matter. I was going to have a proper job and I intended to be bloody good at it. And she didn’t need to have some sort of hold on me, to make me do her parties. I wanted to do her parties because I fucking loved them. And best of all, by far, was I could get out of the shit-hole.

Jane

I was hot. The large bedroom windows were open, a lovely breeze coming through the lower sash, straight onto the bed where I was laid, naked and used. Fuck, I had needed that, after all, there is a limit to the enjoyment of masturbating.

Michael was flat on his back, his limp cock covered in his cum and my juices and I watched as Jason returned with drinks, his cock now limp.

Being the boss has its advantages and, although I am sure the boys enjoyed it as much as I did, being able to call them up and get thoroughly and completely fucked senseless was a perk. And that my husband was able to watch, his cock not completely hard, and enjoy his wife being split-roasted and then taking them both at once, making sure he had the best view in the house, was a bonus.

It was an hour or so later the phone rang. It was Harry. And thirty minutes or so after that, I was right back where I was before the guys arrived. Her. Quite simply, I could not get her out of my head. What was it about her? I have had many girls involved in my parties, and many men, and whilst most, if not all of them were beautiful, and all that, no one had had this effect on me before.

Her ability to take pain and transform that into sexual pleasure was quite incredible and the sight of her in the throes of ecstasy was something to behold, but it was more than that. True, she was beautiful, that understated, true beauty you rarely see; true, her body was exceptional, firm, beautiful hips and a gorgeous firm bottom, and long lean legs; and true, she was a lovely girl, friendly but business-like, and I was not at all surprised Carlos saw her as the perfect person to manage his restaurant. Honest, reliable and hard-working, he had said, before adding with emphasis, “and clever.”

I could not believe how excited I was, I mean she was only coming round for a catch-up. But I was and after I checked my face, for the umpteenth time, and made sure the Prosecco was cold enough, I found myself pacing up and down the terrace waiting for the buzzer.

“Come round the back, the gate is open, I’m on the terrace.” I opened the bottle and waited, just a few seconds and I heard her footsteps on the gravel.

When she came around the corner I caught my breath. She smiled and, as she walked towards me, my eyes devoured her. She was wearing a simple brightly flowered summer dress, with thin shoulder straps, the hem mid-thigh showing off her gorgeous legs and, as she took the few steps up to the terrace, her wonderful breasts bounced delightfully.

“Hi, how are you?” she said, beaming a smile and we kissed, cheek to cheek, her scent sending shivers through me.

“Wow, Chrissy, you look wonderful. You’ve had your hair done, haven’t you?” and she smiled, and did a little twirl, shaking her head just slightly.

“Do you like it?” she said, her smile even more gorgeous than normal.

“And your dress is beautiful!” She twirled again and smiled.

“I treated myself. It’s second-hand off Vinted, but it’s lovely, isn’t it?” Yes, it was, and so was she.

We spent the next half hour catching up. It was just over a fortnight since she started managing the restaurant and she was obviously enjoying it, I listened intently, delighting at how this lovely and very capable young lady was grabbing this opportunity, clearly intent on doing the best she could.

“Chrissy, we’ve been asked if we can do another party.” I waited for a reaction but she didn’t seem concerned.

“When?”

“A week this Friday. It will be very similar to the last one.” Again, I waited. She was thinking but no reaction. “One of the gentlemen at the last one is holding a very special event. And he wants you.”

She looked up and was thinking. “You mean us.”

“Yes, us.”

“Good, I’m not doing anything without you.” I could have kissed her, there and then.

“There are a couple of other things you need to know before you say yes.” She tilted her head, just slightly, as she does when she’s thinking. “There will be several gentlemen restrained for us to play with, you know as you did with that chap last time.”

She chuckled and smiled. Yes, she remembered. “The plan is you are put through your paces, like last time, and they are forced to watch.” She was thinking.

“You said a couple of things?”

I took a deep breath. “As I said, this is a very exclusive party, purely for members of their private society. And they are all very wealthy and several are quite famous.” She raised her eyebrows but didn’t say anything. “So, everybody will be wearing masks, all very lovely, including us.” She tilted her head again, but still no comment.

“And it will be filmed.”

Chrissy

On my way back, I remembered it was my birthday. Well, it was the date on my birth certificate, which in my case was an estimate. Twenty years old! Blimey, if you’d told me two, perhaps three ago, I would have a job, a nice flat and would be relatively happy, I would not have believed you. But here I was.

I loved my new flat. It was small, but clean and tidy, not that I had much to put in it anyway. I had moved in straight away, carrying everything I owned in two shopping bags. Jane had offered to help me move, but I pretended a friend was helping me, not that had a friend.

I was sure Jane liked me. And Carlos, I think, and that was nice. That didn’t happen to me very often. School had always been difficult, never at one more than a few terms and I was that strange orphan-girl, who didn’t care about the latest boy band, who didn’t have a phone, or use social media, the girl who wanted to go to lessons, who wanted to learn. But now there was one person who I knew liked Chrissy; me. I liked who I had become.

I had finally said yes to Jane, perhaps with some reservations, but she assured me the film would be distributed only to the members of society. She had done one before and it had never appeared online. We would wear masks at all times and, as she pointed out, the members had far more to lose than we did. And the money on offer had helped.

I took a short detour on the way back to my flat. As I turned the corner I ran my hand across the street sign, beautifully cut into the privet hedge. Blackberry Terrace. As I strolled past each house, I imagined that it was me I saw, standing in the doorway, saying “hi” to those passing, perhaps watering the hanging baskets.

Perhaps that one, or that one, or maybe that one. They all seemed perfect to me, all slightly different, but all saying something I had only dreamed of. Home, my home.

When I got to the end, I turned to take another look. One day, I thought, and I turned to head back to reality, but this time it was different.

Instead of that dark, dark tunnel, a light in the distance barely visible, today, the light shone big and brightly, and I could see fields and a tree and, as I walked forward, I could feel the sun’s warmth on my face, drawing me closer.

One day, Chrissy, one day, soon.